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boycattj · 2 years
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soft byler moments part 4 !! this time it's a modern au + i tried 2 format it like theyre snapchat stories in a groupchat but i've never actually been in a sc groupchat so i had 2 guess lol
also im So sorry for how long this took 2 get done, i literally started this august 13th. the tracked time is over 32hrs. ive semi-lost my mind bcuz of this.
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u know the gist , close-ups w clean versions and backstories/thoughts behind them under the cut >
little preface:
- these will probably be very short so im gonna do two at once
- theyre aged up a lil (15/16) and its set in 2022
- the groupchat is called 'byler hate club <3' and i think that the two of them get added periodically and either get kicked or leave themselves
- their snap names are 'dustin B)' , 'lucas' , 'madmax' , and 'el🌸' (and mike and will's would probably also just b their names like lucas?) but if u wanna go a little further, i think their users would b things like ‘dustinanddragons’ or ‘dungeonsanddustin’, ‘bboylucas’ or smth, either just ‘madmax’ or ‘sk8rgirl’, el’s would probably just b her name like ‘elhop’ or ‘janehop’, and of course mike’s and will’s would be ‘paladinmike’ and ‘willthewise’ bcuz duh.
- they have a seperate groupchat called ‘the party’ that does have all of them , this ones just 4 shits and giggles
- i made mikes hair curlier bcuz i wanted 2 and its 2 late 2 stop me so
- if u see anything that looks wrong or weird just ignore it i cannot b bothered 2 work on this anymore lmao
all refs i used can be found here (as well as spoilers for future stuff :O)
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these two are a prime example of them just being in their own little bubble and completely forgetting that other people are even around. i wanted to give mike a more .. alternative? style. something similar to mine, and i usually dress in all black with bits of red, so for mike i did mostly black with bits of blue :) (also peep the pins on his backpack and the patches on the shirt and whatnot). once again i have will wearing different colour nail polish in all of them, but mikes is still only black . (first ones set in the wheeler basement , second one in the school)
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this first one is kind of unintentionally sad? i didn’t realize how upset he seemed until after i finished it. actually these two could work as the second one being the day after the first. oH also in the first one i gave mike a belt that i actually own and its literally so cool its my favourite belt ever. (first one set on the hill where cerebro would b if this was still set in the 80s , second one in mikes room)
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fun fact one of the reasons this took so fucking long is bcuz i was procrastinating doing the backgrounds for these two and the next one. u can probably guess why. anyways i really like how these turned out, they might be my favourite tbh. i dont really know what 2 say abt these .. i think they r pretty self explanatory. OH ACTUALLY i gave mike a black iphone w a clear case that has blue stars on it (which u can see in the second and seventh one) and will a white iphone with a .. idk what u call that pattern but its the phone in the first one. (first one is max, el + will waiting in mike’s front yard 4 him 2 get home from.. somewhere? maybe a weekend trip 2 visit relatives w his family or smth. second one is dustin, lucas, will + mike impulse-baking cookies at some ungodly hour at night during a party sleepover at mikes)
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i really hate how mikes hair turned out in the first one but i spent so long on it and redid it So many times that i simply cannot b bothered 2 try and do it again. also pls notice how both of them r wearing ponytail holders in all of these (except this last one i lowkey forgot but we can pretend they r just on the other arms) tbh i dont really know if i think mike would listen 2 the nbhd or not but its what was on the shirt in the ref and i didn’t want 2 have it just b a plain black shirt so i kept it. (first one is a hangout session w the party.. i dont really have a specific idea as 2 where, so that can b up to u. second one is .. honestly im not entirely sure i just thought the ref was cute so i used it lol)
once again sorry about this taking a literal month, but my life kinda got a little fucking crazy in august so i didn’t have much time or energy to work on this. i have no idea as 2 when the next one of these will b coming, but i have a few ideas for it already. i think thats all? ill probably have some more byler art coming soon thats not gonna be like this, but no promises lol
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thesamoanqueen · 3 months
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Christmas cookies
Raiting: 18+
Warnings: smut, fluff.
A/N: I wanted to try writing a one-shot for christmas since I did it last year and @mindofasagittaruis request came at the right time. Enjoy and happy holidays yall~
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One boxe at a time he had managed to arrange everything, filling the huge tree base that him and Y/N had decorated together a week before. He knew she would complain, scolding him because it was too much, but Roman liked to spoil her and for that occasion he had really wanted everything.
It was their first Christmas together as a couple and he wanted it to be special. Y/N liked Christmas, was her favorite holiday, she got more excited than a little girl every time and he had promised himself and her, to do everything possible to make sure nothing was missing. They had decorated the house inside and out, planned dinners with family, started watching christmas movies, booked a weekend out fitting it between both of their schedules and Roman had tried not to plan something more to finally give voice to that impulse that was now becoming an urgency.
Admiring his work one last time, he went to the kitchen, where Y/N had decided to spend her afternoon with the most classic Christmas songs, wearing yet another hoodie stolen not too discreetly from his closet. When he crossed the door, there was no corner where she hadn't scattered a little bit of sugar, flour and sprinkles. It was a battlefield strewn with bowls, trays, and baking ingredients that smelled of vanilla, cinnamon and chocolate, the kind of chaos that warms heart and tastes like home.
- What's going on here? – he inquired with a smile and she turned to look at him, hands dirty with who knows what raised in the air, while Roman twisted his arms around her hips to swing her playfully.
- I should ask to you, what was all that chaos back there? – she asked suspiciously, giving him one of knowing looks, but he pretended not to notice, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek and peeking what she was backing.
- Don't know, Santa probably.
- I don't remember I have written a letter to him.
- So these ones are for me? – he asked, pointing the Christmas cookies placed on the marble counter.
It wasn't the kind of food she usually prepared if she decided to get into the kitchen, she was more into salty and spicy recipes, and yet there they were, lots of gingerbread men, trees and cinnamon houses waiting to be decorated.
- It's just an experiment, I wanted to make something special but then I remembered you already have me in your life so I tried with simple things… guess they're not so simple – she reflected pouting, moving a couple of those who she had already tried to decorate.
The shapes were flawless, but icings had mixed together, dripping around and ruining the designs she'd tried to make. Not the kind of result expected from her being a perfectionist and Roman found himself smiling as he watched her look them one by one with her still dirty fingers, until he reached out to take a snowman. It was supposed to be white with a carrot-nose and a scarf he knew it, but the little one didn't have a very happy expression, a bit like her, at least until he swallowed it.
-They taste good – he approved, feeling the aftertaste of spices warming his mouth and he reached out to take another one.
Amazed, Y/N watched him chew the second too, face lighting up, smile emerging again on her soft lips, as she cleaned him from a crumb ended on his beard.
- Really? I should bake them for Santa so. To thanks him for all those gifts no one asked for I guess, what do you say? – she joked, tilting her head.
-I say he can have them, if I can have the chef – he left a kiss on her lips this time, mixing the flavor of Christmas cookies with her own.
He felt her soften without a single thought into his arms, flattening herself almost completely against his chest, clinging to his neck as best she could while avoiding dirtying him with icing and chocolate.
-You taste like cookies – he heard her soft laughing, between one kiss and another, making him groan.
- Yes?
- … uh-huh
He couldn't resist those whispers, even if they were playing, to see her hopelessly happy if they were together. Stealing kiss after kiss, he pulled her onto his body, forcing her legs to wrap around his hips as he placed her on the only empty corner of the kitchen counter. With her warm laughter in his ears, he slid his hands up her soft thighs, climbing higher, until he felt the full texture of that glorious ass, as he stopped kissing her to taste then her neck. By heart, he sucked that point just beyond her collarbone that caused her to shiver, immediately feeling her cling better, squeeze with her laughter which slowly became moans, forgetting about her hands dirty to hug him.
- I hadn’t finished though – she complained, her body seeming to melt like icing from his attentions and Roman slid his hands past her sweatshirt, touching that soft good smelling skin.
- I want my dessert – he demanded seriously and felt her scratching the back of his neck with red nails, drawing a dangerous growl from him that vibrated through the whole kitchen.
Without taking his lips away from her, savoring the inside of her mouth and the soft skin above her breasts, he stripped her of those extra clothes, her hands doing the same to his pants, leaving traces everywhere and making both of them as dirty as the rest. Slowly, Roman took his time to mark her, enjoy everything of that moment, ignoring his already awake boner demanding attention, to dedicate himself to something better, hidden between those infinite legs that refused to leave him. When his long fingers found her, Roman couldn't resist the temptation, dipping a finger into the heat of her perfectly wet pussy to explore the soft, welcoming walls where he wanted to sink until he completely lost himself. Y/N in front of him tightened his grip on his neck, gasping into his arms, gaze fascinated and full of lust as she watched him bring the hand up to lick clean his fingers.
- This one is just for me – he reminded her, feeling her cling to his wrist to place a kiss on the bottom lip, tasting herself too before sliding down with the back to give him all the room he demanded.
Satisfied, Roman helped her lift her thighs, making his way between them, to finally dip himself in that perfect sweet meal, nose sliding between her folds tracing the path before his fat tongue. He took a taste, slow, just with the tip, feeling Y/N's body tremble for attentions and stopped to suck high on that adorable button that made her tremble. Breaths soon became brazen moans and more volume increased, more insistent, hungry Roman became. It was so sweet down there, a bit like that icing with which she had covered cookies but not cloying, it was a flavor that he could no longer live without and that he always tried to milk away, until it dripped down onto his beard, making his mouth salivating. First her button, then that hot entrance and soft walls, puffy, full skin of the lips he loved to kiss as much as the ones up there, running his tongue flat between her, fucking that cave without mercy. Insistently he kept her pressed against his face, choking himself, maneuvering her for more, slow but commanding until Y/N began to delight him with her adorable cries, her back arched and hands trying to grab him for support.
Something next to them fell due to her jerky movements, one of the trays and Roman saw her turn her with a blank look, ending up stretching out his arm, putting the tray and bowl of icing into their place. Y/N smiled, thanking him with a glance and he placed a kiss with devotion on her pussy, his pussy, Roman’s eyes getting darker as he saw Y/N biting her lip as eager as he was at the sight of him now dirty with icing.
- Did you find something for your dessert? – he heard her ask with lust, legs pulling him closer and he grinned.
- I like it with cream on top – he reflected thoughtfully, letting some of the icing on his hand drip between her folds.
He saw her entrance tighten around nothing at the feeling, bewitching and nasty as only Y/N could be with him, only when they were together. Her, who always tried to leave nothing to chance, who controlled every little detail, perfect, impeccable, became something else with him in those moments, stooping to try anything without complaints. She was a dangerous gift, a challenge he had never found in anyone else and that would have brought him to his knees if only she had asked, a power game in which they both had the same hand but used it with complicity.
He ran his fingers between her folds, listening to her mewl, seeing Y/N hold her breath when one of his long fingers slipped some icing inside, mixing it with her juices and the saliva he had already left.
- Ahn… feels so cold mmh – she begged with those eyes that had bewitched him, pushing him to turn his hand, sink a little more to find that welcoming spot that made her cry in absolute bliss.
-Im gonna fill you up – he announced and Y/N squirmed on the counter, between spilled icing and broken cookies, without stopping being finger fucked, because she knew it wasn't with any of those ingredients that Roman wanted to do keep his promise.
Pumping into her opening, he reached down to taste her again, this time licking away the frosting he had spilled, tongue running slowly and hungrily over every inch of her soft, sensitive caramel skin. He sucked on her swollen button, the taste of her body mixing with vanilla, the sweetness of her honey hitting Roman’s mouth along with icing. A beautiful, soggy mess echoing inside his ears, a primal call that made him hungrier and hungrier as his wide mouth tried to devour her alive, kissing and licking her clean.
He loved the choking noise that came from her throat every time his lips sucked one or both of hers down there, the pop wet flesh, nose that ran through her pussy like a credit card ready to be emptied. It was the kind of pussy that had any man tied around a finger, one he would do anything for and it led to devotion, Roman was obsessed with her and looking back he really didn't know how to managed to live without, but it wasn't just that. It was all of her, it was Y/N. She had dangerously become his world even before sharing a house or Christmas together, and it was in unexpected moments like this one that reminded him of it, waking up in the depths of his stomach, inside his head, an impulse that didn't exist even in a ring, with adrenaline running into his veins, cheered by thousands of people. The need with which he had chased her for an entire year, in hotels, arenas and offices, around the country and even beyond the borders, day and night, that grip on lungs of a drowning man.
He kissed her legs, feeling her hands pulling a few locks, knees trembling as she felt him bury himself between those folds, widening that glistening opening with fingers, inserting his tongue to clean her like a mad man until he elicited a scream. Her walls tried to close, to squeeze him, as they would have done with his hard cock and Roman found himself moving his hips aimlessly, seeking relief and refusing to abandon his meal before having reduced her to tears.
He fucked her with his fat tongue, flat and strong, pounding deep into her softness, feeding on that true addicting sweetness, widening his mouth to take in as much as possible, dirtying his beard.
- Plea-aase! R-Ro, Ro! Ah! - he felt her tremble, body struggling on the marble counter, held in his arms in that unnatural pose which Y/N did not refuse to submit to anyway, just to keep her legs on his shoulders to give him everything he wanted.
He knew she was at her limit, but he refused to slow down, craving more, that impulse in his chest that was growing until he felt like was going to explode and pushed him to be savage. He ran his fingers over her button, squeezing it between his fingers to help her and as he licked her again, his tongue flat against the hot opening, Y/N exploded with a silent cry, eyes closed, breath broken. The taste of her was intoxicating, addictive and Roman stood there, as close as possible, accompanying her as she reached her peak, cleansing with dedication. With his eyes fixed on her face, he held her back until her muscles regained some strength, trailing kisses down her flat belly, up her legs, massaging Y/N with his fingers where she still throbbed and only when her shaking hands found him, along with those beautiful eyes, he stood up again.
- I could spend all my life between your legs, babygirl – he admitted menacingly, getting rid of his track that she had already undone and with her breathing still rapid, Y/N invited him, tightening her legs around his hips at the sight of his erection slapping her already swollen center.
- Do what you want, ain't complainin'ahn!-
Sinking until he lost himself, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, fitting into her and giving a long, deep stroke, savoring her warmth and that feeling of constriction, in which she stuck him every time, without giving her time to think again. Oh, he meant to. He really meant it and the thought of her indulging him went to his head enough to push him to speed up without restraint, the slimy sound of their bodies colliding now audible even among the Christmas songs. Head down, holding her open thighs, he watched her honey stain him a little more each time he thrust in, her caramel-colored mountain swelling as his flesh went deeper.
-Mmh… you're so hard – Y/N cried in a soft moan, one hand clinging to his forearm and the other to the counter edge now sticky from the icing and her pleasure.
- I can feel you squeeze around me babe, grab that dick, thats right, let daddy enjoy his pussy, y-yes – he spoke dirty, feeling and seeing her walls sucking him in, abs tense.
- Ooh shit Ro-
More her moans became louder more his hips accelerated, in Roman mind the full intention of wreck her just for himself, drilling in that spot that made her mouth open wide, taking the breath out of her lungs, making eyes close, her belly full. There was just her begging, that gorgeous luscious body of her tense and sweaty, his breath heavy, that fire running up to his mind clouded by the vision of Y/N suffering with pleasure his assault, the hammering of his hard cock. It was an asphyxiating pleasure, a hot and inexorable vice that pulsated around Roman meat, squeezing his flesh and inviting him to go deeper, until he slammed as far as possible to reach complete collapse.
- F-fu-ah! Ah! – he felt her tremble, writhe in spasms and pinned her down, fingers digging into her hips, anchoring her to that place.
- That's it, ah, beg sweetheart, yes, gimme your mess
- pl-leeah! Please!
Groaning, hyping her and himself, Roman pulled one of her legs up higher, slapping a hand into her thigh and Y/N screamed, her head sprawling from side to side, eyes closed and back arching for that new inclination. From there, he could see her moist pearl, the whitish excitement leaking out, dripping onto the marble and down, that wonderful ring that ignited the worst thoughts in him. He felt her walls tighten with more and more insistence, nails digging into his flesh and his belly on fire, while without any warning, already tormented by his attacks, Y/N once again fell apart with a strangled moan.
And so, Roman began to fuck her without mercy, growling, giving vent to every ounce of need in his body and mind, cock sliding deeper and deeper, his hot head pounding inside that sweet cave, taking advantage of her climax and streached walls. Losing all composure, losing himself in a sensation that only Y/N could give him, Roman felt shivers run down his sweaty neck and pumped until muscles burned from the physical effort, once again exceeding the limit, hitting the kitchen counter with his knees.
- Feels so good babygirl, mmmh, so good… - he moaned, while she was still panting and throbbing under him, holding on where she could, letting him go – I'm 'bout to come, lemme fill you up, I need it, I… need… it-ah!
Everything around him seemed to go silent for long minutes, only Y/N and her whispers were still there, her soft eyes that never lost sight of him, full of what he wished was love, that tired smile that widened into a perfect "o", while Roman pressed her against him, letting the fire that had burned him slide into her canal, making his nuts dry and cock throbbing. In an animalistic growl he froze inside her, emptying himself with mind suddenly white, feeling her hands pull him down, making his head rest against her breast. Silently, he gave two final, drunken thrusts to make sure there was nothing left with Y/N trying to push his hair back and leaving heated kisses on his temples. Clinging to her, he waited in that position to catch breath, music slowly starting to make sense again.
- I guess I'll have to start from the beginning... - Y/N complained with an amused breath after a while and Roman looked up, observing the mess they had created and then her, who was distractedly tasting some of the icing that had fallen on the counter.
- Need help? – he asked seriously, very seriously and Y/N stopped with a finger still on her lips, a smile growing like something else in him, once again.
A year earlier he had done everything possible to convince her to stay during holidays. Now that she was finally here, now that they were together and with no one and nothing chasing them, he was going to make the most of every second. Santa had his North Pole and later he would have his cookies, but on the Island of Relevancy was him who dictated times.
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sweetlypunk · 5 months
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THE FEELINGS IN WORDS —JASON TODD
You meet a cute stranger in the library, who casually has similar literary likings as you.
You let out a soft huff as annoyance creeps in. The librarian had pointed to this section when you asked for help, and while you could ask for more assistance, you feel wary about it. She looked like she wasn’t on the mood today.
Usually, you get along with the people who work there. You are acquainted enough to chat and feel at least comfortable enough to ask a question twice, but this one you had never seen her before. You guessed a new volunteer.
There was no one else in sight, so you kept trying to locate the book that you have been itching to read.
As you turned onto the next aisle, you noticed a guy standing there. He had a book in hand and seemed to be consumed by it. You didn’t think he had noticed you guessing by his concentrated look.
His presence made you a bit nervous, but you turned back to the bookshelf trying your best to not bother him.
You glanced at him for a second, noticing how tall he was. His raven black hair falling softly on his forehead, his lips slightly moving as he mouthed the words he was reading.
He was cute.
Like, really cute.
As if he had read your mind, he glanced back at you. You turned back quickly, feeling your cheeks warming up. Grabbing a random book, you pretended to look through it, letting your hair fall over your face to cover up your embarrassment.
You shyly turn your head towards the exit, determination to get out setting in. You could always come back later… but you weren’t sure what would you do if you went other day without reading the book that has been invading your thoughts lately.
Stealing one last glance at the cute boy before moving on, your eyes delicately fall over the top of his head. As if destiny had it, the book you wanted was sitting comfortably on the top shelf. You quickly realized that you would have to ask him to move aside so you could try to reach it, so gathering all the courage you could must, you turned towards him and tapped his shoulder.
“Excuse me, hi… sorry um do you mind if I get that book over there?”
The boy turned to look to where you were pointing, and moved to the side, “sorry, go ahead.”
You gave him a small smile and stood on your tiptoes, trying to reach that high on the bookshelf. However, it was way out of your reach, causing a small huff to come out from you.
“Hey… do you need help?”
You heard stranger ask while your tongue sticked out as you stretched your arm, resting one hand in the shelf so you could impulse yourself ,“it’s fine, I got it.”
He watched you amused as you struggled a bit more before he inquired again, “um, you sure? I can reach it just fine.”
You sighed, looking defeated, “if you don’t mind?”
He offered you a tight lip smile as he easily reached the top shelf, “here you go.”
“thank you.” You look up at him before your eyes drop to the book he was previously reading, “sorry for disturbing your reading… I-I truly didn’t want to annoy you.”
“Oh don’t worry” he scratched the back of his neck, “I’ve read this a thousand times before, and you were not annoying me at all.”
“Really?” You smile as you till you head to the side, “you like it that much?” It was a classical romance novel and even though you didn’t want to go into stereotypes, you were kind of surprised he admitted to like it. Or that he liked it all, he did not look like the type to be into that. Guess looks can be deceiving.
He glanced at his book and to you, closing it to show you the cover, “It’s one of my favorites actually, from one of my favorite authors too.” He looked at you through his long eyelashes, if you weren’t a fool, you could swear he was shying away, “what about you? Have you read that book before?”
You glanced at the book in your arms and smiled shyly, “oh well, I read it once in high school. Lately, my mind is been bugging me about this one, and my professor has been insisting on us reading a classical, so might as well. It’s a fine book from what I remember, I feel like…” you looked up at him and he offered you an encouraging smile, “I feel like I could benefit by its contents about now.”
He nods, looking to the side, trying to find anything else to say, “it’s an interesting book that one.”
You nod and open your mouth, but close it quickly. Looking at the cover of the novel, you take a deep breath as you say, “I really love this kind of literature. The classics. In high school, I always found them hard to read at first, but once I got into them, it was like I couldn’t stop.” You glance at him again quickly, making sure you weren’t annoying him, “this type of novels have a way with words. It’s like they mix poetry with feelings. The writing is… quite romantic. They don’t have to forcefully be about romance, but the way the romanticize the world, how they describe a simple sunset it’s just… fascinating.”
You grin at him and notice the look he is giving you then. You realize you got carried away with your thoughts and become self conscious of all the words you just babbled. Putting the hair in your face behind your ear, you feel your cheeks warm up, “but um yeah. You could say I like reading haha…”
Oh god. Way to go. Now you’ve done it. Why would he care about what you read? He was just being polite. Now you just ridiculice yourself in front of the hot guy. You shouldn’t be allowed close to conveniently attractive people, you always make a fool of yourself. Now you made him uncomfortable and everything weird. The earth can eat you alive now, you should find a way to get out of this situation and place to never come back ever again as soon as possible—
“That’s exactly how I feel.”
“Huh?” You turn look up at him again as you get out of your head.
“What you said. I-” he hesitantly looks at you as he scratches the back of his head, “I also love the classics. And when I read… when I read them I feel the exact same way you just described. The words just… they just make it easier.”
You look at him mouth agape, trying to process what he just said. He looks at you and starts to look around, his cheeks red as his hand tap at his thigh at a rhythm unknown to you. As he looks close to wanting to run away, you smile brightly at him.
You hold the book to your chest and extend your hand towards him, “I’m y/n, nice to meet you.”
He pauses to look at your stretched hand and gives you a lopsided grin, “Jason. Have you gone to the coffee shop across the street? Maybe… you could give me a few recommendations?”
Your fingers feel electricity running up and down as his hand leaves yours. You look up at his sea green eyes, and smile to yourself, getting the hair out of your face yet again.
“I would love to.”
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trulycertain · 1 month
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Blech
Karlach guesses she shouldn't be surprised when she's popping off to the river for a quick dip, and halfway into the woods, finds Fangs and their mighty leader snogging furiously.
In which Astarion gets his groove back... and is deeply obnoxious in the process. Based on the arse-grab in the Patch 5 kiss, that banter with Lae'zel about he and Tav barely being able to keep their hands off each other, and the fact that even if Halsin's not involved with them, he's noticed Astarion and Tav having sex again. Because they're clearly That Damn Couple.
Tav/Astarion, background Karlach/Wyll. 2.6k. SFW - some mild accidental voyeurism and mentions of Astarion's canon sexual trauma, but all the bedroom business is implied.
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Something's different, after Lora and Astarion sneak out of camp to do... whatever they did. Karlach probably doesn't want to know. Honestly, she thinks it's got more to do with the fact that his old bastard of a master is dead. Finally being able to take a proper breath for the first time in two hundred years... or the dead-guy equivalent, anyway. Must be a hell of a feeling. Invigorating.
Sure, Astarion still has times when you reach out to touch him and he gets that face, the one that says he'd flinch but he's too well-trained. And sometimes he gets that haunted look in his eyes, the one that makes Karlach think of blood and fire and something getting shoved into her chest; she's only been able to see the edges of his nightmares, but she guesses for him they're probably torture and sex he doesn't want to have and being so. damn. hungry all the time. (Like being lonely, like wanting to be touched so much it aches, and suddenly being awash in a wealth of it. Wyll must've spent most of the journey since her engine got fixed up hugging her - and that's after they spent what felt like three days in her tent. For Astarion, she guesses that it's blood and not getting staked. Sudden scary kindness, all the same.)
But he doesn't snap anymore - not unless he thinks you're doing something really stupid. She offered him a fist and he actually bumped it the other day, while Wyll cackled in surprise (and then coughed when he realised he was doing it). Miracles never cease.
Astarion and Lora have always been, well, weirdly soppy, once you got past the sniping. They'll tell jokes about blowing up hags, disagree on everything, call each other idiots with fancy words while laughing at each other's annoyed faces... and then you'll find them by the campfire, Astarion sewing some frilly thing with his ankle absentmindedly wrapped round Lora's. They hold hands, when they're at the back of the group and think they're being sneaky about it and can pretend it’s just their shoulders bumping; Wyll gave her the eyebrow-nudge the first time he noticed it, and it's been hard not to see ever since. And if you're looking for one of them, it's usually best to knock on Lora's tent so they've at least got time to spring apart and pretend they weren't cuddling.
But something's new. Something obnoxious and... kind of hilarious, if Karlach's being honest.
Lora eats stew in the Elfsong while trying to keep a straight face, but Karlach spots Astarion smirking into his wine glass in that way he gets when he's being a little shit. On impulse, she checks under the table and... she recognises that fancy gold-embellished shoe. And the fact it's sneaking up Lora's shin. Sure enough, there's a far less fancy boot hooked round Astarion's knee.
Karlach snorts when she comes back up. "Footsie? Really?"
Lora seems like she might be blushing, if it was dark enough to show up; Astarion just looks innocent, but his eyes are gleeful, crinkling at the corners.
Gale sighs, "Do you mind?"
He just gets an even louder, more dramatic sigh in response from Astarion, who says, "All perfectly innocent, I assure you. I hadn't even managed to get above the knee." He mutters into his wine, "Spoilsport." Swallowing, he adds, "And no-one's saying anything to Karlach, considering she's had her tail on Wyll's arse for the past half-hour."
Wyll jumps.
Karlach says, "Snitch."
"Coming from you, darling? Really?" But he's smiling into his cup.
Karlach guesses she shouldn't be surprised when she's popping off to the river for a quick dip, and halfway into the woods, finds Fangs and their mighty leader snogging furiously. Except Lora's paused to laugh and go, "Really? Really?" Probably referring to his hands on Lora's arse, unabashedly getting a good grip. (Karlach can't especially blame him. That's a whole lot of woman.)
Astarion's voice is cheerfully haughty. "What, I can't appreciate art?"
"You're ridiculous."
He rubs his nose against hers. "And you're beautiful." Karlach waits for the punchline or the sting in the tail, but it doesn’t come. His voice is soft and silly, like he’s just been hit round the head with something heavy. Fuck. Is that what Fangs in love sounds like? Sure seems like it. At least he’s put his hands somewhere less enthusiastic.
"Sweet-talker." Lora's voice is low, that soppy teasing way that lovers get with each other.
"...Yes, so I've been told. Except this time I get to mean it.”
Yeah, much as a formerly-pent-up part of her would really like to see this, Karlach also isn't paid enough for this shit. Even if she's not a merc anymore. She stares up at the trees and whistles a tune, pointedly. 
Lora actually jumps.
Astarion turns his head and says, “Karlach? I thought that might be you.”
Karlach rolls her eyes. “Just looking for a bath. Not… this. Cute, though.”
Astarion gives a tiny half-grimace, and Karlach realises it’s the closest he gets to embarrassment. “Yes, well. I’d thought I was decent at finding a secluded spot.” He raises an eyebrow.
“Oh, I bet you are. But there’s a whole camp trying to do the same.”
Lora tugs at his hand. “Come on. Let Karlach spend some quality time with the river.”
Astarion throws a jaunty wave Karlach's way as he saunters off. “Later, darling."
So yeah. That's... either not been a thing before, or they're being way more obvious about it.  Which gives everyone full licence to tease, in Karlach's opinion. Especially later, when Astarion won't lace up his stupid frilly shirt, and he has like... wow, are those three lovebites on his neck? Pretty impressive ones. Even Wyll and Gale are staring.
Shadowheart says, "I thought you were meant to be the vampire here."
Lora suddenly pokes the rabbit on the fire with a lot more force; Astarion takes his nose out of his book to give Shadowheart a sharp look, but his mouth's twitching when he gets back to it.
Karlach's even less surprised, somehow, when she goes to answer a call of nature and finds him pinned against a tree with his legs around Lora's waist, mouthing at her neck like he's about to try for another snack.
Karlach says, "Nice," cause it is, and cause it'll annoy them enough to let them know she's there.
Lora freezes; Astarion seems totally unsurprised. And makes no move to get himself on the ground, just opens an eye and says cheerfully over Lora's shoulder, "Why hello, Karlach. I always had you down more as the 'getting stuck in' type than liking to watch." And then the bastard winks. Astarion's always acted like a massive perv. A massive perv and happy? He might be even more of a pain.
Karlach says, "I wasn't watching. Some of us poor fuckers are trying to find a place to piss. You don't own the woods, you know."
Lora puts her face in Astarion's neck like she wants to die a little, but somehow still doesn't drop him. It's kind of impressive.
"I'm gonna find a good hedge. And take a different path back." Karlach gives them a nod. "Soldier. Fangs."
Lora mumbles, still muffled by smug vampire neck, "Thanks, Karlach."
Astarion, being Astarion and tactful as a very pointy brick, cackles so hard it follows Karlach out into the woods.
Not that whatever they have going on isn't hot; neither of them's exactly ugly. But she's not actually trying to know about that much of it. Especially not the big stuff, the real stuff.
Sometimes you don’t manage to dodge the real stuff fast enough.
She hears one night, as she's heading back to camp, "You've gone somewhere else." Lora. Sounding worried.
"Don't be ridiculous, darling. There's nowhere I'd rather be than - all right. No, I can't do it. Don't - We don't have to stop."
"Sure we do. My thigh's killing me, anyway. Oof. Move over." That fidgety sound you get when someone’s shifting bedrolls and a vampire’s stupid-huge pile of cushions around, now Lora’s finally got him to sleep on more than a damn board. (Karlach doesn’t care if he says it helps his back. She’s got enough problems of her own to know that’s a load of shit.)
His voice is fainter. "My sweet, I..."
"Astarion, what's my name?"
Karlach’s trying to head fast to her own tent. Really, she is. But hers is next to his and it’s… hard, when you’re worried for a friend.
"I…" A pause, and he swallows through such a dry throat you can hear it click. "Lora? What - For a moment I thought you were someone else."
"There you are."
"I'm so sorry, I..."
“Why?” Lora asks – gently, but she’s never good at being bullshitted.
“Because it shouldn’t be like this.”
Karlach heads over to her own tent, sits and tries not to listen; strokes a hand over Clive’s fuzzy head. Wyll’s still sleeping in there, bedroll carefully a ways from hers but close enough to hold her hand – she can hear him. She’ll head in given a sec, as subtly as a seven-foot flaming tiefling can.
Astarion says, unsteadily, “He’s dead. They’re all… they’re all dead, or down there in the dark. I’m free. I’m with you. I want to be with you, not… every ghost I’ve ever lain down for. You deserve better.”
Teddy bear fuzz. She can touch fuzz now, and Wyll, without the singeing. She’s here. She’s here, and there are owls and trees and Wyll making those little snoozy breaths behind her and no flames other than a damn campfire. Fuck. She knows Astarion would bite her if she even suggested it, but sometimes she really wishes he had a Clive. Something. She’s seen that ratty old blanket he insists on carrying round and tucking ashamedly into his tent; maybe that’s something similar for him.
Lora says easily, “You’ve got that one wrong.”
Astarion mumbles, fancy cut-glass syllables muffled by a bedroll, “Why didn’t you pick someone easy?” He laughs bitterly. “Well, I’ve always been extremely easy. Isn’t that just the problem. Why didn’t you pick someone normal? Someone boring, with a cottage and a dog and – someone who could fuck you without losing himself.”
Lora says, “Because that’s not my type. I want you. The fucking is secondary.”
He snaps, “It’s never secondary. It’s all there is. It’s all people want me for.”
“Hm. I want you for your sewing, and the way you grin with all your fangs, and your shit taste in books.”
 “It’s better than yours.” Astarion sniffs – the haughty kind. Better than the kind he was verging on before.
“I want you for the way you hold me when I’m afraid, and you get so damn angry when someone hurts me.”
“That’s just common sense. You’re our leader.”
“Hmm. Tactical cuddling’s a new one. …I want you for your gold thread and your sunrises and your little presents you sneak me when you think I’m not looking, and the way you pretend to hate puns but you laugh at them. All the tiny things in life you hoard like treasure. I’ve been free all my life, but I’ve never enjoyed it as hard as you.” There’s a pause, and a shuffle of fabric and bodies. “…I like the way you hold my hand, too.”
“Thank you,” Astarion says, very quietly.
Karlach manages to sneak into her tent without setting Wyll on fire. And she gives him, and Clive, a quick squeeze.
Karlach manages three days before she gets done by a bunch of sneaky-bastard nettles in the woods, and hobbles back to camp. She keeps setting the fucking dock leaves on fire.
“Lora!” she whines, because Shadowheart’s deep in scary intense prayer – she’s switched it to a moon goddess now, sure, but she still looks like she’d stab you in the kneecaps if you interrupted.
“Karlach!” Lora says brightly, even if it’s all muffled, from her tent.
There’s a very posh sigh from the same tent.
Oh. Well. Right. Karlach tries, “You decent in there?”
Astarion drawls, “I was trying very hard to get her indecent, actually.”
Lora groans, “Ignore him.”
“Oh yes, please do. As usual. It’s not as if a man can find any privacy in his lover’s tent.”
Karlach says, “It’s a tent, mate. Privacy and tents aren’t a thing in the same sentence. You can keep it in your trousers ‘til we hit an inn tomorrow, right?”
Astarion mumbles something that sounds like it’s into a pillow. Karlach makes out something about “two hundred years” and “freedom.”
She says, “Yeah, yeah, I get that, but my arse is stinging something fierce.”
Astarion sits bolt upright so obviously the tent moves. “Wait, wait, I’ve changed my mind! Now this I have to see.” The tent flaps swiftly get undone by hands that are obviously way too good with knots, and then he crawls out into the camp, still shirtless and wild-haired, shit-eating cat’s grin all over his face. “What happened, darling?”
A dark brown foot follows him out, and gently prods at the side of his thigh ‘til he moves over.
“Nettles happened,” Karlach says, miserably.
Lora says, “Ouch. Let me see what I can do.” She stands and heads over to Karlach.
Astarion, still outside the tent but now sitting cross-legged, squints at Karlach’s leathers; he’s about knee-height, after all. Not that he ever gets much taller, when he's standing next to Karlach. “Are those brambles? Here I thought they’d all just burn away.” He looks up at her, and the smile in his eyes is less sharp-edged, now; he's trying for comfort. “Do you want to keep them? They really do add something. Like the studding.”
Yeah, the brambles were what she was trying to avoid when she landed in the nettles. “I want to forget all this ever happened,” Karlach moans.
Which is how she ends up sitting on a few borrowed foofy plum cushions outside Lora’s tent in her pants – look, it’s a camp and modesty is a distant memory – while Lora heals her thighs and the side of her glutes (and her shoulders, and that bit under her chin from when she tripped), and Astarion sits with her trous in his lap, picking out bramble after bramble with some fancy little tweezers he’d got stashed away. “Is that better?” Lora says, checking her over.
“It really, really is. Thank fuck. Thank you, soldier.”
Lora beams at her, all sweet and pretty, the way that makes you get how Astarion fell for her – he does have a weakness for sunshine.
Astarion neatly folds Karlach’s battered leather trousers and hands them back to her without a word, even a snide one.  
“Thanks, Fangs.”
All right, so they make her a little sick. But they seem like they’re getting better at subtlety, lately. And times like this, she’s glad that her friends are a weird little couple. Seems like they're good for each other.
Astarion claps her on the shoulder – a rare thing, for him – and gives her a broad grin full of fang. “Marvellous. Always glad to help a friend in need. Now, would you mind being elsewhere, so we can ravage each other?”
No, Karlach takes it all back. She’s gonna feed them both to a beholder.
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danfrik · 3 months
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IT IS I, ONCE AGAIN.
Did'ya miss me? Probably not, anyway.
I'm here with another drawing that I kind of procrastinated to finish until today-
It took me like five hours to finish what I already had started...
But whatever, welcome again to my impulsive (and kind of stupid) little brain, I'm going to talk about this and you will read everything.
⚠️Minor/Major Spoilers Ahead⚠️
First things first.
I want to make clear that, yes, Miles and Phoenix switched bodies just like Aziraphale and Crowley did.
Those marks on Phoenix's face? Let's just say that that one headcanon about holy water tears is a thing here (because I'm a sucker for angst).
I also want to point out some details about the switch thing because... well, I just want to talk about every little detail, let me cook.
• On Good Omens (the TV show, of course), Crowley (as Aziraphale) has an ice cream while Aziraphale (as Crowley) has a popsicle, but here I decided to be special and reverse that because, honestly, I see Phoenix being more of a popsicle guy, and Miles more of an ice cream type of man, don't ask me why.
(Also, I gave Miles a strawberry ice cream with sprinkles and Phoenix a grape popsicle, I'm sure you know why.)
(Because Miles likes pink and Phoenix likes "grape juice", that's why.)
• One of the things that I did to make the switch slightly more obvious is the frown, more specifically Miles' frown, the old "Edgeworth glare™️".
So, no matter how hard Miles is pretending to be Phoenix, we cannot take away his glare. On the other hand, Phoenix is really expressive (even behind those shades, yes), so he'll try to keep it either slightly neutral or keep that rest bitch expression (did I say that right?).
I mean... he is pretending to be Miles, y'know?
• Other thing that I did was change Phoenix's clothes while Miles is pretending to be him.
Gave him a waistcoat and his tie back because, of course, Miles thinks they suit Phoenix just fine (and he is absolutely right) and because he could never dress like a basic bitch, he is a classy bitch after all.
Oh, and I gave Phoenix a little handkerchief, like I said, Miles is a classy bitch... with questionable fashion sense *stares at his jabot*.
And, not gonna lie, Phoenix has no fashion sense, at all, the only reason he slays like he does in his usual outfit, is because he takes Miles' advice every now and then, but if it were for him he would wear crocs with socks (I mean, based, I do that too).
• Oh, I almost forgot about a tiny detail.
Miles also managed to brush Phoenix's little flick of hair, you know that one.
He likes to be presentable, no hair out of place.
• Phoenix didn't change anything of Miles, he is perfect as it is (jabot and all, I guess).
Now that I covered those little details, I can proceed to talk about other things >:)
Actually, is more of the same topic anyway.
The whole switching bodies trick, that is.
Aside from the details about costume and mannerisms, I want to talk about both sides.
How Phoenix will act in heaven and Miles in hell?
I picture it kind of like this:
For Miles side, pretending to be Phoenix is not as difficult as he would've thought, at least for the bantering and body language part.
Quite surprisingly, he does pretty great, the only difficult part might be the facial expressions, but he managed to not catch anyone's attention anyway.
Like in the TV show (Good Omens, I mean), Miles exaggerates little things about Phoenix, like being a bit more dork, maybe even a bit nonchalant or flamboyant, slightly dramatic but not too much.
Now for Phoenix, it is kind of difficult for him to not react at the petty coments and keep a neutral face but he manages, though his eyes speak for him, of course.
He keeps this solemn atitude, even spoke with the same flourishness that Miles tends to speak with, and bows before the Archangels.
Not that he wants to, but he knows that Miles does that out of respect for any higher being.
His body is mostly stiff, not daring to make any sound unless necessary, he only dared to glare when the hellfire came and when they insulted Miles.
Miles, much like Aziraphale, played with the holy water, splashing just enough so it won't reach anyone but also enough so no one would dare to get close to him.
Also joked around and asked for a rubber duck and a towel (and almost dared to ask for some scented candles).
"Y'know? It is quite relaxing being like this, it feels refreshing, a demon could get used to this."
With Phoenix is quite similar as to how Crowley messed a little with the Archangels, but he didn't stay silent.
He took a deep breathe once he was on the fire, did the "breathing fire" trick as well, and made a little joke, as if taunting them for not being able to destroy Miles nor him.
"I've been to hell recently, it was really lovely if you ask me, warm and cozy... you'd like it."
And so, both sides let them go and switch back again.
Leading to a small talk about both sides leaving them alone for a while, the not-apocalypse, the "antichrist" and all that.
Of course, finishing with that date- I mean, dinner at the Ritz, cheering for the world while a nightingale sings not so far away.
Oh, and I want to add a little thing too!
When they stand up from the bench, after switching again, I kind of want Phoenix to make a little joke about his own name, kind of like:
"I'm gonna be honest with you, angel, I really felt like I raised from the ashes back there."
"Must you be so foolish all the time?"
"Aw, c'mon, you think it's funny, I can see you holding back!"
"Nonsense, I would never consider funny that ridiculous and foolish joke of yours..."
[Spoilers: He did]
Anyway, I think that's all, at least for now.
Thanks again if you have read all the way down, if you didn't... well, that's understandable, but thank you anyways!
Hope you have a nice day, stranger!
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geekwritersworld · 1 year
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Little Artist - Pt 3
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Part 1 Part 2
warnings: mentions of violence, the frikin walking stick.
A/n: so this was quite short, however, the next ones gonna be where shit gets real. I spent some days trying to figure out what to make this part to be, but really this short one needs to be posted to move the other parts forward. Thanks for reading, feedback is appreciated :)
He had a walking stick.
Two days later and your voice continued to replay inside Tommy's head, even as he walked into Camden Town.
Usually Tommy always had a plan in mind. He knew how to strategically plan every single detail whilst anticipating all possible outcomes. Most times, it would take him perhaps half an hour to come up with a plan.
However this time was different. He had seen Campbells body, he had seen him dead. Yet, somehow his sister had seen on the contrary.
Tommy did realize it was possible that it was someone with a similar description, but Tommy knew to follow his gut, which told him it wasn't what he had subconsciously hoped.
That night, Tommy heard back from Finn, letting them know Grace was in America, married to a wealthy man.
It did put him at a little ease knowing the filthy barmaid wasn't in the same city as his family, that she was an ocean across.
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It made you uneasy to have seen your normally stoic and expressionless brother loose composure and instead look caught off guard for a split passing second when you told him about the man you'd seen. Tommy, who normally wasn't shaken or phased by anything, did look fearful for a second that passed by quicker than you could blink.
If it was enough to make Tommy Shelby look a little fearful, you knew you were well and truly fucked.
Instead of responding to what you had told him, he simply looked at you and said "get some sleep- or more of it I suppose" he stood up.
When you woke the next morning, you felt off. Incredibly off. Something was very off, you weren't sure what it was, your head felt a bit fuzzy, but overall you just felt- wrong.
You wondered if you should still go to university or take an off day, but you truly didn't want to skip. You wanted to power through so that's what you did.
Putting on a fresh pair of clothes, downstairs Pol had made you a cup of tea, sipping on that eased your head and feeling better you headed out.
You quickly bid Polly goodbye and left for london. Again you were aware of Isaiah trailing you a few streets later, smiling to yourself you continued walking, not acknowledging him.
The more you pretended you had no idea your brother was having Isaiah trailing you, the more peaceful it would remain. Everything would turn chaotic if you spoke to him about it.
So you didn't.
Arthur grabbed the bottle off the counter and walked out of the Garrison, turning the corner of the building, he observed the people and the children running around.
Taking a swig of the drink and he looking ahead he spotted someone standing at the far end of the street, Arthur's eyes didn't work as well as they once did, but he was sure of who he had seen.
After the multiple times he'd been badgered and clobbered by his family for acting too impulsively, he decided it would be best if he spoke to his brothers and aunt first.
Barging into their home, Arthur looked into the kitchen where Ada, Pol and Tommy sat. Ada had just rolled her eyes at Tommy, who Arthur was surprised to see had returned from Camden Town so quickly, when she spotted Arthur.
"OH look, another fuckin one of us"
Arthur looked behind him wondering if his sister was slowly loosing her mind, not thinking of a single reason why she'd be pissy with him.
"Right.." he paused, shaking his head " uhm 4 out 7 of us aint so bad-" he muttered to himself.
Tommy raised a brow.
"Yeah guess who I've just spotted yeh" he rushed.
Sitting down, he slammed his hand on the table, making Pol and Ada snap their heads at him and look irritated while Tommy remained indifferent.
" I've just fookin seen Campbell, FOOKIN CAMPBELL!"
Tommy's eyes, Pol noticed, went still. They looked almost dead, his eyes looked empty but Pol, she could see that though his eyes were emotionless his shoulders were tense and his hands loosened around his cup.
Pol breathed heavy, she couldn't understand, she had just gotten Michael back, granted Michael was still away, but he came every now and then, for once things seemed stable and out of the nowhere, there was another rubbish hand they'd been dealt.
However, she remained composed.
"Where?" Tommy asked.
"Near the street- that goes towards the trains"
Tommy lurched up from his seat so quick his chair scraped and fell over, irritating Ada.
Arthur followed behind, not knowing where exactly his brother was headed, but he followed closely.
Squinting you tried to focus on the shabby red tube of paint in your hand but put down your brush and rubbed your head when the pain got worse and you were struggling to keep your eyes open.
You decided to drink some water, not having drank water in a while you assumed that perhaps the lack of water probably caused a headache.
So you kept rubbing your temple, but after twenty minutes when it didn't improve, deciding it was best to head home you excused yourself, grabbed your bags and notified you professor who let you go.
The hallway was rather empty except the occasional professor that walked past, but this time there wasn't anyone. Heading for the large door from where a little sunlight crept in, your head swayed, it felt almost far too heavy for you to hold up before you plunged into darkness.
Tommy needed a plan. A quick one. He noticed someone running towards him from the corner of his eye, turning he saw it was Isaiah's father.
"Tommy" he breathed "have you seen Isaiah?"
Tommy raised a brow " I suppose he's in london, with y/n"
"I'm not sure that's possible, i haven't seen 'im in two days, and my boy, he checks in every day, never misses a day" his eyes wide and hands shaking.
Tommy froze. Throwing the cigarette out of his mouth, he looked at the young boys father "we'll find 'im" he promised.
"Arthur" Tommy turned to his brother "need you send a letter"
The 2 hours to London had been excruciating- Tommy's hand had almost gone numb from gripping the steering wheel so hard.
If Isaiah hadn't been trailing you this whole time, then there was only one person that was. Tommy hadn't assigned anyone else to trail and look after you.
In the hustle and stress of all the work, Tommy completely overlooked checking in with Isaiah regarding you. Finn had been with Michael for the last few days which explained why no one other than Isaiah's father had noticed him missing.
With all his experiences Tommy knew there were unimaginably horrendous things that could happen in a less than a day.
The world was cruel, Tommy knew it better than anyone else, so he could imagine you never getting to show up to university again. He knew the possibility of his little artist's life being cut short was incredibly high in that moment.
He could only hope he as well as his brother were quick enough. If they lost a single second, they'd lose you.
Your arms felt heavy, and your head felt like it was tied down. But though your vision was black you could still hear some subtle noises. They sounded far off, just barely there. You struggled to open your eyes.
Your eyes still felt so heavy, almost like something was physically holding you back from opening your eyes.
After a few more tries, you decided to try in a bit again. Having fallen asleep, not aware of how much time had gone by, when you woke again- this time you felt lighter. Your head and arms remained heavy but after a few minutes you were able to peel your eyes open and look directly at the bright light that hung atop your head. Hissing slightly, you closed your eyes immediately.
"You might want to take it slow Ms. Shelby"
You could make out of course it was a man that had spoken, his irish accent thick.
Panicking, you jolted up, the sudden movement causing your head to hurt to the point where you scrunched your eyes in pain.
Looking up, you felt a little relieved knowing you were in a hospital. What unnerved you was the man who had been watching your house, now stood in front of you.
Your throat felt dry "who are you?"
"Inspector Campbell"
Tommy rushed onto your university grounds, ignoring the bewildered looks he got from professors. Immediately recognizing his peaky attire- the guard let him in without a word.
Asking a stunned young girl for where he could find students in Art, he slammed open the door to the room, making everyone jump. Some dropped their brushes on the floor as Tommy scanned the room for you, when he spotted the only empty chair he asked " where is y/n Shelby?"
His voice cold and calculating.
"Ah Mr. Shelby, were you not informed" the professor stood up and tried to usher Tommy outside, away from the students.
"Of what!" his patience wore thin.
"Y/N was taken to the hospital Mr. Shelby. She had lost consciousness in the hallway and when they were taking her away there was a man amongst them who said he was family" the professor paused " he had erm- the same hat as well your family, well actually he held the hat but he showed it to us regardless a-"
"What did this man look like?"
"Er- he was a rather a burly chap with a limp and uh, oh yes, he used a walking stick for that limp"
if you read this far, i gotta tell ya' we're bringing someone back in the next part ;)
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shawnxstyles · 1 year
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addicted in the afterglow
DATE: OCTOBER 11, 2022
summary: you and harry despise one another, but have close mutual friends. at your friends’ party, the two of you get into an argument. when harry’s contradictions shock you, you consider if you’ve become addicted in the afterglow.
request: yes!
song: Afterglow- driver era!! (fucking love this song)
words: 4.6k
warnings: SMUT BITCHES (f- receiving [choking, rubbing, fingering, a little nipple play, mild edging] m- receiving [slight hair pulling, scratching] protected sex, dirty talk!!), language, loads of dialogue as always
note: part 2 is here!
frat/college!harry x college!reader
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There were a lot of things in the world that you liked. Loved, even. Some of those things being your family (most of them), your dog back at home, your school, and your friends. You were grateful for so many things and tried your best to appreciate them. Your friends would say you’re one of the most kind-hearted and modest people they’ve ever met. Your friends meaning Sabrina (Rina), Raquel, and Rina’s twin brother Sean. You were probably most appreciative of them and for encountering them in your life. However, when they decided to bring other people into your little circle, you second-guessed their decision.
At first, you felt slightly offended like maybe you weren’t a good enough friend to each of them. But that changed the second Sean brought one of his friends to one of your “Hang Out and Hangover”s. Hang Out and Hangovers are kind of in its name; you all hang out after a long week of lectures and drink at someone’s place. The next day usually results in headaches and strong coffee, so that’s why it has to be somewhat planned out. You’re not really the impulsive type, as your friends would say.
But when it comes to Harry, the newest addition to your used-to-be perfect circle, you become everything your friends say you aren’t.
Harry is… appealing. He has this chestnut hair that spring curls naturally but he covers them with a hat. An annoyingly sharp jawline that he’d probably cut you with if he got the chance. He’s every girls’ dream height at a solid 6’0. He has the persona of a stereotypical frat boy, yet he still gets any girl he wants (but you would never, ever admit that to him).
You could stand him from a distance. Well, you could have. Past tense.
The day you actually talked to him shocked you, even though it shouldn’t have. Why wouldn’t the semi-popular frat boy be a dick? Why wouldn’t he be so arrogant? Why wouldn’t he flat-tire the back of your shoe? Or make sure the elevator was closed before you got on it? Or switch the song on the aux just because it was your favorite song? Anyone else could do the same things, but for some reason when he did it, it felt personal and on-purpose.
He joked around constantly with Rina and Raquel, and yes, they would agree-to-disagree occasionally, but he never had full-blown arguments with them like he did with you.
On one Friday night when you all decided to get together, you didn’t know Harry would be coming. Your friends knew you didn’t “fancy” him or whatever they said, but tried their best to make you two civil. But he didn’t know you would be there, either.
Which makes no sense because it was at your house.
“Oh great, he’s here. When were you guys going to break the news? Attention, attention, the biggest dickhead on the planet just walked through my living room,” You dramatically pretended to act shocked and put your hand on your heart. He closed the door behind him and rolled his eyes.
“It’s always a pleasure to be with you, truly. And for the record, I didn’t know you would be here, either.”
“It’s my apartment!!”
“Ohhh, I thought it was Raquel’s place. Now the horrible interior design makes more sense,” He says so sarcastically and mockingly, you wished you could wax his tongue off. You step closer to him, slowly closing in on him.
“Please! I bet my place looks ten times better than yours! Oh wait, you don’t even have your own place,” You sass back, crossing your arms. You’re pretty sure he just moved in with Sean and Rina.
“Having roommates means cheaper expenses. And I get to hang out with my friends. Work smarter, not harder, babe,” Harry taunts and it drives you cynical. Your friends just stand there awkwardly while you shout at him and he acts nonchalant. You’re nearly chest to chest with pointed fingers when the ding of the doorbell shuts you both up.
“Here,” Raquel said, annoyed while chucking the bag of food in between us. “I got some food. Maybe you two will finally shut up.”
You hadn’t even noticed Raquel left to get take-out, but how would you with Harry practically spitting his minty gum in your face?
The rest of the night was quiet to everyone else, but between you and Harry, it was loud. You would give him a snarky look every time he happened to look at you and he would stick his tongue out mockingly. It was like children fighting on a playground with you two; immature and useless. Similar scenarios went on for months. But after a while, your friends just decided to leave themselves out of it.
The only reason why Harry is even in your mind right now is because Rina is trying her very best to convince you that ”he’s not that bad”. You’ve heard the same story for months.
“Y/N, he’s really not that bad,” You almost laughed because she’s just so predictable when it comes to this situation. “I know he can be a little… into himself—”
“A little? That is the most conceited man I’ve ever met! Or should I say boy?” You shake your head as you look in the mirror. You comb through your hair softly, even though you’re frustrated about Harry. You can’t take out your fury for Harry on your luscious hair.
“You can’t expect him not to go. It’s Sean and I’s birthday for crying out loud. We’re not just going to have two different parties because you two are big babies who can’t stand a night together,” Rina falls onto her back, laying on her bed. “and he kind of lives there now.”
“Just kick him out for the night. Or forever!” You turn to Rina and act like you just invented something unheard of.
“You know what?” She lifts herself from the bed and heads toward the mirror. “we don’t need to focus on him tonight. You know that one guy from Literature class? He’s gonna be there.”
Your eyebrow perks up as you glance at Rina in the mirror. She nods up and down in confirmation until you’re both squealing like little girls. You haven’t been on a date in what? A year? Your recent hook-ups have been kind of lousy, too. And Rina is right, you need to not focus on Harry tonight, and just be free-spirited. And who knows, maybe something will happen with that guy from your lecture.
When you first got to college, you didn’t like the idea of partying. You had been to a few in high school and it just wasn’t your thing. But you realized that the problem was that you weren’t with the right people. Now every time a party opportunity approaches, it’s hard to say no.
Raquel said she was going to be late to the party, so when you and Rina had finished getting ready, you set up the party as best you could. There was a table with snacks on them and another with drinks. However, the good drinks were under the counter. You knew those would be pulled out later in the night.
Their house was relatively small for three people, but being in college with a house isn’t easy. But it made decorating fast. There was a large banner across a window and some balloons tied to the stairs. Although it’s their birthday, it wasn’t really a birthday type of party. But people should at least know what’s being celebrated. Speaking of people, you had no idea who was going to show up besides that guy from your Literature class. Since it’s Sabrina and Sean’s friends, it’s probably going to be a pretty packed house tonight.
The party was planned to start at around eight and was already packed by nine. You didn’t even really know that you knew this many people until they said what’s up or heyyy as you passed them. It wasn’t until around ten, though, when you saw the real life of the party waltzing into the room.
Of course he’s late to a party at his own house. He’s just too cool for that.
Harry would smirk and half wave at girls as he walked by them. He’d fist bump his “homies” and laugh ridiculous loud for no reason. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and attempt to avoid gazing at him at all costs. Even if you found him the most annoying man boy in the world, you couldn’t deny the fact that everything he did was unbelievably hot (when his mouth was closed).
He had this confidence that was cocky, but his charm would hide it. The way he would lick his lips in the middle of a conversation distracts you far more than it should. His hand around a red solo cup along with a solid silver ring on his middle finger looks so natural— why did you wish his hands were somewhere else, though?
On you, maybe?
Your wild thoughts are disrupted just by the man who’d caused them. Harry comes up behind you as you’re refilling a bowl with chips.
“You look like you’re having a great time, really,” Harry shouts with his iconic sarcasm that you just love oh, so much.
“The best!” Your own sarcasm pops out. You weren’t having the worst time, you’re just a bit bored.
“Why don’t you go and dance with me? I know you got some moves,” He gets closer to you and you can feel his breath on your ear. Your breathing hitches in your throat for a moment before responding.
“I’ll pass—” You barely got to finish your sentence when you felt a light tap on your opposite shoulder. Nate, the guy from that lecture class, was standing next to you. Your eyes grew wide in a panic.
“Hey, I just wanted to know if maybe you wanted to dance..?” He looks at you, before noticing Harry, and then has the same, wide eyes as you. “Um nevermind, sorry.”
“W-what…” Your shoulders drop in disappointment and confusion as he walks away. You didn’t want to chase him because maybe he found the actual person he was looking for. Plus, chasing isn’t attractive, right? You turn to your right, forgetting Harry’s presence. You look at him for a single second and see… something in his eyes. He plays it nonchalant like he didn’t do a single thing.
“What did you do? What did you say to him?!” You shouted over the loud voices and booming music.
“What? I did nothing. He looked at me and got scared,” He shrugs off defensively with raised eyebrows. Harry takes another sip of his drink, and your growing frustration got to you, so you slapped it out of his hand. There was maybe a drop in the cup, not much left. His eyebrows raised again, but he didn’t even flinch. He knows that he’s ticking you off. You stomp away up the stairs because you needed to cool off. You are acting immature right now, but goodness, he brings out the worst in you.
The party didn’t halt nor notice your little incident with Harry and you were grateful. Harry makes his way upstairs soon later, honestly concerned for you. He knows he upset you, but he doesn’t know that you also kind of upset him. He catches you right as you’re walking into the bathroom.
“Y/N—”
“What, Harry? What do you want?” You pull your arm away from him and eye him irritatingly. You were looking at him directly and could see him thinking. The cogs in his head were spinning and you were impatient.
“Were you really going to dance with that bloke?” Is the first thing that came out of his mouth.
God, he’s such an idiot.
“Oh my God, of course you came all the way up here just to tick me off more.” You pushed him by his chest, but he grabbed your wrists, stilling you. Your breath hitches again slightly, like it did earlier. You mentally refuse to let him affect you, so you brush it off. You look up at him as you both stand in the doorway of the bathroom. He quickly checks behind him before shoving you two into the tiny room.
“God, you make me so mad,” He says through clenched teeth. He pushes you against the counter and you forget how to breathe.
Lungs? What are those? Air? Oxygen? What…?
However, you get your senses back. A little bit, and shake your head.
“I make you mad? Are you joking? You’re the one that scares off the first guy that seemed genuine!”
“Pfft, that bloke just wants to get in your pants—”
“Oh what, and you don’t? God, you just think you’re so much better—” One of Harry’s hands releases your wrist and latches onto your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but you halt your rant and then you actually forget how to breathe. Harry holds both of your wrists with one hand while the other puts little to no pressure on your throat. Harry drifts even closer to you now.
“You never know when to stop talking, huh?” He taunts you while slightly nudging your head up. You instinctively roll your eyes because that’s just what he makes you do. Everything he says is just worth an eye roll. But he doesn’t like that. Every time he sees you roll your eyes, he just wants to… fuck. He doesn’t know. But he did know it got under his skin every time and he just wanted to make you shut up. He adds more pressure to your neck as a note that he doesn’t like that.
“You always roll your eyes at me. Am I really that annoying?” He teased, while rubbing your chin with his other hand. He runs over your bottom lip slowly enough so that he can see all of your bottom teeth. When he releases it, it bounces back and you bite it nervously.
“Yes,” You choke out, still being choked by him. You can feel your wit and smart-ass remarks getting to him by the amount of pressure under his fingertips. His head tilts closer toward your ear and you’re sure he can hear your racing heart.
“You just never learn do you?”
“What’s there to learn? You’re the world’s greatest dick—” He pushes your legs apart and lets go of your neck, with that, you naturally sit up straighter. Your heart beats intensely as you wait for him to do something since he likes to interrupt you so much.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to teach you then,” He kisses down your neck softly, teasingly so. The tender kisses contradicts the kinky act of choking, which still wasn’t enough for you. You wish you could just push him off of you and be fine, but you were pulled to him. Your body yearned him the second that he touched you. You wanted more, but you hated begging. But you had a feeling he loved it. Right above your collarbone, he bites and sucks, making you gasp as you bite your lip. His tongue glides across your skin so effortlessly and his teeth sink on one of your pressure points and you nearly moan out. You can feel the beat of the music from downstairs throughout the whole bathroom. Suddenly, he releases himself completely from you and rests his hands beside you on the counter. You thought he was going to leave you high and dry, so you shouted.
“You’re such a fucking tease! God, I was right, you are a dick,” A fire was burning inside of you both that was fueled by frustration and lust. You were ready to get up and leave, but you didn’t want to. He doesn’t even think twice before smashing his lips onto yours and locking the door to the bathroom while doing so.
The kiss was not pretty; your teeth were clashing and your lips were squished. Your lip gloss was all over him now and his tongue gladly roamed your mouth. He hummed against you, loving your taste. You smelt of orange juice and vodka, while Harry smelled like minty beer. A shock struck between your lips, which ignited something in you. Your hands rested on the baby hairs on the back of his neck, which you used to pull him closer to you. He lifted you onto the counter, temporarily breaking you two apart.
You both discard your shirts, throwing them behind him. His chiseled torso shocked you every time you saw it. You always tried to act like it didn’t affect you, but he was a walking turn-on. His tan skin was littered in creative tattoos, and you instantly rubbed on his angel wings. He steps closer to you, moving his hips toward you.
“I like these, but they don’t fit you. You’re more of a devil type,” You sass, looking at him with a sarcastic smile and a lip bite. Harry reaches behind you while giving you a quick are you sure? look before proceeding to unclip your bra first try.
“Don’t get so cocky, we all know who’s in control here,” He smiles sadistically at you, and your little smile fades. You clench your thighs together, but he pulls them apart again. His hands are warm and rough on your legs. He runs them up and down, until he’s just rubbing the insides.
“Harry, we don’t have all night! If you’re going to fuck me, just do it!” You whisper-yelled. You didn’t want to beg, but God, were you getting desperate. This is the nearest you’ll get to begging. Especially for him.
“Aw, is the princess getting impatient?” He mocks, thumbs edging towards your aching cunt. You despised these thick jean shorts you were wearing right now because every time you moved at all, you would feel a light friction on your clit. It wasn’t nearly enough to get you off, so you needed Harry to just rip them from you already. Maybe it was your turn to tick him off…
“I bet Nate would give it to me. He’s probably good, too. Oh, can you imagine how big he probably is?” That caused Harry to make an animalistic sound that nearly shredded the rest of your clothes right there. Before you knew it, your shorts were gone and your underwear was being stuffed into your mouth.
“Not much of a talker now, yeah?” Harry smirks. You could taste your own arousal, which turned you on even more. He grabs your wrists in one hand, stopping you from touching anything.
“You’re so infuriating. Talking about other men while I have you spread open for me. I can see you dripping all over the counter,” He rubs you achingly slow, right on your throbbing clit. He increases his rhythm, giving you more pleasure. But you needed more. “tell me it’s for me.”
You roll your eyes. Of course, he has a praise kink. That makes his mountain size ego make sense. He stops rubbing you and you nearly whine as he removes the underwear from your mouth, dropping it beside you. You’re so desperate and so frustratingly needy, you nearly want to beg.
“And if I don't?” You breathe out, staring at him right in the eyes. His eyes are strong and you almost back down. He puts his free hand on your breast, pinching and twisting the bud. You arch slightly into his touch.
“Then it’s going to be a long night, isn’t it, princess?” You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek. His hands still hold your wrists as he drifts back down to your clit. Harry rubs you quickly, waiting for your response.
“Tell me Y/N. Who made you this wet?” Harry can hear your juices spreading around as he rubs you. When you don’t immediately answer, he flicks you and you jump. You bite your lip, adding a few seconds before you give in. The need to come continues to increase as you withhold your pleas “speak, or I’ll stop.”
“You!” You couldn’t help it— you gave into him. The rough pads of his fingers and his irritatingly attractive words were making you crazy. If he stopped, your body would never forgive you. Before your eyes tightly close, you see Harry arrogantly smirk.
“That’s it, baby. Say my name. Go on,” Harry inserts rapid fingers in you, curling them oh, so good. Your arousal was slushing in and out quickly, along with his fingers. He edged you enough and you were about to come fast.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Harry!” You whine out his name as you reach your peak. Seconds before you release, his fingers are removed from inside of you. Your climax dangles in your stomach, forgotten.
Your irritation from earlier becomes even more vehement now. You were about to slam Harry’s head into the door, before his loud mouth speaks.
“You can come around my cock,” He basically growls as he vastly unbuckles his belt and unzips his strangled jeans. He slides down his boxers and you can’t deny that he’s pretty big. You feel more arousal leak out of you just looking at it. You nearly roll your eyes again when you see him pull out a condom from his jeans.
Of course, he brought condoms to a party. Why are you letting him fuck you again?
Because he’s just so… ugh. You don’t know the word.
Feeling dazed, you feel Harry rubs himself on you for a few seconds before slamming into you without warning. You try your best not to scream out, for the sake of the party, but also for Harry’s ego. You gasp loudly, as he goes in and out roughly.
He cannot know how much you actually enjoy this.
Your hands wrap around his neck naturally, scratching crescent moons on the sides. His moves are fast, yet deep, making you clench around him hard. When Harry finally moans in your ear, you don’t stop the strong reciprocating one that leaves yours.
That must mean he likes it too.
Harry growls, attaching his lips to your neck, probably to quiet his sounds. When you begin to reach your climax again, your legs get tense. You bite your lip to near bleeding so you don’t alert the whole party.
“God, Harry,” You groan out, clutching his hair with your right hand. You can tell you’re both close because everything is messier; you’re about to fall off of the counter, Harry’s strokes are sloppier, and your grip is everywhere.
You’ve both been dying for release.
“Come, Y/N,” He wasn’t asking; it was a command. Somehow, his assertiveness brought you over the edge and you finally came. Hard. The sensation was such a relief, you loudly moaned without caring who could hear. Harry groans by your ear as he releases into the condom, moving slowly in and out. You rub your clit to calm your body and breathing. You hadn’t realized how deprived you were until the weight of your sexual rut was gone.
Once you come to realize what actually happened, you blink and instantly grab your underwear. Harry had already been pulling up his jeans by then.
“You,” You grit out. Your breathing wasn’t completely calm and was definitely wavering as you zipped up your jean shorts. “are not allowed to tell anyone about this, okay?”
“Me? Why would I ever do such a thing?” He says innocently, followed by a devilish smirk. His shirt falls over his head and covers his sculpted abs.
You hate to think about it, but those abs will be missed.
“I’m serious. If anyone, especially one of our friends finds out, I will personally kill you. I will torture you until you can’t take it anymore,” You successfully clip your bra and arrange your shirt correctly. You look in the semi-foggy mirror as you attempt to tame your hair.
“Sounds kinky. But don’t worry, princess, no one’s gonna find out how I made you beg for me,” Harry stands behind you, looking at you through the mirror. Your eyes widen at his words and you turn around.
“Harry!”
“Yeah, it sounded just like that—”
“I fucking swear to—” A knock interrupted both of you. Sudden panic rushed through your body as your mouth became dry. Harry eyed you with a finger over his lips. You stay silent, listening to him, as the stranger soon walks away. You release a breath you didn’t know you were restricting.
“See? That is why we can’t do this. That was too close. I’m leaving and we’re never speaking of this again,” You slowly open the door and peek near the area. When you fully exit, you try to act as relaxed as possible.
You feel flushed and flustered, but that can easily be mistaken for alcohol or dancing. You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen because you need another drink. Maybe seven because you’re feeling a bit too sober after what just happened.
Rina suddenly comes behind you, startlingly you.
“Where have you been, girl?! I haven’t seen you all night!” She shouts over the booming speakers and loud people. Your gut wrenches suddenly in guilt, feeling the weight of being a liar.
“I was dancing with Nate,” The lie flew through your mouth and you bit your cheek. Your clench your solo cup in your hand. He probably left a while ago because of what happened earlier. You wouldn’t blame him.
You’ve never been a good liar. Clearly. But maybe it was easier to lie to a drunk person…
“Ooo, I’m so drunk right now! Did you know that Raquel heard two people fucking in the bathroom? She thinks it was Harry, and I wouldn’t be surprised. Oh, this is my song!” The song changes to Rina’s favorite dance track, which causes her to slip away back into the crowd of dancing drunks. As she drifts away, that gut wrenching feeling becomes more intense when you take in what she just said.
Raquel heard you in the bathroom. Oh fuck. She doesn’t know it was you and Harry though. Hopefully, she is extremely drunk too and doesn’t remember a lick of tonight.
You hate to admit it to yourself, but that sex with Harry was really good. It wasn’t like the typical sex you have. It wasn’t intimate and loving, or soft and sweet. It was rough and fast, and you really liked it. You’re kind of left in a state of shock because you know it won’t ever happen again.
He had control over you. And even though it was Harry out of all people, there was some type of passion beneath it all that just aroused you so much. Stuff like that is what gets people addicted. And you couldn’t be… addicted to Harry.
You knew everything was now messed up, yet a part of you was satisfied and relieved.
It was one time. You can’t be addicted.
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Pandora's Box
Chapter 4: A Universal Flood
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SUMMARY: The issues between you and Gojo reach their boiling points and soon, you both decide to bite the bullet and do something about the tension, but neither one of you are ready for the results of your impulsiveness.
CONTENT WARNINGS: blasphemy, loss of virginity (m and f), reader bleeds when she loses her virginity, awkward sex, groping, just two ppl exploring each other's bodies, gojo is so bad tho
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The canopy of trees suffices to keep the cobblestone path you usually take to school dry, keeping your shoes tidy. The muted sound of raindrops beating gently against the surface of your umbrella stills the silence filling your ears. Satoru can’t walk you to school today, explaining that he had an early morning and had to be on campus hours before you did. You suspect him of lying though, and why wouldn’t he? Why wouldn’t he want to avoid you after what the two of you did in the chapel yesterday? How smart of him to try to avoid temptation itself, you think.  
The hallways are dimmer than usual, likely due to the fact that the sun hasn’t graced the morning yet. You can’t help but feel as though you’re being punished. The gloomy atmosphere that you woke up to isn’t common for this time of year. Summer came in full swing and now, all of a sudden, it’s simply vanished. The sinful acts that you and your best friend conducted in the chapel are sure to warrant a punishment and, if God did decide to flood your world once more to wash away your sins, you think you’d deserve it.  
Showing your face at home yesterday afternoon and lying about what you did was the hardest thing you’d ever done in your life. How could you leave your mother oblivious to the changes you’ve experienced? It’s your duty to honor her and if you had even a shred of decency, you would’ve fallen to your knees before her and begged her for her forgiveness. If you had even a shred of decency, you would have begged for mercy on your pitiful soul, mercy for Gojo’s. If you had even a shred of decency, you would feel some degree of regret for what you’ve done. So why don’t you?  
You shake your dripping wet umbrella out against the metal holder and slot it in to join everyone else’s. As you venture further into the shadowy halls, Satoru is there. On the bridge of his nose rests a set of dark circular glasses, as if to hide the sin behind his azure eyes - as if to shield all of his vulnerabilities from the world. He looks up as soon as you round a corner, as if spiritually linked to you and granted the ability to tell when you’re near him. He averts his eyes away as soon as they make contact with you and carries on the conversation he’s having with another student – another girl your age. Envy surges through you for one shameful second as you walk past the two, no sentences exchanged from you. She giggles at his words, even when they aren’t funny and shamelessly flirts. Not uncommon behavior from your fellow classmates when it comes to Satoru. 
The bell rings and snaps you out of your stupor. You watch closely as the groups of gossiping students disperse and shut themselves into their respective classrooms while you decide to just take the unexcused absence. Satoru seems to have been able to guess your next move because he makes a show of pretending to leave the hallway, only to stay behind with you. You two stand before each other, neither knowing what words to give each other next.  
Raindrops have managed to soak through the white fabric of your blouse, making it look even more sheer than usual and his sapphire eyes stare straight through you before he catches himself and whispers an apology. “Satoru,” Your voice comes out hushed. “I’m tired of this.” You’re not so sure what to call this new dynamic that’s keeping the two of you stuck together like this. It’s so unbearably tantalizing, and you can’t take the teasing anymore. You know what you want and you’re sick of denying yourself. And you think that, maybe, Satoru could feel the same way. 
He gives you a suggestive look before glancing around the empty halls, surveying your surroundings to be sure there aren’t any lingering eyes to witness this interaction. He rolls his eyes before forcefully taking your hand in his much larger one and pulling you back through the corridor that you just came from, back into the booming thunderstorm. Both of you shield your eyes with your hands as he leads you through the parking lot, quickly jogging to avoid getting too soaked. You both breath heavily once you make it into his car and slam the doors shut. You speak up through your loss of breath, through your guilt, telling him that you don’t want to tease each other anymore. You want more. You want it all.  
And he’s not ashamed to admit that he only really hears every few words you utter, eyes wandering down to your chest. Slivers of your dewy skin peeking out from underneath your white blouse that’s become soaked through, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The tight fabric of your bra hugs your pert tits snugly. When the priest looks at you once more, finally making eye contact, it takes more strength than he thinks he’s got in his body to keep his hands off you. “You’re making me weak, Y/N." He breathes shallowly.  
The conflict he feels between his desire to explore the feelings you give him and staying committed to his faith is so strong that Satoru worries he might go insane, worries that his mind might become numb permanently. When he’s with you though, he can’t remember why he took the vows in the first place. He used to believe that he was born to serve God and save the souls of others. But when his eyes land on you again, he thinks that maybe he was born to love you instead. He doesn’t say any of this out loud.  
For a moment, you both stay silent, just listening to the sounds of your breathing mingling in with the pouring rain going on around you. “You make me feel things that I don’t understand.” And he’s afraid that, when you say this, you mean to accuse him of confusing you and tempting you – making him wonder if this is all one-sided and if he’s ruining a lifelong friendship over nothing. But when your best friend looks back over to you, he finds that your eyes are studying him carefully and they’re full of what he can only recognize to be lust.  
Without another word said, Satoru makes up his mind. He pulls his keys out of the pocket of his wet slacks and turns the car on, making sure to turn the heat on for you when he catches you shivering. His apartment is about twenty minutes away from campus but with you in a soaked white blouse next to him and his wet pants getting tighter, it feels like the ride lasts hours. The apprehensions in his body don’t deter him from playing the role of a perfect gentleman, nevertheless. Satoru gets out of the car first and stalks to the passenger side of the car to open your door for you, trying in vain to retain a sense of normalcy between you – even though he’s about to change everything within a matter of minutes.  
Just like the tense car ride, you’re silent all the way up stairs and even when you enter Satoru’s one bedroom. You’re not sure what exactly is going to take place here. Probably some lecture from the priest and hours of prayer. If he’s got any kind of plan, Satoru doesn’t let it show. He doesn’t say a single thing when he hands you a towel to dab at your wet skin. And his silence strikes fear in your heart. You’ve never been at a loss for words with him, always able to hold a lengthy conversation with him no matter what.  
When you’re sure you’re dry enough, you take a seat on the sofa and watch him shift nervously as if he’s too afraid to get too close to you. He sidesteps from one foot to the other. “Sit down, Satoru.” You mumble, irate. You don’t know what’s to come. You don’t know how to go back to normal and you don’t know how to fix this situation at all, but you do know that you want to be with him – whether hell is real or not. “We’ll lose each other completely unless we do something about this.” You motion between your bodies when he finds the resolve to sit next to you, the cushions of the sofa dipping under his weight.  
He can agree to that. Fear strikes his heart just as it has in yours when the notion of never being able to be friends with you again hits him. Before you can talk yourself out of it, remind yourself of the soul-damning aspect of what you’re about to do, you lean into your best friend and let your lips ghost over his so closely that he can taste the cherry chapstick you’re allowed to wear in lieu of any form of makeup. You don’t mind being the aggressor but it’s him that presses his skin flush against yours. It’s him that goes into the kiss with no self-control and deepens it, swiping a tongue over your bottom lip to gather up more to of fruit-flavored substance to taste.  
You’re already panting against his mouth, fingers moving to settle in his white locks and loving how soft his hair always feel – even with the rain having washed his shampoo out. You promise that this time, now that you’re in private, you’re going to let yourself take this as far as you want it to go. You’re not going to let the fear of God stop you from feeling everything that Satoru’s body has to offer yours.  
You both ignore the need to breathe, willing to suffocate if that’s what it takes to break free from this emotional limbo. His hand clasps the side of your neck, eyes fluttering shut and glasses falling to clatter onto the couch. Time passes and you find yourself kicking your shoes off and maneuvering a bit until you both realize you might be more comfortable on the floor so that you can take up as much space as you like. As adorable as ever, Satoru pulls down two quilts and an array of throw pillows from the sofa to make a more comfortable nest on the carpet.  
And when you’re both settled a bit more, you gently place your hand on his thigh because you don’t have the audacity to do much more than that but the desire to touch him is overcoming you. You feel yourself building your confidence up, finding that it’s easy enough to transition into this more sexually aware period of your life only because it’s with him and he does everything within his power to make sure you’re okay.  
You could kiss him consistently for hours, soft lips feeling better than you think heaven could be, but Satoru pulls away after a few minutes. He heaves a deep breath, eyes glazing over with unshed tears, and you wonder if this is just as emotional for him as it is for you. “Y/N, are you sure about this?” He begs the question, seeming to know where you want this to go and still feeling unease burn under his blushed pastel skin.  
His hesitance makes you rethink yourself (no matter how badly you refused to do so) and you give him your eyes before responding. “I’m completely sure of myself,” You start. “But if you’re not, we can stop.” And you mean it. You think you mean it. You understand him being more uneasy about the decision to just commit a grave sin like this, in his position of power. You want to tell him not to feel like he’s taking advantage of you because he’s the priest. He’s the one that really has everything at stake. You can’t imagine him being able to do this with you and just go back to counseling your peers on how to cope with temptation. God, are you being selfish? You shift on the floor, meaning to get away from him and put some respectable distance between your bodies.  
Before you can get too far from him, your best friend takes the hand that you removed from his lap and places it back in the same position. He cuts the inner conflict from his mind and replaces it with the need you make him feel. Of course, his soul is more at stake than yours is. He won’t deny that but he’s not so sure that he cares anymore. “I… I…” But he can’t seem to get the words out quickly enough. They aren’t coming out the way that he wants them to, and you watch his lips part carefully. “I want you.” He finally says and Satoru doesn’t know much. He doesn’t know anything for sure, but he does know that he’d rather burn for an eternity than deny himself any longer.  
So, when you hear those words come from his mouth and on that deliriously velvety voice, you allow the palm of your hand to move up further; against his thigh until you’re met with something entirely foreign. Neither of you are dense. Despite your nonexistent sexual education, you know how human anatomy works. You know how blood flow works and what happens when a man is aroused. His eyes travel down your throat, watching you swallow dryly. The only thing comforting him is that you look just as nervous as he does. Satoru misses the warmth of your palm on his half-hard and clothed dick when you remove it to fiddle with the buttons of your (still see through) blouse. 
One by one, you undo the buttons, exposing more skin and feeling each bit of newly exposed skin get more and more heated. He wants to lean in and recapture your lips so that those pretty hands will wrap around his lips. Satoru guesses that he really wants to take his time with you. This is both of your first times after all. Soon your entire blouse is completely unbuttoned but you don’t have it in you to remove it yet. You sit before him, loving the way that he stares at your bra-clad breasts – not even trying to hide the fact that this is the first set of tits he’s ever seen in his life.  
Satoru licks his lips, getting ready to speak sin into the room. “Can I… touch them?” He doesn’t even have to ask you, but you love the way that he respects you to ask before just doing so. When you nod, he hesitantly raises both of his hands, palms facing out, and presses them to the fabric of your bra. Everything about the action is awkward and inexperienced. He presses his palms tightly against your bra and stares at your face while doing so, as if waiting for you to tell him to stop. “Am I doing it right?” He pokes his bottom lip out and shuffles his hands a bit. Before you have the chance to answer, he closes his fingers around both of your tits and squeezes lightly – sending surges of a foreign feeling through your body.  
“You can take my bra off.” You grant him permission to take this a step further. His smile quirks up a bit and you can tell Satoru is excited. As gentle as he’s able to be, the priest pulls your blouse from over each arm until it’s pooling on the floor; forgotten about. You’re left sitting before him in your wireless bra. You would’ve worn something a little prettier if you had known that this was going to happen, but he seems enamored with you, nonetheless. You peel your bra from your skin, still wet from the thunderstorm, and avert your eyes out of embarrassment when he watches them bounce with the force of freeing them from the confines the modest undergarment.  
Gojo feels like his eyes are playing a cruel trick on him, not having the best vision in the world. He shamelessly stares at your chest and recounts all of the times when he caught himself sneaking glances at your cleavage, even when it was still developing as the two of you were growing up. And now, he’s finally seeing every bit of it. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He whispers, left hand moving back up to touch your pert nipple. “Your body is so… lovely.” The compliment comes out breathlessly, but he means it from the absolute bottom of his heart and, truly, he is enamored with you.  
An awkward feeling creeps over you and you find yourself pouting. “Satoru, you should take your shirt off too.” Pretty soon, if you keep moving at this pace, you’ll be the only one naked and you’re not sure if you’d be comfortable with that. He flushes once more at your words, wondering how you can be so much more vulgar than he is – but he finds it attractive. He undoes the collar around his neck and begins working at the buttons of his own shirt, one by one snapping them apart. Satoru’s skin is the prettiest shade of ivory, nearly luminescent and blushed like a perfectly ripe cherry. He’s so beautiful that you could almost feel guilty because you feel as though you’re corrupting a real-life angel right now.  
He shucks the shirt off his body and looks down abashedly. It’s your turn to take control though. You place your hand under his chin and force him to look up at you, your gaze meeting his. When your irises meet, you can see the guilt behind them. You’re sure he can see the guilt in yours. You know it’s there, but you don’t care anymore. You press your lips to his as gently as ever and push your chest flush against his to share body heat. Your hands explore each other’s bodies, mapping out new places, deflowering virgin skin. Blood rises to each piece of untouched flesh that you trace on him, leaving a cerise surface in the wake of your delicate palms. He runs a hand through your hair until it’s on the back of your neck, keeping your face close to his so that he can kiss you even deeper.  
The tips of your tongues meet for the first time, seemingly greeting each other before he pushes his further into your mouth to learn what you taste like. The interaction turns sloppy quickly, saliva flowing down your chins in messy translucent threads. Your teeth click against his when each movement loses shame and you grow urgent, trying to get as close to one another as humanly possible.  
You gasp when your mouths separate, cursing your own poor lung capacity. You gain the audacity to look at him once again, shirtless before. Seeing the priest of out dress like this makes you lightheaded but you think you love it. You think you love the idea of being damned to hell for taking what you want, for allowing your body to have everything it craves. You must remind yourself that, despite your religious teachings, these feelings are normal. Having these feelings and urges isn’t wrong. The only thing you may have done wrong is skip school to engage in these acts and, regarding the unexcused absence your mother will surely berate you over, you’ll bite that bullet when the time comes.  
You feel like Adam and Eve, both of you. The two of you explore each other just as two virgins would, learning something new with each unashamed touch. Satoru is gentle with every touch. A hand on your waist, taking a squeeze of the flesh there is skilled. A handful from your thigh is careful. A swipe of his thumb over your bottom lips, collecting your saliva under his fingernail is gentle. Each move is love-laced. He’s uneducated, still being so pure of flesh, but careful with you. 
Impatience hits you in waves, you fumble with the hem of your skirt and look to him as if to ask permission to remove it from yourself. Your friend nods, knowing that there is no going back now. You’ve done enough to damn yourselves. You feel the pressure building up in your chest, the obligation to perform and to perform well. You pull the fabric over your knees and make quick work of taking your socks off too, leaving you in a pair of panties – bright and white and so innocent.  
Nothing about this feels real. You never would’ve thought you’d find yourself in this situation; stripped down to your panties and watching carefully as Satoru removes his own slacks until he’s down to his boxers. You both seem too afraid to become fully bare for each other. Soon, the thunderstorm beyond the apartment completely shields the world from the sun and your bodies are reduced to shadows before each other’s eyes. Maybe that’s what gives a surge of confidence but the knowledge that he can’t see you very well is enough to have you pulling your underwear down and letting them drop to the ground.  
A sense of accomplishment runs through your mind. You did it. You’re doing this. You’re naked… in front of Satoru. You’ve been best friends your entire lives and you’re really changing the entire dynamic of your relationship. “God.” He breathes out, focusing his eyes on your newly exposed area – your pretty and wet cunt. “Fucking hell.” You feel his heavy breaths fanning the skin on your collar bones and minutes pass, minutes of him psyching himself up and you giving him plenty of time to do so, before his long spindly fingers fiddle with the hem of his fitted boxers. The clouds part slowly, and the room loses a bit of its shade.  
When your best friend pulls his last article of clothing off his innocent body, you’re both perfectly bare for one another and it feels like a cinder has been lifted off both of your chests. Finally, you’re both getting closer. Neither one of you has been graced with regret yet. All you can do for a long while is stare at each other, committing every ridge and every curve to memory. You, personally, don’t know how sex works yet. All you know is that when you’re aroused, your body heats up and between your legs grows so wet that you can’t stop yourself from running a sinful finger between the swollen lips.  
At the very least, Satoru knows what’s supposed to go where. Everything else, he’ll figure out in the act. Your friend pulls a few pillows together and spreads a quilt on the floor for you to lie on, trying to make this as pleasant as possible for you. When you lie on your back, he inches over until his body is hovering over yours and you’re both shivering with anticipation. Satoru will be the first to admit that he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing but a few rogues at the monastery talked a bit about sex with him once before. He taps into the memory of the conversation when they let their hormones dictate the conversation.  
He squeezes your thigh before pushing your legs apart, exposing your glistening clit to the cool air of his apartment. Your partner looks you in the eyes when he swipes two fingers along your shiny lips and digs the tip of his pointer finger into your throbbing clit. You yelp at the sensation of being touched there for the first time, just as he expected. You become a shivering mess beneath him, equally as expected.  
His movements are amateur, but he rubs quick circles on your clit until he feels you getting even wetter. The feeling coiling in the pit of your stomach is brand new, nothing like you’ve ever felt when you built up the courage to toy with your own body in the dark of the night. “Do you like that?” He keeps his cerulean pupils concentrated on your expression, carefully watching for any indication that you want him to stop. The priest feels himself growing painfully hard, erection slapping against your thigh and tip growing angry and red as it leaks precum onto your skin. You nod quickly, squirming from overstimulation but not daring to ask him to stop. 
Your body grows heated, legs kicking as your pleasure overtakes you completely. When your slick is dribbling out in copious amounts. “D-do you feel good?” He asks again, not at all confident in his ability to please a woman. You nod again but he persists, fingers slowing as he loses confidence. “Am I doing okay, Y/N?” When you don’t speak up again, Gojo pulls his hands away from your contracting hole. 
There are so many things he wants to do with you, so many things he wants to do to your body, so many things he wants to make you feel but his cock is getting so hard that it’s painful and the warmth you left dripping from his fingers is too inviting to go another minute without feeling. Your best friend kisses your cheek and pays attention to any cues you might send him, that mean to ask him to stop or slow down but none come. You want this. He lines his dick up with your seizing entrance, feeling heat emanate from the slick core. He rubs his tip along your slit and groans, almost cumming right then and there but he finds it in himself to stay in control. Satoru looks you in the eye before he dares to put an inch inside of you. He gives you one more chance to back out of this. “And you’re positive you want to do this?” His voice comes out as an exhausted rasp, already sounding fucked out before he’s even had the chance to fuck you.  
You cup his cheeks and smile, wordless confirmation that you do really want this. A confirmation that you really do want him. “It may hurt a bit at first.” He warns you, lips grazing your cheeks once more as he tries his best to take this slowly and ease you into the experience. He leaves every warning on your skin for you to wear so that you don’t forget.  
“Why? Will it hurt you?” You ask, a question so naïve that he almost wants to remove his body from yours and shut this entire thing down. He almost tells himself that there’s no way you’re ready for this with questions like that coming out of your mouth. You softly rut your hips up, forcing more contact between your pulsing lips and his swollen tip that all moral thoughts leave his mind and he just chuckles.  
Satoru shakes his head and smiles down at you, signature and friendly. “No, I’m afraid not. I’m sorry.” The depth of his words implies that he truly is sorry that this will only be a wholly pleasurable experience for him and that you will likely feel some discomfort.   
Before he can find another reason to talk himself out of fucking you, after coming this far, Satoru pushes his hips forward, tip easing into you. He’s met with an unbearable amount of resistance as your virgin cunt tries to push him out and reject him. You cry out, burying your face in his neck to muffle the near scream. He has to stop himself from telling you to try to relax so he can fully sheathe himself inside of you; wanting you to be able to have whatever reaction you need to have.  
The initial invasion makes your body feel like he’s taken a lighter and lit you ablaze. The notion of burning alive has never felt so fearful, even during the entire process of (what you assumed was) foreplay, you solidly knew that it would warrant you an eternity in hell but this – this pain is imaginative of that fate. Tears well up in your eyes and force themselves to spill over your lids, leaving your tear ducts swollen with devasting amounts of sorrow. A piece of your soul dies. Satoru, as gentle as he possible can be with you, pushes himself further in and moans at the feeling of your pussy wrapping tightly around him. “God,” He takes his savior’s name in vain and sheds his own tears, only of ecstasy.  
The pain subsides after he’s fully inside of you. It gets more bearable, but the pain isn’t replaced with pleasure as you expected it to be. He buries his face in your neck and nibbles on the skin there, attempting to distract himself from cumming prematurely. You feel the exact moment Satoru’s cock breaks the seal of your virginity and fully defiles you. You’re dirty. This settles it. A bead of blood runs from where he’s beginning to fuck you down between your cheeks, leaving an uncomfortable stickiness between them.  
He gasps as he keeps his face on your neck, occasionally kissing you, and grips the pillows on either side of your head. You feel Satoru’s tears fall from his cheeks to pool on your collarbones. The pain isn’t like anything you could’ve imagined. “Gonna cum.” He grunts, fucking into you at a steady pace. Despite all his efforts, he does cum prematurely and doesn’t give himself enough time to pull his weeping prick out of you. The warmth of the priest’s ejaculate filling you up makes you feel ticklish all over and so uncomfortable. You stay silent and let the crushing reality of the events that just took place force more tears out of you. A mediocre fuck, that’s what you just traded your soul for.  
Your best friend pants against your neck and fucks you through his orgasm, pulling out to let the last few drops of his seed dribble onto the quilt beneath him. He looks at your tear-stained face and isn’t surprised that you cried, knowing that you would. Still, a feeling of dissatisfaction overcomes him and the feeling of his first orgasm doesn’t last nearly as long as he thinks it should. Nothing felt as either of you expected. Your virginities are gone, given to each other but nothing feels right about it. You don’t give him any words, not sure what you could say. He climbs from atop your naked body and stays quiet too. You turn your back to him and shut your eyes, wanting to dream of something better than the reality you’ve doomed yourself to.  
Maybe your expectations were too high. Maybe the lack of knowledge and experience between the two of you are what made the sex act not as good as you imagined. It doesn’t matter. The feeling that Satoru has thrown his soul and faith away for depravity is too much to bear. You both breathe evenly and let the sound of the raindrops splashing against his living room window fill the dead air. He turns his back to you as well and wonders, wonder silently, if Adam and Eve felt this way too when they committed their sin and if they felt as much regret as he’s feeling right this very moment.  
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head---ache · 1 month
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hello im going to talk about my non fankid oc's because i feel like i talk too much about my children (sorry) and too little about my other characters and i know probably no one cares but fuck you/lh im going to force you to care/j
Tools the Chinchilla (she/they) is the oldest character in the group! (Ironically age wise they're the youngest, being 14). They're an anti hero, of sorts?? But I think a better way to describe her is just a silly chinchilla doing her own thing, not caring about anyone else. They really just care about what they have going on and are going to do whatever they need to get things done. She does not care about relationships at all, and only tries to get closer to someone if it benefits her. They're a investigator/scientist, mostly studying about chaos, so you can guess how that leads her to follow the main cast around, trying to act all friendly to get info out of them (but everyone knows she doesn't actually like them because she's really bad at acting). She also has a very big ego, and constantly compares herself to characters like Tails of Eggman, pushing them both down although she's not really an inventor, unless she needs something specific.
Prince the Peacock (he/him) is my boy!!! I love his concept. He has hypnotic powers thanks to his feathers, and he also cares a lot about his looks. He's very sophisticated, but also very high energy and friendly (he can be a little too much, in fact). He's also a bit naive, but that's mostly because he usually sees the best in people, and believes anyone can be good if he's just nice enough. He sees himself and Tools as best friends, even though she can't stand him, he just thinks they're shy. He's a little bit too scared of everything, but after being saved by the Resistance during the war he feels like he needs to do his part, so he's actually quite brave and very usually pushes himself out of his comfort zone.
Ferocity the Spider (she/her) seems to be somewhat of a fan favorite, and I think that might be thanks to her goth lolita fashion and the fact that she's a spider, definitely not something seen in the Sonic franchise. She's a full on villain, and is que agressive. She has all of the abilities spiders commonly have, but I can't get more specific than that. I'm way too scared of spiders and could only use drawings as reference for her design, so I didn't actually take the time to decide what kind of spider she is bskdbskfnskx She has every move calculated, and takes everything into account, she's very careful and methodic, but, like I said, when she needs to, she can get very agressive and scary. She's also very closed off and untrustful, so while she does have someone she works with (more on that later), she usually prefers to do things herself, just to make sure.
Joy the Horse (she/her) is a total sweetie. She's very shy and quiet, but has the biggest heart ever. She's a baker!!! And has her own bakery:) she sometimes brings some of her baked goods to Restoration HQ because some of her friends are there. She's softspoken and kind, but don't look down on her! She can kick you over the next city if she needs to>:) usually in defense, not in offense. She doesn't fight often, but if her or someone she cares about is involved she goes all out trying to help. Also Joy is the only one Tools tries to be friends with, but that's because they want free food. Joy knows this, and yet she still pretends she doesn't see when the chinchilla sneaks a cookie into their pocket.
Torch the Angler Fish (they/them) is Ferocity's right hand!!! Mostly just the dumb henchman in cartoons. They're way too energetic and impulsive, which is why Ferocity usually has to hold them down. They normally do the dirty work; if they need to fight, Torch will do it while Ferocity watches from the shadows and only interferes if needed. Torch, of course, has a little light that can lure people closer to them, and they often hide in the shadows, to then attack by surprise. They enjoy scaring people, they're a bit of an asshole lol. I said Ferocity is agressive, and yet, Torch is the most agressive of the two, which makes them a bit more scary.
Index the Secretary Bird (she/her) is a cute girly who works for the Restoration as, you guessed it, a secretary. I imagine she was friends with Jewel, and when she saw how much work the beetle had, she decided to step in and help. She's also very methodic, and strict. She actually was a librarian before she joined the Restoration, so you can be sure she has outstanding organization skills. She's a bit unexpressive, and distant, but definitely not mean, and if you manage to get close to her you'll have a friend who will give you the best advice and will listen to you with all of her attention!! She also has some knowledge in first aids, so when needed she also helps in that area.
And yeah that's that the fankids get too much attention so these guys also needed a post dedicated to talking about them tehee
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mako-asmr · 1 month
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~For Quack's Sake!~ {Lucifer & Reader Preview}
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‘Please leave a message for-’ Lucifer hung up and let out a small sigh as he sat back in his chair, he was disappointed although he wasn’t sure what he expected. He had tried to call Lilith - something he felt the impulse to do every now and then, but like usual the outcome was always the same. Straight to voicemail.
You had started to hang out with Lucifer after his appearance at the hotel and the two of you had bonded quite well, well enough for him to request you be present for his occasional phone calls. You weren’t sure just why he had asked you to start coming but you had guessed it was for moral support.
Seeing Lucifer place his phone onto his desk and place his head in his hands saddened you, you could tell he missed Lilith a lot. You scoot your own chair over to his side before placing a gentle hand onto his back, you felt bad for not really knowing what to do.
“Sorry.. I know I should be used to this by now..”
“Hey, don’t say that. You have a right to be upset.” You frowned a bit at his words, you hated when Lucifer was upset but hated it even more when he diminished his own feelings. He shouldn’t have to pretend like he’s okay.
You pull Lucifer into a gentle hug which he graciously returns, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You could tell he needed this moment, to just be held for a little while.
“Thanks duckling..” You could still hear the sadness in his voice and it made you frown a bit. You wanted to think of a way to cheer him up but what could you do?
You two could paint duck together, or make some pancakes; but both of those options required energy and focus you were sure Lucifer didn’t have right now. Then you remembered a conversation you had with Charlie, she told you all about how she and Lucifer would play a game called “Feathers Up”.
In this game one person was ‘the duck’ and the other person was ‘the hunter’, when the hunter said “Feathers up!” The duck would have to spread their arms and wings up above their heads and keep them there while the hunter ‘inspected them’. If the duck failed to keep their arms or wings up the hunter would say “Duck season” before ‘capturing’ the duck.
When she first told you about the game you thought it was both cute and pretty funny, you decided to try it in hopes of cheering up the duck loving king.
“Hey Lucifer, do you wanna play a game with me?” Seeing Lucifer lift his head from your shoulder you smiled a bit seeing that you had peaked his interest.
“What kind of game..?”
“I think you know it well, it's called Feathers Up.” As soon as the words leave your mouth you can see the blush rise to Lucifer’s cheeks, he clearly hadn’t expected you to say that.
“Y-You.. How do you-?” “Charlie filled me in earlier, it sounds like a pretty fun game don’t ya think?”
You could see the gears turning in Lucifer’s head as he averted his gaze away from yours, then he said the answer you were hoping for.
“S-Sure.” “Great, you’ll be the duck alright Luci?” You could see his blush deepen in color as he nodded, clearly trying to prepare himself for what was to come.
You shift your chair so that you're directly facing Lucifer, looking at him with a gentle smile as he looks back at you with a nervous one. He was already squirming in anticipation. 
“Ready?” “M-Mhm.”
“Feathers up!”
The Catnap & Dogday audio will be uploaded likely tmw as I am planning on posting two audios, stay tuned and have a chaotic day ^^
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happyimagines · 2 years
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911: Buck/Reader
This wasn't requested, but I've been rewatching 911 and wanted to write for it.
Hope you like it!
Everyone is way of the job. It’s a rule for first responders. However, every month, it seems as if even more chaos ensues; the full moon. Whether it’s because everyone’s blood pressure spikes, but it feels like more people are seeing red, acting on impulse or just acting without a single care for themselves or anyone else.
As soon as the ambulance came to a stop, I took a deep breath. Hen parked the ambulance, took another look at me and laughed. I rolled my eyes but accepted a pack of wet wipes that she handed to me.
“Don’t get blood on the handles.” She told me.
“I need to shower, and maybe soak my clothes in bleach. Tell Cap I’ll get the report finalised after.” I used a wipe to clean my hands of any remaining blood from our last call.
“I’ll let him know, go get cleaned up.” Hen got out the ambulance and I followed her out.
“Whoa,” I heard as everyone saw me and Hen got out the ambulance. I looked up at the balcony as Eddie and Chimney stared at me. “Who died?”
I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. Hen saw my reaction and went up the stairs to explain the events of our call.
“Are you okay?” I looked over at Buck whose eyes were wide with concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s not my blood.” I assured him with a smile. “Hen will fill you in on the gory details. I cringed at my own words.
“Okay, good to know.” Buck nodded and assessed me once more to make sure I was okay.
“Buck, I’m fine,” I told him before heading for the showers.
What felt like an eternity of scrubbing, I left the showers clean and free of blood. The shower itself took extra time to be cleaned and sanitized. Once I was in clean clothes, I made my way to the kitchen where everyone was sitting. Hen smiled when she I was coming to join them.
“There she is,” Chimney announced. “Nice to see that there’s no blood on you.”
“I think I left the scene red-handed.” I joked. Buck smiled and sat up straighter letting me join him on the sofa. The firefighter regarded me with a look that I couldn’t quite figure out.
“Please tell me that there isn’t any blood still on me.”
“Nah, you’re good. Hen was telling us about how you stopped a guy from bleeding out.” There was a smile of admiration on his face and he nudged me with his elbow.
“Oh yeah,” I nodded. “It was weird though. It looked like he was bitten.”
“Oh, he was.” Hen waved her phone and handed it to me.
I took it and began reading the report. As I did, I realised Buck was reading it over my shoulder. I leaned back and angled the phone to let him read with me.
“Great, so aside from all the usually stupidity, we have the Full Moon Biter. People need to stop smoking bath salts…” I trailed off when I noticed Hen was watching me and Buck. Buck whose face was very close to my own.
It was nice siting close to Buck, it was comfortable. I was close enough that I could still smell the aftershave and body spray that he had used in the morning. We were comfortable enough that nobody else sat next to him. And allowed me to take that space.
“Didn’t you guys deal with something like this last month?” Buck asked leaning back into the sofa as if he were suddenly aware of our proximity.
“Something similar. Except that guy wasn’t pretending to be Dracula.” I shrugged my shoulders.
Hen left the two of us and said something about needing to call Karen. Chimney and Eddie were off doing their own thing. That left Buck and I sitting on the sofa. I sighed and leaned back. Buck leaned next to me and watched my face.
“I should’ve said I was sick today or something.” I let my head fall back, falling on Buck’s arm. I stared at the ceiling as Buck began talking.
“Eh, everyone feels that way. I mean, you saved someone, so that’s good right?”
“I guess. I just acted on instinct.”
“Your instinct saved someone; you stopped a guy from bleeding out with your own hands!” Buck nudged me and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah, I did good. I also could’ve landed a role in Carrie.” I laughed.
I turned my head to look at Buck. I didn’t realise how close he was to me again until my lips brush against his.
The two of froze, my breath caught in my throat. I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips to his. Buck deepened the kiss, his hand cupping my cheek keeping me close to him.
Then the alarms went off, the announcement calling for the fire truck and the paramedics to respond to an MVC.
The two of us pulled apart from each other, breathless. I looked at Buck who was at a loss for words.
“We, we should go.” I got up and Buck followed, the two of us running to join the others for the call. I got in the ambulance with Hen and she pulled out of the house. Sitting in the seat, I looked out the window, my heart still racing and my lips felt electric and tingled.
“You okay?” Hen asked glancing over as I gently touched my lips. “You haven’t said anything since we left. Did something happen between you and Buck?”
I looked at her. “I kissed Buck. And he kissed me back. And I want to kiss him again.” A laugh escaped me and Hen joined me.
“I knew it!”
Before I would tell her to stop laughing, we had arrived at the scene and went into business, the laughter was left in the ambulance for later.
There were three cars that had crashed into each other. The reason was because two people had run into the road causing one person to suddenly slam on the brakes. That then led to the collision.
Hen and I ran to the pedestrians lying in the road as the others went to check on everyone in the cars. I knelt on the ground and turned to look at the victim. Before I could begin my assessment, I saw more blood than what is expected for these situations. My patient had blood on his face and neck.
“Hen, I think-”
Before I could finish altering Hen, the victim grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards him, his teeth clamping down on my neck.
I screamed and then everything happened so quickly. There was yelling and I felt someone pull me away from the biter. I began feeling faint as I was sat on the ground.
“(Y/N), hey, look at me.” Eddie caught my attention and made me look at his face.
“(Y/N), we need to flush the bite, it doesn’t look like he got any of the arteries but you are going to bleed out if we don’t get you covered up.” Bobby told me. I nodded to show I understood, not trusting my voice. “Buck, stay on the vehicles!”
“Cap!” Buck yelled back in protest. He was holding his helmet in his hand as he watched to see if I was okay.
I winced as felt the saline against the open wound.
“Okay, we need to get you transported. They’re going to have to make sure nothing was transmitted.” Eddie told me.
“Gotcha,” I let him pull me to my feet. The next thing I knew was that I was in the back of an ambulance. It wasn’t one from the 118 so Eddie was sitting with me checking on my vitals despite my protests.
“I really should’ve called in sick.” I groaned as Eddie peeked under the dressings.
“Yeah, Buck probably wouldn’t have been too happy about that though.” Eddie gave me a smile and my face grew hot.
“I’m guessing he told you?”
“Yep, and he’s been wanting to do that for a while.”
I laughed. “Really?”
“He likes you, but it’s Buck. He’s all action.”
Before we could continue, the ambulance stopped at the hospital. Eddie helped me out and let me get taken by nurses ready to take blood and perform tests. I was put on a bed in the emergency room and I put my head back. The wound was cleaned and I was left waiting, still shaking from the events. Then there was familiar chatter as the other members of the 118 arrived. I looked over at them and made eye contact with Buck. He looked relieved to see I was okay and rushed over.
“Hey,” I smiled at him.
“Hey, are- are you okay?” Buck asked as I pulled my knees close to make space.
“Yeah, a little shaken.” I held up my hand and showed Buck He chuckled and took my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. “I think everything should be okay, I didn’t hear anything about the other guy that they brought in. Did they find out what the biter was on?”
“Uh, I think they said it was bath salts.”
“Are you kidding?”
Buck laughed again and I saw his gaze was on my face. It travelled from my eyes to my lips.
“So, earlier at the firehouse.” Buck began.
“Yeah, I talked to Eddie,”
“Right. Well, I want to let you know that I meant what I said.” He assured me.
“Good. I feel the same way.”
“Really?” Buck asked almost incredulously. “Well, how about after shift, I take you on a real date.”
“I would like that,” I smiled and leaned towards him.
“I saw that there’s a new vampire movie coming out.
“You wish Buck.” I quickly looked past and saw that everyone was looking towards us. Somehow, Hen managed to get everyone’s attention and led them out the room. Buck, looking over his shoulder and realising the same thing, turned back to look at me. There was a smile on his face as he cupped my cheek and brought his lips to mine.
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pxrxcxa · 1 year
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Hello, this may be a little on the dark side idk. I lost my father 2 weeks ago and I guess I just wanted to request an eddie blurb or something making bestfriend!reader feel better mayhe some mutual pinning or something. Of course you don't have to if you're not comfortable with it 😞
Authors Note | Dear Anon, firstly I'd like to extend my most sincerest condolences, I am truly sorry and hope that you are okay. Secondly - a grateful thank you for entrusting my writing to capture what you need. I hesitated with your request because I wasn't quite sure how to do it justice, I haven't written a lot of fluff, but I've given it my absolute all, and I really hope this is what you were looking for 🖤
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Here to stay
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Pairing | Eddie x best friend
Post summary | Life has been a little bit hard recently, so of course Eddie is right there to comfort you exactly how you needed to be, both of you caring towards each other in a way more than most best friends usually would.
What to expect | Established friendship, mutual pining, soft Eddie, caring Eddie,
Post Warnings | Vague general mental health of reader, feels a little bit down
Word count | 1.8 K
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You were hovering on the edge of the mussed bed, the sheets cold from where you’d refused to lie back down, afraid that the nightmare was still hovering on the surface, waiting to suck you back into its terrifying depths. 
No sleep wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for you, these past few weeks had been hell, the most trying of your life. It felt like the kicks just kept on coming, refusing to give you a break as you scrambled to piece back the broken fragments of yourself. 
You had support in the form of your goofy, charming and irrevocably blind best friend, Eddie. More friendly support and care than you could ask for, but it wasn’t a friendship you wanted anymore, and you knew that, after crying out your feelings for a better part of a day, you couldn’t deny it anymore. After everything you’d been through recently, after what you’d lost, you weren’t going to risk burning your friendship with him past the point of no return. 
Sometimes, in the raging storm that was your life, Eddie was the only thing that kept you sane. 
And so, you’d resulted in the coping mechanisms that had been embedded in you for years, curling in on yourself and refusing to let anyone in as you sorted through your own emotional turmoil. 
You knew your prolonged absence was hurting him, having gone from spending almost every day with each other to barely catching glimpses of you as you slipped from the trailer park to the grocery store, only leaving the safe haven of your empty home to buy the necessities to live. 
But you were exhausted, emotionally beat down from the woes of life and you knew that if you let Eddie in right now, he’d see through the cracks, you doubted that you’d be able to hold back the truth that was begging to be let go. 
No, you’d suffer through this on your own, come out the other side of it as you always had, and then return back to life as you knew it, keeping your friendship with Eddie out of danger from exploding from an impulsive admission of love. 
Your nail beds were raw from where you’d picked at them until they bled, your teeth slipped against the skin as a loud knock reverberated throughout the dark trailer. With a narrowed look at your clock face that read 0328, you slid from the bed, your footsteps slapping against the cold floor as you pulled back the curtains and peeked through. 
Sigh 
Eddie’s head turned just as you let the blinds flutter against the window, the smoke from his cigarette stinging his eyes as he fumbled with something large in his arms. It was too late to pretend to be asleep and sneak back to bed, you might have been hurting, but you weren’t rude. 
He grinned through the haze as you tugged the door open a slither, tightening your robe around you as his gaze ran over you appreciatively.
“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help being infected by his charming smile, begrudgingly returning it with a small one of your own. 
“It’s good to see you to.” He scoffed, shifting the basket as his arms wobbled.
“I saw your light on, and I figured now was as good a time as any for some self-care from your bestie.” He dipped his arms so you could see the treats he’d brought you. 
Packets of face masks, snacks that you had long forgotten telling him that you liked, a version of your own shower gel that you always used when you stayed at his trailer across the way, a candle, a new copy of your favourite movie, a CD with your name scribbled across it and a crumpled piece of paper that had his messy writing peeking out from the top of it. It reeked of a mix of perfume, random flowers that Eddie had picked himself – because you’d seen bushes of them around the trailer park – were filling each crevice of space in the basket. 
Your face blushed with heat as you blinked back tears, letting him push the door way as he grunted under the weight of it and strutted across the living room to place it on the counters, grabbing the movie with a wide smile as he spun back around to face you. 
“I’m not usually a sucker for these types of movies, but for you I might just –“ Eddie rushed across the floor to cup your face gently, brushing the corner of your lips as the tears flowed hot and steady, blurring your vision of him as he cooed and pressed you to his chest. 
“Hey, hey. I’m sorry.” Eddie stroked your hair as his body hummed. “I know things have been hard, but I’m here okay? I’m here.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your hair and pulled back, pressing the corner of your lip into a smile until it stayed there on its own. 
“Why don’t you have a hot shower while I set this up?” He jerked his head down the hall as he grazed his palms along your bare arms, leaving goosebumps behind as you nodded through bleary eyes and blindly found your way to the cold bathroom. 
The boiling water had helped to relax your muscles, drowning out the white noise of the broken world as you held your head under the streaming tap. But as the intrusive thoughts seeped back through, tightening at your chest as you yanked a hairbrush through the knots in your hair, your quiet whimpering turned into full blown sobs that echoed throughout the whole trailer, undeniably loud enough for Eddie to hear. 
His small knock broke through your hyperventilating breath as you creased your arms around you, cowering over the vanity as silent sobs wracked you. 
“Can I come in?” Eddie took your quiet whimper for permission as he slipped into the room ladled in steam, moving behind you as he pried the brush from between your tight fingers. His faster hands fluffed out your hair as he started moving the bristles softly between the tangled strands, holding it so it didn’t pull at your skull. 
Eddie’s warm eyes met yours in the mirror as he smiled and put down the bush, running his fingers through your hair one more time before he pressed his face against the crook of your neck, tightening his arms around you until it became hard to breathe. 
His heaviness was comforting. 
“Come on pretty girl.” Eddie’s hold was strong as he cradled your shoulders and swept your feet out from beneath you, carrying you in a ‘wedding like’ style as he huddled you closer to his chest to make sure you didn’t knock your head along the wall. 
He had the candle burning on the table in front of the couch, blankets already laid across the fabric with a hot water bottle warning them, fresh tears - but happy ones this time – threatened to reappear as you appraised the way he’d laid out all the goodies he’d brought, just waiting to be devoured.
You smiled as he settled you into the contours of the couch, recognising the scene on the tv as he plopped down beside you, tucking the blankets around your body as he pulled you into his chest, his arms snaking around you as his chin rested on top of your head. 
You tried not to let your heart beat get away from you, this was normal best friend comfort, Eddie had always been a touchy person, this didn’t mean the same thing to you as it did to him, your heart clenched painfully as you bit back the ache that trembled through you. 
Eddie’s eyes flashed down to your face as you tensed, offering you a pack of sweets he’d opened before he melted back down against the cushions, pulling you with him until you were practically lying on top of Eddie. 
It was okay, for a while, you were able to ignore the heat and coiling pressure that Eddie’s body was flooding into you, you were able to ignore the words that bubbled on your lips as you watched his chocolate button eyes close slowly, his lashes brushing his pink cheeks before they deepened from a blush, his arms tightening around you as he shot you a sheepish grin when he caught you staring. 
“What?” He whispered insecurely, his eyes darting back up to the screen as your lips trembled. The heavy words whispered between the couple on the TV, embedded in your brain from all of the years you’d watched it and desperately wished to have your own moment of clarity in love, broke the gate of your feelings.  
His face turned to yours as his brows creased in worry. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t risk him flinching away from your admission if he didn’t feel the same. You couldn’t lose Eddie to.
“I can’t lose you.” You cried, reaching up to clasp at his collar, his wild eyes swung back from your lips back up to meet your pleading gaze, confused by your outburst. 
“I’m not going anywhere.” Eddie’s warm fingers enclosed around yours as they brought them to his stable, beating heart. 
“I’m here to stay.” He promised with serenity. 
“You will eventually.” You shook your head through tears, catching your lip between your teeth. “Leave” you clarified as Eddie scowled in confusion. 
“How?” He challenged, his fingers flexing around yours. 
“You’ll meet some girl, and you’ll forget all about me –“ His heartrate raced under your fingers, doubt flickering in his face for one split moment before his lips trapped yours, cutting off your rambling. 
They were soft and firm at the same time, loving as they moulded against yours with a tingling spike, your words turning into a moan of surprise as Eddie’s free hand cupped the side of your face, twisting his fingers in your hair. You felt the rumble in Eddie’s chest as your heart soared, the broken edges of it miraculously knitting back together every millisecond his lips were pressed against yours. 
“I did meet a girl. You, and from that moment I did forget about all the others.” Eddie left you gasping for air as he traced the corner of your mouth, smiling at the blush that crept your neck as your eyes dropped, unable to hold his gaze. 
“I’ve been waiting do to that for a long time, but I’m really enjoying this movie, so can we finish that first before we finish this?” His fingers tugged you back down against his chest as you both laughed, cradling the back of your head as he traced light patterns up and down your spine. 
With a gentle oh he leaned away from you to grab the letter with his almost ineligible writing, slipping it into your palm with an embarrassed smile.
"Just uh, it's a list of things I like about you, about why you're my favourite person. I guess things are pretty obvious now but um, it's there for you to read whenever you're feeling down."
You snuggled deeper against him as you pressed the paper to your heart, pure unbridled happiness that whatever happened from now, however many more kisses you shared (and from the way Eddie’s arms wrapped around you like he was never letting you go) you were sure that there would be plenty. But the carefree laughter that swirled between the two of you, still so natural after all these years, it seemed that Eddie would always be your best friend, here to stay.
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gabzlovesu · 2 years
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MY EVERYTHING
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nanami x reader
warnings: mushy gushy feelings, borderline poetry tbh, semi-public sex, creampie, no dialogue during smut...
my submission for @misss-chrisss's getaway collab! i tried something new for my writing style so i hope you all enjoy. and don't forget to check out the other amazing collab pieces!
When you recited the words “until death do us part” on your wedding day, you didn’t think working so much would be your husband’s demise. You could see his job wearing on him physically and mentally, coming in the door with his tie already loosened while his shoulders drooped from the weight of the day. He beelines straight for the bed, not even bothering to take his clothes off, and you just watch from the doorway thinking about how much he deserves some peace and quiet.
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
It was an innocent question, one that rolled off your tongue with ease while you mindlessly traced random shapes on his chest. An arm that was draped over your shoulder gives a gentle squeeze before moving to rub soothing circles on your back.
I’d go anywhere, as long as it’s with you.
His answer made you sit up, giving a little room between your bare chests that were once pressed together. You needed to see if there was a hint of doubt, but you only found him peacefully sleeping. As you return back to his chest, a small smile spreads across your lips at his comment – Nanami could still make you giddy and flustered like a young schoolgirl 5 years into your marriage.
You expected to receive a rather wordy phone call from Nanami while you were out running errands the next morning, something about how you impulsively booked a getaway trip to Malaysia without talking to him. But he actually sounded… happy, which had you concerned if it was really Nanami on the phone. The truth was that he knew there was no time to argue. He had to pack his things for the flight that was within a couple of hours.
And that’s how you ended up in Malaysia. For the past few days, the two of you have disconnected from the rest of the world and sought refuge in a nice villa in the tropical country. It was a much-needed reset and allowed you time to focus on each other without distractions.
“What are you smiling about, Kento?” You reach into the fruit bowl on the table next to the hammock and throw a grape at his forehead. When it hits him dead on, he drops his smile and gives you a light pinch after cutting his eyes at you. “Tell me all of the juicy secrets you’ve written in your journal.”
“You know I can’t do that, love. And wouldn’t that take the fun out of all this?”
Journaling was something you have been doing since the beginning of your marriage. Every day for the past five years, you’d sit down together and write something for that day. As you poured your hearts out, the two of you have accumulated quite a large stash of notebooks, each page filled with the sacred words that resided in your hearts and minds. But the most important detail of it all was that the other wasn’t allowed to see what you wrote. It was for your eyes only. People tend to be more genuine and honest when they don’t expect anyone to look on with prying eyes.
“I suppose. I guess I’ll just die without knowing,” you let out a dramatic sigh and pretend to be sad.
Nanami chuckles, shaking his head as he continues to write. “Shouldn’t you be writing? I’ve seen you write one word in the last 10 minutes.”
“I’ve written more than that for your information.” You look down to count them – okay, you only had 4 words but that was all you needed.
Nanami is my light. He is the light that brightens your world. He is the light that guides you to better days. And most importantly, he was the light that made you feel warm and safe. Even the sun seemed dull in comparison.
You swing your legs over the side of the hammock and stretch a little before rising. “Well, you’re just gonna have to finish later. Get dressed so we won’t be late.” Usually, Nanami was the one doing the rushing, reminding you of the time and watching you get dressed for whatever you had planned. It seems as though the roles were flipped today.
“Alright, alright I’ll be ready in a few minutes. How about you keep sitting here and look pretty for me, okay?” When you dawn a bright smile, he gives a quick kiss before disappearing into the house..
It wasn’t until you looked down to put on your sandals that you noticed his journal lying on the ground. Thinking nothing of it, you pick it up, accidentally revealing the words he had jotted down moments prior. You didn’t intend to read them, yet you couldn’t get yourself to stop either. With every word, you felt your body grow warm and those familiar butterflies in your belly.
When the two of you had ventured off from the tour group, finding a grotto hidden behind the waterfall, you found yourself replaying the words you had read while your lips interlocked with his.
She may have my heart but she is my soul.
You could feel him pouring his heart out to you without even saying anything. The way his hands smooth over every inch of your body until they settle on your cheeks as he deepens the kiss. The way he robbed you of oxygen by stealing kiss after kiss, never giving you a chance to breathe until he felt your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. Even now as you both pant, warm breath fanning over your glossy lips, his eyes are trained on them as he desperately waits for more.
She keeps me sane and drives me insane at the same time.
It was an amusing irony – how you completed him and made him feel whole, despite losing himself every time he settles into your gummy cunt. He doesn’t mind though. If feeling this good meant giving in to you, then he would do it every time without hesitation. And no matter how many times you cried out his name, or how many times his lips landed on your skin, there was always more he wanted to give.
I could say that she is everything I have ever dreamed of, but no one could ever fathom a dream like her.
He watches you writhe under him. Pupils blown wide yet his vision was foggy from the heavy arousal. If being here with you was a sick and twisted dream, then he never wanted to wake up. All he could focus on was you: how you peer over your shoulder with soft, pleading eyes, you crying out an affirmation of love, and your warm cunt that keeps sucking him in deeper. His tight grip moves from your waist to your chest and he pulls you impossibly closer. It was perfect – the way his body framed yours and moved in a steady rhythm.
She is more than my world…
Your manicured nails cling onto the rocks in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. The cold water crashing against your hot skin did nothing to stop your mind from drifting off. Nanami had already let go, his sloppy thrusts going unchecked as he mentally checks out. His fingers carefully toying with your clit was his invitation for you to join him. He wanted to feel the way your tight cunt flutters around him when you reach your climax – a feeling that never got old and always made him cum. And when you finally do tip over the edge, he holds your trembling body flush against his chest and tells you for the milltionth time today that he loves you.
She is my everything.
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deadjam6 · 1 year
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Hey girlies, here is my offical 2023 deadjam6 William afton a-pose reference sheet (minus glitchtrap cuz teeeechnically hes just a digital copy of him and minus burntrap CHZ I FUCJCING HATE BURNTRAP)
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If there are any spelling mistakes in that chunk of words bellow......uhm pretend u don't see them, but on the note of reading that stuff, if you can't cuz my handwriting is kinda bad I'll rewrite everything here !
William afton
Left eye is fake !!! Lost to the first Springlock failure
Natural eye color changed from blue, hazel, and green
I don't draw noses but, if I did he'd have a dorsal hump
Fakes most of his personality
Shadow Springbonnie
Basically just William at his core
Zero impulse control
Full of gender
Based off a Wolpertinger but, he has demon wings instead of bird wings cuz I think it looks cooler
Springbonnie
GIRLYPOP!
bro acts like an entire different person in this thing
Acts as a bartender while performing on stage
William usually refers to Springbonnie with just she/her but it doesn't matter what you refer to it as, even when William is wearing it
Springtrap
Memory? Gone. When he first fully wakes up he's just pissed and wants to murder you
Untamed dog
Gets memory back as nights progress
Distracted by lights
Scraptrap
My babygirl
Scrap baby paints his nails
You could snap him in half
He zones out sometimes but scrap babys voice snaps him out of It
Acts more similar to "shadow Springbonnie"
I have way more headcanons/info for these guys of course but, I didn't have enough room to add them to the sheet but, I guess if anyone's interested I'd be more than glad to share them LOL
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theclearblue · 2 months
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Ok, ship ask but this time shoujo/josei edition... (just saw your top fav manga list, love them 🥰). What do you think of these ships :
Fruits Basket :
- Yuki / Kakeru (sorry I don't really ship him with Maki)
- Hanajima / Uotani (kinda dislike end pairing for Arisa, she deserve better)
Yona of the Dawn (don't get me wrong, I love Yona/Hak but I like these ships too) :
- Suwon/Hak & Yona/ Lili
Shouwa Genroku Rakugo Shinjuu
- Kikuhiku/ Sukeroku (one of my fav ship, tragic yaoi, I really dislike 'that woman' that ruin everything for my ship)
Sorry if my ask got too long, you can pick whichever ship that you want....
Hello again anon!! Love to see you pop up in here and I'm happy to answer all of these lol 🫡
Yuki/Kakeru
Ship it
1. Not sure if there was one specific moment for me, but I think just seeing their friendship develop over time to the point where Yuki is able to really open up to a friend for the first time is a really compelling journey for Yuki!
2. I think it's funny how Kakeru is able to just piss off Yuki with his antics lmao, but it's also kind of a big moment for Yuki where he isn't pretending to play this "prince" character, Kakeru is able to draw the real Yuki out.
3. Hmm I do probably ship Yuki with both Kakeru and Maki, I like both pairings in different ways
Hanajima/Uotani
Ship it
1. Ahhh I don't think there's ever just a moment but these are the most obvious lesbians of all time ajaksldlvl. Love their opposite vibes but they way they both scare everyone around them and are #1 Toohru protectors is soooo funny and also iconic.
2. I suppose I answered it in the previous section lmao but I think there's such a pure love between them and the love that they share for Toohru they just look out for each other so well and their opposite vibes are so cool, especially because it's like no big deal at all to them.
3. Anon you're so right WHY DID UOTANI END UP WITH A MAAAAAANNNN. Technically not sbout the ship I guess but yeah I really wasn't a big fan of Kureno and her ending up together, felt homophobic 💀
Suwon/Hak
Ship It (Lightly)
1. This is like on the border because even though I'm usually a big multishipper, Yona/Hak are really It for me ya know. I also hc Suwon as aro/ace, but there is some real good potential with Suwon/Hak, and I'm sure this will come as a surprise (after saying it for 500th time ajslslf) but I'm a big angst enjoyer. I probably did ship this more than Yona/Hak at the beginning lmao, and then them reuniting and Hak still feels so hurt? Not just for Yona and her father bur also himself? Wowowowow yeah this ship is pretty good.
2. The angst potentiaaaaallll childhood best friends with maybe a little crush to enemies to !?!?@(#$)#)@*$*@! Goooood they're so messed up Hak is so hurt from everything but he also understands where Suwon is coming from and Suwon giving up that relationship with Hak in order to help the country?? How do you recover from all of these different feelings?? Very good food
3. As much as I like their ship potential it really is Yonahak today, Yonahak tomorrow, Yonahak forever
I'm going to kinda skip Yona/Lili cause I need to reread/catch up on Yona and I don't think I could give a solid answer on Lili rn 🤧 Do trust though I believe in bi4bi Yonahak 🫡
Kikuhiko/Sukeroku
Ship It
1. Everythinggggggg. From the start from the beginning they were IT. I don't even have like, a SUPER good memory since it's been so long since I've watched Rakugo, but god they really are the definition of soulmates (even if sukeroku doesn't realize it...)
2. I think just their journey together is so compelling, they complete each other and bring out their best but also their worst. Kikuhiko is too in his head at all times, Sukeroku is too impulsive, but the way that they balance each other personality wise and also in their rakugo is so enticing to watch, you can't look away from them. They walked so that other disaster gays could run lmao.
3. Yeah ok let's get into the ending lmao. I will always choose to interpret that Shinnosuke is the spiritual successor to Kikuhiko's and Sukeroku's rakugo not...blood related successor of Kikuhiko lmao. I think that fits the story and the themes and the characters waaaay better than Kikuhiko having Shinnosuke as his biological grandchild 💀 It's nature vs nurture in my eyes! He has the nature of Sukeroku because that's his biological grandfather, but Kikuhiko raised him, it's the nurture side! Why it was left open ended...hmm I think it's supposed to be a stylistic choice to reflect how one unravels a rakugo story? But yeah I refuse the other option for my own sanity lmao. Also also people always ignore/forget about Kikuhiko's struggles with gender expression and I'm sad about that :( so important to his character and his relationships throughout the story.
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aquaburst3 · 1 year
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I rewatched Snow White a few times over the past several months as research for my fics. Something I notice more and more I watch that movie is that Vil is like if Snow White was a well written protagonist.
Vil shares a lot of the same qualities as her. They both value hard work. They are both stern and able to stand their ground. They're both kind and considerate (most of the time for Snow White), wanting to help out others become better versions of themselves. Where they differ is their intelligence and negative qualities.
Snow White has almost zero major flaws. Everyone minus her stepmother either automatically adores her or are won over by the end. Snow White's negative qualities are her nativity and overly trusting nature, which only get her in trouble at the very end and that might be only for plot reasons. She reminds me of YA heroines from the 2000s/ early 2010s like Bella Swan, whose flaws often consisted of something cutesy like clumsiness and are devoid of any true flaws. In the creators of Snow White's defence, this is probably thanks to this being one of the first animated movies ever, so they probably didn't know how to write compelling characters let alone female ones at the time. However, that's still not an excuse. (This criticism also applies to Cinderella and Aurora as well.)
Vil's, on the other hand, make him more human and compelling. One of his biggest character flaws is his domineering and overly critical attitude. Despite having the best intentions and wanting to help others become their best selves, he is often so blunt that he comes off as an asshole, which gets him into trouble plenty of times. He also takes things way too far and is often times inconsiderate of others' feelings like with how he treats Epel. (I think that could've been hammered home even more in his arc where the team talks smack behind him behind his back and called him out a ton more when he did fucked up shit like paralysing people with his UM. But that's another story.) He's also impulsive, judgmental, in his own head, stubborn and even has a quick fuse at times. These negative traits make some characters in the game and sometimes people in the audience not very fond of him, but that's okay. Not everyone is gonna love us, and sometimes that's thanks to our flaws or things out of our control. The same applies to well written fictional characters.
Snow White is a bit of an idiot. She lets in the Evil Queen and eats the poisoned apple without second guessing anything, ignoring the dwarves warning her not to open the door for anyone she doesn't know. While I know she was barely a teenager in her movie, come on! She should've suspected something was off considering peddlers usually frequent CITIES so people can buy their products, not the forest. That's like if a serial killer, who was pretending to be a door-to-door salesman, came to some farm in the middle of nowhere and claimed they were selling shit. I think most people would think something was off. Why even do that, especially when someone is out to kill her? Being wary of her should've been her first instinct. She also randomly cleans the dwarves cottage, because she figures children live there. Like...what? Whose first instinct when coming to someone else's home is to break in and start cleaning it? I know she wanted to do it to potentially have somewhere to stay, but that still doesn't excuse her breaking into someone's house like that. (Personally, if I wrote that part, I would have them already there and question her presence. Then, she can explain her situation, and then she offers to clean their house, which they allow. That way she's not breaking and entering someone's home.)
Vil is a lot smarter. He's a potion master and well read. (Which makes the ending of Chapter/Book 6 super fucking annoying and out of character for him. But I hate that arc, so I want to pretend like it never happened.) Like anyone, he has his limits and isn't all knowing. Him avoiding a lot of those more obvious pitfalls makes him much more fun to watch and write than her.
I hope Snow White is more like Vil in the upcoming live action movie. Not that I want her to be a carbon copy of him, far from it, but that she is written as more human while still retaining those core qualities from the original. Her good qualities are fine as is and are a part of her charm. While I find a lot of the live action Disney movies to be meh to downright terrible (*cough* Mulan and The Lion King *cough*), sometimes they update stories for modern audiences in a compelling way while containing the heart of the original like in Cinderella or The Jungle Book, which is something Snow White is in desperate need of.
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