#inspired by me actually crying at work because of a key change

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

This is a REALLY weird poll but I have to know if I'm the only one who gets very affected by music itself (not just the lyrics or because you like the artist or because a song reminds you of something sad) so...

pls reblog friends I'm so curious <3 <3 <3

#inspired by me actually crying at work because of a key change #polls

[munsonownsmyass]

Healing takes time

Frank Castle x plus size!reader

Summary: At a low point in life, you meet someone who might just help you get through it.

Notes: I'm going through some stuff and put it in a fic. Is there any other way to cope with life?

@itwasthereaminuteago wrote me three little words (workout with Frank) yesterday and it inspired this.

Warnings: reader had bad self imagine. Insecurities. Some fluff at the end. We do like a happy ending.

Words: 1.5 K

Panting heavily, you finally stop for a break. Almost at a breaking point, feeling the tears threatening to spill. Every muscle aching and nausea building. Is it like this for everyone or just you?

The breathing is still not back to normal as you lean against the wall, chugging down the cold water in your bottle. This is horrible. Working out is horrible. You’re about to break into tears again with the thought of doing this again tomorrow.

“You’re pushing yourself to hard, princess.”

You look up, finding a handsome stranger in front of you. The type of guy you fear meeting going to the gym as a thick woman. Very attractive, muscular, actually looking like he belongs at a gym, whereas you were here for the first time, and it definitely showed.

“I know.” You said, no need to lie to the stranger. He and everyone else here had looked at you, finding all your flaws, probably had an inner monologue about all your rolls and how obvious it was that you were totally new to this. Not even in proper workout clothes, you felt like a fraud.

“You should ease up, let-”

“Thank you,” You interrupt him, not needing a lecture right now. You were already so close to crying that another word might break you. “But I don’t need your help. I know I probably do it all wrong, but at least I’m here.”

Your voice crack at the last word, and you just know you have to leave now unless you want to sob and then you definitely couldn’t show your face here again. You look into his eyes and to your surprise, you find compassion in his eyes.

“Who hurt you?” He asks softly, his voice full of sympathy and it’s too much. You walk off, grabbing your bag and walk out, not even looking back. You fight back the tears all the way to your car, fumbling with the keys when a gentle hand lands on your shoulder. Turning around, you see the man from the gym.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“It’s okay. This is not about you and I’m sorry. I’m just having the worst week of my life.” You say with a shivering voice, wiping away a few tears. “The man I thought I was gonna marry just left me because I’m not good enough. So I feel like shit and wanted to change. That’s why I came here. But I suck at this, and I should just give up and be one of those women who have a bunch of cats and live alone…”

You sob silently, regretting pouring your heart out to this stranger, but you already feel better, getting it of your chest.

“Do you always interrupt people so much?” He smiles, tilting his head to the side as he cocks a brow at you. You sniffle softly, huffing out a small laugh.

“No, and I’m so sorry for that too.”

“No need to apologize. Sounds like you’ve had a rough time.” He takes a step closer, leaning against your car beside you. “I can help you, if you want.”

“Could you kill him?” You laugh trough your tears and he just smile, the smirk on his face making you question if he took it as a joke or not.

“I meant with the workout. Now, I’m no personal trainer, but I could show you how everything works.” He offers, looking at you with soft eyes. Really pretty eyes. You want to say yes, but you’d be too self-conscious to have this hunk see you all sweaty and weak.

“I really appreciate it, but I can’t.”

“Come on, princess. Gotta make that asshole regret he ever left you.” He nudges your shoulder softly and you hate how it gives you butterflies. You shouldn’t even go there. You’d never be good enough for a guy like that. And you just got dumped! This would be a mess. But you already knew you’d say yes.

“Okay then. But I’m warning you. I’m lazy and weak.”

“You’re stronger than you think, princess. You just gotta believe it yourself.” He smiles again, pushing off your car. “See you here Thursday.”

“But… what about tomorrow?” You ask, already having mentally prepared yourself for some daily torture at the gym.

“Your body needs some rest. Thursday.” He turns to walk back to the gym, but then turns around, smiling at you. “Do you even want a bunch of cats?”

“No, I hate cats. I’m a dog person.” You yell back at him, only to see a wide smile on his face. “I’m y/n, by the way.”

“Frank.” He says, before turning back towards the gym, waving back at you.

--

That’s how you found yourself at the gym twice a week with him from then on. Frank Castle. At first, he didn’t say much, just showed you how the machines worked, gave you some simple exercises and gradually increased the weight and the difficulty of the exercises.

But over time as you opened up more about your past, he did too. How he was born and raised in Hell’s Kitchen to Sicilian parents, how he’d been a major troublemaker as a kid and later joined the marines. The day he told you how he lost his wife and kids, was the first day your new friendship was taken outside of the gym. You invited him to dinner at a nearby pizza place and you had talked for hours until the owner threw you out at closing time.

Frank had helped you heal so much over the past few months and had giving you back the thirst for life. You smiled more when you were with him and felt better than you had in years. Also why you had invited him to your little party tonight, celebrating finally getting a place of your own, sticking to working out for 4 months and starting to feel like yourself again.

With the party at full swing, you look around and can’t find Frank anywhere, but notice the window to the fire escape is open. Peeking out, you find him smiling back at you with a beer in hand.

“Hiding, are we?” You giggle, before climbing through to join him. He just gives you a soft smile as he scoots over, making room for you.

“Yeah, that Louisa girl was getting a little too close.” He grins as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Shit, sorry. But I thought you were single, so I told her to go for it.”

“I am.” He responds softly, looking at the bottle as he fiddles with the label.

“Oh…” You turn a little and look at him, unsure why he’d reject Louisa. Possibly the hottest of your friends and definitely a catch. “Then… Why would you hide from her? I promise, she’s amazing.”

“Maybe she is.” He looks up from the bottle and into your eyes, his softening as soon as his gaze falls on you. “But I like someone else.”

“Damn, you should have told me. Then I wouldn’t have set her loose on you.” You giggle softly, shrugging apologetically. Truth be told, you would have hated for her to date Frank, but you couldn’t just keep him to yourself when a guy like that deserved so much better.

“I want to. I was just waiting until she’s ready.”

“Ready for what? I can’t imagine anyone not being ready for you, Frankie.” You laugh it off as a joke, but deep down you’re serious. How anyone could not be willing to be with Frank was a mystery. He was so kind, had been a rock for you these past four months and he was fine as hell.

“It takes time to heal, sweetheart. Especially after a failed engagement. And I don’t mind waiting a little longer for you.”

“For… me?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. You can’t really believe what you just heard. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he’s just drunk. It couldn’t be. “B-but… why? I’m not…”

Special. You trail off before you can finish the sentence. At that he just chuckles softly, like you’ve just asked the most ridiculous question in the world. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

“But how? When? I…” You stumble over your words, not sure you’ll ever be able to form a coherent sentence again.

“You’ve said that I’ve helped you heal. Truth is… You healed me too.” He reaches out for you, his hand gently cupping your cheek as his dark eyes stare into yours. There are so many unspoken questions hanging in the air, but you try to silence the voices.

He closes the distance, letting his lips claim yours in a kiss that takes your breath away, but it’s over too soon. For a moment, nothing exists beside you and Frank. The music gone, the city silent.

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For the first time in a long time, you know things will get better. They say anything happens for a reason and you now know you were meant to meet Frank. You had been broken, but he had put you back together. Healing takes time, it takes practice… and a little bit of love.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle #frank castle x plus size! reader

[centralperkchenford]

Here it is. Day 1! It’s canon quote and inspired by Season 5 song. I struggled with this one! Shoutout to the anon who helped me! It was completely different when I first started. There’s actually a few quotes in there. But anyway hope you enjoy!

Day 1: Inspired by Canon Day

Canon quotes (taken out of context, favorite quotes, etc.)

Inspired by a season five song (song from 5x21)

We could build a house away from here(I just wanna get warm with you)

Lucy looks over what she has written so far, her eyes scanning over the words that she is going to say out loud to Tim on her wedding day. She’s always been good with words, has always somehow found the right thing to say. But for some reason these particular words just weren’t coming to her.

Tim. You are my best friend. My partner in crime and in life. You are steady when I need you to be and you make everything better. I’m so glad—

“Lucy? I’m home!” Tim calls from the foyer. She hears the jangle of his keys and then his footsteps in the hall. She sighs and shuts her laptop quickly before getting up to greet him.

“There you are.” He says coming into the room. She smiles making her way over to him.

“Hi.” She says standing on her toes to kiss him. “How was your day?”

“It was good. Kind of crazy towards the end. I’m just glad I’m home.” He says and he kisses her again this time longer and harder. He pulls back and looks at the laptop.

“What are you working on?” He asks. Lucy rolls her eyes and grabs his hand and pulls him out of the room.

“It’s just wedding stuff Tim.” She says easily. And that wasn’t necessarily a lie. But she didn’t want to tell Tim she had been struggling with her vows. She just knows his will be perfect and they will probably make her cry.

For being a man who didn’t necessarily like to talk a lot when he did… he always made her cry or laugh.

“Right.” Says Tim as he sits down on the couch, pulling Lucy with him. “Speaking of, guess who offered to be our DJ today?”

“We aren’t—oh god was it Smitty?” She asks slightly horrified.

Tim nods and he looks amused more than anything. “Yep! And he said because he has been rooting for us for years. He would give us half off.” Tim says and Lucy rolls her eyes.

“How generous of him.” She says drily. “As if he knows how expensive our wedding already is.”

Tim laughs and pulls her closer. “I did get a band though. Aaron’s recommendation and they are pretty good.”

“Really?” She asks looking at him surprised. “I thought you said a jukebox would be just fine?”

“But you want a band Luce. And we aren’t getting married on the beach so..” he kisses her cheek. “You are worth it.”

Lucy laughs a little and sighs happily as she leans back into Tim’s arms. They were always going the extra mile for each other since the very beginning of their relationship. Lucy was willing to change stations if it meant being with Tim. And Tim went to a desk job because he wanted to be with her. Lucy got him into metro because she hated seeing him miserable at the desk. The list went on and on and on.

Even now with the stress of planning their wedding they were doing things for each other not because they thought they had to but because they wanted to.

“Thank you.” She says looking up at him. He tilts his head at her and raises his eyebrows at her.

“For what baby? The band?” He asks. Lucy shakes her head.

“No. I mean yes. But thank you for going the extra mile for me. You always have. You always put in the effort even when it’s hard.”

Tim shifts and pulls her fully onto his lap so he can look at her. His blue eyes sparkling.

“Lucy, you are worth the effort. You always have been and you always will be. I love you and will always try to put in that extra effort for you, because you deserve it.”

Lucy cups his face and kisses him hard. Damn him and his perfect words as always.

“I think you just wrote your vows babe.”

Tim shakes his head. “Oh no my vows will have you crying.” He says teasingly. “Believe me.”

Lucy sighs and buries her face into his chest. She has no doubt that his vows will make her cry. If only she could think of the perfect words to say to him.

***

“Hey Angela.” Says Lucy and Angela turns around to face her with a smile on her face.

“What’s up Lucy?” She asks. Lucy fidgets with the piece of paper in her hands and the gives it to Angela. “I’m trying to write my vows. But everything I come up with is.. not good. And I just know Tim is going to have the perfect vows and they are going to make me cry..” She trails off and Angela raises her eyebrows at Lucy.

“Lucy, I’m pretty sure you could throw every curse word at that man and he would still appreciate it. And since when is Tim Bradford good with words?”

Lucy huffs out a laugh. “That’s not helpful. And I don’t know he just always knows what to say.” She thinks back to that day in the shop, “Lucy you deserve someone who is worth the effort.” And that’s what what really got her thinking about her relationship with Chris. They didn’t really put in the effort for each other or with each other. Lucy felt like she was just along for the ride. Nothing really happened or changed in their relationship. But with Tim, it was different from the start. They were equals from the very beginning of their relationship as a couple and they continue to be to this day.

Angela sighs and looks over the paper. “Look I can’t tell you what to say. Whatever you say needs to come from you. If it came from someone else it would be disingenuous. I know it’s hard but you will find the right words Lucy.”

Lucy sighs and takes the paper back and folds it up and puts it in her pocket. Angela is right, the right words would come to her eventually.

***

Lucy’s still struggling with her writing her vows. She’s not sure how many times she would write something and then delete and then write something else and then delete that. She’s beyond frustrated and she has a million other things to do for the wedding.

Like confirming the venue and the date for example . They had already reserved it but Lucy being the overthink that she is called just in case.

“Yes Ms Chen you are all set for December 13th.” The lady says over the phone. “Six o clock for 75 guests.”

“That’s correct. Perfect. Thank you. I’m sorry for bugging you. I just wanted to make sure.” Lucy says taking a huge breath. One thing down. 500 to go. She thinks.

Their save the dates were sent, the invitations were all set to be mailed. Neither Lucy nor Tim wanted a huge wedding. Lucy just wanted her friends to be there. And Tim’s friends were basically her friends so it made it that much easier.

She didn’t know if her parents were coming. Her aunt Amy had called the minute she got the save the date and said she would be there which Lucy appreciated. And Tim’s only family was Genny and his nephews.

Lucy grabs her laptop and pulls it onto her lap opening up the document she had named vows.

The only word on the page was Tim. Which she supposed is a good start.

She starts typing again.

Tim,

I’m not even sure I have the right words to say how much I love you. I know you know that. But what does love mean to me? Well—

“Delete. Delete. Delete.” Lucy grumbles pressing on the backspace button maybe a little too hard. She didn’t want her vows sounding like they came straight out of a cheesy Hallmark movie.

Fuck why was this so hard??

She sighs and looks at the document again before slamming her laptop in frustration. Kojo looks up from his bed and gives her a look before grunting and laying his head back down.

“Yea you don’t have to say vows you lucky bastard.” Lucy tells him. “Tim loves you even when he has to clean up your shit.”

She puts her laptop aside and lays down on the couch closing her eyes and hoping she would dream up the perfect words.

She wakes up two hours later to Tim shaking her gently.

“Hi baby.” He says kissing her forehead. “How was your nap?”

Lucy shrugs and pulls him in for another kiss. “Would you love me if I couldn’t say anything?”

Tim stares at her confusion written all over his face. “Um..” he says hesitantly. “I’m not sure what you mean Luce?”

“If I were like Kojo and you had to clean up my shit and feed me but I couldn’t talk would you love me?”

“I.. yes?” Tim says. “But I mean I feed you and I clean up all your clothes off the floor and I still love you.”

Jesus Christ

Lucy hits his arm maybe a little too hard. And then moves to get off the sofa. But Tim blocks her a concerned look on his face.

“Baby what’s going on?” He asks softly. “You have been acting weird lately.”

She shrugs. “It’s just the wedding stress. Tim, speaking of… did you send the invitations out?”

He nods. “I sure did babe. Dropped them off before work. 3 more months.” He says.

And despite her grumpy attitude and her dilemma of her vows, Lucy heart swells because in 3 more months she will be married to the love of her life.

***

Lucy asks Nolan about his vows next. She hadn’t actually heard his and Bailey’s vows they had chosen to do it privately. Out of earshot of everyone, which Lucy thought was sweet but it wasn’t really her style.

“I know you did them privately.” She says to him early one morning as he’s getting his shop ready. “But what did you say? You don’t have to say everything.. just you know the—”

“I just told her I loved her and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her. And you know if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have tried all these news things. I would kind of still be stuck day in and day out. But with her I do adventures, try new foods and stuff.” Lucy nods and Nolan looks at her curiously. “Why do you want to know about my vows?”

Lucy sighs deeply. “I’m struggling with my writing my vows to Tim. I just can’t find the right words.”

“Wing it.” Nolan says shrugging his shoulders. “I know you like to plan but sometimes the best things are surprises and sometimes winging it does the trick.”

Lucy takes in his words. Sometimes the best things are surprises.

Tim did surprise her when he told her she deserved someone who was worth the effort. And then basically admitted he had feelings for her even after she said she was scared.

Tim is and always will be the most important relationship in her life. Maybe she could wing it.

“Hey.” Says Nolan gently bringing Lucy out of her thoughts. “Whatever you decide to do with your vows.. Tim will love them because they are coming from you.”

Exactly what Angela said. Maybe she should stop asking people what she should write.

***

“I love you.” She tells Tim one evening a month before their wedding. He looks up from where he is cooking dinner and gives her a small smile.

“You better. We are getting married in a month.” He says teasingly and the adds. “I love you too.” Lucy gives him a smile that she knows isn’t her normal smile and he notices right away because he’s Tim. And he can read her facial expression better than anyone she knows. He knows when she’s truly happy or sad. He knows when something is bothering her.

“Luce what’s wrong?” He asks setting the pepper he was about to cut down on the counter. And heading over to were she’s sitting on the couch with her laptop open. She doesn’t bother closing it. It’s blank just like her mind is apparently.

He sits down and glances at the computer screen before looking back at her.

“What are you doing?” He asks and she shrugs turning away from him.

“Wedding stuff.” She lies. And she knows it won’t work she has been using that excuse for the past few months. She still hasn’t written her vows and at this point she feels like she can only say I love you.

“No. That’s not it.” Says Tim and he tugs on her shoulder to get her to look at him. “You have been staring at the screen for the past two hours.”

She turns her head slightly to find him studying her intently with his blue eyes that she loves so much. She should be honest with him but she doesn’t want to admit that she didn’t write her vows knowing his vows to her would make her sob. And all she had was I love you.

So she doesn’t say anything, she just shuts her laptop and gets up from the sofa ignoring Tim’s concerned look.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She tells him. She can feel his eyes on her back as she disappears into the hallway.

***

Their first real fight happens just 2 weeks before their wedding. It’s not so much a fight than a freak out on Lucy’s part. Lucy is once again stressing about her vows albeit silently and refusing to tell Tim what’s wrong. And their photographer bailed on them last minute. And to add to all the stress, her mom called and told her they weren’t coming to a wedding that was doomed to fail.

That’s when Lucy loses it. She collapses onto the ground and hits her head on the cabinet behind her.

“Fuck.” She mutters and then attempts to get up but Kojo chooses that moment to rush over and start licking her face. Tim follows Kojo into the kitchen calling him off.

“Hey? What happened?” He asks when he spots Lucy on the floor. He bends down and tucks a loose hair behind her ear.

“My parents aren’t coming because they think our marriage is doomed to fail. And maybe they are right. I can’t even write my fucking vows.” She mutters and she doesn’t register the look on Tim’s face until he stands up.

“What-?” She asks and then she realizes what she had just said. Fuck

“Tim—” she begins. “I didn’t mean—”

But he’s shaking his head and heading towards the front door. She jumps up and rushes after him.

“Tim. I’m just stressed okay? The wedding and—”

“That’s been your excuse for weeks Lucy. So that’s not it. Do you really want to marry me?” He says and he doesn’t sound angry just resigned.

“Of course I want to marry you Tim! I love you and I want to be your wife.. I just.. I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” Tim asks and he walks closer to her. She looks up at him tears burning in her eyes.

“My parents aren’t coming and even if I don’t have the best relationship with them. I still wanted them to come to see what a wonderful man I’m marrying. Who loves me and god only knows why you do because I am kind of a mess.” She says shakily.

Tim huffs out a breath and then wraps her in his arms pulling her close. “I love you because you are worth it. You are worth the risk dating, and falling in love with. You are worth the risk of marrying even if people don’t approve. I love every single part of you Lucy. No matter what.”

Lucy is now sobbing into his shirt and Tim pulls her head up from his chest. “Now tell me what’s been bugging you for the last few months.”

She nods and she clutches his shirt tightly. “I can’t write my vows.” She admits and Tim furrows his brows.

“That’s it?” He asks a little dumbfounded. “That’s what you have been stressing about?”

“Well it’s only my declaration of love for you in front of everyone. I wanted to make sure you knew how much I love you.” She says shrugging. She’s still clutching his shirt but she’s not looking at him.

“Baby, you show me how much you love me everyday. You tell me everyday, even when we first started dating and you got me into metro? That was an act of love Luce. You do it everyday, I don’t need your vows to be perfect. You could say none sense and I would love it because it’s from you.”

“That’s what everyone keeps saying.” She grumbles. Tim laughs pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.

“Well they are right.” He says. “It doesn’t matter what you say Luce. I know you love me.”

Lucy nods feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks. In months. If she’s being completely honest.

She just needs to write how she feels about him. And she knows how she feels. She knew how she felt just from a couple weeks of dating. Best relationship she’s had been in since ever.

Tim is worth the risk. He is worth her parents not coming because she has her own found family. He is worth everything.

“I’m sorry I freaked out.” She tells him shyly. And Tim kisses her head gently one more time before leading her back into the living room and sitting on the sofa.

“It’s okay baby. I understand. But just think in two weeks we will be married and this will wedding planning stuff will be over.”

Lucy sighs and curls more into him. Yea that is a pretty good thought

***

Later that night Lucy goes into the living room and finds a blank sheet of paper. And she writes down six words, finally finding the right ones for her vows. The words weren’t fancy, but Lucy knows without a doubt they are the right ones.

Tim, you were worth the risk.

***

The day of the wedding comes and it’s chaotic like Lucy imagined it would be. But then she’s getting ready putting on her wedding dress with Tamara, Angela and Nyla helping her. She looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. She can’t wait to see Tim, they have been separated for way too long in Lucy’s opinion.

“Bradford is going to be a mess when he sees you Lucy.” Nyla says laughing a little. “You look beautiful.”

“Speaking of the groom.” Says Angela getting up from her seat. “He’s going to kill me if I’m not out there.” She looks at Lucy one more time a twinkle in her eyes.

“Nyla’s right Lucy. Tim won’t know what hit him.” She says and then gives Lucy’s arm a soft squeeze before leaving the room.

Soon it’s time and Tamara hurries them out of the room to walk down the aisle. Grey meets her right at the entrance to where Lucy can’t see Tim yet.

“Are you ready Lucy?” Grey asks and Lucy nods eternally grateful for Grey who offered to walk her down the aisle when he found out her parents wouldn’t be coming.

The music starts and Tamara and Angela walk down the aisle. Lucy and Grey follow them and Lucy sees her first glimpse of Tim.

And damn that man could wear a suit

Everyone stands up as she walks down the aisle but her focus is on Tim. His eyes never leaving her face. She finally makes it up to him and all she wants to do is reach for him but she doesn’t. She turns to face him and she can tell he has tears in his eyes which she will probably tease him for later but for right now.

Grey who also happens to be their officiant stands up at the alter and starts talking. Lucy barely heard what he is saying but is praying their videographer who did not bail is getting this. She’s so focused on Tim, she doesn’t hear Grey say it’s time for their vows until Tamara is nudging her a little.

She smiles and Grey nods at her. “Go ahead Lucy.”

She takes a deep breath and pulls out her single piece of paper.

“Tim, you were worth the risk.” She says and Tim eyes widen a bit. “I was scared but you pushed me. I said it’s not worth the risk. But you.. you said unless it is. And you were right, we wouldn’t be standing here today if you hadn’t pushed me. If we hadn’t challenged each other every step of the way. You are by far the greatest risk I have ever taken, and the most rewarding one too. You are my favorite person and the most important relationship in my life. And I love you. You make my life better and more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. I know you said I show you everyday how much I love you. But I wanted everyone to see how loved you are. By me and everyone else.” Lucy’s eyes burn with tears as she continues. “I cannot wait to do life with you. I can’t wait to show and tell you how much I love you for the rest of my life.”

She wipes the tears away and she can see Tim clearly again. He’s staring at her his eyes shiny with tears.

“Tim?” Grey says softly.

Tim nods and pulls out a piece of paper that Lucy can see has about a paragraph on it. He crumped it up and then looks at her. Lucy tilts her head at him in confusion. But he begins talking and Lucy forgets about it for a minute.

“Remember when I said you deserve someone who is worth the effort?” She nods slightly and Tim smiles. “Well I don’t know how I got so lucky that you choose me but you did and I am going to try and show you how much you are worth it. That you make my life better. You are my light on a dark day. You are my rock and my safe place to land. You are worth it Lucy. Even with Smitty being our photographer you are worth it.” There’s a few confused chuckles in the crowd and Lucy hears Smitty yell “hell yeah.”

Lucy snorts and shakes her head and looks at Tim as he continues. “You were the risk too baby. Every single day I look at you and wonder how different my life would be without you. It wouldn’t be the same. I’m so glad you are mine. And even in the hard times I know we can do it because we will always choose each other. I love you so much Luce. I can’t wait to finally be your husband.”

Lucy hears Angela mummer. Damn Bradford behind Tim and she smiles a watery smile. Grey asks for the rings and then finally as Tim slips her ring on her finger and she slips his on his finger, Grey says: “I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the—”

But Tim is already kissing Lucy, and dipping her down like a damn cheesy rom com but Lucy can’t imagine anything better.

Tim pulls her close as they make it down the aisle as husband and wife.

“Your vows were perfect Luce.” He says as they slide into the car that will take them to the reception hall.

Lucy smiles at him and then leans in and fixes his tie. She reached into his jacket and pulls out a piece of paper. His vows. She opens the paper up to see nothing but their grocery list.

“I thought you said you had a big ole speech planned for your vows.” She says and he grins down at her kissing her on top of her head.

“I said I would make you cry. I never said anything about a speech.”

“Ugh. You are such a jerk.” She says shoving him gently but Tim just lets out a happy laugh.

“You love me.” He mutters. “And you married me.”

“Yeah I did.” She says nuzzling into his chest again. And just breathing in him.

“Hey Tim?” Lucy says.

He turns to look at her from where he was looking outside the window. “Yeah baby?”

“I meant it. You were worth the risk. Thank you for pushing me and showing me it was worth it.”

Tim studies her for a minute before grinning and kissing her again this time for a little longer. Lucy feels the car come to a stop. “Come on Lucy. Let’s go take the next best risk of our lives.” Tim says and he holds out his hand. Lucy takes it without hesitation

It’s not worth the risk

Unless it is.

And it so was. And always will be.

fin.

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[justdrarryme]

(This is going to be a long one)

Dear one of the sweetest and most generous persons, I just wanted to thank you with all my soul for your beautiful account and precious rec list. Yes, I am going to be sentimental and sappy.

Those fics changed my life. I'm not even joking. I have been reading one entire fic per day from your lists, and they have filled my heart with happiness that I have not felt since I was a child. I didn't know I could feel like this anymore.

Your tastes are exquisite. They are bursting with every type of drarry love variation that I need, and they legitimately have fed my soul. I am so

SO

indescribably amazed and in awe of you (how did you find all of this liquid gold masterpieces?!) and just bursting to the seams with gratitude for you for sharing your discoveries with us. Your account has truly made a difference in my life.

Lumos, Heartlines, The Sleeping Beauty Curse, Sealed with a kiss, He was He and I Was Bunny, The Potter-Malfoy Problem, are what I have read so far, and they have each taken up residence within my heart. I plan to read everything ☺️♥️

Stop All the Clocks by firethesound ( I agreed it was by far the most depressing yet astounding fic I have ever read) absolutely shattered me last night, and that was actually the reason that inspired me to write to you. I wanted to talk to you because that fic made me thinking about time - I'm so glad you're still active so I can tell you, even if I can't start hugging and crying on the author's shoulders :..)

-Sending you much love and good vibes (and group hugs from me, Harry, and Draco)~

I just sat here legitimately speechless for a good while because I just.......you're so lovely?

I've not been very active the last few years (decided to go to Uni and study science) but I still think about the Drarry fandom on a near daily basis.

When I started this blog I was also reading a fic (or more) a day. I was going through a really hard time in life and honestly, Drarry, fanfiction, and the people that I met through fandom where such a key part of helping me get through it. Truly.

Fanfiction changed my life for the better in a lot of ways. It gave me an outlet, an escape and also helped me work through some stuff in a kind of indirect way.

Okay, I'm feeling g a bit emotional now, haha. It just makes me feel so happy that my rec lists have positively impacted your life in some way, especially because every one of those fics had helped me in some way or another as well when I needed it the most.

I don't know what you're going through or have been through, but I sincerely hope that the child-like happiness you've found stays with you always ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

(And sorry for the long reply 😂)

[titan-fodder]

Back to Baseline (Miche Zacharias x Reader)

Rating: E (explicit)

Count: 5.4k

Warnings: female-bodied&female-identifying reader, established relationship (marriage), small spats/tension, a lot of relationship reflection (all good, they are actually very healthy), sexual content, 69ing, silliness, coming separately, sex toys, cum play, a lot of real life inspiration 💕

A/N: this is my contribution to the better than fiction collab that I (sort of) helped co-host with @spacelabrathor! please please check out the whole masterlist because tumblr needs more vanilla content if I’m being totally honest.

this was so much fun to write, I banged it out in a day. It’s pretty self-indulgent, and I based quite a bit of it off my irl marriage just because the theme here is realism, and also my husband and I are pretty good at the whole relationship thing tbh. anyway, hope you enjoy some more soft Miche content from me~

The house looks as it always does–dirty work boots by the door, a cardigan hanging from the hook your keys should be on, blankets thrown over the back of the couch, a fresh takeout box on the coffee table. The dogs are curled up on the loveseat, and the TV is playing an episode of the adult animation you’ve seen a dozen times before. 

 Everything looks as it always does, but it feels different. A certain tension hangs over you and your husband, one neither of you are used to, one neither of you enjoy, and it’s been permeating the space between you for days now. 

 A busy week left little time for the two of you to see or even speak with each other, Miche tied up with the new jobsite while you’ve been bogged down with deadlines. Communication dwindled which made room for tiny miscommunications, careless comments born of fatigue, and now the two of you are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, refusing to open your mouths in fear of words being misconstrued once again. 

 You have to admit, though, even bickering seems better than silence.

 Worrying your lower lip, you reach for the remote and try, “We’ve seen this one a lot. Wanna change it to something else?”

 Miche shrugs, and you sigh, dropping your hand and deciding to just leave the TV alone.

 “What?” he grunts, and when you shake your head, he asks again, “What?”

 “Nothing, babe. Fuck, I just breathed.”

 “No, you did one of your heavy sighs. There’s a difference.”

 Fighting off a groan of frustration, you shut your eyes, reprimanding yourself for disturbing the frail peace. As it turns out, the silence had been better. 

 You stand up in a swift motion, grabbing the leftovers to stick them in the fridge, relaxing a bit as you put distance between you and Miche.

 There is no resentment or anger. Just annoyance. And, for no real reason. 

 The two of you have been married for almost five years, and honestly, it’s been perfect–absolutely incredible. Miche just gets you, and you get him. 

 For most of your life, you listened to older couples preach about what hard work relationships take, and while you can appreciate that effort must be made, it isn’t hard to put forth said effort because you know it’ll end up benefiting you and your partner in the long run.

 Talking with Miche is something you can do with ease, and it always has been. You’ve never had issues in communicating your wants or needs, and the man is so laid back that when you suggested he make himself a little more emotionally available, he did so without protest. He was a little goofy about it at first, almost poking fun when he’d come home from a long day, sigh, and confess in a comically whiny voice, “I think I need to snuggle or cry or something,” but now he has no qualms with trudging into the bedroom and asking sincerely, “Can I hold you for a while tonight?”

 It’s the shit like that that makes marriages last, you think–being receptive and respectful. That, and the cup in the kitchen full of popsicle sticks scribbled with the names of nearby restaurants because Jesus fuck, talk about a life saver. You can’t make decisions to save your life, and considering Miche is the epitome of, “Followin’ you, babe,” the mealtime conversation was always draining. So, thanks, Pinterest.

 You’re best friends. You laugh when he laughs, and you cry when he glowers, and you can talk for hours when given the chance. You get along with his friends, he gets along with yours, and while you have some similar interests, the real beauty of your relationship shows through your differences and how you both appreciate them. Miche has taught you so much about so many things, and he gives you the same opportunities to teach him as well, always curious to learn more about you and what has your attention at the present time.

 Sometimes you wake up next to him and wonder if he was actually hand-crafted for you specifically because he fits you so perfectly, balances you where you need to be balanced and complementing you where you need to be complemented, not so much a yin to your yang–more like the serenity to your turbulence. You are not easy to manage (you know that better than anyone after trying and failing to do so your entire life), but Miche loves and takes care of you as if he was put on this earth to do just that, and you wonder how the fuck you could get so lucky because it doesn’t make sense–

 “What is going on?”

 His deep voice shakes you from your little reverie, and you blink across the kitchen island to find him braced on his elbows and staring at you with those soulful green eyes. His expression makes your chest clench, and you try to swallow past the tightness in your throat with little success. 

 You aren’t mad at him. He hasn’t done anything wrong. You’re just not connecting, and that fact alone has you irritated. You haven’t been able to have a decent conversation with him in nearly a week, haven’t felt his strong arms around you in just as long, and it’s starting to wear on you. 

 “I don’t know,” you mutter. “We’re both just tired, I guess.”

 “Well, that’s not gonna change anytime soon,” Miche says with a click of his tongue, “but this–” he motions between the two of you, “–this does need to change. Last thing I wanna do when I get home is walk on eggshells all evening, so let’s just… get it out.”

 Letting out a humorless laugh, you hold your hands out by your sides. “There’s nothing to get out, babe. I’m not mad at you or anything. We’re just in a weird place right now and both super stressed so, like…” He doesn’t look entirely convinced, so you raise an eyebrow and remind him, “Miche, if I was legitimately mad at you, you’d know it.”

 “Fair.” 

 You aren’t the type to scream and throw things, but you are the type to sit down and cry and tell him exactly what happened to make you upset. After a shitty past relationship, you made a vow to yourself to never let things fester, which means Miche does not have the luxury of the cold shoulder. No, he just gets tears and hiccups and you stuttering, “I just feel like…” about a hundred times until you finally manage to voice the real issue you’ve taken with him.

 He must be some kind of saint for putting up with you.

 That said, you don’t fight often. The open line of communication means as soon as something rubs you the wrong way, one of you says something about it, and it gets clarified. That takes care of ninety percent of problems, you’ve both come to find. 

 When that line is suddenly closed, though, due to schedules or emergencies, things get a little muggy–you both fall out of rhythm, no longer on the same page, and that is when actual, serious arguments happen. In the years that you’ve been with Miche, you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve fought. The two of you have had some lively discussions before, but any time the energy shifts into something more serious, both of you pick up on it and pause, say something along the lines of, “Hold on, let’s step back for a second,” with shaky, sorry smiles. 

 You aren’t on the verge of a lively discussion currently, though. The rate things are going, the amount of times you’ve snapped at each other in the past week over stupid shit (the twist-tie for the bread being left out, your shoes under the coffee table instead of by the door, etc.), you and your husband are well on your way to a fight. 

 Unless you can put a stop to it here and now. 

 “What’re your plans for the rest of the night?” Miche asks, still watching you from the other side of the counter top.

 You give a nebulous wave and a little, “I dunno,” because as much as you’d like to just crawl into bed and start over tomorrow, you know that isn’t an option. “I got, like, zero work done today, so–”

 “Let’s take a bath.”

 Cocking your head, you squint and state, “You hate baths.”

 He does. He likes all the floral soaps and bath bombs you get from the little shop in the mall, but as far as actually sitting in the ceramic tub–the man constantly complains about being able to feel his bones scraping together while curled around you. 

 “I don’t hate them,” he tries, and it earns him a tiny, knowing smile. “They’re uncomfortable because I’m tall, but you like them.”

 “I do, and you know,” you start, slowly making your way out of the kitchen toward him, “You’d probably like them more if we got a bigger–”

 “I know, I know, whirlpool tub, it’s on the very long to-do list.”

 Miche is hesitant to reach out for you, almost timid when he takes your hand and pulls you close to him. It hurts you, makes you feel like you need to apologize, but you haven’t done anything wrong. Neither has he. No one is in the wrong here, but no one is in the right either. 

 “You still have some stuff from that frou-frou shop you like?” he asks.

 You answer, “Yes,” with a roll of your eyes, mumbling an amused, “Don’t act like you don’t like that frou frou shop.”

 The TV is turned off, and you walk with Miche to your shared bedroom, slowly undressing and feeling shy about it for the first time in God knows how long. It seems like forever since you’ve felt his hands on you, even in innocent ways, so when he wraps them around your hips under the warm spray of the shower, you shiver. 

 Miche insists on washing the day from him before soaking in a tub, something you’ve never quite understood since every bath has to end in a shower to rinse all the excess soap away. He’d mentioned once how he hates the idea of sitting in his own filth, and you’ve never questioned him since. It just makes the bath routine a little more tedious than necessary in your opinion. 

 But, if it means being able to lean against his broad chest while soaking in rose and jasmine, you suppose the wasted water is worth it.

 You hear Miche hiss when his back comes in contact with the cold tiles of the wall, can practically feel him grit his teeth when the ceramic digs into his hips and ankles. Knees are bent on either side of you, and you slowly sink back into him, letting him get used to your added weight as it pushes him further into the tub. Only when one of his hands settles on your tummy do you relax fully.

 The bath is very warm, a sweet, herby aroma swirling in the air just as petals swirl in the water. It’s a tight fit–Miche really is too large for this tub–but it’s comforting to you. You’ve always enjoyed deep pressure on your body, tight hugs and weighted blankets, and this is no different. 

 “Tell me about your week,” he says, and you can tell by the slight curve of his body that he’s resting his head against the wall behind him. “New project, right?”

 Nodding, you briefly tell him about the manuscript you were sent and how reading it alone feels like pulling teeth. 

 “Editing is a nightmare. Reminds me of peer editing in basic composition classes,” you complain.

 Miche chuckles, his thumb stroking just above your navel as he listens to you talk about how it isn’t an especially long piece, but it’s taking up extra time just because of how poor the quality is, and you can already tell it’s setting you behind for the next job you have sitting on your hard drive. 

 Once you’ve vented most, if not all, of your frustrations about the publishing company you work for, you urge Miche to tell you about how the new job is going. He’s got an idiot foreman with no experience actually heading a crew, and a vendor the company has never used before, so this whole first week has been an absolute clusterfuck. 

 “Thank god I’ve got Levi as my assistant on this one. If Dot had given me Gel again, I think I would’ve walked off the site completely a couple days ago. Almost did before Levi caught me.” He seems to laugh at the memory, your body moving with his as Miche recalls his coworker shooing him into his office and telling him to cool down after blowing up at at an electrician for not following OSHA guidelines. 

 “Can see why you’ve been stressed then,” you hum, loose where you sit in the water. 

 Chatting has been nice, even if it is just about work. It feels like you’ve missed out on so much just by not making small talk over dinner or through evening hobbies. It’s been so quiet between the two of you, and… you missed this. 

 “I’m sorry things’ve been so weird,” you sigh, running your hand up and down Miche’s calf, feeling the coarseness of his hair and scratching over the curve of muscle further down. 

 “Mm, not your fault,” he counters, holding you flush against him and speaking just above your ear. “Don’t apologize.”

 The water has been cooling for some time, but the moisture trapped between your skin is still very hot, and when you move a certain way, you feel Miche’s cock twitch where it’s pressed against your back. He groans when you repeat the motion, warning, “Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish, sugar.”

 You grin, turning to look over your shoulder at an odd angle and assuring, “Oh, I can finish. Question is, can you?”

 “Probably quicker than I’d like since it’s been a while,” Miche laughs before pushing you forward enough for you to stand up. 

 Both on your feet, you rinse off again then towel away any water droplets left behind, Miche bringing one of the towels into the room and leaving it at the foot of the bed before crowding you onto the mattress. 

 His shaggy hair is still very damp, hanging in his eyes until you push it away just in time to meet him in a kiss, and your whole body lifts with it, peace finally restored as his lips move with yours. It’s natural, it’s instinct, it’s the two of you in your most basic forms, locked at the mouths while hands roam free. 

 Miche crawls further up the bed with you until a loud yelp startles both of you, the smaller of your two dogs jumping from the place in the blankets he had apparently been hiding, scurrying away into the living room as Miche calls out a regretful, “Oh, sorry, bud!”

 “For the best,” you tell him. “At least he won’t be scarred now.”

 “The things these dogs have seen, honestly… They’re probably traumatized already.”

 You both get comfortable on your sides, facing one another, and you kick a leg over Miche’s hip, sucking in air when he brushes fingers over your folds. One of your arms is pinned beneath your own weight, but you have just enough range to wrap your hand around your husband’s cock, already half hard and easy to stroke to the point of straining. 

 Miche’s groan is low, rattling around your head as he rocks his hips into your hand, his fingertips feather light on your sensitive skin and making you throb for him. 

 His tongue slips into your mouth every now and again, but most of your kisses remain close-lipped save for the occasional nip and bite until you’re panting into him and gripping him tighter. Precum keeps beading at his tip, and you swipe over it again and again, smearing it over the flare of his cockhead before deciding you’d prefer to lick it away.

 “You ready for me to suck you off?” you ask despite knowing the answer.

 Miche nods but stops you before you can slide down his torso, instead suggesting, “Let’s just sixty-nine. Want my face in your pussy now.”

 Snorting, you very carefully position yourself over him, careful not to break his nose or kneel on his hair, and once he positions you just where he wants you, you lean over and grab his swollen cock, guiding it to your mouth as he grips your thighs and pulls you downward. 

 You gasp as soon as you feel his tongue on you, way more sensitive than you thought you’d be. It makes you pull up and away only for Miche to lock you into place. 

 “Fuck, babe–” you laugh only for it to go shrill again when he latches onto your clit.

 He turns his head just enough to tell you to relax, the brush of his facial hair over your folds making you twitch, then pulls the little bud back into his mouth.

 For a few moments, you buck with every flick of his tongue, almost as if it’s a surprise every time. Then, with a deep breath, you will away the tension in your muscles and allow yourself to go limp, to curl over him and lap at his cock while enjoying the way he eats your pussy from below. 

 When he senses your calm state, Miche loosens his hold on your thighs, simply massaging them, gently scratching over your ass until he’s able to find an angle that allows him to slide a finger into your entrance.

 You groan around him, taking him deeper in your mouth then running your tongue along the underside of his cock. You can’t swallow all of him, still have a couple inches of clean flesh you just work with your hand, but Miche doesn’t seem to mind, grunting when you squeeze his base and play with his balls. 

 At some point, you raise just enough to voice a wayward thought in your head, laughing as you slur, “You know some people don’t like doing this? Like sixty-nining isn’t–isn’t that popular apparently. People say it’s too much work without enough payoff.”

 Miche turns to nip at your leg, rumbling a lazy, “Those people aren’t doin’ it the right way then,” pausing to lick a thick stripe between your folds and adding, “Don’t know what they’re missin’ out on.”

 He works you until you’re dripping onto his face, loosened by two of his thick fingers. Drool has made your chin sticky, but it’s worth it to hear his groans and feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You both hit that point of wanting more at about the same time, Miche helping you off his face and motioning toward the towel. 

 You pass it to him, opting to rinse your face with water and returning just in time to see him make himself comfortable up by the pillows, making sure the blankets are kicked to the ground so that neither of you will get tangled in them. 

 “Oh, don’t forget to turn the fan off,” he says with a nod, and you pull the chain three times then crawl to straddle his hips. 

 “Do you think we need lube?” 

 Miche’s response is to drag his fingers through your slickness once again, making you tug your lip between your teeth. 

 “Not right now, but better to keep it handy,” he smirks, licking his hand clean then lining himself up with your hole. 

 The initial inward push causes your jaw to drop, as it always does, the thickness of his cock stretching you, your gummy walls making room as he slides deeper and deeper. 

 You’re both slow to start moving. You want to feel him, of course, but you’ve learned from past mistakes—going too hard too fast—and you’d really like to not end the night with a heating pad thrown over your hips. 

 So, you rock leisurely, dull nails biting into Miche’s pecs as he strokes your back and keeps himself from bucking. 

 You can feel the tightness in your thighs, a reminder that you failed to stretch before this. The warm bath and foreplay loosened you up some, but not the way downward dog and a butterfly pose does. Everything will still feel good, you just won’t be as bendy tonight as you are on others. 

 Miche begins to bounce you gently, his knees bent behind you, giving you something to lean back on so that he doesn’t fully impale you with every thrust. You reach up to cup your tits as your body rocks up and down, but it doesn’t take long for your husband to replace your hands with his own, squeezing supple flesh and lightly pinching your hard nipples. 

 He braces himself with one arm on the mattress, pushing up toward you to mouth over your chest, leaving a trail of spit that cools quickly and makes you shiver, and then he’s pulling you down for a kiss. The angle he’s hitting inside you has you moaning into his mouth, the press of his cock against your g-spot making your eyes roll and thighs quiver. 

 A loud barking jars you out of your lusty headspace, heart stuttering in your chest as your yappy little mutt devolves into a croaky howl. 

 You stop moving, and Miche gives a couple more thrusts before he also ceases, both of you snickering at the pathetic wails. A siren can be heard in the distance, what must have gotten Remy’s attention in the first place, and you know there’s no use trying to shut the little dog up (plus you really have no right considering you’d recently kicked him out of the nest he made of your bed, how rude), so you just pick back up, panting and laughing until the howling fades into a grumble and then into nothing. 

 You’ve nearly found your rhythm again when you hear more barking outside, and you brace yourself just in time for both Remy and his much larger counterpart, Minnie, to join in, the front room turning into a cacophony of yips and snarls and thunderous bellows from the wolfhound. 

 “Jesus Christ,” Miche groans, shaking his head before focusing in on you again. “Okay, eyes on me. Ignore them.”

 “Kinda hard to ignore,” you giggle, but a sharp upward thrust pushes all the air from your lungs and most coherent thoughts from your head. 

 His cock still feels perfect nestled in your pussy, but… it’s impossible to get lost in the void of pleasure when it sounds like you own a kennel. 

 Miche keeps trying, eyebrows knitting together as he moves you on top of them, but when the barking just keeps going, he ends up calling out, “Minnie! Remy! Shut the fuck up! Papa’s trying to come!”

 You immediately dissolve into laughter, falling to the side and off his cock. Oddly enough, it seems to quiet them, but that only amuses you further, and Miche has to wait out your fit. 

 It lasts just long enough for some of your natural lubrication to dry, and you end up spreading your legs so that Miche can drizzle some water-based lube over your folds, rubbing between them and slipping fingers back inside you then using the same hand to slick himself up again.

 Still laying on your sides, he slides into you from the front, and the curve of his cock presses against that back wall inside you, not quite as pleasing as the opposite but not uncomfortable by any means. It doesn’t make you moan with each shift of your hips, though, and Miche quickly picks up on it and pulls out, maneuvering you onto your back and lifting your legs to push against your chest until you wince. 

 “Sorry,” he breathes, switching tactics and simply throwing both legs over one of his shoulders, placing a kiss on your ankle.  

 He sinks into your heat again, and it doesn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppy as he chases his climax. He was right about it not taking a very long time just like he was right about it being a while since the two of you last fucked, and that’s okay—both parts. Truthfully, you aren’t really up for marathon sex anyway, body already growing sore in more ways than one. 

 “‘’m’gonnna come soon, is that okay?”

 “Yeah,” you nod, “Whenever you’re ready, baby, just come inside me.”

 He lets out a desperate sound, moving faster as he pistons in and out of you. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against you, damp skin on skin like a lewd and lovely soundtrack that fades into the background as Miche’s whole body goes taut and he spills into you, groaning and swearing and—

 “Ow, fuck, fuck—”

 He’s frowning, cringing, and you watch in confusion as he reaches back to his leg while still moving inside you.

 He presses two knuckles into his calf, and you notice the way his toes are spreading and spasming, a question on the tip of your tongue as he empties his load deep in your pussy. 

 “What do you mean ow?” you prompt when he stills.

 Miche grunts, still massaging his leg, cock accidentally slipping from you in the process, and you make a noise of displeasure as you remember you didn’t put the towel down underneath you. Surely, there will be a mess to clean up. 

 “I get a Charlie horse every time I come,” he tells you in a strained voice, finally breathing out a sigh of relief and relaxing as the cramp fades away. 

 Your eyes almost fall out of your head. “Every time?”

 He nods with a grimace. “Every time.”

 “Good fucking god, dude! Eat a banana!” 

 “I eat plenty of potassium, thank you,” he mouths off with a chuckle. “It’s just a thing that’s always happened.”

 You are appalled. Truly appalled. “That is awful. Why even bother coming? I feel like that would ruin it entirely.”

 Miche shrugs casually. “It’s still worth it, honestly. Especially when I get to come in this pussy,” he says while cupping your mound, dipping his fingertip into your messy hole and teasing you. “Now quit worrying about me and let me help you get off.”

 No protests there. 

 Over your time together, you’ve developed a sort of routine, something that works every time. It took some experimenting, some trial and error because your orgasms can be… tricky. It’s left you self-conscious in the past, worried your partners would get bored or frustrated after trying to make you come for thirty minutes to no avail, but Miche saw it as a challenge from the start, and you knew he was the one when he went down on you for what felt like forever before managing to pull an orgasm from you with his mouth alone. 

 He’d torn that thin line of tissue under his tongue in the process, but he’d grinned in satisfaction even through the discomfort. What a man. 

 It’s much easier to use toys now, and he’s confident enough in himself to not be too bothered by it, still involved as he fucks you with his fingers while you press a vibrator to your clit. He’s so patient, content with watching the way your face changes and your muscles contract. 

 Tonight is more of the same which isn’t disappointing in the least. Miches makes sure your feet stay covered by sheets, having learned that if they get too cold it’ll make it impossible for you to come, and once he ensures they’re safely tucked in, he starts to toy with your pussy.

 You suck in shallow breaths as stimulating vibrations make you twitch, your sloppy cunt clenching while your husband pushes his own cum in and out of you, scissoring his fingers to stretch your hole in a way that makes you feel loose and filthy. 

 One of your more mild fantasies runs like a grainy film in your mind, some exhibitionist bullshit where he fucks you in front of his friends, and as you focus on that and the feeling of his thick fingers making a mess of your hole, the beginnings of your climax set in. 

 It starts with your stomach, muscles contracting as they cave inward. Your toes grow warm, a tingling sensation traveling up your legs, and they spread even further. Arms locking into place, you realize you’ve found that sweet spot with your vibrator, your clit trapped beneath it, and fuck, you imagine him holding you open for his guy friends to see and appreciate, hear the schlick schlick schlick of his cock moving in and out of you, think about the way you’d drip and cream the way you’re doing right now, and oh god, you remember that you’re still stuffed with his cum, that he’s stirring it into your insides, and that’s what does it—that’s what makes you topple over the edge. 

 You moan loudly, hips moving on their own accord as you pull the vibrator away and let Miche fuck you through it. A line of viscous fluid is pushed from your body, but you find you’re no longer worried about the mess. 

 You huff out a quiet, “Okay, okay,” that serves as the signal for Miche to stop, and he pulls his hand away from you then leans forward to kiss your cheek before getting up and walking to the bathroom to rinse his fingers. 

 You’re left breathing heavily and nodding to nothing in particular, pussy still spasming as you bask in your high. 

 “That was good,” you hum when he returns, draping the towel over your thighs for you to use when you’re ready. “I needed that.”

 “We needed that,” he corrects, flopping down next to you. “Fuck, we needed that.”

 You can already feel that things have returned to normal. It makes this even sweeter, makes your body warm and your heart content. 

 Miche’s hand settles on your tummy, and he reminds you, “Get up and pee before you doze off.”

 Your response is nothing more than a whine because the last thing you wanna do is move from your spot on the bed.

 But, he’s right. You could probably go for a shower, too (the fucking third one today) as you have a feeling you’re quite slippery between the legs. 

 “Come with meee,” you try. 

 Miche laughs, “To pee?”

 “No,” you smack him lightly in the side. “To shower with me afterward.”

 “Legs too weak?” he teases, smirk lacing his words. 

 “Maybe a little, but I really just wanna like… be close to you for a little while longer.”

 He makes an understanding noise and sits up, urging you to do the same. 

 “Mkay. Go peepee then turn the shower on and I’ll come in.”

 The juvenile term makes you laugh, and you’re so god damn thankful that it’s so easy to do that around him, that he makes it so easy.

 Stoic in public and even around friends and family, Miche opens up when he’s with you—letting his charming, dorky self shine through. He’s mischievous and childish and goofy, and he’s your best friend. 

 You lean over for a kiss. Then another. Then another. 

 “Mm, I love you.”

 He replies by sticking his tongue out and making a fart noise. Typical. 

 “Wow, rude.”

 He smiles crookedly, making the same noise then pecking you on the lips again and finally telling you, “I love you too. Now, go pee!” 

 You scramble off the bed, towel between your legs so that you don’t drip all over the carpet, and Miche has just enough time to slap your ass before you waddle to the bathroom. 

 As soon as the door shuts, you hear the dogs start barking again followed by your husband’s frustrated, “God daaammit.”

 You love it. You love it all. Your stressful job and your silly, noisy dogs. Most of all, though, you love him. 

 Every relationship has ups and downs, you know, but even the downs seem easy with Miche simply because you never doubt him—know you’ll always pull through even stronger than before. 

 The make-up sex (if it can even be called that) is just one of many bonuses.

#miche zacharias x reader #mike zacharias x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #betterthanfictioncollab

[katsukikitten]

Okay earlier I was inspired to do some drabble for Fae's (@sendhelpimstupid ) mechanic bakugou until I got distracted af

SOOOOO

BAKUGOU shows up to see you on the side of the road. He happens to be driving home from work and he sees your car SMOKING. You're holding back tears. Absolutely wrecked because this car was your only means of transportation and yet it seemed to attract more bad luck than anything. In fact Bakugou was pretty sure he helped you with your flat tire last week. He opens the hood waving away the smoke and your insistent questions.

"Will she run again?" "how much do you think it will be?"

He ignores all of it and when he peers into one of the cylinders and sees sludge when it should at least be a smooth liquid.

"When was the last time you changed your oil?" He finally says as he comes up from under the hood, nasty snarl on his face. You give him a blank stare.

"Ya know the fucking oil? It comes in pints. Usually sixty bucks." Again you have this dumbfounded stare

"You have to go and get that changed?" Bakugou doesn't think this is a joking matter and when he sees no humor on your face he can't stop the thought from leaving his mouth.

"Who the fuck gave ya yer license?" He hisses, isntantly you bust into tears. He panics a bit. Heart in his throat. He's seen people cry before but they never gave him such a viseral reaction. And yea maybe what he said was mean as fuck but he didn't know you'd cry like that or that he'd actually care. He swallows thickly as he steps towards you.

"Oi oi. It's not the end of the world." Well it probably was for the engine but he tries to choose his next words carefully.

"Could be worse, ya could be flat broke. Now you'll be able to get a new car."

He wasn't very good with words and it's proven as you sob harder. He thought maybe you had some extra funds considering all the designer you wore but now he's beginning to think they were gifts or thrifted.

"I'm fucked I'm so fucking FUCKED!" You scream at the end before you cry some more. Bakugou comes closer despite continuously putting gas on the fire, he puts his hands on your shoulders and doesn't say anything until you look deep into his vermillion eyes.

"Listen let's get it towed, I'll drive you home and then tomorrow I'll see what I can do."

"But I don't have the mon-" Bakugou cuts you off with a squeeze of your shoulders. Wanting to wipe away your tears and yet loving how pretty they look on your face.

"I know a guy who owes me a favor."

Within twenty minutes a tow truck arrives. A large hulking man comes out of the truck with a bright smile and long red hair tied up and away from his face. He's got a white tea on although it's covered in smudges of his own giant hand prints in black and black cargo pants on.

"Bakubro! For a second I was worried Berta broke down." Kirishima looks over at Bakugou's black coupe with relief.

"For the last time her name ain't Berta. It's Raven!" He snarls, "Aight now focus. Pikachu must be rubbing off on you too much in that damn cab."

Bakugou grumbles as he rounds the front of your car to slam the hood. He grabs the chain from the tow truck and does some sort of securing before Kirishima climbs back in for the controls. Bakugou gives him a look to wait as he walks towards you.

"Got anything important in there, Sweetheart?" He asks, taking the keys from your hands and unlocking the car with the fob, "Like a purse or work laptop?"

"Oh um yea." You grab your things quickly, wiping at your face while Bakugou wipes fresh grease on his black t before he grabs your bags from your manicured hands. Like the pig he is a flash of something dirty crossed his mind. What those pretty nails look like while your hand is wrapped around his dick. The long black french tipped claws has him shaking his head as he guides you in your tight dress to the passenger side where he holds open the door and gently places your purse on your lap. Popping the trunk for your laptop before climbing in the driver's seat.

He gets in and Raven roars to life, he jiggles the stick to check gears before taking off the emergency break. He glances at you to make sure you have your seat belt on by his eyes get stuck on your thighs. Skirt rolling up way too high and if your purse hadn't been there he knew he would have been able to see your cute pair of underwear. There is a tic in his jaw, knuckles white on the steering wheel as he thinks

It's gonna be a long fucking drive.

#bakugou thirst #mechanic bakugou

[redphlox]

Dabi's fear of feelings and connections

Dabi is a walking contradiction; he says he doesn't care about anyone, but his flames, which are linked to his emotions, demonstrate otherwise when Twice is killed. Dabi brushes off the news that Natsuo could have died because of him but still refers to him affectionately as Natsu-kun. Touya went around calling Endeavor out for neglecting his children but still trained to regain his approval and attention anyway. He lashed out at baby Shouto, admitted Shouto had done nothing wrong, and then attacked him again years later. He cries blood while thinking about his family but doesn't go home to them or change his actions which hurt them even more. Dabi wants to destroy hero society for a better future but it's obvious he doesn't plan to live long enough to see that future.

The gaps between his actions and his words are a result of dissociation and repression. It's not that Dabi is emotionless. Actually, he feels too much and he's afraid of his feelings because they've done nothing but hurt him emotionally and physically. He literally almost burned to death the one time he had a burst of emotion on Sekoto Peak and in order to prevent a repeat of that, he operates under the flawed notion that safety lies in repressing his feelings and pushing people away. He lies to himself and others and therefore cannot reconcile with his true self and can’t trust others.

In this meta I'll discuss how Dabi deals with his unprocessed feelings of betrayal and neglect by denying himself connections with both his inner wounded child and those around him. I'll also address a few misconceptions surrounding Dabi because dismantling them is key to understanding him. Contrary to popular belief, he does not want to kill his father, he never wanted to be a hero for his own sake, and he doesn't hate Shouto or his family. At its core, Touya's hurt stems from discovering that his relationship with his father wasn't based on unconditional love. This realization destroyed his sense of self so much it caused him to start fearing his own feelings and being close to others because of the link between his emotions and his self-destructive quirk.

To understand Dabi we have to understand Touya. In 291 we see through Endeavor's flashback that Touya was eager to train under him and carry his legacy. It's implied by the fact they’re working on ultimate moves that not only is Touya a willing, eager participant but that the two have been training together for quite some time. In 301 we learn that after Touya's quirk started hurting him Endeavor not only abandoned the training regime but also abandoned Touya both emotionally and physically. Instead of using the time he spent training Touya to help Touya find a new hobby or purpose in life, or just hanging out with his kid, Endeavor chooses to remove himself from Touya’s life. When Touya confronts him about the change of routine, Endeavor is seen putting on his jacket and leaving the home, his body turned away from his son.

Maybe Endeavor had errands to run, but my point is that he was in Touya’s life one minute and then gone the next. Touya says so himself: why did Endeavor change his mind all of a sudden? The abrupt change in attitude was jarring for a 4-5 year old to handle. To Touya, training = love, so he felt compelled to keep training and demonstrate his worthiness despite the fact that his quirk was hurting him. To Touya, the pain was worth it if it meant hanging out with his dad again.

But why? Well, Touya was Endeavor's #1 fan, genuinely so. His admiration and fondness for his father was genuine, and he didn't question the triumphant look on Endeavor's face when Touya said he wanted to learn the ultimate move. Before his quirk started burning him, Touya had no idea he was born for his father's ulterior motives. He had no reason to question his father's attention. Touya lived under the impression his bond with his dad was genuine and special, and he probably felt lucky that his father was willing to share something so important to him (heroism). Even after the training stops and Endeavor stops paying attention to Touya, Touya still wears his merch and vies for his attention. Most kids see their parents as larger than life and Touya was no exception. Keigo Takami admired Endeavor the hero, and Touya Todoroki admired his father who just so happened to be the hero Endeavor. Since being a hero was such a big deal for Endeavor, it was a big deal for Touya.

But that's where Touya's story becomes tragic. His father is a flawed, flawed man with many insecurities and fallacies that he pushes onto his family. I’ll get to those in a moment, but as intelligent and observant Touya is to catch on that Endeavor never set out to marry to become a father, he is too young to separate himself from his father’s expectations. Touya realizes he was born for a purpose and Touya will be damned if he doesn't fulfill that purpose even if he knows it's wrong. His father's ‘love’ meant that much to him. For Touya, it's not about becoming a hero for the glory. It was about his relationship with his father because, as I mentioned earlier, Touya was his #1 fan in the sense that he loved Enji just for being his dad. There were no conditions tied to that. “You are my dad, and I love you.”

But that wasn’t a sentiment that Touya felt in return, and that hurt Touya. He internalized he wasn't good enough, that something about him was inherently wrong. But more than that, his world came tumbling down - he felt betrayed and lied to: his father didn't love him like Touya needed him to, and this truth destroyed him. Their relationship was a lie, a farce, and it hurt so much Touya became obsessed with not hurting anymore because he couldn’t get away from it.

Touya’s motivation to become a hero didn't rise from being inspired by All Might like Shouto. Touya’s thought process wasn’t "I want to be a hero to help others or be like All Might" like Deku. No, Touya only wanted to be a hero because he wanted his father to be proud of him for surpassing All Might. Notice that Touya's obsession with beating All Might slowly diminishes from “I can surpass All Might” to “I can surpass All Might like Shouto, too” to just “look at me, Endeavor.” It was never about being a hero per say, but about his relationship with his father. Touya realized that Endeavor isn't his father first, but a hero, and he understands that he has to be a hero too to fit into his father's world. Even upon realizing that his father was using him, Touya still wanted to be part of his life, still wanted that bond. Touya, in his desperation to be loved and accepted again, could look past his father's selfishness as long as he regained that approval. Touya could pretend the relationship was real as long as he stopped feeling so unlovable.

This is unhealthy thinking, of course. Even if Touya somehow managed to regain Endeavor's approval, the relationship would still be one-sided and dissatisfying because he wouldn't be able to ignore the truth. But, this is how he rationalized his insistence to keep training in his 4-5 year old mind and this line of thought stuck with him as he grew up just as those feelings of inadequacy never left him.

This is precisely why Natsuo's drowsy "can't you go talk to our sister?" hurt so much. Touya was already emotionally fragile, and hearing that felt like being rejected all over again when it was actually Natsuo just trying to sleep. Touya was hypersensitive to any words or actions that could be interpreted as dismissive. His trauma wouldn't listen to logic that Natsuo was 8 and too young to understand, that he was tired - no, Touya's brain said, you're being rejected again! This is also why he also stormed away crying from Fuyumi after she expressed her concern for him.

In Touya’s mind, why couldn't anyone just agree with him that he was good enough? He heard "your dad's right and you're not good enough so why try" not "I care about you, your father is wrong, and I don't want you to keep getting hurt" whenever Rei tried to get him to stop training because that's the message he got from his father, too. Nevermind that it infuriated Touya that his mother could stand there and preach to him when, from his perspective, she couldn’t take her own advice. All Endeavor ever did was teach him to turn up the heat, so why should it matter that doing just so hurts him? Touya didn't understand NOT training his quirk because he had been taught that raising his firepower was ideal in all situations. Those two statements didn't make sense to a 4-5 year old, a 13 year old, and it still doesn’t make sense as a 24 year old.

To take Endeavor's lack of self awareness a step further, because it's important to understand Endeavor to fully understand Dabi, Endeavor has yet to realize his own inherent worth. He doesn't have to prove anything to his family, especially his kids. They love him unconditionally, without special reason aside from the fact that he's theirs and he's himself. However, Endeavor is so obsessed with proving himself that he doesn't realize he never had to, and he projects this onto his children. They must prove themselves by winning the genetic lottery, by being useful to his plans, by surpassing All Might.

The irony that to be a great father he doesn't have to be a hero at all is ugly because Endeavor has no identity outside of being a hero. Endeavor has said before he wants to be a good hero and father to make Shouto proud, but he fails to realize he already had this in Touya all those years ago and it still left him unsatisfied. The issue isn’t his role as a hero, it’s his inner self. In 301 Endeavor literally reaches out to Touya to talk him out of training and hurting himself, and Touya allows his father to touch his shoulders because he wants a bond with his father - any bond. Shouto, on the other hand, wouldn't allow Endeavor to touch him in 167 and slaps his hand away because he doesn’t want Endeavor’s approval. Endeavor doesn't realize Natsuo carries deep abandonment and neglect issues because he wanted to be accepted by his father too (light novel #5) but was ignored. Endeavor doesn't realize he was always good enough by default and that by projecting onto his kids and trying to be the top hero he’s doing the opposite of what he wants. He just keeps pushing away his family.

It’s important to point out Endeavor’s illogical thinking because Touya learned some of these same ideas. Touya repeatedly tries to prove himself without realizing that he was always good enough by default. The problem wasn’t his quirk or his body, but his father’s flawed thinking and self-worth issues. Now as an adult, Dabi is selfish because he's Endeavor's son and emobidies his most negative characteristics. Dabi thinks of his flames as Endeavor's, and he thinks of himself as an extension of Endeavor because that's how Endeavor set him up for life. Touya has no identity to fall back on after his father casts him aside. He was supposed to be Endeavor 2.0, but now that title is Shouto’s. Dabi doesn’t hate Shouto as a person, but he has tricked himself into believing Shouto is their father’s puppet. Shouto is a doll being used by their father with no self agency, and Dabi is going to break all of Endeavor’s toys. It’s nothing personal against Shouto, it’s just Shouto’s bad luck that he happens to be Endeavor’s masterpiece. This is why Dabi doesn’t hurt Shouto when they first meet at the training camp, and why Dabi stops attacking Shouto after Endeavor passes out - it’s not about Shouto. It’s about Endeavor, and breaking Endeavor. Touya is still there trying to be part of his father’s world, only this time not as a hero but as a villain who will end his own suffering. He doesn't want Endeavor to die, he just wants him to suffer, to ruin his dreams. Dabi thinks of it as justice.

But because Touya is still there, there is still that goodness in him, too. His connection to Fuyumi and Natsuo is still there, repressed and compartmentalized. It’s why he calls them affectionately as Fuyumi-chan and Natsu-kun. Touya’s pain is so great he has decided he’d rather end it than to carry on and look elsewhere. He's stuck, rightfully so. He recognizes his mother is a flawed person and ultimately doesn’t blame her for being a victim - she could have done more for her son, but he still sees her and his other siblings, even Shouto, as people who fell victim to Endeavor’s abuse who don't challenge their situation. Dabi sees himself as someone who does stand up to the abuse but doesn’t realize he still wants his father’s attention. He's always wanted it. That's why he went around at 13 condemning his father's treatment of his children but still trained to prove himself. This is part of the reason he became a villain.

Not to mention that Dabi literally can't cry. He has no way to release those emotions, so instead of trying to let them out, he pushes them down. But that doesn't work and is detrimental in the long run. In 290-294 we saw Dabi's flames burn so hot during his confrontation with Endeavor and revealing himself as Touya that his burns have spread. Dabi is afraid of his feelings because of their connection to his flames, but he also uses his feelings to his advantage. He wants to go out in an inferno along with Shouto just to hurt Endeavor and put an end to his own suffering and Endeavor's career. This is why Dabi doesn't bother calming himself down or denying that he never forgot how he was treated when he lived at home. Dabi became emotional in that battlefield, smiling maniacally instead of crying because he physically can't cry. In his mind, if his feelings are going to destroy him, he might as well use them to prove a point. After all, he has experience being used. It's why he was born.

I'm not saying any of these actions or thoughts are healthy or correct or condoned, by the way. Trauma responses don't make logical sense and usually aren't healthy. Knowing how the mind responds to trauma, it's understandable that Touya still wanted his father's attention even if it was abusive. In fact, this is how children often respond to abuse. Their caretaker/parent is all they know and they cling to these figures. Often times when authorities try to remove a child from their abusive parents, the child doesn't want to go because this parent is all they know and they do feel like they love their parent/caretaker. I’m not saying the authorities got involved in this case, because obviously they didn’t, but this same mentality of abused children can be applied to Touya. Touya, in his four year old mind, probably convinced himself that if he was good enough everything would go back to how it used to be.

So, to sum up Dabi’s character, of course he doesn't make any sense. He’s still that hurt 4-5 year old who is trying to protect himself from ever getting hurt like that again while still wanting his father’s validation. Of course he doesn’t want to get close to anyone, not even the League. He doesn't want to be vulnerable or let people in or form connections because the last time that happened he was let down, forsaken, and it hurt so much it literally made him lose control of his quirk to the point he almost died. When Twice is killed, Dabi consoles himself by saying he didn't care anyway, all to prevent another emotional fire. Dabi is a master of compartmentalizing and boxing away his feelings - this is probably why, 310 chapters into BNHA, we have yet to have a few chapters in his POV or his backstory. He's disconnected from himself. He knows his plot to get justice will hurt his siblings and mother and to live with himself and move forward he represses those feelings.

Because of his father not showing up on Sekoto peak, Dabi has to live with physical disabilities due to his scars and memories of burning alive. He doesn't want to go through that again so he lies to himself that he doesn't care about anyone or anything. He denies that he's still in pain while simultaneously seeking validation of his pain. He acts like he doesn't care about his family but still calls them affectionate names. He acts like he hates Endeavor and calls him by his name but still wants his attention. He decided long ago that he would die destroying Endeavor's career because that was the thing Endeavor cares about most of all in this life. It's a "you hurt me so I'll hurt you" mentality. He has tricked himself into thinking this is justice, failing to realize this won't make him feel better if he doesn't die by his own hand along the way.

Dabi is full of resentment and spite, both of which take root from feelings of abandonment, betrayal, and the loss of a purpose and the realization that he wasn't born to be loved for who he was but as a tool for his father. The first betrayal he suffered was in the form of realizing his father didn't love him genuinely, and this was identity-breaking for him. He never recovered from it. The second betrayal, the reinforcer, was his father not showing up to Sekoto Peak. Since then, Dabi is reliving his trauma over and over again the more he uses his quirk and the more he faces Endeavor. To be saved, Dabi needs to accept that he is loved unconditionally and needs to be validated that he was right to feel thrown aside and used.

#dabi #touya todoroki #toya todoroki #shouto todoroki #shoto todoroki #bnha #bnha meta #my meta #endeavor

[be-gay-do-heists]

hello yall :) the holy month of elul started last night, which is typically a time for contemplation, so since it is impossible for me to stop thinking about leverage, i decided to write an essay. hope anyone interested in reading it enjoys, and that it makes at least a little sense!! spoilers for leverage redemption

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Leverage, Judaism, and “Doing the Work”: An Essay for Elul

When it comes to Elul and the approaching High Holidays, Leverage might seem like an odd topic to meditate on.

The TNT crime drama that ran from 2008-2012, and which released a new season this summer following its renewal, centers on a group of found-family thieves who help the victims of corporations and oligarchs (sometimes based on real-world examples), using wacky heists and cons to bring down the rich and powerful. In one episode, the team’s clients want to reclaim their father’s prized Glimt piece that had been stolen in the Shoah and never returned, but aside from this and the throwaway lines and jokes standard for most mainstream television, there’s not a ton textually Jewish about Leverage. However, despite this, I have found that the show has strong resonance among Jewish fans, and lots of potential for analysis along Jewish themes. This tends to focus on one character in particular: the group’s brilliant, pop culture-savvy, and personable hacker, Alec Hardison, played by the phenomenally talented Aldis Hodge.

I can’t remember when or where I first encountered a reading of Hardison as Jewish, but not only is this a somewhat popular interpretation, it doesn’t feel like that much of a leap. In the show itself, Hardison has a couple of the aforementioned throwaway lines that potentially point to him being Jewish, even if they’re only in service of that moment’s grift. It’s hard to point to what exactly makes reading Hardison as Jewish feel so natural. My first guess is the easy way Hardison fits into the traditional paradigms of Jewish masculinity explored by scholars such as Daniel Boyarin (2). Most of the time, the hacker is not portrayed as athletic or physical; he is usually the foil to the team’s more physically-adept characters like fighter Eliot, or thief Parker. Indeed, Hardison’s strength is mental, expressed not only through his computer wizardry but his passions for science, technology, music, popular media, as well as his studious research into whatever scenario the group might come up against. In spite of his self-identification as a “geek,” Hardison is nevertheless confident, emotionally sensitive, and secure in his masculinity. I would argue he is representative of the traditional Jewish masculine ideal, originating in the rabbinic period and solidified in medieval Europe, of the dedicated and thoughtful scholar (3). Another reason for popular readings of Hardison as Jewish may be the desire for more representation of Jews of color. Although mainstream American Jewish institutions are beginning to recognize the incredible diversity of Jews in the United States (4), and popular figures such as Tiffany Haddish are amplifying the experiences of non-white Jews, it is still difficult to find Jews of color represented in popular media. For those eager to see this kind of representation, then, interpreting Hardison, a black man who places himself tangential to Jewishness, in this way is a tempting avenue.

Regardless, all of the above remains fan interpretation, and there was little in the text of the show that seriously tied Judaism into Hardison’s identity. At least, until we got this beautiful speech from Hardison in the very first episode of the renewed show, directed at the character of Harry Wilson, a former corporate lawyer looking to atone for the injustice he was partner to throughout his career:

“In the Jewish faith, repentance, redemption, is a process. You can’t make restitution and then promise to change. You have to change first. Do the work, Harry. Then and only then can you begin to ask for forgiveness. [...] So this… this isn’t the win. It’s the start, Harry.”

I was floored to hear this speech, and thrilled that it explained the reboot’s title, Leverage: Redemption. Although not mentioned by its Hebrew name, teshuvah forms the whole basis for the new season. Teshuvah is the concept of repentance or atonement for the sins one has committed. Stemming from the root shuv/shuva, it carries the literal sense of “return.” In a spiritual context, this usually means a return to G-d, of finding one’s way back to holiness and by extension good favor in the eyes of the Divine. But equally important is restoring one’s relationships with fellow humans by repairing any hurt one has caused over the past year. This is of special significance in the holy month of Elul, leading into Rosh haShanah, the Yamim Noraim, and Yom Kippur, but one can undertake a journey of redemption at any point in time. That teshuvah is a journey is a vital message for Harry to hear; one job, one reparative act isn’t enough to overturn years of being on the wrong side of justice, to his chagrin. As the season progresses, we get to watch his path of teshuvah unfold, with all its frustrations and consequences. Harry grows into his role as a fixer, not only someone who can find jobs and marks for the team, but fixes what he has broken or harmed.

So why was Hardison the one to make this speech?

I do maintain that it does provide a stronger textual basis for reading Hardison as Jewish by implication (though the brief on-screen explanation for why he knows about teshuvah, that his foster-parent Nana raised a multi-faith household, is important in its own merit, and meshes well with his character traits of empathy and understanding for diverse experiences). However, beyond this, Hardison isn’t exactly an archetypical model for teshuvah. In the original series, he was the youngest character of the main ensemble, a hacking prodigy in the start of his adult career, with few mistakes or slights against others under his belt. In one flashback we see that his possibly first crime was stealing from the Bank of Iceland to pay off his Nana’s medical bills, and that his other early hacking exploits were in the service of fulfilling personal desires, with only those who could afford to pay the bill as targets. Indeed, in the middle of his speech, Hardison points to Eliot, the character with the most violent and gritty past who views his work with the Leverage team as atonement, for a prime example of ongoing teshuvah. So while no one is perfect and everyone has a reason for doing teshuvah, this question of why Hardison is the one to give this series-defining speech inspired me to look at his character choices and behavior, and see how they resonate with a different but interrelated Jewish principle, that of tikkun olam. 

Tikkun olam is literally translated as “repairing the world,” and can take many different forms, such as protecting the rights of vulnerable people in society, or giving tzedakah (5). In modern times, tikkun olam is often the rallying cry for Jewish social activists, particularly among environmentalists for whom literally restoring the health of the natural world is the key goal. Teshuvah and tikkun olam are intertwined (the former is the latter performed at an interpersonal level) and both hold a sense of fixing or repairing, but tikkun olam really revolves around a person feeling called to address an injustice that they may have not had a personal hand in creating. Hardison’s sense of a universal scale of justice which he has the power to help right on a global level and his newfound drive to do humanitarian work, picked up sometime after the end of the original series, make tikkun olam a central value for his character. This is why we get this nice bit of dialogue from Eliot to Hardison in the second episode of the reboot, when the latter’s outside efforts to organize international aid start distracting him from his work with the team: “Is [humanitarian work] a side gig? In our line of work, you’re one of the best. But in that line of work… you’re the only one, man.” The character who most exemplifies teshuvah reminds Hardison of his amazing ability to effect change for the better on a huge stage, to do some effective tikkun olam. It’s this acknowledgement of where Hardison can do the most good that prompts the character’s absence for the remainder of the episodes released thus far, turning his side gig into his main gig.

With this in mind, it will be interesting to see where Hardison’s arc for this season goes. Separated from the rest of the team, the hacker still has remarkable power to change the world, because it is, after all, the “age of the geek.” However, he is still one person. For all that both teshuvah and tikkun olam are individual responsibilities and require individual decision-making and effort, the latter especially relies on collective work to actually make things happen. Hardison leaving is better than trying to do humanitarian work and Leverage at the same time, but there’s only so long he can be the “only one” in the field before burning out. I’m reminded of one of the most famous (for good reason) maxims in Judaism:

It is not your duty to finish the work, but neither are you free to neglect it. (6)

Elul is traditionally a time for introspection and heeding the calls to repentance. After a year where it’s never been easier to feel powerless and drained by everything going on around us, I think it’s worth taking the time to examine what kind of work we are capable of in our own lives. Maybe it’s fixing the very recent and tangible hurts we’ve left behind, like Harry. Maybe it’s the little changes for the better that we make every day, motivated by our sense of responsibility, like Eliot. And maybe it’s the grueling challenge of major social change, like Hardison. And if any of this work gets too much, who can we fall back on for support and healing? Determining what needs repair, working on our own scale and where our efforts are most helpful, and thereby contributing to justice in realistic ways means that we can start the new year fresh, having contemplated in holiday fashion how we can be better agents in the world.

Shana tovah u’metukah and ketivah tovah to all (7), and may the work we do in the coming year be for good!

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(1) Disclaimer: everybody’s fandom experiences are different, and this is just what I’ve picked up on in my short time watching and enjoying this show with others.

(2) See, for example, the introduction and first chapter of Boyarin’s book Unheroic Conduct: The Rise of Heterosexuality and the Invention of the Jewish Man (I especially recommend at least this portion if you are interested in queer theory and Judaic studies). There he explores the development of Jewish masculinity in direct opposition to Christian masculine standards.

(3) I might even go so far as to place Hardison well within the Jewish masculine ideal of Edelkayt, gentle and studious nobility (although I would hesitate to call him timid, another trait associated with Edelkayt). Boyarin explains that this scholarly, non-athletic model of man did not carry negative associations in the historical Jewish mindset, but was rather the height of attractiveness (Boyarin, 2, 51).

(4) Jews of color make up 20% of American Jews, according to statistics from Be’chol Lashon, and this number is projected to increase as American demographics continue to change: https://globaljews.org/about/mission/. 

(5) Tzedakah is commonly known as righteous charity. According to traditional authority Maimonides, it should be given anonymously and without embarrassment to the person in need, generous, and designed to help the recipient become self-sufficient.

(6) Rabbi Tarfon, Pirkei Avot, 2:16

(7) “A good and sweet year” and “a good inscription [in the Book of Life]”

#leverage #miko speaks #jewish stuff #jumblr #leverage redemption #spoilers #lr spoilers #leverage redemption spoilers #written for a non leverage audience because i want my rabbi to read it alskdjflaksdjf #elul

[randomshyperson]

Hi!! Hope you're doing good and drinking water :) May i request something? 😁 I was listening to "the 1" by Taylor Swift (queen) and got me thinking about a Wanda X Reader story where maybe idk they dated in high school/college but ended cause whatever reason but they never actually stopped liking eachother (yknow, like the song) and then they just meet somewhere and get to talk and you know... happy ending lol But only if you like the idea really. Have a good one!

Hello anon! Here it is, hope you like it. It’s short but is sweet, i hope you like it.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - The One

Summary: Prompt based “A story where Reader and Wanda broke up and never stopped loving each other. Inspired by the song “The 1″ from Taylor Swift.

Words:  2.531k    ///// Read on AO3

Warnings: None.

Marks: @mionemymind @wandamaximoffpuppy

Wanda Maximoff came into your life during autumn.

You were both in the same art history class, and she lent you a pen.

All it took was two dates, and you were completely in love. Unfortunately, as quickly as it started, your relationship burned out.

You wish you had a big plot justification, with betrayals and twists and turns to justify to your friends your emotional misery when it ended, but the only reason was the complete emotional immaturity you had.

There were fights, and accusations, and so much jealousy. And you wish so much that you had gotten over it, but you couldn't. And then Wanda was gathering the clothes that she had in your dormitory, and throwing the key at you.

You swore you wouldn't cry anymore, because there were no more tears after so many weeks, but you kept going. Until all that was left was the bitter feeling that you had ruined everything and lost the most important person in your life.

It had been more than two years since you two had broken up, and you still had the number saved on your cell phone with a heart emoji, even though the conversation had been archived a long time ago. And then you were walking out of the main building at NYU, and your friend Natasha Romanoff called out to you as she walked quickly toward you.

- Hey, girl! - she said with a smile. - How are you?

You shrugged as you walked with her around the campus toward the secondary building, where the Philosophy classrooms were.

- I’m surviving. - You joke with a weak smile, Nat looked at you worriedly, but you shook your head, trying to reassure her. - And how are you doing? 

- Fine, I think. - She says, entwining your arms. - I miss you, but things are fine.

You nod, looking forward. You knew that you had been absent in your friends' lives, simply because it seemed that things no longer made much sense since you were no longer with Wanda.

- Did you hear about Bucky and Sam? - she asked, and you let out a sigh.

- Yes, I... I don't know if I'm going to make it.

- Ah, Y/N, please. - She says. - It won't be the same if you are not there.

Natasha was talking about your friends' engagement party, which you were invited to a week ago. You hesitated, because all of Bucky and Sam's friends were invited. And that included Wanda.

You let out a sigh.

- I will make an effort to be there, I promise. - You assure her with a smile. 

- You don't want to see Wanda, do you? - Nat asks. And you look at the ground. - Look, I just... I never really understood why you two broke up. But maybe it will be good to see her, you know. Maybe you two need to talk after all.

You shrug, feeling the familiar sadness take over your chest every time you think of Wanda. 

- Let's talk about something else okay? - You ask her with a weak smile and Natasha nods, changing the subject as you two walk along the campus.

//-//

You straightened your clothes before knocking on the door. It had been almost two weeks since you had spoken to Natasha, and the day of the party had finally arrived. You saw many cars parked outside the Barnes residence, and were not surprised when one of the family friends answered the door instead of the owners.

You smiled and greeted the gentleman, saying that you were a friend of the grooms, and he smiled back when he let you in. You overheard someone say that it was better to leave the door open because of the number of guests, and you let out a small laugh. 

The house was full, and it took a few minutes for you to find Bucky, who looked extremely happy. He smiled slightly surprised when he saw you.

- Hey, you're here! - he said, walking over to you. - It's so good to see you!

Bucky hugged you tight and you laughed lightly, saying that it was very good to see him too.

- How are things going? - you asked as you broke the embrace. - Are you feeling anxious?

Bucky laughed, putting his hands in his pockets.

- Everything is working well. My parents are helping me and Sammy to organize everything. - he says, smiling. - And damn, yes. I can't wait for the ceremony.

You laugh, nodding in understanding. You talk for a few more minutes until Sam comes to check on the groom.

- Wow, look at you Wilson! - You exclaim when you see him, and he opens his arms toward you, grinning contently. You hug each other tightly. - It's good to see you, my friend.

- Yeah, it's great to see you too, stranger. - He smiles back, and then you part. - Glad you could make it.

- I couldn't miss the first wedding of the group. - You joked and made them laugh. 

And then they were talking about the preparations for the wedding, and the family members who had come from far away, and you were smiling and laughing at the stories. But everything seemed to slow down when your gaze focused on someone behind Bucky, the only person who always had the ability to capture your full attention.

Wanda had just walked through the front door, and was taking off her coat. You barely noticed Pietro standing beside her, as your heart started racing at seeing her again. Sam called out to you a few times, until you blinked and looked at him.

- Wow, you really haven't changed at all. - he teased. - Three years and you are still completely out of breath when you see her.

You blushed, telling him to shut up, but Bucky and Sam just giggled. And then you swallowed hard, because Wanda was looking around and her gaze met yours.

Your gas in surprise, and you told the couple in front of you that you needed a drink, then you rushed to escape the room.

You ended up on the balcony, trying to recover from the intensity of the previous moment, completely affected by seeing Wanda again. 

You thought it was the best to greet the people you knew at the party, and after talking to Clint and his girlfriend Laura, and also to Steve, Tony and Bruce, you made your way to the family circles. Bucky's parents and siblings were very friendly, and Sam's family was very warm, and they all hugged you and smiled. And then you were walking around the house again, and Nat approached you, two drinks in her hands, and one of them she handed to you.

- You really came. - She said with a smile. - Bucky just told me and I didn't believe it.

- The faith you have in me is touching. - You sneered with irony and she laughed before taking a sip of her drink. You looked at your own glass suspiciously.

- Is this champagne? - you asked, and she nodded, making you sigh. You put the glass on the balcony table near you. - Thanks but I'm driving.

Nat grumbled in understanding.

- You're running away from her, aren't you? - She remarked when she noticed your gaze wandering around the room.

- Is it that obvious? 

Nat laughed lightly.

- I suppose you are going to be uncomfortable for the next few minutes, since I just told her I was coming to talk to you and invite her to join me. - She tells you and you turn your face to her sharply with a surprised expression.

- Wait what?

But Nat is smiling past you and then you feel your body tense up as Wanda's voice sounds behind your back. Nat is saying something about how nice it is that everyone is together, while you turn around and you’re probably staring, but you can't react to having Wanda in front of you. Just as beautiful as she was three years ago.

- Hi. - She said a moment later looking up at you, a slight blush on her cheeks. It took a gentle nudge from Nat's elbow on your rib for you to react.

- Hi. - you exclaimed surprised and slightly uncomfortable. - How... How are you?

Wanda smiled awkwardly.

- Good, I... i'm good. And you? - she asked hesitantly. You nodded frantically, trying to smile.

 - Good, good. I... Good.

- Jesus. - You heard Natasha say as she looked at the two of you with a frown. - Okay. I'll put our names in the gymkhana, and you can continue with whatever this is by yourselves.

You scratched your neck uncomfortably as Natasha hurried to leave. 

- So... how are things? - Wanda asked, putting her hands in her pockets.

Ignoring your current anxiety, you assumed a thoughtful expression for a few seconds.

- Things are fine. I’m... I... I'm graduating. - You tell clumsily, running your hands through your hair. - Yeah, I... I'm graduating in a few weeks. 

- Wow, that’s actually really cool. - She comments with a smile. 

- I think so. - You say, laughing nervously. - What about you, Wands, how are you? Are you still studying?

Wanda blushes at the way you call her, looking away. You barely notice the nickname escaping your lips. But then she is smiling, so you don't notice much beyond that.

- Yes, I still have a year to go, but I'm doing well. - she says. You nod in understanding, but then Pietro is joining you two, a smile on his face.

- Wow, it's really good to see you Y/N. - He remarks as soon as he reaches you two and hugs you. You laugh lightly. 

- It's good to see you too, Pietro. - you say when you let go. - I like the beard, by the way.

- Thanks, I'm trying to look older. - He comments with a cocky smile, and you laugh, ignoring the nervousness of having Wanda looking right at you. - I didn't know you would be here today, I heard you were going back to California.

- Oh, yes, I... I am. - You say clumsily, gazing at Wanda quickly. - After I graduate, I'm going back home. I don't really have anything to keep me here.

- That's a shame, really. - Pietro says and you try to focus on his face and not on Wanda's frown. - But I hope you will keep in touch with everyone by skype at least.

He jokes last, and you laugh, nodding. And then he starts asking you about college and your parents, and you answer politely, trying to ignore the nervousness in your stomach that has settled with Wanda's attentive look on you.

- Pietro, would you get me something to drink, please? - Wanda asked after a moment, and you and Pietro looked at her in surprise, but she just smiled innocently, and her brother grumbled, before nodding and leaving. - Can we talk for a moment?

You blinked in confusion, but agree. Wanda took your hand next, and you bit the inside of your cheek, feeling your face flush as she pulled you around the yard, toward a farther area.

When she stopped walking, she let go of your hand, and turned around to face you, looking nervous and a bit anxious.

- Are you really leaving? - She asked with a almost sorrowful expression.

You straightened your posture, frowning slightly.

- Yes, I... Wanda, what is it? 

- Okay, I’m.. I'm going to say this once, because I have to, and then we'll go back to our life as before, okay? - She said hurriedly, closing her eyes for a moment as she took a deep breath while you just stare her. - I'm still in love with you. And I know we broke up two years ago, but I just couldn't move on. And I guess a part of me never will. - She confesses and you feel the air escape from your lungs. - And I need you to know this before you leave, because I almost couldn't come to this party because I knew you would be here. And I can't believe that we were this intense and amazing thing only just for me. - She says last. But you are in shock, so Wanda swallows dryly. - Damn, I'm... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything and…

- I love you. - You confess interrupting her, listening to your heart pounding in your ears.

- W-what?

- I love you. - You repeat breathlessly as you are moving forward and kissing Wanda firmly. She stumbles back in surprise, but you keep your hands on her face, until she sighs in delight and kisses you back with the same intensity. It feels as good as you remember, but eventually you part breathlessly and start talking with your forehead touching. - I'm sorry I ruined things between us. I was stupid, childish and a bloody idiot. But I'm completely in love with you and i have always been. 

Wanda lets out a surprised laugh, her eyes filled with tears. And then she kisses you again.

- God, we are a complete disaster. - She comments as you separate, making you laugh lightly. And then she swallows dryly, stroking your face with her thumbs. - What are we going to do now?

You smile, hugging her waist.

- I'm not going anywhere if you ask me to stay. - You tell her, making her sigh with surprise and happiness.

- Be my girlfriend, then. - She asks, and you let out a giggle. 

- I'd love to. - You say, and then back away a little. - We'll make it work this time, Wanda. I'm going to love you the right way now.

Wanda nods in understanding, looking at you tenderly.

- You have always loved me the right way. - she says. - We just didn't know how to show it properly.

You sigh.

- I missed you. - You say, bringing your foreheads together. 

- I missed you too. - She breathlessly retorts before kissing you again.

The kiss intensified in the next second, and you ended up pushing Wanda against the outer wall of the house, and she sighed into your mouth. God, you missed her taste. Then she sighed against your lips, and you slowed down, because you are literally in an engagement party.

When you parted, you let out a breathless giggle.

- We should get back to the party. - Wanda comments, her face close to yours. You grumble in agreement, before kissing her again, your tongue running slowly and sensually across her mouth, making a warmth rise in the pit of your stomach.

- Wow. - You say breathlessly a moment later, breaking the kiss for breath. Wanda's hands are dangerously low. She lets out a breathless chuckle, her face flushed. You swallow dryly, clearing your throat. - We'd better go before I can't stop.

Wanda smiles, nodding her head in agreement. And then you took a step back, and it was easier to breathe and think clearly.

When you returned to the party, holding hands, Natasha stared at you two and sighed, taking a twenty-dollar bill from her pocket and handing it to Pietro, who had a smug smile on his face. She complained that she had bet that you two would only get back together after the party, while Pietro had bet that it would be during. You and Wanda's faces reddened, but you laughed at the story.

Two years later, you visited Bucky and Sam, but now, the wedding invitation in your hand was yours.

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[pies-writes-and-more]

So I saw this tik tok trend of “would you hit your girl as hard as you can for 1 billion 💵?” And I was thinking how tsukki would answer “no 😑” if you asked him cuz 1. He knows you’d be anxious at the anticipation 2. You crying would break his heart 3. This tik tok question is stupid cause who’d be paying the money?? Right no one, so it’s pointless. Dumbest question ever (wanted to share a funny thought)

Omg I’m dead this was the funniest thing I’ve gotten today 😂😂😂😂

This was too hilarious of an idea so I thought I’d make this a cute funny little headcanon thing! @blue-peach14 thank you so much for sending this in!!!! It was literally the funniest thing for me to read while I was at work haha. Hope you don’t mind me turning it into a little headcanon piece!

Warnings: None but probably some swearing lol and you know... the fact that some of them actually hit you lol

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Ennoshita Chikara, and Oikawa Tooru, all with a GenderNeutral!Reader (let me know if I used something gendered so I can change it pls!)

A/N: Thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells and @thisnoodlewritesao3 for being such inspirations and helps for this 😂❤️and obviously @blue-peach14 for the idea :)

Tsukishima:

“What a stupid question”

Really just says this and rolls his eyes because he needs to consider the options

Would you??? Want him to do it??? Or were you testing how nice he was????

He decides it’s stupid cause who would pay for this???

Points this out to you and you’re just like omg Tsukki it’s just a funny little thing

Gives you a little annoyed look and decided on no (he really hates the look of tears welling in your eyes... it would be even worse if he were the one to hit you)

Flicks you in the head anyways but kisses it better immediately

Ushijima:

Didn’t understand what you were asking

Hits the top of your head cause he thought that’s what you wanted but like gently

You’re like ???? Um ushijima it’s not real

And he’s like what’s not??

Both of you just standing there like... what?

You laugh when you realize he didn’t get it

Have to explain it again and he just stands there with a furrow in his brow

“Would you... want me to hit you? Would that make you happy?”

You’re like um Ushi that’s a lot of money so yes. We could buy a lot of food

So you agree on yes together haha

Hinata:

@thisnoodlewritesao3 @satan-ruler-of-hells and I all agreed on this one

Would 100% hit himself on the head

Definitely didn’t understand the question

“Hinata why would you hit yourself??”

“For the money?”

“Hinata you’re supposed to hit me!”

O.O “why would I want to hit you”

“For the money!”

“But that’s why I hit myself”

A little back and forth before he refuses because he never wants to hurt you

Still insists he gets hit instead

Tells you he has a lot of experience since he gets hit in the face during volleyball a lot

Kageyama overhears and appears suddenly because he too wants to hit hinata

Kageyama:

A certified dummy

Whacks you in the head and is like so where do we collect the money

Man put effort in this hit too like damn okay leave a fricken bump 😭

Feels bad when he realizes it was a rhetorical thing

turns into a red blueberry boi because he just can feel the guilt eating him up inside

Kisses your little bruised bump cause he’s feeling v bad

internally yelling at himself pls tell him it’s okay because now he thinks you’re going to leave him and that’s literally the last thing he wants 

he loves you so much he just only has one braincell and it’s playing volleyball

Brings you milk and your favourite juices cause they apparently will help heal you

Ennoshita:

Shakes his head when you ask, but you can’t tell if it’s out of disappointment or if he’s answering the question

Takes your phone away and tells you to stop watching so many tiktoks

(this is the third tiktok related thing you’ve asked him. Man is fed up 😂)

When you insist on an answer he tells you “obviously not”

Refuses to hurt you no thanks he is a good boy thank you very much

Will not discuss further, shuts you up about it by buying you food

Oikawa:

Didn’t even let you finish the sentence

Man hit you hard too 😂

“Oikawa would you hit me-“

SmACK

You just standing there like wtf oWWW????

He just smile like the pretty boy he is 😇

“don’t ask for things you don’t want”

“If you had let me finish my fucking sentence” 🥺

Lots of kisses after, feels a little bad for hitting you but also not really 😂

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[courageous-she]

Needing You- Charlie Gillespie

Charlie x female reader

Summary: You’re having a rough day and go to your best friend for some comfort

Word Count: 3037

Author’s Note: I haven’t really written in a while but became a SIMP for this boy after watching JATP. Here’s something I thought up while I should have been working at work. Also the formatting may have gotten a little wonky so sorry for that. Um anyway, hope you enjoy!

**

You: Hey, are you home? Charlie: Yeah, why, what’s up? You: Can we hang out? I don’t really want to be alone rn Charlie: Sure thing! I can come over? You: Actually, can I come over? I don’t feel like being in my apartment rn Charlie: Of course, doors unlocked <3

You locked your phone, resting it on your chest and letting out a long sigh. Life had just been hitting too hard lately, so you texted Charlie hoping he’d be able to distract you and take your mind off of things. You simply needed some quality time with your best friend and to not think about everything going on in your life right now. Luckily, Charlie was always down to hang out and was always flexible on what the two of you would do.

You lifted your head just enough from your starfish position on your bed to glance over your outfit. You’d changed into your comfy clothes when you got home a few hours ago. These would be fine, Charlie has seen you in worse clothes, and probably in an overall worse state than this. Shrugging, you stood from your bed and grabbed your keys, making your way over to the bus stop at the end of your street. 

Quietly opening the door to Charlie and Owen’s apartment, you carefully left your shoes at the door. You looked up and noticed Owen and Jeremy sitting on the couch in the small apartment living room. “Hey, Y/N” Owen and Jeremy said at the same time, both giving a quick nod of the head. You waved back, making your way down the hallway to Charlie’s room. It wasn’t odd for you to come over to the boy’s apartment, so Owen and Jeremy didn’t question it. Owen was more used to your frequent visits than Jeremy because Owen actually lived there, but both boys knew how close you and Charlie are so it would be odd if you didn’t show up at some point during the week.

Charlie’s door was open a crack, a low light creeping out into the hallway. You pushed the door open just enough to slide your body through, and closed it when you were all the way inside. 

“Hey” Charlie said softly, sitting up slightly in his bed and closing his laptop. Instead of responding, you pulled the covers back on his bed and slid under. Charlie watched you, slightly confused, but lifted his arm for you when you began to crawl under it resting your head on his chest. His arm around you hugged you closer, while his other hand came around to rest on top of yours that was resting on his stomach. 

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” he asked, voice soft. You shook your head ‘no’ on his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?” Again, you shook your head. Charlie’s chest rose up before he let out a long sigh. It wasn’t often you got like this, but when you did it always broke Charlie a little inside. “What can I do to help?” “Is it okay if we just lay here for a while?” you finally said.

“Yeah, ‘course it is. Want me to put on a movie for background noise or somethin’?” Charlie asked, leaning over slightly to grab his tv remote. You simply nodded a ‘yes’ against his chest, knowing he would just choose a movie for the two of you. 

Charlie ended up choosing “Onward”, a Disney movie was bound to put a smile on your face, he thought. The two of you silently watched the movie, staying in relatively the same position. As the movie was coming to a close, tears began to make their way down your face, landing on Charlie’s shirt. He looked down when he began to feel the wet spot on his chest. Moving so he could see your face better, Charlie smirked at your current state.

“Are you crying?” Charlie asked, the goofy smirk not leaving his face. You lifted your head from his chest, glancing between his smirking expression and the puddle on his chest. 

“What? He never got to meet his dad! After all that!!” you said, pouting out your bottom lip so you didn’t start sobbing. Charlie chuckled before sitting back and pulling you back into him.

“Haven’t you seen this before? You knew this was coming” he replied while turning his attention back to the screen.

“Just because I’ve seen it already doesn’t make it any less sad, Char.” But he could tell by the tone in your voice that you weren’t talking about the movie anymore. He grabbed the remote, stopping the end credits. You started to sit up, wiping the remnants of tears from your face.

“Are you ready to talk about it?” he asked, voice soft and understanding. You hugged your knees to your chest, resting your head on your knees facing your friend sitting next to you.

“Everything is just so overwhelming right now. It’s like nothing can go my way and just keeps piling on top of me. I feel like I’m drowning and I’m so over it.” There was a comfortable silence between the two of you for a moment “I hate feeling like this” you whispered. Charlie put his hand on your back, rubbing small circles.

“Hey, hey, look at me” he said. Your eyes remained fixed on a random spot of his bed. “Y/N, please” he whispered. You shifted your gaze so that your eyes met his. “I know that things might be really tough right now, but I know you, and I know how hard you work, and I know that you will get through this. You have the weekend to forget about things and relax for a bit too, I’m here to get your mind off of the stress.”

You smiled at his reassuring words; he always knew what to say. You moved so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. “Thanks, Char, don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I don’t know, probably die or something” he said casually. You punched his shoulder jokingly and laughing at the boy next to you. “You hungry? We can order some food” 

“I didn’t bring my wallet with me” you said, remembering that you’d only grabbed your keys on your way out. 

“Don’t worry about that, it was on me anyway.” Charlie said, scrolling through UberEats on his phone for something to order. “What are you feeling?”

“Char, I’m not letting you pay! At least let me Venmo you?” you asked, already beginning to feel guilty at the fact that he offered to pay.

“Y/N” he said, putting his phone down and turning to face you, “You’re not paying,” he placed both hands on your cheeks, squishing them slightly, “Do not. Worry. About it.”

“But Charlie,” you replied, turning your body to face him straight on, “I. Feel. Bad” you mimicked his position, placing both hands on his cheeks and squishing them. And there the two of you were, hands on each other’s cheeks, squishing them. That was until you heard Charlie’s bedroom door slowly creak open.

“Hey guys, Jer and I were just wondering if you wanted to order food?” Owen asked, walking in while looking down at his phone. When he looked up and noticed the way you two were positioned, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Uh, I’m sorry, did I walk in on something?” he asked concerned, but slightly amused. 

“Perfect timing Owen!” Charlie said, taking his hands off your cheeks and grabbing his phone again, “Y/N and I were just having the same conversation”

“I was thinking maybe Chinese?” Owen asked, resuming his scrolling on his phone. You and Charlie looked at each other, an unsure look on your face.

“Eh, not really feelin’ it” Charlie replied, going back to his phone for food inspiration.

“I was kind of craving pasta from that Italian place down the street” you said.

“Pomodoro?” Charlie asked, and immediately he looked at Owen and they gave each other the same look. “Yes!” They both said at the same time.

“I’ll go ask Jer what he wants, text me your orders.” Owen replied, leaving the room. But before Owen asked Jeremy what he wanted to eat, he explained in detail what he saw when he walked in on you and Charlie. The two boys grinned at each other, knowing how the two of you felt about the other, and knowing that neither of you would say anything to the other.

**

When the food arrived, the four of you sat in the small living room eating, joking, and watching a variety of YouTube videos. You loved hanging out with the guys, it was always entertaining and you definitely got a workout from how much you laughed. 

After everyone had finished eating, the four of you decided to put on a movie. You sat next to Charlie on the smaller couch, leaning into his side, while Owen laid out on the bigger couch and Jeremy had a spot on the floor with some pillows. 

You’re not sure how long into the movie you made it, but eventually you fell asleep on Charlie’s shoulder. He hadn’t noticed you fell asleep until Owen brought it up.

“Hey man, she out?” he asked, leaning up on the couch. Jeremy looked over too, noticing your sleeping figure resting against Charlie. Charlie glanced down at you, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Yeah, she must’a fell asleep” he said, eyes resting on you a little longer before turning to look at Owen. Owen smirked and looked at Jeremy, who matched his smirk before the two boys looked back at Charlie. “What’s the look for?” he asked confused.

“Oh, come on, Charlie!” Jeremy said, “You are head over heels for her!” he whisper shouted.

“And you have been since day one” Owen added. 

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Charlie whisper shouted back. The boys couldn’t see but underneath the blanket, Charlie was pulling you closer to him. He felt like he had to protect you despite there really being nothing to protect you from.

“Don’t avoid it Charlie, it’s so obvious” Owen retorted.

“The only question is, when are you finally going to tell her?” Jeremy asked.

As Charlie was forming his response, his felt you shift next to him. All three boys shifted their gaze to you, hoping you hadn’t heard what they were talking about. You shifted so that your face was resting in the crook of Charlie’s neck. He shivered at the feeling of your breath on his skin.

“Char?” you asked, too sleepy to open your eyes. Charlie squeezed your side to let you know he was there.

“What’s up? You alright?” he asked.

“ ‘m fine. What time is it?”

“Uh, it’s about 12:30” 

“Shit!” you said, quickly sitting up from your comfortable position and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, “The last bus leaves in 30 minutes, I gotta go!” You started to stand up from the couch, but Charlie grabbed your hips, sitting you back down on the couch.

“Chill, Y/N! I’m not letting you get on a bus in the middle of the night! You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch tonight” Charlie said, trying to calm you down. Jeremy coughed from the other side of the room, giving Charlie a look. Jeremy was crashing on the couch considering that he didn’t actually live there and had planned to spend the night. Charlie shot back a ‘not now’ look, returning his focus on you.

“I can’t take your bed. I’ll take the couch” you said, not wanting to put your friend out any more than you had tonight.

“Well, actually, I-I’m supposed to be sleeping on the couch” Jeremy finally spoke up. Charlie shot him a look, causing Jeremy to shrug and shy back out of the conversation.

“Then I’ll take the floor, but I’m not taking your bed” You said, bundling the blanket that was piled next to you. 

“Y/N, you are not sleeping on the damn floor. Either you sleep in my bed or we’re both sleeping on the floor. End of story” Charlie said, a little more stern this time.

“Well with that logic, why don’t we both just sleep in the bed?” you asked, shrugging. Charlie’s eyes went wide. Owen and Jeremy’s heads quickly turned their attention to you, smirks threatening to appear on their faces. 

“I-I mean, if-if you’re cool with that, yeah we could do that” Charlie stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn’t expected you to offer to share a bed with him, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to pass this opportunity up.

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t cool with it, but now that we’ve settled that, I’m tired. Goodnight boys!” you said, standing up and waving.

“ ‘night!” Owen and Jeremy replied, waving as you made your way back to Charlie’s room. What you didn’t see was the two boys silently cheering Charlie on as he slowly stood and made his way to his room. 

You were already tucked away when he made it, closing the door softly behind him. He made his way through the dark and found his way to bed. He slipped in next to you, laying awkwardly on his back, not exactly knowing how to sleep next to you. He turned his head to look at you. Your back was facing him, breathing slow. He figured that you’d already fallen asleep given how tired you were, so he got comfortable and eventually fell asleep.

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Charlie woke with a start when he heard you start to cry out in your sleep. He couldn’t make out what you were saying but he knew that you were having a nightmare. He immediately pulled your back close to his chest, arms wrapping around you. His cheek was pressed against yours as he whispered in your ear. “Hey, hey, you’re alright, I’m here, you’re okay” You woke up, heart racing, and hands grasping Charlie’s arms that wrapped around your middle. He loosened them enough for you to turn around and face him. 

“What would I do without you?” you asked, cuddling closer into his chest, eyes closing in comfort. Charlie took a deep breath, he felt like now was the time to tell you. Tell you how he really felt, how much he wanted to never be without you.

“Y/N?” he whispered?

“Yeah, Char?”

“Can I tell you something?” He was trying to keep his nerves down, knowing you’d be able to feel him shaking.

“Of course, you can tell me anything.” You replied, shifting to lean slightly over him. He mimicked your position, the two of you leaning to face the other. “I like you. Um, like more than a friend kind of like you. And I don’t want this to ruin what we have so if you don’t feel the same way that’s- that’s cool we can forget I said this.” Charlie rambled. You were taken aback by the sudden out poor of emotional truth. Charlie was beginning to accept that you didn’t feel the same way until you made a move. You leaned in and kissed Charlie, all of the bottled-up feelings coming to the surface. 

“I like you too, Char,” you whispered, hand cupping the side of his face, “God, I’ve liked you since the day we met” you laughed, remembering your first encounter on set with Charlie. Charlie sighed from relief from next to you.

“I was so scared you didn’t feel the same…”

“How could I not, Charlie? I literally couldn’t survive without you.” You spoke. A smile crept its way onto Charlie’s face before he leaned in for another kiss, deeper and more passionate than the first. The two of you spent much of the rest of the night like that, moving between sleep and giggly sleepy kisses. The next morning, the two of you slept in a little later than normal, and laid in bed cuddled up watching TikToks, sneaking kisses in between. It was a kind of bliss you didn’t think you’d ever experience. Both of your heads turned when a short knock was made against the door.

“Are you guys dead in there?” Owen asked through the door. The two of you chuckled from the bed.

“We’re fine Owen!” Charlie shouted.

“Are you sure? It’s like noon-thirty and I haven’t heard anything from either of you?” Owen shouted back. You laughed at the boys, moving to get out of the bed and answer the door. Charlie pouted at the lack of you next to him. You opened the door to see a concerned looking Owen. 

“Good morning, Owen” you smiled.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked, noticing Charlie’s lack of shirt and a messy bed.

“No, you didn’t. We were just getting up to grab some breakfast” you replied.

“Oh, well I was going to ask if you guys wanted some waffles? Jeremy and I just made some” he said, still looking between you and Charlie, attempting to put the pieces together on what happened when the two of you went to bed last night.

“I’d love some waffles! Let me just grab my sweatshirt and I’ll be right there!” 

Owen nodded, leaving the room. You turned to look for your sweatshirt somewhere on the floor. Feeling two arms wrap around your waist, you giggled, placing your arms over Charlie’s.

“You know you don’t have to go out there.” He said, lips hovering just over your ear.

“No, I don’t have to.” You said, “But we need to eat.”

“There’s something right here I could eat.” Charlie replied. You spun around quickly in his arms, slapping him lightly on the upper arm.

“Charlie!” You couldn’t believe how quickly he responded with that!

“What!? It’s true!” he winked at you.

“Well too bad because that is currently not on the menu. I want waffles!” you said before breaking free of his grasp, grabbing your sweatshirt and skipping out of the room to the kitchen. Charlie was left standing in his room, mouth agape, but laughing at how you handled that. What would he do without you?

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[americasass91]

His Kind of Beautiful

Hello lovely people! I don’t even know where to begin here. My ex popped up as a friend I may know on Facebook the other day. Of course it brought up all these memories. (I’ve been with my husband for over a decade so this ex was from way back when.) Anyways, I couldn’t help but think back to when and why we broke up. We worked together (that was a mistake) and I was chatting with one of our coworkers. The guy looked at me and was like ‘I don’t want to get in the middle of anything but your boyfriend said something about you the other day and it bothered me.’ I told him to tell me what he said. ‘He said you weren’t pretty enough to blow him.’ (Fun fact! I had already blown him a few times by this point.) So of course I thought my life was ruined. I mean I was only 17/18. I called him right away and asked him if it was true. The fucker didn’t even deny it! He was like I was just joking around. So I told him since I wasn’t pretty enough to blow him, I wasn’t pretty enough to date him either. That’s the last time I spoke to him.

Anyways! That’s what inspired this little fic. I know we all go through days where we don’t feel pretty or beautiful. But you know what? We are all beautiful no matter what! Please if you ever feel less than that and need to talk, I am here and willing to listen! Nobody should go through life feeling anything less than beautiful.

So I knew I needed to somehow incorporate this into a fic. At first I was going to go with Steve but I took a look at my Masterlist and realized I only had one Andy fic on there. That’s just despicable! So without any further ado, please enjoy this fic with our lovely, handsome floofy haired lawyer daddy!

Rating: Explicit (Like I could write something that doesn’t involve sex with Andrew)

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Language, fingering, unprotected sex(Remember: Sex is cleaner with a packaged weiner), and just Andy being fluffy

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You honestly didn’t even know why you had agreed to this. You hated first dates in general, let alone a blind date.

But your friend, Jane, assured you this guy was handsome and nice and worth your time to go out with.

So, you pulled a blue dress from your closet that you’d only worn maybe twice in your life and actually did your eye makeup.

After getting fully ready you take one last look at yourself in the mirror. For once you didn’t hate the woman staring back at you. This dress happened to accentuate your curves and the color of your eyeshadow made your eyes pop. You wouldn’t necessarily say you were pretty, but you looked decent.

You slip on your heels and grab your purse and head out of your apartment. As you go to lock your door, the apartment door behind you opens.

“Good evening, neighbor.”

You turn around with a smile on your face and return the greeting to your sinfully handsome neighbor, Andy.

He can’t help but notice how pretty you look. “Where are you going all dressed up?”

You blush and start heading towards the elevator together. “Oh, my friend set me up on a blind date. I’m nervous. Haven’t been on a date in awhile.”

He presses the button for the lobby. “Blind date, huh? Yeah I went on one of those recently. First date since the divorce. It was...interesting.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as you both headed into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. You turn towards him. “Interesting, how?”

“Well, for starters, she was almost an hour late. Then when she showed up, she didn’t even apologize for being late. She just sat down and demanded the waiter bring her a cocktail. By snapping her fingers at him.”

The elevator doors open. You head into the lobby and notice Andy following you. “So I think it’s safe to say you aren’t calling her for a second date?” He opens the door to the outside for you. You smile in thanks and head out into the warm evening air of Boston.

He rolls his eyes as he follows you onto the street and hails down a cab. “Absolutely not.” He gestures for you to take the cab.

You look at him confused. “Don’t you need one?”

He waves you off. “Nah, I’m heading to pick up Jake to take him to dinner. He finally found some time to fit his old man into his ‘busy’ teenager schedule.” He heads towards his Audi you now realize is parked in front of the building right behind your cab.

You scoff at him as you open the cab door. “Old man? Oh, please. You can’t be more than what? 38?”

He opens the door to his own vehicle and smirks at you. “Try 43, sweetheart. Hey! Good luck on your date!” He waves and gets into his car. You return the wave and get into the cab and give the driver the address to the restaurant and try to get your mind off of how good Andy’s ass looked in the jeans he was wearing.

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You arrived at the restaurant with a few minutes to spare. You wanted to get there a little early so you could get a drink from the bar and calm your nerves.

You find a seat away from the other patrons and order a glass of wine. You scan your eyes over the room to see if your date has arrived yet. You weren’t entirely sure what he looked like but you knew he was going to be wearing a red shirt.

The bartender sets your wine in front of you. You hand over a 10 dollar bill and tell him to keep the change. As you sip your wine, you check your phone for the time. 7:02. You’re about ready to text your friend to ask if your date is normally late when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around and look up at who you assume to be your date for the evening. He was handsome. Not as handsome as Andy, but handsome enough.

He gives you a small smile. “Hi, are you Y/N?”

You nod your head with a smile. “Yes, hi! It’s nice to meet you. You must be Jason?” You then gesture to the seat next to you. “Would you like to have a drink before we get a table?”

He nods once and takes a seat next to you and flags down the bartender to order a scotch.

The bartender sets the drink in front of him. Jason thanks him and pays for his drink.

You can feel the awkwardness start to creep in. And when that happens, you tend to get chatty.

“So, what do you do for a living?” You smile hoping to ease the tension building.

He turns to look you up and down. And not subtly. He shakes his head in disapproval and downs his drink before standing up. “Listen, I’m sorry but I can’t do this. Jane lied to me.”

You can’t help the confused look that crosses your face. “She lied to you? How?”

He gives you another not so subtle once over. “She told me you were beautiful. And no offense, but I just don’t see it.”

You can’t help the jaw drop. Sure you knew you weren’t gorgeous but damn. You’d never had a man be bold enough to actually say it to your face. “So, you’re just gonna leave? Not even give me a chance because I’m not your version of beautiful?”

He scoffs and checks out a girl that walks by the two of you. “What can I say? I’ve got standards that you just don’t meet.”

You feel like you’ve just been punched in the gut. That’s it. You’re fucking done. You reach behind you and grab your wine glass and throw the drink in his face.

You grab your purse and head towards the door. You turn back to face him. “I may not meet your ‘beauty standards’ but at least I’m not an asshole!” With that you flip him off and head outside to hail a cab to head back home.

You manage to make it almost all the way home before the tears start to fall. Sure he was a stranger and his opinion didn’t matter. But it still fucking hurt that he didn’t want you and didn’t even think you were pretty enough to share a meal with. Your self esteem already sucked and this asshole sure as hell didn’t make it any better.

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The blue dress goes in the trash as soon as you step into your apartment. You take off your nice lace bra you had put on. You take your makeup off with a wipe and pull your hair up in a ponytail. You throw on some hello kitty pajama shorts and a t- shirt that’s at least 2 sizes too big for you.

Then you head into your kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine from a bottle you keep in the fridge for emergencies. You think this classifies as one.

You grab your phone off the counter and call your favorite Chinese place. You order double what you normally do because nobody wants to sleep with you. Might as well eat whatever the fuck you wanted. God, you can’t believe you shaved your legs for that asshole.

The lady on the phone lets you know it’ll be at least an hour. You give her your card number and thank her before refilling your now empty glass.

As you’re sitting on the couch waiting for your food, you can’t help but replay the events of the evening. Then that takes you into a downward spiral as you think back to all of your exes.

Come to think of it, they’ve all left you for one reason or another. A majority of them cheated with someone way prettier than you. Wow, maybe you were the problem. Clearly you were going for guys out of your league.

Maybe you needed to reevaluate the standards you had. Which quite frankly, wasn’t much. You just wanted them to not be a serial killer.

Perhaps you should just give up on dating. You were perfectly happy alone. Maybe that’s how it was supposed to be for you.

Before your thoughts could spiral anymore, your doorbell rang. You glance at your phone. Damn that hour flew by.

You grab $10 out of your purse for a tip and open your door. As you’re grabbing the bags and thanking the delivery guy, Andy steps out of the elevator with confusion written all over his face. “Hey, Y/N. Thought you had a date?”

You could almost feel the tears trying to well up again. No, you weren’t going to cry. Especially in front of your handsome neighbor.

“Yeah, it uh, didn’t work out. Shit happens.”

He puts his key in the lock and opens his door then turns to look at you. “Not your type?”

You can’t help the rush of air that leaves your mouth. “Not exactly. I wasn’t his. Apparently Jane, our mutual friend, told him I was beautiful and well. He didn’t agree with her.”

Andy furrows his brows and cocks his head to the side. “What? Was he blind or something?”

You shake your head. “Nope. I just wasn’t up to his standards.”

Andy mumbles something under his breath. “Well, I’m sorry. Some guys can be real assholes.”

You wave him off. “No need to apologize. I get that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.”

Andy shakes his head. “Still, I’m sorry. That really sucks. And he really said you weren’t beautiful to your face?”

You give him a sad smile and shrug your shoulders. “It’s okay, really. I’m used to not being wanted. Have a nice night, Andy.”

You turn and head back into your apartment before he has a chance to reply. You don’t need his pity. You just need to drown yourself in the rest of your wine and gorge yourself on the greasy Chinese.

Just as you set the food down on the counter, you hear a knock at your door.

Confused, you head over and open it to find Andy standing there. And he looks kinda pissed.

“What do you mean you’re used to not being wanted?”

You sigh and put your hands on your hips. “It’s not the first time some guy hasn’t wanted me and it won’t be the last.”

Andy shakes his head as he pushes his way inside and shuts the door with his foot. “There’s just something I’m having a hard time wrapping my mind around.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “And what’s that?”

He then proceeds to walk closer to you, forcing you backwards until your back touches the wall. He puts his hands on either side of your head and gazes down at you. You’ve never been this close to him before. You can feel his chest move against yours as he breathes. You can feel the heat radiating off of him.God, he smells good.  You realize you’re not breathing and take a deep breath. He smiles down at you and takes his left hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear that had fallen free from your ponytail.

“That some moron would think that you’re not beautiful. He’s fuckin crazy, Y/N.”

Your breath hitches as his left hand has now grabbed the back of your neck to raise your lips towards his. You close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable kiss. “I guess I’m just not everyone’s kind of beautiful.”

He leans in, just barely brushing his lips against yours. “You’re my kind of beautiful.”

WIth that, he presses his lips to yours for a slow but intense kiss. You can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him all the way up against you. He grunts when his hardening cock comes into contact with your soft belly.

After a few minutes of intense kisses that take your breath away, he pulls back and presses his forehead against yours. “Will you let me show you how beautiful I think you are?”

You don’t even need to think about it. “Yes, please.”

He smiles and leans in for one more quick kiss. “Take me to the bedroom, pretty girl.”

You quickly grab his hand and lead him down the hall towards your bedroom, making a quick stop in the kitchen to throw the Chinese food in the fridge.

Once in your room Andy spins you around and presses your back up against his front. He leans forward and starts placing soft kisses against your neck. His left hand rests at your waist while his right hand moves up under your shirt towards your breasts. “Is this okay, pretty girl?” His voice is so low and husky. Your panties didn’t even stand a chance.

You nod. “Yes, please. Touch me, Andy.”

He groans a little and reaches up to cup your right breast in his hand. You hear him let out a growl as he continues to fondle your breast. While his left hand makes its way into your shorts, brushing his finger over your clit. You jolt forward at the sensation, whimpering out in the process.

“You like that, pretty girl? Like my fingers on your little cunt?”

You grab a hold of his wrist and writhe against him as he lowers his fingers towards your entrance. He gathers your slick up before moving his fingers back towards your clit and starts slowly circling it.

“Fuck, Andy. Feels so good.”

“Yeah? You want my fingers inside you, baby?”

You quickly nod. “Please. Need to feel you.”

He lowers his hand back down to your entrance and slowly slides his middle finger against your walls. You arch your back and moan out his name as he starts pumping it slowly.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight. When’s the last time you’ve been touched, pretty girl?”

“Too long. Feels so good. I need more. Please.”

His index finger quickly joins the middle one. He starts pumping them in and out of you quicker, curling them just right so they rub up against your g spot. “Oh, fuck!” You can’t help but yell out at the feeling. It’s been so long since someone’s taken the time to pleasure you, let alone find your g spot. You could feel the coil tightening already. You were embarrassingly close and he hadn’t even really started yet.

“You gonna cum for me already, pretty girl? Do it. Make a mess on my fingers.”

He moves his thumb and starts circling your clit. Your legs start shaking. He presses his thumb down just a little harder and you’re gone. You cum with a shout of Andy’s name into the otherwise empty room.

He continues pumping his fingers in and out but removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. “Good girl. So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

You lower your head in embarrassment. He spins you around and places his finger under your chin so he can raise your head so you’re looking at him. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl. I want to see everything.” He takes his left hand and raises it to his mouth, sucking your essence off of his fingers. He moans into his hand. “You taste so fucking sweet. Knew you would.”

He grabs your face to pull you in for a sweet kiss as he slowly pushes you towards the bed. The back of your knees touch your mattress before he pulls away. He smiles down at you as he grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it up and off, tossing it somewhere in the room. His gaze then falls to your breasts. He licks his lips hungrily. Before he can get too caught up, he hooks his thumbs into your shorts and pulls them and your panties down and off your legs, helping you step out of them.

He stands back up and pulls you in for another kiss, your hands fall to his chest. You start to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chest to you a little at a time. You pull away to get the last few buttons and push his shirt over his shoulders and are surprised to see his chest and abdomen sprinkled with various tattoos. You never would’ve guessed. You can’t help but let your hand trace over a quote on his collarbone or onto the eagle covering his pec.

“I never would have pegged you for a tattoo guy. These are amazing.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I only have them where they can be covered up by clothes.” He grabs your wrists to stop your tracing. “You can trace all of them some other time, pretty girl. Right now, I need to be inside of you.”

You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at his words. His dirty talk was going to be the death of you.

He moves his hands towards his belt buckle and starts undoing it. You couldn’t help but notice the slight tremble to his hands. You place your hands on top of his and look at his face. “Hey, if you don’t want to do this, that’s ok.”

He looks into your eyes and gives you a shy smile. “No, I want to. God, do I want to. It’s just, I haven’t been with anyone since Laurie and I guess I’m a little nervous.”

You couldn’t help the pull you felt at your heart at his words. He was nervous. Thank god. So were you. This beautiful man wanted to sleep with you, of course you were nervous. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m nervous too. You’re kind of intimidating.”

He cocks his head to the side and furrows his brows. “Intimidating? Why is that?”

You remove your hands from his and gesture up and down his body. “Just look at you. You’re breathtaking, Andy. And I’m just me.” Your gaze falls down to your feet, unable to look at him.

He puts his finger under your chin and raises your head so that you’re forced to look at him. “Speak for yourself, pretty girl. You’re the breathtaking one.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Yeah, right.”

His gaze on you hardens just a little. He grabs your hand and places it over his pants against his erection. “Do you feel that? Feel what you do to me? Nobody but you can make me this hard, pretty girl. I’ve been in a constant state of arousal since I moved in, watching you coming in and out of your apartment in your tight skirts and almost see-through blouses. Making me go fuckin’ crazy.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything or make a move then?” Of course your self doubt was starting to creep in. Maybe this was him just wanting to get his dick wet. You needed to know.

He grabs your hands and brings your knuckles to his mouth, giving them a soft kiss. “Honestly? I thought there was no way in hell an old man like me would have a shot with a sweet thing like you.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your mouth. “Please. You’re only 43.”

He pulls you in for a sweet, lingering kiss. “Yeah, well. Probably too old for you. But after what you said to me, about how you’re used to not being wanted? I stopped caring how old I was. I needed to show you just exactly how much you’re wanted. So, can I still show you, pretty girl?”

You quickly nod your head and help him finish removing his pants, leaving him in just his black briefs. The fabric doing nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock. Jesus. He looked big. Bigger than anything you’ve taken. You couldn’t wait.

You quickly pulled his briefs over his hips and down his legs. His cock sprang free and smacked against his inked abdomen, making him hiss. You grab him at the base and slowly start pumping him, looking at his face for his reaction. His head is thrown back and his eyes are closed as he moans out your name at the feeling. His hands are gripping your hips.

You smear his precum that’s gathered at the tip and use that to help jerk him off a little faster. You tighten your grip as you pick up your pace, loving the sounds you're pulling from him. You start to go on your knees when he suddenly pulls you back up. You look at him in confusion. “If I let you continue, this will be over before it even starts. Gonna make me blow my load like an inexperienced teenager.”

You couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself but once again furrow your brows as Andy walks to the other side of the bed. He starts looking around in your nightstand. “Do you have any condoms?”

You shake your head. “I did but they expired. If you’re okay with it, I’m on birth control. And I got tested after my last partner and I’m clean.”

He pushes the drawer to the nightstand back in and climbs onto the bed and lays on his back, hand lazily stroking his cock. “I’m more than okay with that. I just had a full work up done. I’m healthy as well.”

You barely acknowledge what he said, unable to remove your eyes from his hand that’s wrapped around his cock. You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth and let out a little whimper. Andy chuckles at you. “Well, are you going to just stare at it, pretty girl? Or are you going to hop on my lap and get comfy?”

That gets your attention. You meet his gaze. “You want me on top?”

He nods. “Wanna be able to see all of you, baby girl.” He removes his hand from his cock and pats his thigh. “Come on, pretty girl. Ride me.”

Well that sight just caused a new wave of arousal to pool at your core. You had only been on top once before and it was only for a short time.

You place your knees gently on the bed and crawl the short way to him. You swing your left leg over him so that you're sitting right above where he wants you. You thread your hands through his hair and lean down for a heated kiss. You lick his bottom lip, wanting in. He doesn’t even hesitate to open his mouth to let you in.

He places his left hand on your hip while the other grabs his cock. He pushes your body down so that you’re hovering over it. “Please. Fuck me, pretty girl.”

You keep your lips attached to his as you slowly sink down on him. You get about halfway before you stop and pull away to look at him, trying to slow down your breathing. He brings his right hand up to cup your cheek. “You ok? Do you wanna stop?” The quick shake of your head makes him chuckle. “No, god no. I just need a minute. You’re fucking huge Andy.”

He can’t help the cocky smirk that appears. “Yeah, I know. Just take all the time you need.” He rubs his hand up and down your back to help calm you down. It only takes you a few more seconds before you continue to impale yourself on his impressive dick.

You let out a breath of relief when your hips settle flush against his. He grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for another kiss. You slowly start rocking your hips against him. He feels fucking incredible. Hitting all the right spots inside of you.

You pull away from the kiss and raise up a little and plant your hands on your headboard for some leverage. The rock of your hips speed up significantly. You move all the way up until his tip is barely inside before you slam yourself back down against him. You’re pulling the most beautiful sounds from his lips. It makes you move that much faster and harder against him.

Andy moves his hands to your breasts and gives them a good squeeze. Then he starts pinching your nipples, eliciting a moan from you. “That’s it, baby girl. Doing so good. You look so gorgeous fuckin’ yourself on my cock. Goddamn. Riding me so well.”

The praise he’s giving you just spurs you on. You raise up even more and place your hands on his chest and pick up your pace just a little more. You can feel the coil tightening in your belly. You’re going to cum and hard.

Andy keeps his left hand on your breast and keeps pinching your nipple. He moves his right hand down until his thumb is pressing against your clit, giving you the friction you needed. “Can feel you squeezing me, pretty girl. Cum for me. Make a mess.”

He presses his thumb just a little harder and that’s all it takes. You free fall over the edge of bliss with a scream of Andy’s name, your hips faltering from their rhythm.

You slow down your pace as you come down from your high, collapsing against Andy’s chest. He cradles you in his arms and rubs his hands up and down your back. “Still with me, sweet girl?”

You weakly nod your head and take just a second to catch your breath. It takes you a moment to realize he didn’t finish. You raise your head off his chest to look at him. “Why didn’t you cum?”

He smiles and pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “Oh, I will. Don’t worry. Just wanted to watch you fall apart on top of me. And let me just say, it’s one of the prettiest sights I’ve ever seen. You look gorgeous when you cum, Y/N. Almost made me lose it. Think you can take some more?”

You nod your head eagerly, already wanting to cum around his cock again. “Then why don’t you be a good girl and turn around and get on your hands and knees for me?”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You quickly pull off of him and turn around to get on your hands and knees. He takes a second to admire the view of your once again dripping pussy before he gets up on his knees behind you. He grabs a hold of your ass and gives it a hard squeeze. “Such a nice ass. I bet it’ll jiggle real nice while I’m fuckin’ you.”

He grabs a hold of the base of his cock and moves it towards your entrance. Before he starts pushing in, he gives your right cheek a hard smack. You drop down onto your elbows and moan into the sheets below you. Fuck. You didn’t know you liked that. He places his right hand on your hip and squeezes.

“Hmm. We’ll have to revisit that later.” And that’s the last thing he says before he slams home. You arch your back and fist the sheets as he sets a hard and fast pace.

And boy was he right. Your ass does jiggle nicely with every snap of his hips against it. He threads his left hand through your hair and gives it a tug. It makes you clench around him. “Fuck, baby girl. Keep squeezing me like that and I’m not going to last long.”

You move your head to the side and peer back at him. You clench around him again and it earns you another groan and smack to your ass. “Want you to cum for me, Andy. Please. Fill me up.”

He stills for just a second and wraps his left arm around your chest and lifts you up until your back is flush against his chest. This time he keeps his thrusts nice and slow. He places a kiss to the side of your neck. “Yeah? Want me to fill that pussy up, huh? To claim you as mine?”

You let a whimper escape your lips and you grip onto his arm that’s holding you against him as he starts picking up the pace of his thrusts. You clench around him again. “I am yours, Andy.”

He quickly moves his right hand down and starts circling your clit. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re gonna make me cum. Cum with me, please.”

You start pushing back and meeting his thrusts, desperate to get him to his release.

It only takes a few more snaps of his hips and circles against your clit before you're both falling over the edge while moaning out the other's name.

He continues pumping his hips until he’s completely spent and gently moves to lay the both of you onto your sides, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms.

He slowly pulls out of you and turns you around so that you’re facing him. He tucks your now loose hair behind your ear. “Hi, there.”

You chuckle and move up against him and press your face into the crook of his neck. “Hello.” You place a gentle kiss to his pulse point and relax as he wraps his arms around you.

There’s only a few minutes of peaceful silence when:

“So, was that good for you?”

You pull away and look up at him with an incredulous look on your face and smack his shoulder. You both start laughing.

“Of course it was good for me. Did you enjoy yourself, Andrew?”

He pulls you in for another sweet kiss. “Oh, yeah. But you know. Just to be sure. We might need to do it again.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. It only makes you laugh once more.

“You are such a dork. How about we get a shower and then heat up the food you so rudely interrupted me from eating before?”

His jaw drops in mock hurt. “You weren’t complaining when I was making you come around my cock, pretty girl.”

You sit up and stretch your arms over your head. You swing your legs over the side and stand up, wobbling just a little. You hear a chuckle behind you and playfully send a glare his way as you make your way to the bathroom.

You turn on the light and can’t help but look at your reflection in the mirror.

Your hair is a hot mess, having fallen out of it’s ponytail. Your lips were swollen and red from all the kissing. Your nipples looked slightly red from all pinching they had been subjected to. Your skin flushed from the orgasms. And there was what looked like a bruise forming on your hip in the shape of his hand.

And yet. You’ve never felt more beautiful.

You see Andy walking up behind you in the mirror. He smiles at you.

You turn around and return it before throwing your arms around his neck and raising yourself up on your toes to pull him in for a kiss. He gladly wraps his arms around you and reciprocates.

You pull away with a smile still attached to your face. “Not that I mind, pretty girl. But, what was that for?”

You shrug. “Just thank you. For making me feel beautiful.”

He smiles down at you and pulls you in for another quick kiss. You can feel him hardening once again against your hip. “Why don’t we skip the shower for now? I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

And with that he pulls you back into the bedroom where he spends the rest of the night showing you that you’re his kind of beautiful.

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[beauty-and-passion]

Silly fun challenge prompt: what languages do you associate with the Sides/what would be the 2nd language each Side learn?

For example I am a big fan of Hispanic (Spanish speaking) Creativitwins fanon. And c! Thomas too could've learnt Spanish in high school and the fact his love interest is hispanic too just makes perfect sense-

And in contrast to Hispanic twins I headcanon Janus as a francophone (French speaking) for two reasons: 1) it was still lingua franca around Victorian era, his aesthetic inspiration and 2) dividing American high school by Spanish class vs. French class is like causing Civil War (I was and still am a language nerd, so I learnt both languages, which was a mistake but the kind of mistake that was worth it when you think about it later)

German suites Logan since lots of famous philosophers are German. I associate Japanese or Korean with Virgil since those two are really dominant in the current subculture world (and maybe our emo could've been inspired and turn into E-boy - wow that sounds terrifying)

I don't have strong preference on Patton's but Italian sounds nice, since all those music and dessert and anything sweet are often from Italy. And maybe 'Orange' can be some language that sounds harsh like Russian, so he can murmur in that in sleep and scares everyone else

I know you're in Europe: 1) you use GMT and 2) Americans wouldn't care about Eurovision. So I wonder how you would think based on your European experience!

Oooh, I like this! As European Who Studied Languages, I definitely approve this and I'll gladly add my two cents about which languages the sides should learn.

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Roman: He canonically knows Spanish and that's perfect like that. Spanish is a romantic language, someone speaks Spanish and you can't help but swoon. It’s a great choice for the Side responsible for romance and passion.

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Remus: Remus isn't just intrusive thoughts, but there’s a very high chance he’s also responsible for Thomas' sexual urges. So, what is the language made for sex? You’re right, it’s French. French is sexy. You can say anything in French and bam, ✨sexy ✨.

"Je sors la poubelle." Sexy, isn't it? Well, I just said "I'm taking out the trash". See? Very sexy.

(French people, please confirm my words. We all know it’s true)

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Janus: Your points are incredibly valid and I love them. But if we should choose among all languages, I would love Janus to be one of the very few (extremely few) people in the world who can speak Latin.

I know Latin is a dead language, but it would be great - and not just because of the connection with his name.

Let’s consider that the other Romance languages, despite evolving from Latin, cannot entirely understand it, because they all changed a lot through the centuries after mixing with the Germanic ones. On the other hand, the Germanic languages (English, German, Swedish and so on) are part of a completely different group, only slightly influenced by Latin, so they cannot understand it.

In other words, Janus would speak a language that only sounds familiar - and maybe you can grasp a couple words here and there if you know a romance language, but the true meaning is hidden. What is he actually saying? Who knows. Is he actually cursing someone? Who knows. After all, do you understand Latin? Yeah, me neither.

If I have to pick a language that is still spoken today instead, I think I'll join you with French. Your points are valid and French is a very elegant language, fitting for Janus’ whole aesthetic. So yes, French could work.

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Logan: German is a great choice and you are absolutely right with your point about the philosophers. Also German is a language of harsh sounds and strict grammar rules - for example:

declensions that should be used accordingly for articles, adjectives and nouns

specific verbs for specific meanings

words made by putting together shorter words (like Haustürschlüssel.  Haustür means “front door”, Schlüssel means “key” -> this word means “front door’s key”)

sentences that should follow a specific construction, with parts of the compound verb after the noun and part at the end of the sentence. And secondary phrases also have a specific syntax and should always be introduced by a comma

In other words, it's a very organized language and I think it would fit Logan.

But also, considering that almost all words related to science and philosophy come from Greek, I think Logan should at least understand some Greek. As a treat.

(Also because Greek is another incredibly complicated language, so if someone has the patience to learn it, it’s definitely Logan.)

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Virgil: oh my gosh, I never thought about an eastern language for Virgil. In a way, it would be a very peculiar choice and I kinda like it. Japanese and Korean are extremely complicated languages, they have a very specific alphabet (I'm especially thinking about the Japanese one, that even asks for a specific direction to write words) and require a lot of work (and memory) to learn them.

But Virgil is also a poet and when I think of poets and sonnets my first connection is with the french ennui, le mal du vivre and especially Baudelaire and his works. Virgil would appreciate Baudelaire a lot. So French, again.

But hey, there’s too much French now. So I’ll pick the other european literature full of sadness: the russian one.

Russian is supposed to be a big scary language and its alphabet is weird and omg what if they're cursing us? But if you learn it a little bit, you’ll find out that Russian has a lot of soft/open sounds (due to a good use of vowels) and it's very poetic.

So the language itself is a bit like Virgil: he seems scary and evil at a first glance, but if you learn about him, he's actually kinder than he looks.

But never underestimate Russian, because just like Anxiety, fear is just behind the corner: you start learning it and wow, there is just one present tense, one past tense and one future tense? This is great, what a wonderful language!

And then, before you’ll realize it, you will find out that each verb has a “doppelganger” used for entirely different purposes AND there a gazillion verbs of motion and you will end up crying on the floor, because there are just too many verbs - and look, there are also one trillion particles you can put before these verbs and they give them EVEN MORE MEANINGS.

No, this isn't entirely based on my personal experience, what makes you think that.

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Patton: I have never thought about Patton learning another language, because English just fits him too well.

But when you proposed Italian... well, my heart just wiped out everything else. There is nothing here, only Patton speaking Italian.

So yes, Patton's second language should be Italian. No, it must be Italian. Because French is the language of sex, Spanish is the language of love, but if you want to declare your eternal love to someone, you use Italian. Do you want to marry someone? Italian. Do you want to tell your significant other how much you adore them? Italian. Italian has one million ways to express love and Patton should use them all with his kiddos.

And yes, Italian is also associated with warm people, warm places and good food, all things Patton deserves and should enjoy. So Italian is a big yes.

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Orange: since Orange is a mystery, I am a bit torn between these two languages:

1) Esperanto: This language is amazing, because it isn’t a natural language, born like all others, but it has been built by a man, who wanted to create an universal language in order to foster world peace and international understanding.

So this language has been created to be as simple as possible, with a very regular grammar (unlike all other natural languages) and its words all have references to other language groups (romance, germanic, slavic, indo-europeans, finno-ugric languages and so on).

And if you actually listen to it (especially if you know some latin languages) you will find it weirdly understandable. I found this video in particular and I was impressed by how strangely familiar esperanto sounds.

And... that’s it, I just think it would be kinda poetic that the last side knows a language that all others can use and understand.

2) A Greenlandic language. Why? Because they are insanely polysynthetic.

What does that mean? If in German you can make words by putting together other two/three words (like in the example I used before), in the Greenlandic languages you can build an entire sentence by putting together nouns, verbs, articles and everything else. All together in one single word, whose meaning can be translated with an entire sentence in another language.

Do you want an example? Here is an example from Wikipedia: tuntussuqatarniksaitengqiggtuq.

Yes, this is a word.

This word is from the Yupik language and means "He had not yet said again that he was going to hunt reindeer.". And this word is made of:

tuntu- (= reindeer)

ssur-  (= hunt)

qatar- (future tense)

ni- (= say)

ksaite- (negative)

ngqiggte- (= again)

uq  (3rd.sing.IND)

Is this insane? This is fucking insane. Do you want to be scared? This is real fear. What the heck. How. Why.

You know what? This is perfect for Orange, I’ll leave Esperanto to Thomas. Orange deserves to be this scary. I can already see the other sides quiver before him.

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And so, here are my guesses! If someone has other ideas, feel free to add yours and tell us why, so we can all have a nice discussion :D

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[roonilwazlibimagines]

What are some of your scenarios to fall asleep to? 👀

Ahhhh I’m glad you asked !! Also please feel free to share some of yours they can be specific or vague idc I’m in desperate need

I will be going into heavy detail because I can’t help myself I’m sorry and I will put in both normal ones and Harry Potter ones

Also this is just like one big ramble I’m sorry I got too excited I literally turned into that Tik tok sound where it’s like ‘you’re asking me about my theories? I’ve waited years for someone to ask me about my theories’

Update - I think I’m just going to keep updating this as well when I think of new ones because I keep forgetting some

My most recent one is a royalty one where they’re like royalty but in their really prestigious and royal school they were academic rivals and did not get along and after school they like try to go their separate ways until a couple years later their parents force them into an arranged marriage for like the good of the country or whatever I don’t really care!! You can take it wherever you want from there but in case you were interested in mine he fell for her first and kinda gave up on the enemies thing pretty early on but she still made it clear he wasn’t her favourite person and she despised the situation and there is still constant teasing until she meets his sister or friend or whoever who says that they can’t believe how happy he is with them and she feels so bad because she thinks he deserves better and ends up being much meaner to him because she’s an idiot who can’t express her emotions and he gets angry at her because she’s being super mean after they were just starting to get along and they have a big argument and are forced to talk about their feelings and then I can never decide whether they actually like each other when they get married, I feel like either way is fun

I have a thing for royalty so my other one is literally just princess x stable boy and you can honestly take that wherever you want but I will tell you where I took it for some ✨inspiration✨ so I don’t have my drivers license and get really bad driving anxiety so I self projected and made her terrified of riding horses right (I’m so smart I know) and he is like trying to help her ride the horse and feel comfortable and like obviously they end up in love but I created drama because she sneaks out to his birthday party (!!) but his friends don’t like her because they just think she’ll be a snob but he obviously defends her but like it’s a perfect opportunity for a bit of an innocent princess as well

My personal favourite is the two co stars falling in love and like thinking about doing all those stupid interviews from like buzzfeed and all that and I personally love the trying foods from different places thing (like making them try fairy bread - because I’m from Australia and we aren’t that cultured and being mad when they don’t like it because it is my favourite food) and it’s great because i can make the guy any actor I am currently obsessed with 😭 but also like the red carpet opportunities and interviews and fan reactions and it’s very fun also this keeps my brain very busy because I like making it as realistic as possible and figuring out the actors timeline so I can match the story up with it, it’s always really intense, also if you want inspiration for what moving they’re staring in I always go for the live action version of tangled even if I don’t look anything like rapunzel

Another fun one is where one of them is in a band and you have a friend who is dating one of the other members but you don’t like the band and you’re not shy in letting the other members know that and it turns into an enemies to lovers thing but I haven’t really developed it because halfway through I ended up changing it with the fact that they befriend one of the members and like fall for them but the band member like ‘gets around’ and it makes them jealous until they drunkingly confess it made them jealous this one’s a bit of a mess and is tipping into a 2012 wattpad story but it was how I got back into my 5sos phase two years ago because I felt icky about them but I’m still a slut for Calum 😭

Another one I love is moving abroad to study or whatever (idk I just always need a reason to be in America/Uk because there’s no one here in australia) and you make friends with someone who turns out to be related to someone really famous (insert whoever you want) and you meet them and you think they’re the hottest person you’ve ever seen and you get drunk to gain confidence to talk to them and you’re like unashamedly flirting with them and they think it’s cute and you’re funny but the whole little plot twist is that you don’t know they’re famous (famous people love that, trust me, I have about 10 wattpad stories in my library that can prove this) !! And the don’t believe you don’t know they’re famous !! Anyways I took it in a sugar daddy direction but each to their own!

Specifically for Harry Potter though, you ask?

Currently I am obsessed with Regulus Black and for about the past two weeks I’ve been obsessed with the idea of James potter sibling x regulus black enemies to lovers story and then about a week ago I found an actually good wattpad story about it?!?! (I have recommended it here with warnings but I really encourage you to read it if you’re not a minor) but you can also do your own version because I am still doing my own version and will continue to do my own version tonight even if I am obsessed with the wattpad one !! Currently I am up to post Hogwarts and her and regulus are trying to defeat Voldemort and regulus tells her that Peter is going to betray James and so ofc she tells James but James is like ‘how to do you even know this??’ And he is so afraid and gets angry at her and it’s really dramatic and she tells him she’s dating regulus and then he gets super mad at her because she’s dating like one of the most well known and loyal death eaters (even if regulus is sneakily trying to destroy Voldemort) and because he didn’t tell her and it’s very dramatic

My favourite Sirius black idea is also a James potters sibling one, but I never have any good ideas for it and just end up self projecting so if anyone has any ideas, I am begging you, please tell me !!!

My other Sirius black one is one I’ve been working on for like the last 4 years of my life and I probably should write it but who knows, but basically it’s a 10 things I hate about you x Harry Potter story where reader is about a year or so older than the marauders and she is like Kat Stratford (for people who haven’t watched it the best way to describe her is just an angry early 2000s feminist who is like anti dating and fun (kinda)) but she is Lily Evans sister!! And so Lily gets fed up of James constantly asking her out and makes an offhand comment that she’ll date him when her sister goes on a date with someone and James is like really?!? And Lily is like ‘sure’ because she knows her sister will never date anyone at Hogwarts so James tells the marauders and Remus is like ‘if anyone can take her on a date, it’s Sirius’ and Sirius is like ‘no, I’m stupid but not that stupid’ and James is like ‘please I’ll pay you’ and Sirius is easily bribed so he tries to get her to go on a date with him and like she doesn’t until she does and then finds out he only did it because James paid him but then they fall in love? Basically just 10 things I hate about you lol

My next one is with Draco Malfoy and all it is is that reader comes from a pure blood family and they’ve known each other since they were babies and it’s like basically destined they get married but she gets like really upset when he gets the mark which makes for a good cuddling and crying scene and like idk people are probably more creative than me but I just like reimagining scenes from hp but with this new character so like Poa when she gets angry at him about buckbeak or the bathroom scene (maybe she duels Harry?) and she’s so upset about Draco and comforts him, or helping him in sixth year and comforting him or the quidditch scene in the fifth book (weird note, but I’ve always headcannoned that my original character finds out about dumbledores army but doesn’t say anything and like the da knows she knows but she doesn’t tell Draco or maybe Draco finds out and gets angry at her?)

My other one is another Draco malfoy one where James and Lily live and she’s Harry’s younger sister (and Voldemort isn’t a thing) but like there’s still stereotypes and beliefs and such and like it’s obviously enemies to lovers and maybe they get prefect duties together ? (I am a sucker for this trope in Harry Potter) but then when they do date they try to hide it but Harry finds out but doesn’t say anything until they get into a fight at home and he is like ‘well at least I’m not fucking Draco malfoy behind everyone’s back) (in my head they aren’t fucking because they’re still in Hogwarts but you get the idea) and James and Lily are just like ‘WHAT?!’ Like idk I just think it’s funny imagining James and Lily finding out their kid is dating Draco and Lucius and narcissus finding out Draco is dating a potter - so many possibilities!

Update 6.10.21

I also have one for Charlie Weasley !! And basically you’re friends with the twins and like you go your whole Hogwarts life with the biggest crush on Charlie but like he low key doesn’t even know who you are and you want to become a healer and then after Hogwarts there is a position in Romania and you take it because you know Charlie’s there and at first he is like hmmm I think I know you and you explain you’re friends with the twins and obviously he falls in love with you I also took it in a nsfw direction where it’s like major innocence kink because Charlie is just such a dom to me and he like teaches you everything but he makes sure you’re happy and safe and it’s not really like serious sex you’re both just having fun and he kinda introduces you to dom/sub dynamics but you can do whatever is most comfortable

#I’m probably going to regret posting this #it’s a mess #but let me know if you do actually use any of them and how you change the story #and please feel free to share some of yours because I am running out of scenarios 😭😭 #scenarios

[writefandoms]

The Outfit

Levi x Female!Reader

Summary: You buy Levi a new outfit to wear during sexy times🥴 (NSFW, blowjobs)

Word Count: 2.1k

“What was that?”

The short captain scowled at your cocky expression, embarrassment mixing with anger in eyes.

“You heard me, dumbass.” Not being able to hold eye contact, his steel orbs wander to the wall beside him.

Being on Levi’s squad had a lot of advantages, it was well known that the Great Captain Levi chose only the best of the best for his team. So many cadets and new recruits looked up to you because of your skills. On top of that you were one of the only women on his squad, besides Petra. You couldn't help but feel pride when young girls would say you were their inspiration.

But that’s besides the point, your skill was enough to catch the might Captain’s eye. And after late nights of drinking and occasionally crying, you built a good relationship with the shorty. A relationship that turned into something less pure.

Now, the usually stoic and cold captain, is standing before you looking like a nervous teenager confessing his love to his crush.

“Sorry couldn’t hear you, Captain. Could you repeat that please?” The glint in your eyes didn’t match your innocent tone.

As much as he scoffs and glares, Levi loves this part of you. He sucked his teeth before staring straight at you, “I’ll wear the stupid dress.”

You knew what he was going to say, but making him say it himself only added to the satisfaction of cracking his armor.

“Oh? Why did you change your mind?” He obviously didn’t like the teasing because he swiftly turned around and stomped away, you could hear him muttering under his breath.

“I’ll see you later, Captain,” You call out to his fleeting form.

The clock ticked loudly throughout your empty room. Time always moved so slowly when you had to wait. Sitting in a sofa chair besides your bed, your boot taps against the wood floor. He was a clean freak, so he was definitely showering or something after such a long day.

It wasn’t much longer until you heard three light taps on your door, making you shake with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath you called for them to enter, trying to hide your excitement but probably failing horribly.

Your beloved Captain walks in, shutting the door behind him. “Let’s get this over with.”

Smirking at his poor attempt at seeming bored you retort, “As I recall, you’re the one who said they wanted to do this.” Leaning back in your chair you cross your legs, “If you don’t want this then leave, you know I would never force you into anything you don’t want.”

Levi knew what you were doing, while you loved riling him up, consent was key in any healthy relationship. Ticking filled the room once again as Levi stayed glued to his spot by the door.

“Good. Lock the door.” A small clicking of the door locking followed quickly. He remained at the door awaiting further instruction.

“Back of the bottom drawer.” You pointed towards your dresser, watching as his small form moved swiftly across your room.

He crouched and opened the drawer, “Do you just throw your clothes in here?” he complains.

“Just keep looking.” You roll your eyes as he grumbles as he probably fights the urge to re-fold all your clothes.

You knew he found what he was looking for when he went completely silent. Standing up once again, this time with a black and white clump of fabric in his hand. He pinches a shoulder in each hand and lets the ruffled dress unravel.

He scans the outfit for a moment. It’s adorable in your opinion, him and the maid outfit. You were shopping with your squad mates when you saw the dress.

A black dress with a white trim that connects with a short black skirt, a white apron tied around the waist, and a pair of thigh high white socks. There were cute little black bows on the sleeves.

You couldn’t stop the dirty thoughts from attacking your brain and crotch, imagining Levi wearing such a sexy outfit. Not wanting to chance someone else taking it, you purchased it right then, jokingly bringing it up to Levi a couple days ago. But it seems that seed only grew in the Captain's dirty mind.

“You like it?” Now standing behind him peering over his shoulder, worrying that he might not like the style.

“It’s not wrinkled like all your other clothes.” That’s a yes, you grin.

Pressing your chest against his back, your arms wrap around his waist. “You’re gonna look so perfect.” He shutters as you kiss a trail down his neck.

“Now go get dressed.” Pulling away he looks at you with a dazed look on his face, only nodding and walking to your personal bathroom.

Once the door fully shut you let out a small squeal of joy, unable to contain yourself any longer. Nothing is more attractive than a man who isn’t consumed by his own pride. Of course a man can be masculine, live your life however you want, but when it becomes the end all be all then it’s an issue.

Being comfortable with your body is an attractive quality, one that Levi most certainly doesn’t lack. This fact is only solidified when he exits the bathroom, maid outfit wrapped snugly around his form.

His normally small waist was more apparent with the apron tied around him, his hips appeared larger due to the flare of the black skirt. Underneath the skirt revealed his smooth pale thighs. That soft skin on both sides of your head, gently squeezing you as you worked him to the edge with your mouth. That’s a feeling you're all too familiar with.

Unfortunately, the remainder of his legs are covered by a thin white material. Disappointment quickly fades as you take in the white stockings on his slender legs, somehow the extra piece of cloth made the outfit feel more lewd.

“My eyes are up here,” he snaps at you as your eyes begin to linger to unholy places, “Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

“Aw, but you look so beautiful it’s hard not to stare.” His cheeks turn pink at your compliment, but doesn’t respond.

“I gave you a compliment,” you place a finger under his chin tilting his head back, giving him a faux look of sadness. “So what do you say?”

His eyes widen at the authoritative tone in your voice, legs unconsciously squeezing together. “T-thank you…”

Hearing Levi stutter is a rarity that blesses you more than anyone in the Survey Corps. He is clearly struggling to maintain his composure.

You’ve only touched his chin and he’s already turning red and pulling his skirt to hide his growing bulge.

“Of course,” pulling your hand away, you swear he chases after your touch before controlling himself and remaining still. “Now I have a few ideas about how we can spend the night.” You sit back on your sofa chair, motioning for him to approach you.

He takes a few steps until his legs are touching yours. Spreading your legs, pulling him closer, his knees bump into the front of your chair. Hands gripping his elbows slowly sliding down to hold his hands.

Leaning forward, you rest your chin against his chest peering up at him. Due to his short stature, he’s only about a foot taller than you, when you’re sitting down. Pupils blown out, pink cheeks, and racing pulse. All telltale signs of your captains excitement.

“You’re beautiful.” Silver eyes widen a touch, clearly not expecting the praise. Quickly masking his surprise, he rolls his eyes and scoffs.

Chuckling slightly at the man's childish behavior, you release one of his hands. Fingers dancing along the front of his dress, the light touches making him press his lips together to prevent any sounds from escaping.

“So sensitive tonight, Levi.” Before he can retort, your fingers pinch his right nipple.

He arches into you, a small gasp followed by a low moan as you twist the hardening bead between your fingers.

“And so cute.”

“Shut… Aah… up.”

“Let’s take this to the bed, yeah?” He pulls away and goes to sit on your bed. You take a moment to take off your boots, knowing he’ll throw a fit if he sees you wearing shoes in bed.

Levi’s sitting at the foot of the bed, with his legs dangling over the side. Such an innocent position gives you the nastiest idea.

Rounding the bed, you sit on your knees on the ground in front of him.

“What the hell are you doing? You know how filthy that floor is?” His endless questions are silenced when you place a hand on his knee, slowly moving upwards.

“I thought I’d give you a little appetizer before we got to the main course.” Grinning widely you place your other hand on his other thigh, “Well I guess I’ll be the only one eating.”

“Such a shitty joke…” You lift up the front of his skirt, only to find he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. A very welcomed surprise.

“Boxers would have looked weird.” He’s looking off to the side, clearly sensing your next question.

For someone who seemed so against the idea, he was actually worried about ruining the aesthetic?

But you keep your teasing to yourself, not wanting to make him stomp off. You let his skirt fall back over his thighs.

Leaning forward, he shudders at the gentle trail of kisses as your lips travel up his stocking clad knees. Moving higher with each kiss, closer to the exposed skin of his thigh. Kisses turn into love bites, leaving a trail of crescent indentions and saliva along the inside of his thigh.

It only takes a few touches and his dick is already straining against the ruffled material. Instead of holding the skirt up, you opt to just throw it over your head, hiding your face from Levis' line of vision.

“Hey- Ah!” Your fingers wrap around his cock, giving it a slow jerk. Already drops of precum leak from it’s reddened tip.

“Ahh!” He moans above you, sounds slightly muffled from the layers of clothing above you.

Speeding up your jerking, you lean closer towards his dick and give it a few licks. All the way up the shaft, reveling in the slight quivers of his thighs. Parting your lips you take in the tip, giving it a light suck. Levi lets out a loud groan above you, his hand now on the top of your head.

His noises only encourage you to move your head faster, taking him deeper in your mouth. Obscene noises fill your ears and mix with his moans of pleasure.

Swirling your tongue around his tip, the salty precum hits the back of your throat the more you suck. His thighs spasm, squeezing tightly around your head. An obvious sign that he won’t last another minute.

Pulling him out of your mouth with a wet pop, you push the skirt off from over your head.

“It was so hot down there-” You cut yourself off once you caught sight of his expression.

His face was beyond hot. He looked absolutely fucked.

A thin layer of sweat covered his face, redness across his cheeks and ears, and a trail of drool trailing down his chin.

Although you just had his dick in your mouth, the look on his face is what makes you clench your thighs together. A familiar wetness building between your legs.

Standing up so quickly, you got a bit of a head rush. Levi jumps at your sudden movement, looking up at your hungry gaze. He bends his knees and pushes himself backwards up the bed. You follow after him, crawling on your knees towards him.

“I can’t wait to fucking destroy you.” You can see him visibly shiver at your dominant tone.

“Then hurry up…” He demands, a slight tremble in his voice.

Oh god. This man will be the death of me.

Pressing a palm against his chest, you push him down to lay against the pillows.

“Relax, baby.” The small resistance he meets you with melts at your words, “Let me take care of you.”

Laying flat on your stomach, you move his legs so they’re bent over your shoulders.

“Comfortable?” He shifts his hips down a bit before nodding. “Good. Remember two taps to stop.”

The heels of his feet dig into your back, pulling you closer to his torso. A silent plea to shut up and make him forget all his worries.

“Okay, okay!” So pushy, shorty.” He glares but says nothing, as you lift the front of the skirt.

“Now be a good Captain, and keep your voice down.” He grunts as you take the leaking tip into your mouth, giving a gentle suck.

Pulling away with a ‘pop’, fingers wrapping around his shaft jerking at a quick pace.

“We don’t wanna wake our comrades, do we?”

I hope this 2k word self-indulgent fanfic of Levi in a maid outfit makes up for my month absence☺️ Please tell me what y’all think❤️

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[capseycartwright]

your love takes me there, this I swear

buck loves just about everything about eddie - but he especially loves his hands. 

or, musings on how buck fell in love with eddie because of his hands. inspired by this gifset of eddies hands and my utter lack of self-control!

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Buck loves just about everything about Eddie. Really - the list of things he loves about Eddie is long, and possibly embarrassing, and ranges from the perfectly mundane like Eddie’s smile, to the downright cringey, like how much he likes the tiny, adorable snuffling noises Eddie makes when he’s sleeping on his side. 

Buck loves everything about Eddie -

But he especially loves his hands.

Buck’s not entirely sure when he first noticed Eddie’s hands, but he thinks it was probably fairly early on in their friendship. It sort of came with the territory, noticing hands - hands that worked to save someone's life on a medical call, hands that fought fires. Buck probably noticed fairly early on, because he had to watch Eddie work, and how could he not notice that Eddie had quick, clever hands - hands that had clearly seen plenty of medical emergencies before and knew how to work quickly and effectively? He admired it - even underneath all his initial assholerely, Buck admired it. Eddie was a clever guy, and good at his job, and he’d been a threat, in the beginning, and then he’d quickly become Buck’s best friend in the entire world.

Eddie’s hands were focused, and clever, at work - they had been from day one. Buck, to this day, liked to sit back and admire Eddie’s hands when he could. Eddie’s hands were clever, and they were strong. Every day of his life, when Buck put his uniform on and started work, he put his life in Eddie’s hands, and Eddie had never given him a reason to question the unwavering faith Buck had felt from the moment they’d worked to save that man’s life in the ambulance. Eddie’s hands were the hands that Buck trusted to double-check his harness, when he was going to do a rope rescue - it was a job Buck had never really even trusted Bobby to do, always doing a third check when someone else had checked him over, just to be sure - but Buck trusted Eddie to do it. The routine was familiar, now - Buck would harness up, and Eddie would double-check every clip, every knot, tugging and tightening with a practiced ease and familiarity. 

Eddie’s hands were the ones who would operate the winch, when Buck was doing a rope rescue. Buck always felt safe, knowing Eddie’s hands were the ones that were holding onto his rope, that Eddie’s hands were the ones his life was in. Eddie’s hands were the safest place Buck had ever known. Eddie’s hands were the ones he felt on his shoulder, during a fire, reassuring him that Buck wasn’t alone. Eddie’s hands worked alongside his, to wrangle hoses and pull victims out of fires. They were hands Buck knew as well as his own - hands that felt like an extension of his own, while they worked. 

He noticed the way Eddie’s hands worked, first - and then he noticed how Eddie handled Christopher. Buck was probably biased, yes, but he firmly believed Eddie was the best father in the entire world. Eddie - he never babied Christopher, never made his son feel less than, he was never cold with Chris, never denied his son anything. The first time Buck met Christopher, he’d driven Eddie to Christopher’s school, and he’d watched as the hands that had saved lives in the aftermath of the earthquake had lifted his son into a relieved hug with a gentleness Buck hadn’t seen from the older man, until then. 

Eddie’s hands were always gentle, and loving, with Christopher. Over the years, Buck had watched as Eddie’s hands had ruffled Christopher’s hair, hands that had helped Christopher with his crutches, hands that had supported and loved the little boy in all the ways Buck had never experienced in his life. He thinks - in hindsight - watching Eddie with Christopher only ever helped Buck fall completely in love with Eddie. Eddie was soft, and kind, and gentle, and patient with his son - even when Christopher was throwing the kind of epic tantrum Buck wasn’t sure he’d know how to handle, Eddie would simply give his son a firm look, and with gentle hands, direct him to the couch and explain that they needed to talk about their feelings - not shout about them.

How could Buck not fall in love with the hands that tucked Christopher into bed every night, hands that put Christopher’s glasses aside when Christopher fell asleep while they were reading - hands that easily lifted Chris from the couch and into bed, after movie night, hands that were raising the best kid Buck knew. Eddie didn’t give himself enough credit, if you asked Buck - because he was the greatest example of fatherhood Buck had ever seen, and he got to see it every single day. Buck felt like he learned from it - learned how to be a role model, putting Eddie’s parenting into practice as Jee-Yun got older and Buck’s role in her life felt infinitely more important than ever.

Buck noticed the way Eddie’s hands worked, first - and the way they loved Christopher, second. 

The way Eddie’s hands loved him was the greatest revelation of Buck’s life. Looking back - Eddie’s hands had been telling Eddie’s secrets for years, long before Eddie himself had ever confessed his feelings for Buck. Buck remembered the first time they hugged - really hugged, and not the slap on the back,  bro-style hugs that had dominated the first few months of their friendship. 

No, their first real hug had been after the bombing - Buck didn’t like to think about those few months, all that much, and he liked to think about the time he spent in the hospital even less, but there was a moment that he liked to think about. Buck had been alone - which was rare, given the shifts the 118 and his family took to keep him company as he recovered - and Eddie had come, late, after a shift, and he’d found Buck crying. Buck had been too tired and emotionally wrung out to be embarrassed, and Eddie had simply wiped away his tears with those magnificent, healing hands, and he’d hugged Buck close, as though he could squeeze him hard enough and put all the broken pieces of Evan Buckley back together and from that moment Buck was sure the only place he could truly be happy was when he was being held in Eddie’s hands. 

Eddie’s hands had told the story of his feelings long before Eddie had said the words out loud - hands that offered Buck coffee, on his bad mornings. Hands that took Buck’s keys from him, on the days he was too tired to drive, hands that bundled Buck into the passenger seat of Eddie’s car. Hands that lingered and hands that held Buck close and hands that loved and said so much long before either of them had found the words for what had started burning between them so many years previously.

Buck remembered the moment it had all been set alight - and you’d have to forgive the ironic metaphor, for a firefighter, but he wasn’t sure there was any other way to describe how it felt to finally love Eddie loudly and freely - it was as though his body had been set alight with it all and Buck had been so fucking happy to burn because it was Eddie, and maybe that wasn’t all that eloquent but Buck would walk through fire every day of his life if it meant he got to have five minutes at the end of every day with Eddie - he was just lucky that he got Eddie for so much more than 5 minutes, he got to have Eddie all the time.

Eddie had kissed him first. Buck would always remember the moment - the way their argument seemed to stop, right in the middle, because suddenly, you could cut the tension between them with a knife and something shifted and changed and Eddie was cupping Buck’s face in those beautiful hands of his and he was kissing Buck like he was worth something and pleading with Buck to understand that regardless of anyone else - Eddie couldn’t live without him. 

Buck loved being loved by Eddie’s hands. Over the years, it felt like Eddie’s hands had mapped every single inch of Buck’s body - Eddie’s magical, magnificent hands knew exactly where to touch, where to tickle, where to hold. God - Buck would never get over how it felt to be held by Eddie. Eddie had big hands - and the multitude of entirely not PG fun that brought about aside - Eddie’s hands were big enough to make Buck feel held. Eddie’s hands felt like they spanned the entire expanse of Buck’s ribcage, familiar and grounding when it felt like Buck’s lungs were being crushed with the weight of the anxiety that felt like it was never going to let him be, even after years of therapy and talking and recovery. Even then, Eddie’s hands were steadying, keeping Buck above water.

Buck loved to hold Eddie’s hand. Eddie’s hands - just like the rest of Eddie - were warm, warm and calming and familiar and Buck took every opportunity he could to link his fingers with Eddie’s - across the centre console of the car, in the grocery store, sitting on the couch watching TV after Christopher had gone to bed. 

Buck could write a novel, about the way Eddie’s hands felt - calloused, and a little rough, the result of a life spent working manual jobs that required those helpful, healing hands of Eddie’s. They were still soft, though - soft, and warm, and familiar, and the greatest comfort Buck had ever known, whether that comfort was in a ridiculous haunted house Chimney had forced them to go to (it was, in Buck’s defence, actually terrifying, and he’d been justified in holding onto Eddie’s hand with a death grip), or whether that comfort was the steadying presence of Eddie by his side as his doctor had quietly admitted Buck’s yearly scan of his leg had shown a strange abnormality. Hands that had held Buck close as he panicked, and cried, hands that had shared in Buck’s joy as everything had turned out to be just fine. 

Hands that had shaken, as he’d proposed to Buck. They’d talked about marriage, in that vague, far off, maybe one day sense - and if Buck was being honest, he wouldn’t have minded if they had never gotten married. What they had, the love he and Eddie shared, was too big to be described only by marriage and a ring - but Buck couldn’t deny the thrill that had gone down his spine as Eddie had gotten down on one knee and produced a ring with shaking hands and asked Buck to make it official.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Buck hummed happily, leaning back against Eddie as his husband slotted himself behind Buck on the couch on their hotel balcony, bracketing Buck’s hips with his knees. “Just thinking,” he said, marking his place in his book, twisting a little so he could look at Eddie. The four days of glorious, uninterrupted sunshine had done wonders for Eddie, a healthy glow to his skin that could only be the result of a slow, lazy, ‘we’re not doing a single adventurous or touristy thing’ kind of honeymoon. 

“About good things?” Eddie asked, those glorious hands of his threading through Buck’s hair, familiar as they tugged at his salt-water matted curls. 

“About you,” Buck admitted, twisting his fingers with Eddie’s, taking a second to admire the bright platinum wedding band that sat there - a wedding band Buck had put there only a few short days ago. It was simple, plain and thin to anyone who might give it a passing glance - and engraved on the inside, decorated with words that would only ever go a fraction of the way of explaining the love that Buck felt for Eddie - love that consumed him in the best and brightest and most welcome ways. 

“I’m right here,” Eddie reminded, as though Buck could forget that he was on a blissful, week-long honeymoon with his husband in a very fancy, very quiet, five-star hotel. It had taken them a long time to get to where they were - and so they had decided they were going to savour every single second of their first week of marriage. 

“I know,” Buck reassured, pressing a kiss to the back of Eddie’s hand. “I was just reminding myself of how much I love you.” 

Eddie’s smile was the most glorious thing Buck had ever seen - forget art, and music, and ancient cities full of history. No, Eddie Diaz’s smile was one of the greatest wonders of Buck’s world. “I love you too,” Eddie reassured, his other hand coming to rest on Buck’s chest, right where his heart was, and a part of Buck wanted to scream it in time with the thrum of his own heartbeat, to try and make Eddie understand what Buck still felt like he didn’t have the words for - it’s yours, it’s yours, it belongs to you.

Buck loved Eddie’s hands - hands that healed, and helped, hands that had given Buck hope, hands that loved. 

Hands he was going to get to hold onto forever. 

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