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theflyingfeeling · 5 months

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Sixth Day of Gift-Giving: Sappy Sentences

Prompt: “I missed you like I never missed anyone before.”

Short and sweet and sappy with little to no plot, much uwu about nothing if you will 💕 Read the previous part of the story here (day 5 was unrelated to the on-going story)

Warmth spread to Olli’s entire body as the two of them softened into the kiss. He felt his knees shake just a bit, probably from having been crouching by the bathtub keeping Rilla entertained during her bath, but likely also from just the sheer thrill of having Aleksi’s mouth on his once again. Combined with the adrenaline still buzzing in his veins from the silly flour fight, Olli was sure he would’ve collapsed at Aleksi’s feet like a fair maiden if Aleksi had not been holding him firmly by his hips.

Kissing Aleksi felt familiar, because it was, yet it felt entirely different than it had That One Night. There was eagerness, but no haste; desire, but no pressuring urge; craving, but this time there was no voice in Olli’s head convincing him he was wrong in submitting to this forbidden lust he had been harbouring for so long, the lust that had at last been lured out in the dark of their hotel room by two or three glasses of wine too many and eight hectic consecutive days of playing late-night shows in a different North American town every night, with radio interviews or promotional events to attend in between. Back then, Olli hadn’t even been in the mindset to really pay attention to detail, such as the gentleness of Aleksi’s touch (or maybe it had just been that much more desperate the last time) or the small sighs he let out when they broke apart to catch their breath before connecting their lips once more (although, it might as well be they simply hadn’t stopped when they had last been intimate like this, too consumed by their hunger for each other that pausing had not been an option until they’d passed out).

The one thing he did remember and which felt exactly as it had then was the softness of Aleksi’s hair at the back of his neck where Olli’s hands were currently roaming, feeling every inch, tracing the same trails they had once travelled with the fear of perhaps never being given the chance to do so ever again. It was all so lovely that it overwhelmed Olli a little and he was forced to break the kiss again, his forehead and nose still pressed against Aleksi’s as he breathed heavily, a short, somewhat incredulous laugh escaping his mouth.

He tried his best to come up with something to say, but it was as if Aleksi had inhaled all the words out of his brain. Accepting how it was, Olli laughed again, torn between kissing Aleksi once more or just enjoying the comfortable intimacy between them.

“Oh. Fuck,” Aleksi said after a while, just as Olli had made up his mind about leaning in for another kiss.

“What?” Olli asked. He had to consciously force his looming insecurities aside as to appear lighthearted, despite his heart almost skipping a beat when he saw Aleksi’s regretful wince.

“I, umm… I thought I had turned off the stove before we came here to wash Rilla but… it smells like I maybe didn’t after all?”

It was now that Aleksi mentioned it when Olli, too, could detect a faint smell of smoke, presumably coming from his kitchen.

Oh. Fuck.

~*~

“You know what? I say we should’ve just ordered take-out in the first place,” Aleksi said with a grin, scooping the last of his dessert pudding. Olli had to agree; the three-course meal delivered to their door from Olli’s favourite restaurant downtown had been more delicious than probably anything they would’ve cooked themselves (or at least if Olli would have been contributing).

“Or gone to a restaurant, never mind the weather. Even that would’ve required less effort than…” Aleksi trailed off, glancing around the kitchen. It had taken them a good while to get the floor clean from all the flour and to air out the room to get rid of the smell of burnt food (...again) without letting too much warmth from the indoors be wasted. By the time their actually edible dinner arrived, they had barely had time to wipe sweat off their foreheads and exchange a few easy, yet still somewhat shy kisses: easy because their mouths fit together so perfectly, and shy because they still couldn’t quite believe it really was happening.

“Would you like to go to a restaurant, then? Tomorrow, for example?” Olli suggested, his cheeks suddenly feeling warmer, as if he was a teenager asking their crush out on a date for the first time.

“That would be nice, I think,” Aleksi smiled. Then he seemed to hesitate for a moment before reaching over the table to take Olli’s hand in his. The simple touch made Olli swoon. He could’ve easily spent the rest of the evening just like that, sitting by the kitchen table, holding the hand of a special someone who had only moments ago made Olli the happiest he had been in a long while by kissing him back in the bathroom (of all places), but the sounds of a little nose sniffing around behind the front door in the hallway brought them both back to earth from the pink cloud they had been floating on for the few seconds they had fondled each others fingers.

“She needs to go out soon,” Aleksi sighed. In his mind, Olli decided Aleksi would’ve rather stayed like that for a little longer as well (he wasn’t going to make a total fool of himself by asking, for goodness' sake).

“We better bundle up, then. It just started snowing.”

~*~

Rilla didn’t seem to mind the minor blizzard, which was quite uncharacteristic of her, at least according to Aleksi. They could hardly keep up with the dachshund as she lead the way, only stopping to do her business or to poke a suspicious-looking lump of snow with her nose every now and then. Perhaps the fresh tracks left on the snow by a hare gave Rilla the extra motivation to keep going.

Then, she suddenly stopped. Maybe she had heard something the human ear was deaf to, or smelled the hare that had clearly escaped in the nearby woods and was probably watching them from the dark. Either way, it offered Olli an opportunity to slide his hands inside Aleksi’s open winter jacket to warm himself and press soft kisses to his cheek and lips, not caring if his neighbours might see them.

“I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Where else would I be?” Aleksi mumbled against Olli’s lips, making Olli want to kiss him harder (and he did).

By their feet, Rilla sat down, her brown button eyes staring intensely into the dark forest.

“I mean. I’m glad you asked me to come,” Aleksi said once they broke the kiss. “I’m not sure if I would have dared to suggest it myself.”

Olli said nothing, but kept grazing his nose against Aleksi’s cheek, leaving his lips free in case he wanted to keep talking.

“But I was… losing my mind over how much I missed you. More than I’ve ever missed anyone in my life before. It was… confusing, even.”

“I know,” Olli then responded. He knew all too well what Aleksi was talking about; missing someone who you were not supposed to be missing quite that much; longing for their company although you spent more time together than you did apart during the average year; craving for their touch of which you had only been given a mere taste before. It was baffling, to say the least – heart-wrenching, to be more exact. Some days, Olli had almost felt like carving his entire heart out of his chest and sending it to Aleksi in Helsinki, since it belonged to him anyway and would be of no use to Olli without the man near him.

“I know,” Olli repeated, for the lack of anything better to say. He doubted Aleksi would’ve found his heart-carving plans particularly romantic, so he settled for just kissing him again, soft snowfall speckling their clothes as the pines and fir trees surrounding them murmured their stories in the December breeze.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #this is pointless and a bit of a filler but i hope you find it cute anyway. at least they make out some more 💞#probably gonna rephrase all the dialogue prompts i'm using a little bit to make them fit better #alsooooo idk if anyone even cares but:#in case there's someone who's wondering what happened 'that one night' which has been mentioned a couple of times #there will be a flashback chapter at some point 👀

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starlightsearches · 1 year

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Homewrecker

hey all! i first started writing this after i watched the movie, and then i was possessed by the need to fuck that old man and i finished it off. hope you like it!! comments, likes, and reblogs sustain me 💖

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Burt Fabelman x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, infidelity, age gap but reader is of age, car sex, language, smoking, maybe a tiny bit ooc because i only saw the movie once. Let me know if I missed anything uwu

The lit end of your cigarette smolders just outside the glow from the Fabelman's windows, and you take a deep drag, blowing the smoke from your nose, watching the stars flicker on and off in the black sky. There's the tinkling of a piano on the other side of the wall, and a giggle from one of the children—the children who had been sound asleep moments ago, before their parents returned.

"You shouldn't be doing that, you know."

That's Mr. Fabelman at the door. His face is still in shadow, but you catch the gleam of his glasses, and the red center of your cigarette in the dark green of his eyes.

"Why not? I'm old enough," you ask, but you still stub what's left of the smoke out on the bottom of your white patent-leather heels.

Mr. Fabelman shuts the door behind himself, stepping out onto the porch beside you, pretending like his eyes hadn't just been tracing over the shape of your ankle and the curve of your calf.

"It's a dirty habit. Girls your age shouldn't smoke—not if they're nice girls."

You let out a soft laugh. You are not a nice girl.

Nice girls don't tell tales to all the neighbors about how much they love kids—how they're always willing to babysit, if needed, eyeing up fathers from the front porch as they guide their wives into the car. They don't ride their bikes on windy days while married men mow their lawns, waving like you don't see them trying to steal a glance up your skirt. They don't sneak through parent's rooms after the children have been put to bed to touch the things he's touched, spraying clouds of his cologne into the air, just to breathe it in.

Nice girls don't dream every night about fucking men twice their age.

"What should girls my age do?" you ask, wetting your lips.

"Oh, you know," he glances down, still shy like a little boy when he's fully grown, "you should be going on dates. Going to drive-ins and out to dinner with boys your age."

"Boys my age?"

You scuff your shoe against the concrete when he doesn't answer, and Mr. Fabelman flushes under your gaze. He's not used to being flirted with—which makes it all the more fun, knowing that he loves the attention you're giving him and he knows he shouldn't. Mr. Fabelman tucks his hands impotently into his pockets, and one of them emerges with a fold of bills.

"Here's this," he gestures to his hand with a nod of his head, "for your trouble."

You brush his hand out of the way, letting your touch linger.

"It was no trouble at all, Mr. Fabelman."

The tips of your fingers just wrap over his knuckles. His skin is warmer than the night air.

"Please, call me Burt."

You stand there, letting the silence speak, your touch burning against his hand. The light goes off in the living room, and you imagine the sound of footsteps, but Mrs. Fabelman doesn't peek her head past the curtain or take a glance out the door to check on her husband. The bedroom light switches on above you, casting a glow over the yard.

Burt shuffles back a step. "I'd be happy to give you a ride home, or-"

"Oh, no, thank you. It's a nice night, and not too far a walk."

Neither of you make a move—still as statues, besides the breeze that plays with your hem as it passes by. The light upstairs goes out a few moments later. After a pause, Burt's shoulders drop, like he'd been holding his breath.

He pauses before he speaks, licks his lips. "Do you have any more of those cigarettes?"

Burt loosens his tie just before he lights it, breathing in deep while the little flame still illuminates the sheen of sweat on his face and the tense lines of his neck. He passes you the cigarette between two of his long, lean fingers. The filter is still a little wet from his lips.

He doesn't even notice you're watching him, eyes locked on a house across the street as you both lean back against the window. His distraction serves your purposes fine; you can take him in properly, the curve of his cheeks and turn of his nose.

You pass the cigarette back to him. Smoke pours from his mouth, and the words follow as an afterthought.

"My wife . . . I- she doesn't love me anymore."

"Oh." That's quite a confession. Your heart patters at the cool look in his eyes when he passes back the smoke. "I'm sorry."

He brushes off the apology like he knows you don't mean it, or wouldn't want it if you did.

"I think I may have done something wrong. I keep thinking, maybe if I- maybe she would want to stay with me if I were . . . better-looking."

He drops his head, a look of distaste wrinkling his lips, like the words were bitter coming out.

"You can't blame yourself for that-"

Burt quiets you with a hand on your shoulder. "Do you think I'm dull? Be honest."

"Mr. Fabelman, I-" His hand is heavy and large, spanning half your back, tips of his fingers almost brushing your spine. His thumb just rests against the delicate skin of your neck, and as much as you've thought about the way his touch would feel, your mouth still goes dry.

Burt falters, pulling back slightly, misreading the signs. "No, don't answer that. I shouldn't have asked."

You're feeling a little impulsive—not willing to lose his attention so soon after first having it—and so you take his hand in yours before he can step away.

"I think you're very handsome, Burt. Honest."

Not as honest as you could be, but honest. You want him to feel good about himself—feel desirable—but not at the expense of your own pride.

Or maybe that's just what you want to believe about yourself, because when you feel his rough grip at your neck, pride is the last thing on your mind.

His kiss is messy and contradictory—hands a little harsh as they pull you closer, positioning you the way he likes, like a little doll, but his mouth is tender against yours.

You stand there, stunned, and Burt loses his nerve, stepping back again, a failed apology on his trembling lips. They're still shaking when you kiss him back.

Fuck, he feels like heaven, with your hands cupping his round cheeks, the frames of his glasses nudging against your nose, the little click of your teeth against his when he parts his lips to taste you.

You'd never pull away from him if you could help it. You're aching to keep him close, a whine on your lips when he peels away from you.

His chest heaves, and Burt places his hands on his hips. He stares at you like a problem to be solved. Like he's trying to get to your root.

You want to feel him picking you apart. Want it bad enough your thighs press together.

"Actually, I think I'll take that ride, now."

The stretch is . . . god, it's something else.

You had guessed as much, grinding against his lap in the car's front seat, peppering Burt's lips with feverish kisses and pressing your tits more fully into his hands. He's clumsy with you, in the same way boys your age are—like he's fallen into a pattern with his wife, so late in their marriage that he hardly has to consider what she likes any more.

But he's considering you, listening for any sounds you might make over the chorus of his heavy breaths. Watches your lips part when he guides your hips down against his. Hears the throaty moan when you feel the fucking log he's carrying around in his pants all day against your dripping panties.

When he pulls his cock from his trousers, Burt looks up at you nervously, stroking his length with soft, short movements, just barely nudging at your clit when he shifts it beneath your skirt. Your tongue clicks wetly against the roof of your mouth, nails carving through his hair.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you tell him, and you mean it when you say it, which is new. He’s a little stunned, actually, lips parted and hand still. His wife must be used to him by now.

Lucky her.

“Really?” he whispers.

You nod, chewing on your lip. “Do you think it’ll fit?”

Burt shudders beneath you, like he’s physically restraining himself. He can’t even speak. He just nods, pulls you down over him by your hip.

You might wake the neighbors the way you cry out for him. Might wake up the whole goddamn state of Arizona when Burt sinks you down to the hilt and the sting reaches all the way into your throat.

“Are you alright?”

He pets a few hairs out of your face, admiring your already wrecked expression. It’s just what you wanted. It’s too much.

You’re too full of him to speak, so you just nod, shifting your hips back and forth to feel the edges of him knocking around inside your dripping cunt. The soreness is quickly fading, but the fullness does not, and when you shift just right, he nudges against a part of you that has your eyes wide open, not in pain, but with pleasure.

“Oh,” you gasp, doing it again, but harder, some of his length dragging against your swollen, puffy lips before you swallow it down again, humming at the relief.

Burt’s reading the signs, guiding your hips down over him, his hands spanning your waist.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, and you nod, vision blurring a little when your eyes roll back. You can tell it feels good for him, with the way his dick twitches inside of you, how insistent he is with his grip. His chest is heaving, sweat collecting in the collar of his nice dress-shirt, and you’re leaving wrinkles all over the front of it, clinging to him with tense fists.

He bounces you more firmly against him, impaling you on his cock over and over again, so far inside of you it's like you can feel your guts rearranging themselves to make more room for him.

“I’m close,” you whimper, but he has to know that. He couldn’t not know it with the way you’re moaning with every breath, your thighs shaking on either side of his wide, perfect lap.

Burt’s eyes are shut, brow stern, like he’s thinking hard, so focused on the places where your bodies meet that he can’t risk looking at you, your pretty, ruined face too much of a distraction. He nods again, glasses fogged at the edges and slipping down his nose, letting a quiet moan out of his parted lips.

With shaking hands and a quivering cunt, you press at the bridge of his glasses, sliding them back into place. From somewhere far away, he smiles.

The pressure in your gut builds and builds, but it’s that smile that really sends you over the edge, muscles clamping around his cock as the bliss spreads through you, reaching all the way to the tips of your fingers, shooting off fireworks behind your eyes.

Burt tilts your mouth towards his with a hand at your chin, gripping your tightly while his lips explore yours. Something sticky and wet rolls down your thigh, his cock spilling heavy streams of cum deep inside your pussy. Your cunt clenches involuntarily, like it’s trying to steal out every last drop.

Burt’s head thumps back against the headrest, and you watch him recover from the high, drops of sweat traveling down his neck, throat shaking with every breath he takes.

You try to shift off him, but he’s still a little hard, and you’re too sore to lift yourself enough for him to slip out.

But Burt doesn’t seem to mind. He pets a heavy hand over your side, looking up at you through half-lidded, content eyes.

“How’d you like to watch the kids again next week?”

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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 55. brb x oc

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Rooster walks in the house with his eyes immediately moving around to find Bea and Nikki somewhere in their house. The dogs greeted him first, obviously, and then he turned his head left and right, trying to catch a glimpse of his girls “Baby?” He calls, putting his sunglasses up to his scalp “Gorgeous?”

Jolene wags her tail at him, barking quietly to call his attention, then gently nibbles his middle finger to take him away from the front door and back to the staircase. “Are they up there?” the dog obviously didn’t answer, but he knew that was the reason why she took him there. So he petted her head and slowly - and quietly - made his way up the stairs.

He checked Nicole’s room first, seeing that his daughter was sleeping soundly inside her crib with the baby monitor directed towards her. He stood by the door watching her sleep with his eyes soft and smile enamored, until he heard the softest snore coming from the master bedroom.

Rooster slowly turned around to where he could see the sliver from the inside of the room by the crack on the door. He saw Beatrice curled up on the bed, lying on his side with her body in fetal position, hair covering most of her face as she snoozed. If he had to choose which one of them looked cuter sleeping he had no answer.

Beatrice’s hands were tucked under her chin, knees up to her chest, she looked so much smaller than she actually was, it was adorable. Rooster toed out his shoes by the door, wincing when it landed on the floor a bit too loud, shifting his eyes to Beatrice and sighing when he saw she was still asleep.

He was even vagarous while climbing on the bed, flicking his eyes to Beatrice to check if she was aware of his presence and smiling when she just snuggled his pillow even more. As he lowered himself onto the bed, he noticed how she had her phone clutched tight in her hand, something she never did before.

Bradley furrowed his brows but kept that information in the back of his mind, scooting closer to Beatrice until their chests were almost touching, his hand gently caressing the side of her face.

The brunette inhaled sharply, her eyes still closed as she groaned quietly, rubbing her face in the pillow and curling onto herself even more. “Fuck,she’s so cute.” he whispered to himself, twirling a strand of hair on his index finger, rubbing it’s length with his thumb and watching it bounce back in it’s wavy shape.

He noticed how her hair was getting more wavy, no longer sleek straight as it was before Nicole was born. It was really pretty, honestly it fit her really well and from what he remembered her hair when she was younger was pretty much like that. Beatrice hums again in her sleep, a mutter of his name breaking out of her lips as her nose buries itself into his pillow and a tiny smile could be seen from her profile.

Rooster just bit his lower lip, almost in disbelief at how adorable she still was. Honestly, he’d let her sleep more, but when he looked down at his watch he noticed it was time for her to start her shower so she could go to the bar later.

He kisses her forehead first, then under her eyes and then finally the tip of her nose, “Gorgeous.” he calls gently, “Baby.” Beatrice just moaned tiredly, more of her hair falling over her face as she moved, “Pretty girl��it’s time to wake up.”

“Mmmmm….five m’re minutes….please…” but he could see she was slowly waking up, her eyes no longer shaking with dreams and her body moving a bit more than before.

“Baby, you have to get ready.” he mutters, “And so do I.” he runs the back of his finger against the bare skin of her thigh, the one that those black runner shorts hid nothing of, “We have to take Nikki to your parents,remember?”

Beatrice moans again, louder this time and her eyes move under the eyelids as if she’s trying to see in the dark. Once she figures out that makes no sense, she blinks them open, slowly, pupil enlarging and shrinking when she focuses on him and no one else but him. He’s a blob of colors at first, but once her vision sharpens she smiles tiredly, “Roos…”

“Hey,gorgeous.” he grins, “Good nap?”

“Mmmmmmhm…” she smiles even more, resting her chin on his arm, “Did you just get home?”

“Just walked past the door, gorgeous. Have you been sleeping long?”

Beatrice smacks her lips, then runs her hand through her hair to comb it back and away off her face, squinting as she looks down at her phone, “...about…thirty minutes I think.” she whispers, rubbing her eyes with her fingertips, “Nikki fell asleep and I was watching her…I think I passed out because of that too.”

“It can be very contagious.” he adds with a small grin, still caressing her thigh, “You looked so peaceful but I had to wake you up, gorgeous.”

“I know,I appreciate it Roos.” but she does snuggle closer to him, burying her face on his neck, “Hmmm, you are smelling really nice,Lieutenant.” he could feel the smile on his skin as he immediately stiffened, pupils blown wide and eyes darker than the night sky as soon as she said it.

“Bea…” he warns with a soft laugh, “Don’t start.”

“Start what?” she replies innocently, kissing right on his jugular, right where she found out was another weak spot for him, one she had to take advantage of more often. Rooster groans quietly, digging his fingers on the plush flesh of her thigh and immediately letting out a sound of disappointment when she backs away from him, “I have to shower,Rooster.”

And she bit her lower lip, sleep gone, green eyes twinkling with mirth. Rooster just watched her stand up slowly, adjusting the fabric of her shorts against her ass - the movement also caught the elastic of her underwear, snapping it against her skin but he wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not - and her head tilted back towards him, “...you are evil.”

Beatrice smiles more, pulling the shorts up so it’d make the curve of her buttcheeks more defined, “I don’t know what you mean.”

But he smirked back at her, watching as she walked away from the bed - those hips swaying and beckoning him like a snakecharmer does to a snake - holding his head up with an arm, “Maybe we should shower together?”

“Mmmm,tempting.” comes her reply from the closet, the ruffling of clothes adding to the sound, “But we both know it’ll take longer than a normal shower for me…besides,” she peeks her head out, shrugging at him, “You can be a bit patient, can’t you?”

“...why,do you have something planned?”

“I didn’t say I had.”

“You didn’t say you hadn’t.”

She was driving him crazy, that cute little grin and her cheeks flushing were his actual weak point, hell,Beatrice herself was the weak point. She could be doing nothing and he’d still feel like a puddle next to her, “Baby.” he tries, crawling off the bed to follow her into the bathroom, “What are you planning?”

“Nothing.” she says sweetly, “I’m just…saying you can be patient.”

He is going to die because of her cheekiness.

Beatrice squeaks out in surprise when his arms wrap around her from behind, his lips touching the curve of her jaw with the fuzz of his mustache tickling her skin. The clothes she planned to wear that night were held tightly against her chest as he devoured her neck, “Rooster!”

“Tell me.” he whispers against her skin, “Let me in on your secrets, pretty girl.”

“There’s no secret,Brad.” she giggles, trying to break free from him, “I have to shower! You gotta let me go.”

“Tell me what your plan is and I will~”

“No!” she laughs, “I can’t!”

And then he lifts his head from her neck, “Ah…so there is a plan.” she just giggled again, wriggling in his grasp, “Tell me.” and he’s about to kiss her neck again when they both hear the doorbell ringing. Bradley sighs heavily, dropping his head on her shoulder with a little smile, “I think I better see who it is,huh?”

“Well,yeah,I’m going to shower, Brad.” she says, turning her head to kiss the corner of his mouth,”And maybe if you hurry you can join me. And…shower quickly.”

Rooster immediately let go of her waist, stepping away from her but then stopping and leaning closer just enough to slap her ass. The cracking sound was loud enough to echo around the bathroom, followed by Beatrice’s little scream of surprise, “Brad!”

“I’m going! I’m going!” but he does sneak one last peek at her before he leaves the room. As he grabs his phone to check who it was in the camera app, he is surprised to see it was a well dressed young man, holding at least three large boxes in his hands with choppy blue hair and round glasses.

Bradley stops at the top of the stairs, while Eleanor surrounds the front door with a low growling leaving her throat, “Can I help you?”

The young man jumps in surprise when he hears the disembodied voice, until he sees the camera “Oh, I’m sorry,I uh- I’m Caleb,I’m one of Mr.Beverly’s assistants?” he sounds extremely hesitant, maybe Rooster’s tone and Eleanor growling were to blame, “He uh, he asked me to deliver these? For Ms.Beatrice and her family? Is this the right house?”

Wait for her family?

Bradley blinks out of surprise, speeding down the steps, “Yeah hold on, let me just-Ellie back, to the kitchen with your mom and brother, go.” The white pittie mix hesitates for a minute, then turns around and trots away to the kitchen…while still keeping her head on the threshold to watch whatever was about to happen.

Rooster unlocks the door after a few seconds, only seeing the immense boxes and not the young man, that is until he craned his neck and saw the top of Caleb’s head, “Hey,” he begins, “I’m Beatrice’s husband,Bradley.”

“O-Oh,hello,” he struggles a bit but managed to hold out a hand while keeping the boxes still in his grasp, “I’m so sorry,I just started working with Mr.Beverly,” he explains as Rooster cautiously shakes his hand, “And he isn’t here now, so he uh, he asked me to deliver these?”

“Oh,okay, here. Let me help.” he knew the young man didn’t want to say yes but he did let out a very relieved sigh when Rooster slowly got the boxes out of his hand, holding them all with one of his own before putting them on the floor. “Any idea what’s in there?”

Caleb wiped his forehead, adjusting his glasses soon after, “Not a clue, the other assistants were asked to make these,I’m just the errand boy,” and he laughed awkwardly, “Well,um,I’m going to go now so…see you,thanks again!’

“No worries,kid.” Bradley waves him off, seeing a much relieved Caleb walking to a sleek black car and then driving away. Before he closes the door he feels a huge head pressing against his leg, looking down to see Eleanor looking to where Caleb drove off, “Ellie, come on, inside.” she just growls, “Don’t talk back to me,missy.”

She does have the last quiet ‘boof’ after he closes the door.

As he gathers everything in his arms, he hears the shower is still running, which meant Beatrice wasn’t done yet….and that meant he had to walk faster back to their room.

He almost throws the boxes in his haste to go into the bathroom, but he chooses to place them all on the bed. As soon as he does though, he starts removing his top and undershirt, unbuckling his belt and tossing it unceremoniously on the floor, “Roos?” he hears her calling, just as he’s pulling down his briefs, “Who was it?”

“One of Marcus’ assistants.” He has his eyes on her silhouette through the dark foggy glass, following the curves of her body, almost tripping over himself to get inside the shower as quickly as he could, “Brought some stuff over.”

“Oh, really?” She sounded so calm, a complete opposite of the feverish speed her husband was undressing himself, “That’s so sweet of him,I’ll have to send him a message later.”

“Yeah,later.” and he pulls the door open, barely giving Beatrice a chance to breathe before he slammed their lips together. She just laughed into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pushed her backwards to the wall, where the cold tiles sent a shock all over her warm skin. “I think I was fast enough.”

“I think so too.” she squeaks into his mouth as he picks her up by the back of the legs, pressing her against the wall with her thighs wrapped tightly around his waist. Beatrice sighs softly, trying to keep her voice as quiet as she could, “We can’t spend too long here.”

“I know,gorgeous.” his hand is already moving between them, his middle finger brushing over her clit was enough to make a gentle cry break out of her, “I can make you cum twice in…maybe ten minutes?”

“T-Ten? W-We can’t–”

“Is that a nine I hear?”

“God, Brad,W-We–!”

“...hmmm…eight minutes and thirty seconds, got it.” and he has that annoyingly adorable smirk on his face when two of his fingers slide inside, making Beatrice dig her nails in his shoulders with her head thrown back in a gentle moan. He’s not going to waste too much time, like she said, they had things to do and if they spent too long people would get suspicious.

But there was something so beautiful about seeing her flushed, wet - in all senses -and trying her best to keep her voice quiet all the while bruising the upper layer of skin on his shoulders with her short nails. She sounds out of breath, almost gulping for air, trying her best to keep her moans to a minimum as he angles his wrist to hit that special spot inside of her…which she should’ve expected, so she could prevent the loud sharp yelp that broke out of her mouth, immediately biting her lips after to keep any other sound inside.

Bradley’s whisky colored eyes were on her mossy green ones, his smirk widening just as his hand moved faster. He flicked his gaze down to where her breast was just at mouth level with him, “Don’t mind if I do.” he was gentle as soon he took one in his mouth because she often complained of how sore it was,making sure to kiss the soft and heavy flesh with his fingers still moving in and out of her.

“B-Brad..” she gasps out, moving her hips in hopes to match with his own velocity, but she could barely keep up, “A-Ah! Brad,please! I need to c-cum!!”

“Oh I know.” and his hand speeds up even more, Beatrice’s soft shrieks of pleasure were his only response, her hips moving in hopes she could meet his thrusts, “I promised I would make you cum twice in less than eight minutes right?”

“Y-Yes…God…Brad!!”

“What is it,gorgeous? Hm?” his hand keeps its steady yet feverish movement, his lips on her ear, “I don’t even know what’s wetter, you or this shower.” Beatrice’s soft moan in response only ama cool made him chuckle almost darkly, he loved how vocal she was. Beatrice could barely see straight with how good he made her feel, with how much her body just ached and begged just for his fingers alone.

Beatrice’s hands slipped on his shoulders because of the water, “Brad,” it comes out in gulps of air, her body nearing the point of combustion, voice shaky and eyes trying their hardest to be open, ‘Brad…God…I’m–” her body immediately stilled, it just took a firm swipe over her clit for her orgasm to hit with full force.

The hands that slipped from his shoulders now dug into his muscles like he was a lifeline, her gentle satisfactory cry only made his grin wider, his nose buried into her wet hair as she shook with aftershocks, “Mmmm,baby?”

“J-just a second.” her voice was jittery and her hands trembled, “Just a s-second Roos.”

And he allows that, kissing her wet scalp and avoiding his own obvious predicament just so she could breathe. Beatrice hums against his skin, slowly lifting her head as if it weighed one hundred pounds, albeit she’s weakly smiling at him, “Good?”

“...great…” she whispers, cupping his cheeks so they could kiss, sliding her hands up his scalp only to earn that delicious deep groan she loved so much. It was like they were discovering each other’s bodies again with the way they were groping and touching each other, which neither of them were complaining about.

Rooster had his lips on her neck, licking and biting the skin when Beatrice suddenly stilled, “Did you hear that?”

“Mmm…what?”

“Shh,Roos.” she tilts her head up so her ear is directed to the sound, “I think it’s Nikki.”

The mention of Nicole immediately makes him lift his head and stare at her, “What?” He turns quiet after hearing the faint sound of his daughter’s mumbling and cooing as she wakes up, “...oh.” While disappointed, he shouldn’t be too surprised, Nicole did wake up during this time after all.

Beatrice smiles sweetly, “It’s okay,Roos.” she whispers, kissing his lips gently, “I can go check on her really quick and…take care of everything with you?”

Honestly he’d be up to it, but he thought better about it and just chuckled,”No,gorgeous…I’ll just have a cold shower for right now.”

“...but–”

“Pretty girl,I’m fine.” he coos, kissing her temple, “Go check on Nikki and I’ll finish it here.”

As much as she didn’t want to, ‘leave him hanging’ so to speak, she knew he had already decided and the only thing she could do was nod and walk out of the shower, grabbing her robe before giving him an apologetic look, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Oh I know,” he smirks, swatting his hand on the buttcheeks before she could cover it, “I’m counting on it,gorgeous.”

Beatrice yelped with a laugh, narrowing her eyes at him before she pulled her hair up in a towel, walking out of the bathroom tugging the robe’s knot tight around her middle. Nicole’s little sounds were constant now, which meant she was fully awake and demanded attention, and as soon as she stepped past the threshold, her daughter’s light eyes were on her.

“Hi sweetie,” she coos down at Nicole as she leans over the crib’s gate, “Hi! You just woke up, yes I know!” Nicole was getting very talkative and for a child that just turned a month old it was quite amazing! During one of her doctor appointments,Beatrice was told that Nicole was just eager to talk to her parents, hence why she was so vocal at such an early stage of her life.

It was adorable, really, seeing how much Nikki loved both of them, “C’mere, you.” Beatrice gently picks her up, placing her daughter’s cheek on her shoulder, Nicole’s soft brown hair tickling her lips as she kisses her head, “Are you excited about staying with Nonna and Nonno? They are both so excited to see you,Nikki.”

Nicole made a little soft noise on her mother’s shoulder, nibbling the soft cloth of her robe, “Oh you are probably hungry.” she whispers, “Let’s get you ready really quick.” and since she had her robe it was a much easier access for her daughter to latch, “Ow, okay, you are hungry.”

And she latched on so quickly that Beatrice let out a sigh of relief. She was usually so fussy, refusing to eat, it was a literal breath of fresh air once she did. But her daughter’s eyes were still on her mom, light green with speckles of gold almost, the more she grew, the more Beatrice could see her characteristics clearer, “You are just unreal, just like your dad.” Beatrice whispers, brushing her daughter’s cheek with the pad of her thumb, “Unreal and perfect.”

“Unreal and perfect?” she turns her head when she hears his deep voice, like molasses, speak from the door. He’s only wearing his jeans, with his white tee balled in one of his hands as he folds his arms over his chest, “Elaborate on that.”

Beatrice laughs softly, looking back down at Nikki, “I won’t.” she smiles, “Not yet.”

“She’s eating fine?”

“Yep,” Nicole’s eyes move from Beatrice to Rooster, “Latched as soon as possible, a record time to be honest with you.”

Rooster smiled back, pushing himself from the doorframe to approach the two, “When you are done I can stay with her so you can change,” he tells Beatrice,leaning down to peck her head, “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“I know.” she replies, brushing her thumb on Nicole’s soft hand, “I won’t take too long.”

“By the way,” he says, crouching down to Nicole’s level, brushing his knuckle against her soft foot, “I placed Marcus’ gifts inside the closet, so you can check what they are later.”

“Oh, so you didn’t huh?”

“Me?” he smirks, “Of course not. You know I love surprises.”

Her cheeks flushed over his words but she just laughed, gently swatting his arm after a few seconds. Considering that time was ticking by and they had to move, Beatrice handed Nicole over to Rooster as soon as she was finished and rushed to their bedroom to change. Honestly she still had the moments from minutes before still in her mind, something that sent jolts of pleasure all over her body and she feared that it’d be the only thing in her mind the whole night.

And when she looked back at him before leaving, seeing those brown eyes twinkling with mirth and that smirk on his face…she was pretty sure it would.

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rahriot · 2 years

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REVENGE TASTES LIKE WEED

pairing: eddie munson x reader (poc and gender friendly) show: stranger things

WARNING(S): shorter than eddie!reader - no uwu shit dw, getting drugged, toxic friends, stranger/enemies to lovers(kinda), teasing and shit like that, fidgety reader, reader being in a bad mood, mention of hard drugs and weed, unedited, Eddie being a little care bear, slight ideas of overdosing(this is not angst), kissing, more to be added

being a talkative person, you spoke a lot in class. Well, only to your friends… It was weird because you had to stretch your whole body to talk to them. But suddenly, you didn’t talk for one lesson and your partner wanted to know why.

At the start of the year, your teacher decided "it was best that your class had a seating plan." At first, it was alright since you believed you would be partnered up with one of your friends and even if you didn’t get lucky, you could always make more friends. However, you got paired up with Eddie Munson. You never really disliked him for being a called “freak” but you did judge him for something - it was his personality. It wasn’t anything bad but you didn’t like how annoying he would get with his sly mouth.

Just because you were talkative doesn’t mean you were friendly. The moment you walked towards to back left table, Eddie looked at you with a sickly smirk, you smiled thinking he would become his loud self again but, he just commented, “You’re a short one.”

As if you didn’t know already however something in your mind just wanted to defend yourself, you tried to reason with him saying that you were still growing but he just gave a sarcastic remark.

You thought he was going to talk non-stop every lesson but to your dismay, he was quiet. Yes, you two speak a few times but that was only in class, out of class, you two didn’t bother to catch up with each other. Turns out you were the talkative one, you spoke to everyone but him and it wasn’t because you didn’t like him, you simply didn’t know what to say to him. Apart from little greetings and quarrels about how bad his handwriting is, nothing was said that wasn’t school-related.

You spoke every lesson, non-stop. You got sent out, got detention, walk to the principal’s office because you couldn’t stop talking. The class didn’t seem to mind, it was an easy subject to pass. Though you felt bad, very bad for your teacher because she had to waste her time on you, you couldn’t speak.

Until today.

Eddie couldn’t tell what was happening with you but you hadn’t spoken once in the last fifteen minutes and to add to that, your friends weren’t starting any conversations with you either. He enjoyed listening to you talk because even if you spoke like it was a gossip club, you still tried your best to get good grades and answer questions. He could tell you spoke because you wanted to, not for attention or a reaction, you were just fidgety.

You would always turn your pens around your fingers, fidget with your pants no matter how tight or loose they were and the best part, you greeted everyone with respect. You had your moments of course but, he knew it was because Y/n L/n wasn’t one to be two-faced.

Eddie wasn’t paying great attention to you but he could see you from the corner of his eye. You had your cheek pressed against your palm while staring into whatever. Eddie didn’t know how long you had been staring but before he could count, you finally work up from your dissociation.

You looked around a little lost while taking a deep breath. You then turned to Eddie and whispered, “Do y’have a spare pen?”

Eddie looked at your face for the first today, the bags under your eyes were heavier than normal. He noticed your dark circles before, making him assume it was because you were also so fidgety you couldn’t sleep well, it was a wild assumption but he just felt like that was the truth. Moreover, your eyes looked lifeless, like you had no soul, having no hints of a human being living behind those eyes. You didn’t look sad, you looked, tired and dazed.

“You good?” he asked in the same volume as yours while glancing to his scuffed-up pencil case to find a pen and once he did, he clicked on the top and scribbled onto the top left of his notebook to see if there was ink and wasn’t dried up.

He offered it once he realised it was working just fine and you sent a small smirk while praising him teasingly, “Thanks, dear.”

Eddie thought you didn’t answer his question because of personal reasons but he tried to pull it cause despite not noticing you half the time, he wanted to show that he wouldn’t mind listening to your words again.

Turns out you were just writing the date. Once you finished, you turned to him and placed your head on your palm while adding a forced smile.

Your tired blinks made his heart hiss with burn, you looked like you hadn’t slept in days. Your movements were so slow and he remembered that when he offered his spare pen to you, you slightly missed it, grabbing the air for a split second.

“Better days will come. You?”

“I’m good, yeah.”

After that you both went silent again, it was like you two were waiting for the other one to speak. You were still facing him but had your eyes staring into nothingness again and Eddie was fidgeting with his rings, trying to not feel a little awkward.

The class sounded like it moved on without you, they spoke but it was quieter because you weren’t calling your friend’s name out. Luckily, it was a revision lesson, to study by yourselves or in pairs for the pop quiz tomorrow.

“Um, you can talk to me about it. Only if you want,” Eddie blinked, hoping to give a caring tone to help you feel comfortable.

“Thanks but there’s not much to say.”

Eddie nodded, not wanting to egg on just in case it upsets you. He looked up from your daydreaming state and caught two of your friends staring in his direction, clearly snickering about you. Eddie’s eyebrows twitch. He wasn’t sure of what their names were but he started to think it was because of your friends.

While still staring at them, Eddie questions in a way that sounded a little worried, “Um, did you fall out with your friends?”

“Mind your business, Munson,” your warning became weak once you looked to see Eddie’s face scrunching up in the slightest bit. From afar it would’ve looked like he was just simply staring from being many inches away, you could see his eyes rows knitting together slowly.

You followed his eyes, trying to find what was making him irritated. That’s when you see your friends snickering at you. Once you showed yourself staring at the back, they quickly snapped their heads down to their books.

You turned back to Eddie and smiled, “Why so grumpy, Eddie?”

The way your lips pronounced his name made his snarky face soften, he looks at you like you stripped every piece of clothing off and you loved it.

“Grumpy? Speak for yourself, sweetheart - you look like a corpse,” Eddie teased, breaking out from his soft expression to paint his face w a little smirk.

“Ouuu, burn…” you sarcastically commented, scrunching your face up for a second.

He chuckled at your comment, making you smile that you made someone laugh today.

“You know what, tell me a secret and I’ll say mine.”

He frowned, confused at the random burst of words. Nevertheless, he shrugs and started flickering his eyes onto the table. He thinks for a bit before he smiles at you, his chin slightly up.

“I play the guitar,” he simply said, keeping his smile at you.

“That’s no secret.”

“You knew?”

“I literally— Junior year?” you stumbled on your words, not knowing how to explain this story.

“You as a Junior or me?” he looked confused like someone lowered his IQ with one sentence.

“Me. You played at The Hideout or something, I don’t know— I was passing by. I can’t believe I remember that” that’s when Eddie found your smile again, that smile you always showed when you felt true happiness. The way you explained it to him made him this that era of your life was memorable to you.

“Oh well, I guess we attract the prettiest of people,” Eddie teased, scrunching up his nose.

You chuckle, “Thought you said I looked like a corpse.”

“Yeah, a very pretty one,” he egged on, leaning in a bit just to move back after speaking.

You rolled your tired eyes, “What a charmer.”

The pair of you just lightly chuckles before he went back to the question, “One secret about me… Are you going to tell anyone?”

“These lips are sealed.”

The way you spoke so softly just caused him to automatically believe you, “Alright then… I have handcuffs on my wall.”

“Boring!”

“Fuck Y/n…” your heart thumps hard when he complained. It was a sound of a moan or groan, either way, it made your eyes slightly water from shock.

“I rather smoke than drink but I don’t admit it. It doesn’t have that calming effect—and, I need a lot to get drunk, a lot,” he confessed with his big brown eyes staring into yours. You licked your lips as a reflex, scared that they would look chapped if he would look down even for a split second.

Licking your lips made it worse, his eyes darted to your lips and watched you lick them slowly before he looks back into your eyes again. He looked so casually while doing this, he was a little sly boy.

“Your turn.”

You already had your confession planned out so you bat your eyelashes unintentionally and parted your lips, “My so-called friends aren’t talking to me because I called them out for tricking me into smoking crack. You see, I thought it was something else.”

Eddie quickly looked at your friends and you nearly slapped him in the face when you tried to grab his chin to look back at you, “Don’t look.”

“Y/n, that’s really bad…”

“I know, I was drunk too.”

Eddie cringes, shaking his head in disappointment and worry. He couldn’t believe people like that in Hawkins existed, people that would go that far to the people that they called their friends.

“Not to scare you but you could’ve died.”

“Yeah well, that’s why I look like a pretty corpse…” you forced yourself to make a humoured joke with his words but he didn’t seem to smile. He looked completely worried and it shocked you, he looked like he cared.

“No telling, promise?” you lightly begged, you were completely blinded, you didn't know how to. You didn’t know what he was thinking.

“I promise, sweetheart— I just can’t be—”

“Believe it? Yeah, me too.”

The pair of you just looked at each other with shared annoyance, he was disgusted. He was the freak of the school and he never even thought of doing it. He felt so bad for you, all those assumptions he had about you being tired weren’t because of the fidgeting, it was because of the drug. He didn’t know how much you had but from the restlessness tattooed on your face, it was clear that it may have made you suffer. With his eyes flickering back to your friends who seemed to mind their business, he gave you another smirk, lids slightly closing while his head had a light bulb turn out.

“Wanna… get revenge?” his words were soft but full of confidence that you would agree.

“How?” you confusedly searched his eyes as he looks at you intently.

“I don’t know… maybe, sneak some drugs into their room. Like weed, then it would stink up their room and boom, angry parents,” Eddie made his hands motion an explosion, causing you to chuckle at his playful movements. His rings fit perfectly well, wrapping his fingers well and you could see his forearm with thin light brown hair dusting his arms.

“Well… it would be perfect if you weren’t giving them free weed,” you sucked in a sharp collection of air to show you were a little pessimistic.

“I have too much, anyway. Wouldn’t hurt to steal money though. Y’know, find some savings and take it?” Eddie rambled but you just took all of him, viewed him as a painting.

You could tell he shaves with little discolouration above his upper lip, his chin was shaped so perfectly for his face shape. You noticed his eye bags as well, decorating his big brown eyes. He was pretty, it was a lovely sight.

“Alright, let’s do it.”

Eddie looks at you blankly, “Wait, seriously?”

“Oh, were you just saying that to cheer me—”

Eddie cuts you off with a nervous laugh, “No! I— …No, let’s do it.”

He smiles lovingly as you smile back at him, “Great.”

He chuckles while avoiding eye contact, he shakes his head. His lips were moving but he seemed to be hesitant about what to say, he wanted to be direct and ask to hang out today but he didn’t want to look pushy, he thought for a bit behind he finally spoke up, “So, what time?”

“After class, after school, you pick. Just make sure it’s before five.”

“Why because five?”

“They have a club. Amber finishes the earliest.”

“After class then. We have a package to collect!”

Turns out that Eddie Munson wasn’t as annoying as you thought.

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nibordereht · 10 months

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Blue orangeade

An enthusiastic supporter of the LGBT+ community who liked to spread joy everywhere, and a bitter, whiny nerd who was a victim of Avengers 4: Endgame spoilers. How on earth had they fallen in love?

Tim sighs and chats about Bernard with Steph before their date.

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Tim entered, on his phone, the only conversation he bothered to answer every time he found a new message coming from it. He usually didn't get into his notifications until hours after he received them, sometimes it took him days or even weeks to do so. However, it was different with the person who had just spoken to him.

"Look, it's a cat with a mustache. uwu."

He couldn't help but grin like a fool as he read that attached to the picture of a cat, which indeed appeared to have a mustache, and he was quick to reply laughing at the screen before locking his phone again and setting it down on the table.

"But why did he have a mustache," he mused to himself, shaking his head. It's so cute.

"Who was that?" questioned the girl sitting across from him, his best friend, as he watched him curiously. Tim was not a real lover of social networks and rarely looked so goofy after checking them, he didn't pay much attention to them and only logged in when he was aware that one of the photographers and skaters he liked had made some eye-catching post. He wouldn't even answer him if he didn't insist too much. “Was he your boyfriend? Did he say something nice to you and that's why you look stupid?”

Tim sighed.

"I think I'm getting sick, Steph.

"I think so too." Tim gave her an annoyed look and she laughed. “I mean, I took you out of your room to stop you from whining about Harrison Wells’ death anymore, but Bernard sends you a message and suddenly I don't see you depressed anymore.”

"First of all, it's not Harrison Wells, Steph; he's from real life. The one who died was Tony Stark.”

"But I thought what they told you was that the STAR Labs guy died at the end?" the blond rebutted, looking at him in confusion.

Timothy exhaled heavily and hesitated between taking a swing at his friend or himself.

"No, Stephanie, it's the one from Stark Industries ? Do you really know nothing about the MCU?” Steph raised an eyebrow with obviousness, and he nodded. “Sure, why do I bother asking.”

"Leave it, what's second place then?”

"Secondly" resumed Tim, "I'm still sore about it, it's just Bern sent me a picture and…", he said and smiled with his eyes fixed on his hands on the table, “I don't know, it was just really cute.”

"Did he send you a picture of himself?" The opposite denied and Steph frowned. “I don't get it, then what was too cute?”

"The cat with a mustache.”

Stephanie's face became disfigured with confusion and she looked at Tim as if he had a complete stranger in front of her. When the other had mentioned being sick, she had agreed with him, thinking he was referring to the fact that he was in love; however, she was beginning to think that the boy really was, or worse, that he had been replaced by someone else. She didn't believe in aliens or any of those things Tim did before Superman and other alien heroes, but he couldn't help but let the idea that his friend had been supplanted by one come into his head. And the younger of the two had never had that kind of behavior with anyone other than Bernard, and getting used to Tim having those reactions for his boyfriend had already been difficult, so seeing him get excited over a silly picture of a cat just because Bernard was the one sending it to him was a bit shocking.

Tim was definitely too lovesick and it was worrying, namely, her friend used to be the cold one in the group! He had never really liked anyone and to see him so into that relationship of just a few months was surprising but, most of all, exciting. His friend was changing; the bitter nerd who used to complain when he saw Steph or another of his friends enjoying themselves with their partners because it was bad to eat in front of the poor , Tim's words, was now the one who behaved that way and proudly.

"But I always send you pictures of cats and you don't even react to them!” Steph complained.

Tim pouted his lips and shook his head.

"It's different.”

"What's different, Timothy Jackson?”, she pouted. “I stopped sending you cute pictures with phrases you considered too gay because you hated them, but Bernard always sends you pictures of animals that say I miss you and you receive them with a smile! That's being inconsistent.”

"No, that's changing…" he affirmed. “And the difference is that I like him, you don't.” He sighed. “Of course I miss him when we don't spend time together, and I like to know that he feels the same way, even if it's through pictures of cute animals with too many hearts in them. Besides, I don't like that kind of stuff if he's not the one sending it. I told you, everything is different if it's him.”

Steph put a hand to her chest in offense and looked disapprovingly at Tim. The truth was that she didn't care whether or not his friend reacted to her messages, she already knew what he was like; however, she also knew that he was short fused and liked to get on his nerves.

"To say I'm hurt is too little to express how I feel right now. Where was the friends before boyfriends ?”

"I don't know, how about asking Kara?" Tim ironized.

Steph exclaimed, plunging her hand even deeper into his chest and shook his head slowly. She raised his free hand and pointed her index finger at Timothy.

"We're talking about your betrayal, Drake, not mine.”

Tim let out a thunderous laugh and tapped Steph on the shoulder, drawing a slightly exaggerated groan from her that ended in laughter.

"You're right, Steph," he admitted, combing his black hair, "I know I'm changing and it scares me that I am. I mean, it's true, I've never been excited about someone's message before! Can you believe I was more disappointed that I couldn't see him for a week than I was about the fact that there may never be a fourth Iron Man movie?”

"I didn't understand the reference but I guess it was a major motion picture, so I do get the level of infatuation I think.”

Tim sighed in exhaustion, sometimes it frustrated him that his closest friend didn't understand his references. However, a small, almost imperceptible smile was painted on his lips as he remembered that Bernard also rarely understood his comments related to comics and movies because he preferred conspiracy theories about real facts instead of fictional ones.

"I'm just trying to say that I like him a lot, Steph. I feel as smitten as Doctor Brown in the third part of Back To The Future, when he decides to stay with his beloved Clara in the old west and…

Stephanie watched him expressionlessly and knew he had done it again. He bit his tongue and wrinkled his nose, it was inevitable for him to stray off topic and make comparisons (which to him seemed obvious) to subjects of his interest whenever he related how he felt. He thought it was easier to understand him that way, but he was wrong. He was highly intelligent, but also quite scattered.

"I'm sorry", he sighed for the umpteenth time and Steph mimicked him.

"Anyway, I guess I get your point. Bernard, you like him enough to compare your relationship with 80s movies and Image comics.”

"Marvel" corrected," and technically I haven't done any with…”

"Enough Timothy, I get the point.”

Tim pursed his lips and nodded.

Steph watched him silently for a few seconds taking advantage of his distraction as he played with his fingers under the table. She smiled to himself; she liked the new Tim, he was less bitter and a bit more cheesy, but not overly so. At least they could now have conversations about their love affairs without the need for the younger one to roll his eyes every minute or pretend to gag when he found it all too corny and sugary for him. The new Tim, the one in love, was more sensitive, and easier to deal with.

"What I'm trying to explain is that I'm scared of all this. Whenever I started dating someone, I always did it by imagining from the beginning how long we'd last or roughly when we'd end, but with Bernard it's all completely different, you know? I'm able to imagine a future with him, whether it's near or far. I can visualize us doing hundreds of things together, but I can't seem to think of an ending... I don't want to either. And it's scary! I've never felt like this before and it's really creepy.

"Oh, honey... " mused Steph with a hint of mockery in his tone of voice and grabbed Tim's hand across the table, "that's the gayest thing I've ever heard you say. You don't know how proud I am of you right now, Timmy.”

The boy gave her a disgusted look and roughly removed his hand from the girl’s grip. He exhaled with exaggeration and let his head fall hard on the table, causing a thud and leaving no imagination as to the pain he felt after his impulsive action.

"I've never felt so insecure being with someone before. I mean, I always felt like I was the one handling the situation at my whim as well as my feelings, but now it's like Bern is controlling me, I'm terrified of making him mad, that he'll get tired of me and want us to break up, that he'll realize how bitter I am and would rather look for someone as sweet and cute as him to match better. It's just that we're so different that I can't even explain how we ended up together!

"That's easy, silly. You guys are like... blue orangeade.

Tim raised his head from the table and looked at her with a pout. His face completely reflected the frustration he felt at that moment, but Stephanie just smiled and leaned her own head on her hands to look at him calmly.

"How so?”, he questioned between his teeth.

"You know", she said, shrugging his shoulders. "They're like colors that seem like total opposites but look good together. A strange combination, but perfect. You know?

"No”, Tim declared, and again dropped his head hard on the table. Surely he would get a bump later.

Steph sighed in frustration and folded her arms.

"Whatever, stop worrying about bullshit, dummy! It doesn't matter that you're different, I'm trying to tell you that it's your differences that make you look so good together.”

"You mean like I'd rather watch Sixth Sense while he wants us to watch Zootopia?", he asked with his face still glued to the table. "For things like that do we look good?”

Steph thought about it for a moment. Tim was stubborn, it was hard to talk sense into him when he was worried about something. He used to cling to those worries and let them eat away at him to the point of making him flinch and make bad decisions as a precautionary measure. So how could she explain to him that he had nothing to fear? Everyone could tell for sure that his relationship with Bernard was the most stable thing he'd ever had in his life and that little things like which movies each of them preferred wouldn't make them break up.

"Yes", she ended up saying. “Look, bestie, what do you do when you want to watch a movie together but prefer different genres?”

Tim sat up in the seat and looked to the side, putting together a coherent response.

"Well, if we use the same example... If Bernard wants us to watch a comedy or movies like Zootopia, surely that's what we'll do. I mean, I like those too, but I know he can't stand horror movies and he doesn't like sci-fi movies very much, he doesn't like to take science classes while he is watching a movie, haha. I can watch those by myself or with someone else, so I'm always seduced to watch what he wants… Anyway I like them too, it's not a problem. And I like to see him happy, so we're all happy in the end, right?”

Stpeh nodded with a smile. She looked calm; however, she suddenly stood up with a frown and pounded the table, shaking Tim.

"And what the hell are you worried about then!?”

"About he getting tired of me!" he exclaimed standing up as well, but Steph sat back down and he ended up imitating her as well.

"Why would he get tired of you if you indulge him in everything?"

“Because… I don't know.”

Tim's phone rang on the table and instantly they both fixed their eyes on the device. They both knew who the message was from; Tim was eager to answer because it was Bernard, while Steph was curious about what they were talking about. Was it just another picture of something fucking adorable that Tim had once looked at with disgust? Or could the two of them talk about serious matters as well?

"Answer", requested Stephanie.

Tim picked up the phone and checked the message, smiling almost as soon as he saw it. Of course it was Bernard, only this time he was wishing him a nice afternoon and warning her that he wouldn't be able to spend much time on the phone due to some business. Timothy replied with a sticker and an I love you.

An "I love you" Steph visualized clearly. Then she remembered something he had discussed with Tim after she broke up with his last boyfriend, before Bernard. To begin with, Tim had a hard time getting an affectionate phrase out of him, but now he was putting them out on his own as if it was the most natural thing in the world. With Bernard everything was flowing, no doubt about it. Steph couldn't help but be impressed with his best friend's changes.

“Timmers?”

"Yes?", he said, pushing his phone away and undoing the smile he had formed seconds earlier when he saw the message from his boyfriend.

"Have you and Bernard argued?”

Steph remembered perfectly why Tim's previous relationships had ended the way they did: lack of communication. (And lies, Tim hated lies but he had a lot of secrets.) His previous partner would go to his friends before him to talk about their problems. Tim hated that, how did he want them to fix things if they didn't even talk about their relationship? For the same reason he wondered if they had problems with Bernard. There were two options for why their relationship was going so well. The first, was that they were actually perfect and had no problems (which he doubted, they were both human); and the second, was that they talked things out. If the two of them understood each other and spoke their minds smoothly, surely their relationship could even go on forever. For his friend, after all, the most important thing in any kind of relationship was communication.

"Of course we have," Tim replied. “Or well, we've never really had an argument as such, but we've had problems. It's really just been stupidity or jealousy, but we always talk it out and come to a consensus. I love that about us, you know? We can always talk things out, we don't rush into things; and, when we do, we talk it out and work it out in the end too. Isn't that great?”

The blond leaned his cheek against her hand, elbow on the table, and sighed.

"All the more reason I don't know what you're worried about. You guys are an amazing couple. Blue orangeade, no doubt.”

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"I want to go to the beaaaach", commented Bernard, pouting without noticing.

He was holding Tim's hand, walking through a large park in the center of the city. Everyone could see them there, together and in love, but no one really paid attention to them. Besides, they were immersed in their own bubble which no one was able to disturb. Just the two of them and the sound of the birds in the trees, and the sound of the dogs barking all around them. (Tim was annoyed by the barking and scared of a dog pouncing on him if it passed too close, and he didn't like it when they started sniffing him; however, Bernard petted every animal that came near him and kept repeating how cute they were).

"I don't like the beach", Tim replied. Actually he used to say he hated the beach, there was nothing about it that he liked. The sand in his shoes, the heat burning his skin (he preferred the cold a thousand times, but Bernard differed from him), the sea breeze messing up his hair and the salt water soaking his feet… Uhm, no. He'd a thousand times rather be away in the mountains or maybe take a walk in the city. But his boyfriend loved the beach and every chance he got he repeated how much he loved it, always saying he wanted to go soon. Worst of all, Tim knew that he would spend the whole summer at a beach if it was with Bernard by his side, just to see him happy. (And he also knew that Bernard would accompany him camping in the mountains or in the countryside if Tim wanted to, he would also enjoy the city just by them being together).

"I know," he said, pouting. “You don't like the heat either, but you can't act bitter when the day is so nice!”

A nice day, for Tim, was one where the sky was falling with rain and autumn leaves were flying everywhere, where you didn't feel like going out of the house because you were sure to catch a good cold. For Bernard, however, was the opposite. He enjoyed the clear and warm days, and he also claimed that the doggies on the street suffered from the cold weather. Tim was oblivious for not thinking about it, but Bernard also understood that he was not a fan of animals except for cats.

"Don't fall down.” Was all Tim added as Bernard began to balance, without letting go of his hand, on the edges of the sidewalk. “It wouldn't be romantic to end our date at the hospital . And it's been so long since we've seen each other", he snorted.

Bernard rolled his eyes. His boyfriend was an exaggerator. He looked away from him and jumped down from where he stood. He had seen something that interested him.

"Oh, look! It's a unicorn piggy bank.”

Tim looked at him in disbelief as he pulled him to a display case near the edge of the park and restrained himself from laughing at his boyfriend for how excited he looked about the item he had just mentioned. What did he want something like that for? Nevertheless, Bernard read the product information on the box very carefully, as if it was an important remedy he had to buy if he didn't want to die.

"I thought you already had a piggy bank.”

"You don't get it," Bernard refuted. "This one rings when you toss a coin at it!”

"Bernard…”

"Shut up, I'll go buy it.”

Bernard entered the store leaving his boyfriend dumped outside and Tim just let out a sigh that ended up turning into a soft laugh. Bernard was fantastic, every bit of him.

They had met again at a peaceful demonstration during Pride month a few years ago. Bernard was actually participating in it with some friends and Tim was just using the same subway as them. Tim was gay, yes, but it had never appealed to him to come out as gay and march on behalf of those who were like him .

Bernard, for a change, was different. If there was something he felt a part of, he stood up for it. Sometimes Tim felt that his boyfriend supported just about every group out there: animal rights, pro-abortion, members of the LGBTQ+ community, and so on. He was quite amused, actually. His boyfriend was constantly championing these causes, while he looked at them with indifference and whined about petty things that bothered him on social media.

That was still going round and round in his head.. They were so, so, so different that it seemed strange that they would get along so well together. For example, Bernard was a cooking student who loved everything related to food and how you could demonstrate love through different dishes; while Tim was a multimedia design student and kept regretting his decision, plus he didn't see the good he was doing for society and kept feeling selfish next to Bernard.

And there were many other things in which they differed. Food preferences, colors, movies, music and so much more. Sometimes he liked to try to find tastes they shared, but it was so complicated that he ended up giving up the first time.

Bernard was all about positivity and Tim was all about bitterness, but if you thought about it far-fetchedly, Tim liked bittersweet. And they were, perhaps. A bittersweet mix or, as Steph had said, blue orangeade.

He laughed at the memory of the comment his friend had made to him days before. Blue orangeade, what was he supposed to mean by that?

"There, I got my piggy bank!", shrieked Bernard, walking out of the store with a bag in his hand.

Tim smiled. He indulged Bernard's every whim, yet he would never have bought him something like that. It seemed so ridiculous to him that he couldn't help but burst out laughing as soon as he saw Bernard's dazzling smile as he walked out with the item in his arms.

"What are you laughing at, I'm going to hit you.”

Tim laughed louder and Bernard accentuated the pout on his lips.

"Nothing, it's just that your unicorn amuses me," he said, smiling. “It's getting late. Do you want to go see a movie at my house?”

Bernard undid his pout and smiled with raised eyebrows.

"Are you inviting me to watch Netflix so that when we get there you can tell me that you don't actually have Netflix, but that we're going to fuck? Because if so, I accept.”

Tim let out a laugh.

"No, I was actually planning to say that I lied to you and that we would actually watch all the Marvel movies in chronological order. I already found Endgame bootlegged.”

"I refuse!" Bernard said at once. “I don't want to have you pouting over a man in metal armor. Not again. I already put up with you once over the phone after you went to see him at the movies.”

"But I'll put up with you crying over anything!” Bernard stuck out his tongue teasingly and started to laugh, but Tim frowned and pulled him close to him to catch him in a hug and give him a kiss on the lips to stop teasing. They both ended up smiling.

"All right. Then we'll watch The Hobbit, shall we?", he asked teasingly.

"Leave me out of your sappy stuff", he demanded.

"Do you prefer The Lord of the Rings?”

Bernard made a frightened face and denied.

"Which of the Marvel ones will we see first? Iron Man? I like Iron Man. Or how about Star Wars? That's also one of your sappy tastes, but it's less sappy than The Hobbit.”

Tim started laughing again and pulled Bernard close to him again to fill his face with little kisses. He really adored that boy, everything about him.

Steph was right: he was worrying about stupid things. It was impossible for them to break up, Tim wouldn't allow it. Bernard was the best part of his life and the only thing that brought him a happiness he was unable to describe in words. What did it matter if they were absolutely nothing alike? They were different from each other and that was what made them special. What made their relationship special.

They were blue orangeade, there was no doubt about it. Complementary colors that seemed totally different from each other, but together they were the most precious combination of all. They were good for each other and that would never change.

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#bernard dowd #tim drake #robin #red robin #timbern #timber #dc #batman #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #my fics #stephanie brown #anyrobin

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sansloii · 7 days

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☺ for miss koko uwu

“He's my favorite.” bubbles up into her throat in an instant, sitting on her tongue with a thoughtful expression on her face. It sounds childish — playing favorites and saying it like that — but that's the first thought that comes to mind. The mob boss stays silent for a couple moments and a thoughtful expression eases on her face as she mulls over the rest of her words. Ultimately, though, she leans forward to rest her arms on her knees with small smile.

“…You know that feeling you get when you're around someone and you know they're like… your person. It seems so vague, right, but… that's the feeling I get with Ignis. He's my person and I know that I'm taken care of.”

“And, trust me, I hear the whispers — the little conversations my men think I don't catch. Things like “Oh how can she trust him? He used to be this, this, and that.” or “He was a cop and it's a bad look and draws too much attention.” or — and this is my favorite — “She has a type…”. All are fair criticisms and I don't mind them.”

“But I know Ignis is a good man.” she says, resting her chin on intertwined fingers. “And probably a better person than I have ever been or will be, if I'm being entirely honest. He had every opportunity to betrayal me, to arrest me, or sell me out to his superiors at the time; and it's not like he didn't understand who I was and what I did after a while. Even then, he stayed loyal.”

— And, right now, she is certain that he would never leave.

“So… he's earned my trust and every, single thing that comes with it. I'd be a fool not to covet it.”

free compliments | @rexpyre

#rexpyre #🗪 ┊ ⧼ you all are some chatty cathys! ⧽ ⇹ ( asks. )#✖ ┊ ⧼ i’ve got heels longer than your dick ⧽ ⇹ ( d. )#.and as usual #.ig is koko's favorite so she gives reasons why

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fatal-rewrites-warriors · 1 year

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15 Questions Game

Tagged by @blorbologist !

1. are you named after anyone?

My middle name is the name of my great grandmother <3

2. when was the last time you cried?

Uhh, hm. I'm not quite sure, maybe the ending of this one book I read? I don't cry much.

3. do you have any kids?

nah

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

no, definitely not. me? use sarcasm? i NEVER use sarcasm

5. what's the first thing you notice about people?

Uh. Demeanor, if that makes sense? Like I don't remember what this gentleman I met yesterday looks like, but I do remember that he was very...steady. Fairly stoic, and he spoke somewhat slow and careful.

Meanwhile the lady who was helping me beforehand was much more upbeat, very positive and helpful and attentive. Great personality on that one I would trust her with my life.

6. what's your eye colour?

Blue! If you look closely, I've got a ring of gold around my pupils. It's p neat.

7. scary movie or happy endings?

I like happy endings. Melancholic or bittersweet endings are nice too.

8. any special talents?

I'm really good at catching things

9. where were you born?

Canada

10. what are your hobbies?

Drawing, writing, gardening, DnD, sewing, cross-stitch,

11. do you have any pets?

Four cats!

Sunny I got a couple years ago after my little old lady, Echo, passed. She's turning 8 this year and so far is the only one well-behaved enough to sleep in my room with all the plants in here fjfjf

Omen came with my partner, he's about 4 now and he started out so anxious that he wouldn't leave his room. Now he plays regularly with all three of the others, and is getting better with strangers every day uwu

Beau is our 2 year old. He has an angsty backstory of being an abandoned stray, but over the past year he's really opened up and started trusting us. He likes to follow me around the house and do chores with me

And the latest addition, Azriel (or Azzy) who is just barely a year old now. Rough start with this guy, but him and I have started warming up to each other. His worst trait is that he must. Climb. Everything. Also he's albino

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

Played softball for a bit, wrestling, some basketball, some volleyball. Does track count? I used to be one of the fastest for 100m dash in the city

13. how tall are you?

5'4"

14. favourite subject in school?

Mm, English, Art, and Creative Writing.

15. dream job?

Haven't quite figured that out yet :P

I'll tag mmm @vincent-mango @hueynomure @shadoe-song @ravenbarley-barn and anyone else who just really wants to do this.

#tag game #decided to do it on this blog since i am more active here lol

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ducknotinarow · 2 years

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[UWU]

"Hmm...is it me, Steve, or is it a little cold in here?" Peggy asks, her flirting obvious as she cuddles up to him, "Maybe we should warm each other up?"

Oh so very shameless, without restrictions holding her back, as Peggy idly rests her hands on Steve's chest, before laying her head on top as well. She smirks, eyes shut as she curls up close,

"I'm your soon-to-be-wife I'm allowed to do this."

| Muse Interaction

It was so rare to get a moment to relax like this, rare to relax in the first place even but steve had some trouble pulling back when it came to the S.H.E.I.L.D. or even Avenger missions. was one thing when it was all he had to do to fill in his time but now? Well, now he had many reasons to sit back and take a breather whenever he could and one of them was just to squeeze in every possible second he could spend time with Peggy, as he was lying back on the bed just winding down from a long day. TV in his room was on Steve just flipping through the channels flickering through new casts, to sitcom reruns on some channels hosting them for air space. Letting himself sink into the bed as he was ready for the day to come to a close, reclining back in a pair of sweat pants as he finally found something of interest to watch. Resting one arm back behind his head, the other to his stomach as he held the remote in hand.

When Peggy made her way over to the bed now Steve's attention shifted to her smiling the second he knew she was there as she moved to lie on the bed with him. He felt as the bed shifted as she brought herself closer to him.

"There you are," Attention turned her way to whatever he had on long forgotten now as he moved the arm behind his head over to rest over her instead.

"Hmm...is it me, Steve, or is it a little cold in here?"

"You're cold?" Steve questions looking over to the thermostat in his room, every room had one so they could keep it as cold or warm as they liked. Steve liked to keep it too cold and in the summer usually had it off. The room shouldn't be cold? Steve went on to think wondering if Peggy was getting sick now as he completely seemed to be missing the fact she was flirting with him. Eventually, he would pick up on the hint but it wasn't yet, sadly for Peggy. As she cuddled in closer to him asks, her flirting obvious as she cuddles up to him,

"Maybe we should warm each other up?"

"I guess I could always turn up the thermostat for you, I got extra blankets even" Steve went on to ist out of concern only now catching what Peggy was up to as she placed her hand on his bare chest along wither her head cuddling up even closer against him. "oh" Steve let fall out of his mouth as thing finally seemed to click for the dense soldier. Peggy may have had a point about how dense this man could be.

"I'm your soon-to-be-wife I'm allowed to do this."

Steve's cheeks getting a touch of pink to the flesh both from getting a little flustered and from only now getting the hint Peggys was throwing his way. But! he had decided he wasn't going to leave it be no if his wife, well soon to be wife. Was cold it was clearly up to him to help take care of her. Lifting the remote that was resting on his stomach up he hit the power button and set it odd to the bedside table on his side of the bed. "Oh you're that could uh?" trying to recover from his trip up before as he starts to turn in towards her. As he moved to slip his arm under her to move her along with him till he was hovering over her, smiling down at her. "Would be much of a soldier if I just left you to freeze now would I?" he suggested himself trying to show some initiative her way. As he gently lowered himself down lips seeking her own out he shifted his position a listing so he could more comfortably set his elbows to the bed, kissing her firm and deep as always. As if it be his last one shared with her again, Steve never wanted a single kiss to be wasted now that he had her back in his life, breaking it enough to a least talk to her a little. "Think your right though is cold but this helps." He tried to play along with watching how she quirked her mouth into an assumed girn, slipping her arms up to hold around his neck, Steve leaning back down to properly capture her lips in his own. Letting one of his hands rub at the side of her arm just gently stroking it as thier share kissed deeper, Peggy gently bit his bottom lip as Steve opened his mouth for her. Dropping down letting his weight press down against her. Arms finding thier way under her to rest behind her back and and pull her in closer to him, bodies pressing up fitting into place against the other. Steve was all too aware of every curved pressing in against him right now as his fingers started to rake through the back of his blond locks of hair. He could feel how the hair started to stand on end from her touch. Pulling out from the kiss once more resting his forehead on hers they paused to catch thier breath. "Hmm I don't know Pegs I think you're ice cold might need to keep going just to make sure. After all, I know what it's like to be a human ice cube can't ve letting my soon-to-be wife suffer the same." Listening to her chuckle and roll her eyes just got him to smile bright taking it as an invite as he lower back down to kiss that laugh.

#muse| steve rogers #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[ can i have this dance for the rest of my life aflockoffeathers]#muse interaction #stay qeued #((steve is so dense it's a wonder he didn't just sink in the ocean u-u))

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ishvlnpckpockt · 6 days

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RELATIONSHIPS — TALK ABOUT THE MUSE

NAME: Nadya Ramzi Natalia Brahms

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: She doesn't know, she's too preoccupied to think about that sort of thing

PREFERRED PET NAMES: If you use any pet name on her, she'll seem averse to it on the surface, but that's only because it just catches her majorly off guard every time. She secretly loves them.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

FAVOURITE CANON SHIP: I don't think think I can answer this since Talia is not a canon character lmao

FAVOURITE NON-CANON SHIP: this remains to be seen uwu

OPINION ON TRUE LOVE: It's a complicated question for her. She hasn't felt love for anyone in over a decade so she'd have complicated feelings on it

OPINION ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: She thinks it doesn't exist.

HOW ROMANTIC ARE THEY?: Not very, at all. The whole concept is foreign to her. She's resigned herself to thinking that romance isn't something she'll ever experience in her lifetime.

IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS: She seldom pays attention to things like that, and it's not really a factor in whether or not she likes someone

IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS: Someone who understands her plight and doesn't try to minimize it. Someone who's confident, protective, and convicted in their beliefs.

UNATTRACTIVE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Again, she does not pay attention to appearance

UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: Bootlicker. Persistence.

IDEAL DATE: Long walks, stargazing, hanging out on rooftops

DO THEY HAVE A TYPE?: Not that she knows of

AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH: Can't say since she's never been in one lol

PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY: This is kind of specific but sleeping on shoulders

COMMITMENT LEVEL: Once you've got her loyalty, you've got it for life. She will die and kill for you.

OPINION OF PUBLIC AFFECTION: Is a bit embarassed by it but not opposed entirely, as long as it's not over the top

PAST RELATIONSHIPS?: None

tagging: idk man go ham

#;dash games

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isekyaaa · 10 months

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This went through my head when I was writing my previous post, but I dislike the concept that you shouldn't do something if someone doesn't like it. Personally I feel it's unrealistic and very.... uwu safe-space-y.

In the case of my previous post, it'd be the fact that the villainess doesn't like the male lead, and yet he consistently puts himself in her presence. Someone can say that he shouldn't do that because she doesn't like it. But as that previous post pointed out too, they are in a political engagement decided upon by their parents. As nobles, they have obligations to fulfill. What they personally want doesn't matter. There are times you have to do things you don't want to do because it is your responsibility to do so.

I also think that going too far in the above mentality infringes upon your right to live your life. If you know someone doesn't like you at work, are you expected to accommodate them by avoiding the break room and bathroom in fear of running into them? If dogs give your friend anxiety, will you let that stop you from owning a dog? If your friend dislikes a specific person that you personally have no issues with, will you avoid that person to respect your friend?

While the first two are easy to decipher, I know the last one will catch people's attention. Personally, if the person you dislike didn't maliciously harm you in some way, I feel you have no right to expect your friends to avoid that person.

To paint a picture, my friend really disliked this one girl because she was a whiny attention seeking flirt that flirted with anything that gave her attention, even guys eight years younger than her. They even had a few clashes here and there. However, even though she may not have liked it, even she realized she didn't have the right to stop me from interacting with the girl. Whatever beef they had was between them. It would be unfair to me to rope me into it, especially because I was friends with both of them before the clash.

While I do believe in the golden rule of not being a jackass, there is a difference between being a jackass and asserting your right to autonomy. The sad fact of the matter is that you can be the nicest person in the world and still upset people. You can still make people uncomfortable. Not only that, people have different thresholds with what they are able to handle and what they will allow. What's important to realize is that these thresholds are subjective. Your thresholds will only match you, so don't push them onto other people.

#rambles #i will say tho that if you know your friend dislikes someone you don't know personally #it would be a dick move to purposefully go out and meet/befriend that person #the situation i'm giving in the post is when you are already friends with/acquainted with both people #i have to continuously remind myself of the words in this post whenever my friend gets upset #she is a very moral-outrage kind of person #she gets offended very easily #she also gets uncomfortable very easily #and when she vents about these things she is looking for people to validate her feelings #however to validate and leave it as just validation would be to agree #so i have to force myself to always give my viewpoints so i don't get caged into her expectations unwillingly #it's very hard #just because something bothers her doesn't mean it needs to bother me #just because she refrains from doing/liking something doesn't mean i need to refrain from doing/liking it to #don't be a jackass but don't let people walk over you too

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unseelie-grimalkin · 1 year

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💛 🧡 all 3 uwu

Tríona

How do they confess that they like someone?

There are exactly two ways a Tríona confession can go down:

She tells it in a guilty way where she apologizes for not managing her emotions better and that she’s sorry about this burden but they should know because it makes her unbiased and partial in her decision-making.

“WHY DO I CARE? BECAUSE I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU! …wait damnú I said that out loud.” She bolts. Scooby Doo Chase sequence ensues. She does not succeed because she is 5’2” and, while she’s in shape for hiking, she’s not a sprinter. And also Flan is the fastest of the ROs, SO. She is Not Escaping, especially from Mr. "I. Will. Not. LOSE!"

Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

Not on purpose. There are hints, but they are more like footprints in the sand rather than painted handprints. Sarcastic nicknames (calling Flannán a priceless idiot, unmitigated ass, His Smugness, hotshot), looking for him in any room she’s in, Poetry Falls Out Of Her Mouth Like Nobody’s Business (while making fun of him even!), paying attention to his body language (fun facts! Tríona will say that Flan has a different jaw clench for every mood and, when I write him at least, she's right! There's one for “I am trying so hard to be a king right now” and “I want to punch sO BAD” and “I am trying so hard not to do a jock laugh” and more!)

Ronit

How do they confess that they like someone?

She has been jokingly telling Shae that she loves them since…at least one week into becoming their sheltered cat? The feelings (crush into actual romantic love) themselves run back that far, but if she masks it all as a joke, they’ll never catch on! Definitely!

When she actually wants to confess, it’s never explicit in words. She confesses in actions: taking an arrow, drinking a poisoned cup to save them, doing something risky but calculated. She’s not looking to die, but she is looking to protect and that’s her way of communicating that she’s listened and learned from Shae. Ronit, before Shae, would not consider any kind of risky but calculated protective maneuvers and would rather save her own skin. But a Ronit in love has learned how to care about others in a very real way and communicating that to Shae in words is hard (an “I love you” does not communicate all she wants to say and she feels that if she tries it through words, she’ll panic and try to slither out of the conversation), so. Action.

Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

She makes socks. She races them to mend tears in their clothes, oddly competitive about it. She jokingly says she loves them and is in love with them, all jokes, definitely jokes, don’t look deeply at it. She calls them a sunflower. She takes their hardships personally and fiddles with them behind the scenes (I.E. oh, someone called them a brownie? Two days later, that person is missing something functionally important to them. All left socks, a new saddlebag, tools, etc). She shows off a little (she’s not insufferable or boastful, definitely not loud about it, but she’s confident in what she’s good at and she’ll make it a show if she catches them watching her work), she’s clannish and protective in ways that just…were not there beforehand, if you think carefully.

An adjustment from partners in crime to partners period, if you can spot it.

Lachtna

How do they confess that they like someone?

Depends: has Lachtna’s stupid high insight score picked out that you like him? Unless you’re a damn good liar (better than Keagan, at least), he will sit back and wait for you to confess first, especially if he figures that you’d want to make it a Thing. If you’re the type to want to make it a thing, then he doesn’t want to take that from you and will eagerly await your confession.

If he hasn’t picked up that you like him, he will simply tell you. It will be like being hit by a truck. “Hello, I love you, keep safe, okay letting you get back to what you were doing.” This is not because he views himself as a burden or anything like that: if he doesn’t pick up that you like him back, he will simply be looking to open a door for you. Whether you enter that door (walk with his wild side) is up to you. Ball is in your court and damn if he doesn’t want to play fetch.

Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

No. Good luck 🫶

(His signs aren’t that much different than his regular “I like this person as a friend” signs, so. Good Luck 🫶)

#caitríona rowan #ronit doyle #lachtna ó faoláin

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demon-blood-youths · 2 years

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☂️ saya & rust! maybe getting caught in the rain? uwu

Before defeating some Elder Bairns, it starts to pour rain. First, it was light but then it became a downpour once they defeated the monsters. The blood was washed away from his fists and the blood from Saya's sword. It also includes the blood under the monsters' corpses.

"Ah...shit...it's like rainin cats and dogs here..." He puts his hood up as it's raining hard. He can see the droplets hitting on his clothes. Then the blond looks over to Saya, widening his eyes at her. She's going to be soaking wet if she gets caught in it. He needs to think.

Unfortunately, there is no umbrella and there is no store nearby to get to. So the thing he can do is.....

"Hey, hey...Saya." He tries to get her attention as he approaches her, "Here...." Rust takes off his grey hoodie right away and puts it on her. He puts a hood over her head to cover her hair. "You're going to be wet and gonna catch a cold if you do." He knew it was not enough but it was better than having nothing.

"Come on, let's get going," Rust said, taking her hand and leading her to get out of this rain and take her home back to base.

Sure, the blond is going to catch a cold but it's worth it.

@goreburdened

#rp #ic #goreburdened ( the slayer & the blood queen saya krisaragi )#machinedestroyer #knowing rust...he would give Saya his hoodie to cover her from the rain.

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Hi! Love your writing! (◔‿◔) And I wanted to ask if you could do a reaction where the Tokyo Revengers boys (Mikey, Draken, Baji and Chifuyu. You can put anyone else if you want.) Where their s/o is similar to Nezuko from Demon Slayer. You don't have to do it but if you do, thank you! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

A/n : thank you so much for requesting. This is the first request so I really hope you enjoy it ❣️.

Nezuko is so cute, innocent and small yet so caring and strong. She takes a good care of her family and friends.

Tokyo revengers boys reaction to s/o similar to Nezuko.

Draken:

• You know how big and tall Draken is. So having a small cuddly s\o would make him really protective of you.

• He thinks that your height is super cute comparing to him.

• He likes to rest his arm on the top of your head to tease you and see your cute pouty face.

• Draken is a tough guy feared by many but when he’s with you, he tends to be childlike.

• He has a soft spot for you, he cherishes you the most. Likes to cuddle with you anytime, anywhere the most important thing is you being protected in his embrace.

• Sometimes you catch him staring at you with heart eyes, there’s something about you that’s charming.

• He likes your skin, he always tells you that your skin is soft like marshmallow. He leaves sweet kisses all over you arm, shoulders up to your face.

• He also admires your caring and motherly side. You take a good care of him especially when he’s injured or just exhausted after a fight.

•He likes to call you kitten or babygirl.

• He likes giving you backhugs , his hands travelling to rub your stomach.

• Wants to marry you as soon as possible.

Mikey:

• The cutest couple to ever exist.

Both of you goof around a lot.

• Mikey has a lot of enemies so expect him to be extremely protective.

• He's aware of how strong you actually are and that you can protect yourself, but he can’t help it because he sees you as a soft delicate young lady.

• Another thing he appreciates about you is how attentive and thoughtful you are .

•You remember small details about him like his favorite snack his favorite food , his favorite type of motorcycles…

• You treat him very well, and you’re the only one that can take the burden off of his shoulders.

• Both of you are always sleepy especially after eating. Most of the time you spend your date at home taking a nap after eating a lot of delicious food.

• Both of you would sleep in each other’s arms . warm and nice ( imagine cuddling with Mikey uwu ).

• He likes to call you lowkey cheesy names like sweet cupcake or honey ( hopeless romantic ).

• Mikey loves pecking your lips. They’re pouty and adorable which makes him want to taste them.

• Trust me both of you are just made for each other.

Baji:

• This man loves how determined and committed you are.

• He admires the fact that despite your small and delicate figure you’re in fact a strong powerful woman.

• He just brags about having you as his s\o.

• He lives for your duality. He loves your soft side as much as your sharp side.

• Sometimes he teases you and tries to make you angry just so he can enjoy you cute angry face.

• It drives him crazy when you act protective of him and sometimes it turns him on. He thinks it’s hot.

• Baji forgets to take care of himself sometimes ( doesn’t get enough sleep , skips meals , gets injured ..) he sometimes does that on purpose so you can take care of him.

• He knows how responsible you are, so he enjoys himself when you shower him with your acts of services.

•He loves it when you offer to give him a massage , he melts under your touches, and he always tells you that you have magical hands that are able to take all the pain away.

• When you’re in your badass mode he likes to tease you and call you ‘my little devil ’ however when you’re being all cuddly and goofy which is 98% of the time he calls you ‘love or darling' .

• He loves kissing your neck and likes poking your sides he thinks it’s cute and funny when you jump because you’re a ticklish baby uwu.

Chifuyu:

• This soft boy omg.

• Chifuyu loves everything about you. He always tells you how flawless you are.

• Everyone calls you the vanilla duo.

• He appreciates your selfless and considerate nature.

•You’re just so caring and ready to sacrifice yourself just for your family and friends.

• He’s really grateful of the small acts that you do to please him.

• You always leave cute little notes for him, it just makes his whole day.

• He believes that you’re an angel who was sent to make him the happiest.

• He praises you a lot, he tells you how beautiful, strong and special you are.

• You’re just different and unique in his eyes.

• This man LOVES your hair . his face is always buried in your hair inhaling the delicious smell.

•He makes cute comments like “ babe your hair always smells really good it smells like candy” “I can stay like this forever” “did you change your shampoo?” . he pays attention to the smallest details.

• He loves kissing your cheeks and booping your nose.

• He often calls you cute pet names like princess , babe , sweetheart .

• Aah he’s so romantic.

Note : gifs are not mine, credits to the owner.

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