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dyaz-stories · 4 months

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hands shaking from holding back from you || Hyun-Su x f!reader

summary: Spring is here, and Hyun-Su offers to take you out on a date, which soon leads to more between the two of you

word count: 3.5k

warnings & tags: some fluff, angst because it's sweet home, kissing, heavy make-out session, gets pretty suggestive but never explicit, monster!hyun-su makes an appearance, the pronoun 'her' is used once in reference to the reader

first one-shot · previous one-shot

A/N: to give a little context, reader and Hyun-Su were in high school together, reader was only there for a year before going to another high school, and therefore has no knowledge of the bullying which hyun-su was a victim of. this one-shot can be read independently (there's nothing intense plot-wise that requires having read the other parts), but I do recommend reading them for context.

There is something strange about spring returning in a forever changed world. It had been so fitting, the apocalypse starting with winter, when everything was dead and desolate. Now, nature is starting to bloom again. The streets should be filled with noise and people, and you should be studying for your exams. Instead, you’re rationing your food, and you haven’t been outside in forever — you don’t need to, now that you have a knight in his torn hoodie to make sure you have everything you need.

Hyun-Su truly is the silver lining in the situation. The only good thing in the world as it is. He’s been more confident around you lately, more at ease. Still, it surprises you when he comes by on a sunny afternoon, and offers, with this soft, cautious voice of his:

“Do you want to go out today?”

You’re putting away some fresh fruits he picked for you, and you turn around in confusion.

“What do you mean, out?”

‘Outside’ is dangerous. ‘Outside’ is a place you only go when you’re desperate, and you plan as efficiently as possible, to ensure you spend the least amount of time there. ‘Outside’, everything is a threat, and you can only breathe when you’re back at the house.

‘Outside’ regularly takes Hyun-Su from you.

Sure, he’s around a lot more, these days, but he still has to leave every now and then. You’ve come to understand that you’re not the only one who relies on him, but he hasn’t provided an explanation, and you haven’t pried. It burns a little every time he leaves, and yet…

And yet, the fear that he wouldn’t answer if you asked is worse. The fear that he might not come back if you didn’t let it rest. The fear that if he had to choose, he wouldn’t choose you.

“It’s nice out,” he answers, and you notice him retreating even as he’s still speaking. “But you don’t have to, if you don’t want to—”

“No, I’d love to,” you cut him off before he can doubt himself further. “I just— Wouldn’t that be— dangerous?”

“Oh.” He smiles, and it’s mesmerizing. It’s not the bright, joyful smile you were used to seeing, back in high school, but being more subdued doesn’t make it any less genuine. “I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

There’s no cockiness in his voice, just confidence.

“Then… Sure. I’d love to go out with you.” And you’re not usually the type to say that, because you don’t have the guts for it, but you feel comfortable enough with Hyun-Su to lean towards him with a playful smile. “It’s a date then?”

He lets out a brief, surprised laugh, then glances down at his feet while his cheeks and ears turn red.

“Sure. It’s a date.”

Even if you were the instigator, you still feel your face burn at how soft his eyes are when he looks back at you.

He looks at you like you’re one of the seven wonders.

You see him lick his lips as his eyes fall on yours. You could always take the step to fill the distance between the two of you, but Hyun-Su rarely initiates, so you want to give him the chance to do so. When he does, it’s always so soft and so careful, like he’s afraid of breaking you. After a few seconds, he clears his throat, looks away again — and it’s alright. You won’t rush him.

“I’ll go get ready,” you hum, stepping out of the room.

You miss the way Hyun-Su follows you with adoring eyes.

When you emerge back from your room, Hyun-Su is waiting for you, and you follow him, heart rate spiking when you go through the door. Being outside again, without the need to go get some specific and vital item, is— strange. Your eyes dart around you, constantly taking in your surroundings. There are surprisingly few monsters, compared to the chaos that was early winter. In front of you, Hyun-Su walks casually, seemingly without paying much attention to what is happening around him. You trust him, you really do, but there’s you still find it unnerving about that.

When you jump at some faraway sound, that turns out to be just birds flying away, scared by your approach, he offers you his hand, an amused smile on his lips. He might even suppress a laugh, but you can’t tell for sure.

“Is that okay?” he asks you softly as he closes his fingers around yours.

He treats you like you’re made of porcelain.

“It’s much better,” you reply with a smile, even if you feel a little sheepish.

For a second, he stares into your eyes, before he looks away and lets out a deep, long exhale. You don’t question him, just give his hand a squeeze, hoping it comes off as a silent reassurance.

He squeezes back, then pulls you with him as you keep going through the city.

“Is there— Is there nothing here anymore?” you ask. It feels like you should have seen a monster by now.

“They’re here,” Hyun-Su replies casually, like monsters aren’t a death promise. “They just know better than to approach.”

You swallow. You understand what he doesn’t say — they know better than to approach him — but it’s not that much of a reassurance, for you. You quicken your pace to stay closer to him. It says a lot about how far he’s come that he doesn’t jump when your shoulder brushes against his.

“They’re not all dangerous,” he says. You know he intends for it to be reassuring, but all you can do is grimace in response.

“They might not be,” you answer — you remember a flash of wings as an unseen monster ripped the snake-like creature that was trying to enter your home —, “but it’s not like I have a way of knowing which ones are safe and which ones aren’t.”

There’s a long silence as Hyun-Su keeps walking.

“But isn’t that true of humans, too?” he asks you in the end. He sounds so— sad, and yet you don’t know what to tell him to make it better. He’s not like them, you want to assure him. You’d never conflate him with the ones that tried to murder you — but it’s not like you can forget about them altogether either. Being wrong about trusting a monster, being wounded once could sign your end.

“It is,” you reply slowly. It’s especially true in this new world, where humans have dropped all their inhibitions. “I guess it’s just— Humans have been less of danger to me, you know?” A brief laugh. “But it’s not like I’m running after them either, right? I haven’t stepped foot near the shelter.”

Your dad didn’t trust the military, and you’re distrustful of authority. There might be strength in numbers, but you wouldn’t feel safe being surrounded by men with machine guns while you have nothing.

Hyun-Su hums at your answer. It does seem to have brought him some comfort, and yet you feel the need not to leave it at that.

“You know I trust you, right?” He freezes and turns to look at you. “Both sides,” you insist. “I know you’re safe.”

His lips part as if to say something, before he closes them again and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. Finally, he nods.

“I feel safe with you, too,” he says. The sentence catches you by surprise, almost makes you want to laugh, because— who in their right mind would think you’re a threat? But Hyun-Su says it with such gravitas that you can only assume that there’s something that you don’t know about under there. Truth be told, there’s a lot you haven’t talked about with him. He’s not talkative, not anymore at least, and it’s hard to know which questions you can ask before reaching a painful subject. And there are countless of these, for everyone, since the Apocalypse hit. “Come on,” he adds after a few seconds. “We’re almost there.”

He pulls you towards a half-broken down outside staircase. You can’t make your way up on your own, so he grabs you by the hips to help you up, and you let out a surprised yelp when strong hands pull you close to him, his chest against your back, to lift you up. Immediately, his body tenses up and he stills, which means you’re all too aware of how close he is now, of his breath on your neck and his body against yours.

“Sorry,” he says. “Is that okay?”

Gosh, he’s sweet to ask, but you’re really happy he cannot see your expression right now.

“It’s fine,” you squeak, “just caught me off guard. Don’t worry about it.”

He seems to hesitate for a second, and oh, you’re so aware of his fingers on your hips, before he lifts you up as if you weighed nothing, first on his shoulder, then easily higher, so you can grab the bottom of the staircase.

“All good?” he asks once you’re up there.

“All good! Do you need—”

But he’s made his way up before you can finish your sentence, and you blink. Right. Some people are athletic.

“Go ahead,” he says, gesturing towards the stairs. “I’ll catch you if anything goes wrong.”

It shouldn’t feel reassuring, should make you think that you’re at risk, but you meant it when you said you trusted him. Knowing he’s there to watch over you… It’s like having your own personal guardian angel.

There are no issues, however, and you soon arrive on the rooftop — which takes your breath away. This had to have belonged to someone with money, because there is a whole garden there. Overgrown grass, flowers, and even a few trees. Birds are chirping, and it feels… Well, it feels like the kind of places you’d go to laze around on a sunny afternoon with your friends, like an actual park. Being secluded and high up, it is however much safer than any park you could actually go to now. When you turn around, you’re met with an impressive view of the city. It looks peaceful from up here, just a quiet spring day.

Then you notice that Hyun-Su is staring at you, and what you see takes your breath away. He’s smiling. Actually smiling. Wide and bright.

You’re quick to look away, embarrassed by the emotions you’re sure are obvious on your face. Tilting your head up, you let yourself receive the sun.

It’s been a long time since you’ve been this happy.

Hyun-Su often feels that, when he’s with you, all he can do is stare. He likes watching you when you’re at home, going about your day in the house, or sitting by a window and reading. It makes him feel so— welcome, knowing that he can just be there, with you, and that you’ll never mind his presence, never ask him to leave.

Never ignore him and pretend he doesn’t exist.

It makes him feel like he belongs, being around you, makes him feel at peace.

Or, at least, it did, because the emotions swirling under his skin right now are much more complex than they used to be.

He met you, or met you again, in the winter, when you were bundled up under coats and scarves and layers upon layers of clothes. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed the change in your wardrobe lately.

It makes sense, of course. Days are getting warmer. Not only is there no need for you to keep wearing pullovers and disappear into huge coats. But the way your clothes are hugging your body these days, how they accentuate your curves, how your t-shirt rides up to reveal the skin of your stomach…

He can’t say that it makes it more difficult to be around you, because he doesn’t think that anything could do that. You make him feel like he can breathe again, like he’s finally coming up to the surface after spending ages lost in dark waters, not knowing which way was up and which way was down. It’s just that it— takes a lot of place in his mind.

He can already barely stop thinking about you as it is, knows that the Kid and Yi-Kyung have noticed already how his mind always seems to wander away from them. This, though, this is a whole other can of worms. Because he doesn’t know how to act about it. Doesn’t know how you’d feel if you knew. Doesn’t know if you’d look at him with pity, if you’d tell him you never want to see him again, if it would disgust you.

Yet, no matter how much he tries to stop himself, he always comes back to staring. You tilt your head up towards the sky, close your eyes.

You’re beautiful.

If he was another man, he’d walk up to you to wrap his arms around you, he’d whisper something in your ear, he’d kiss you.

Just as the thought crosses his mind, his leg twitches. It takes him a second to understand that it’s not just an involuntary muscle reaction. Inside him, the monster is swelling, clawing its way up towards the surface.

If you don’t do something about this, I will, it whispers inside him. And let’s be honest, maybe that would be for the best, because what could you do? At least I wouldn’t be afraid to touch her.

Hyun-Su tries his best to force it back down, to ignore the sting of the words, but the monster refuses to let up. Finally, he takes a step in your direction, then another. The closer he is to you, the less the monster puts up a fight — but it still refuses to go down completely.

You turn to look at him when he reaches you, tilting your head in quiet questioning.

Hyun-Su feels himself lifting his hand to touch your cheek, and it’s so spontaneous, so natural that he can’t really say who’s in control there. Your skin is soft under his, and as he leans in to kiss you, he cannot forget how fragile you are compared to him. How one wrong surge from the creature he harbors inside himself could end it all, how careful he needs to be.

And, when his lips brush against yours and you kiss him back without hesitation, he’s reminded of how you either don’t know that or don’t care.

There must be something in the air, because without thinking, his hand comes to your waist, then the small of your back, pulling you close to him. Again, he can’t tell if it’s the monster making its own decision, or if it’s just natural and he’s just doing what he truly wants to do. Both thoughts are worrying.

But you’re not aware of all the questions going on his mind, and all you do is tilt your head up to give him better access to your mouth — and it makes his pulse rush and his mind goes haywire.

Normally, he’d know better. Right now, he feels your hands, trapped against his chest, gripping his hoodie and pulling him down towards you, just a little closer, because there isn’t much space left between the two of you anyway.

He tilts you back now, still without thinking — there isn’t enough space for that in his mind at this moment, not when it’s so filled with you you you — hands firmly holding you against him. His tongue pushes against your lips, and you part them almost immediately, welcoming him in your mouth. His blood is pumping, his whole body feels scorching hot, and you’re right there, running your fingers along his jaw and over his neck, leaving burning trails everywhere you touch.

His tongue intertwines with yours and he feels, more than he hears, you whimper into him.

Immediately, a sense of urgency forces him to pull back. One second, he’s pressed against yours, the next, he’s taken two steps back, and your eyes open in confusion.

“Are you okay?’ he asks, searching for a way he’s hurt you, anything indicating that something’s wrong. But all he finds is swollen lips that you press together as you glance away from him.

“Um, yeah, everything’s fine,” you mumble, and it takes an embarrassingly long time for him to understand what kind of noise that was.

Oh.

He’s immediately desperate to hear it again.

He brings you back against him to kiss you once more, and there it is, coming from the back of your throat.

He’s not sure what happens, who initiates what, if he’s in control at all, but soon he knows that your back is against the grass, and he’s above you, kissing you just as fiercely. Your hands are wandering now — his shoulders, first, then his arms, then tracing the muscles of his chest and down to his abs. He wants to respond in kind, wants so badly to feel you, but the second he moves his hands, fear assaults him again.

“Is that—” He breaks the kiss to look at you in worry. “Is that okay?”

He illustrates the question with the softest of touch on your skin. You let out a brief laugh — not a mocking one, though.

“You really don’t have to keep asking that,” you say, and your eyes are adoring. Then, when he stays still, you push yourself on your elbows to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. Then his jaw. Then his neck.

Hyun-Su can only stay there, frozen in bliss, as you pepper his skin with kisses. Finally, as you’re reaching his collarbone, you take his hand in yours to bring it back on your body, and then you lie back down, allowing him to take the lead now.

His hand is shaking as he slides it under your t-shirt, all of his senses overwhelmed with need. He wants you so bad, he has a hard time understanding it. Kissing you is familiar. The way your body arches against yours, pushing into his touch— isn’t. His immediate want for more, more of the sounds you make, more of your body, more of you, that is all new, too.

He feels feverish as he mirrors your previous actions, kissing down your neck and lingering in one spot when he discovers it makes you whimper. Now that you’re not muffled with his mouth, your sounds echo louder, and they’re music to his ears, in a way that fuels the fire you’ve lit inside him. His hips press down into you, and a jolt of pleasure jolts through him, which when he realizes that he’s—

He tears himself away from you for the second time, stumbling back to end up just a couple meters away from you.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “sorry about that.”

You sit up, looking a little confused.

“Are you okay?” you ask softly.

It’s his line, and it takes him a while to piece together what you could mean by that. It’s not like there’s any way for you to hurt him. If anything, you should be disgusted by him. There’s no way you didn’t feel him, which means you know he’s hard. But you’re just looking at him in concern.

“Sorry,” he repeats. “I shouldn’t— I shouldn’t have—”

“Hyun-Su,” you call gently as you scoot over towards him. “It’s all good. I didn’t— um— I didn’t mind. But we— we can stop here for now, if you’d rather.”

Inside him, the monster protests vaguely, but this time Hyun-Su has no issue sending it back to the abyss it came from. He’s overwhelmed, heart beating erratically, and he doesn’t know what would happen if things kept going. He wasn’t in control, not really, and he— he can’t risk it. Not with you.

“Sorry,” he repeats, feeling miserable.

Slowly, you put your arms around him. There’s nothing suggestive about it. You’re just doing your best to bring him comfort.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. Your fingers run gently through his hair in appeasing motions. He rests his head against your shoulder.

He’s not alone.

You’re just there, talking to him, touching him, right against him. You’re not doing anything to move away, not looking at him like he’s some mistake, and it feels like his heart is trying to jump out of his chest.

“Thank you,” he mumbles.

Your fingers still for a moment, before you go back to your ministrations.

“For what?”

And, God, the fact that you don’t even know, that you don’t even realize everything you’re doing, everything you’ve done for him since that first day when you spotted him in the street and ran after him…

He draws in a trembling breath.

“Thank you,” he just repeats.

You don’t ask any more questions, just keep gently playing with his hair.

The sky’s blue, the birds are singing, the town is quiet. It’s just you and him, sitting in the grass, on the rooftop.

If someone were to miraculously pass by and see the two of you there, they’d probably think that you were, indeed, on a date.

okay, I hope you're enjoying this little series! I'm not sure what I'll work on next. i know i'm eventually going to write smut for them, though it's going to be very soft because... well it has to be between them lol. someone has also said they wanted to see them tackle the world together a bit more, so I'm also thinking about writing a one-shot where they meet ha-ni and ho-sang, because i thought that ho-sang's intense dislike for hyun-su could imply they've met before. anyway, yeah, i have a couple different ideas.

i would really appreciate it if you left a comment, whether here, in the tags or in a reblog, and tell me anything you're liking in this series! interactions really motivate me and keep me writing :)

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fluentmoviequoter · 19 days

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I Don't Want Easy

This is a combination of an idea I had and this request!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!reader

Summary: When Tim leaves in the middle of the night, you don't know what happened. After you find out you're pregnant a few weeks later, you must decide whether you want to wait for the man who abandoned you or move on.

Warnings: angst, pregnancy (r is pregnant), discussions of divorce, brief mention of fainting and hospitals, mention of cheating, there is a fluffy ending with comfort I promise

Word Count: 2.0k+ words

A/N: I feel like this could have been better and longer, so I may continue it later!

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You’re used to being alone when you wake up. Today, though, feels different. The house is silent and there’s no sign of Tim.

Four hours before, Tim moved silently through the shadows of your home to gather his things. His Metro captain texted him an urgent SOS, a signal to go undercover. You know that Tim has been undercover before, but the current case requires a certain disconnection. Tim can’t tell anyone, not even you, his wife, that he is leaving or where he is going. Uttering a single word would jeopardize numerous lives, and despite Tim’s guilt about leaving you, the lingering idea of being the reason for the death of his fellow officers convinces him to stay quiet. Tim kisses your forehead and whispers an apology before he slips out, unsure when, or if, he will see you again.

As you walk through the house later, you notice some of Tim’s essential belongings are gone. There’s no note, no messages, and you feel a deepening sense of dread. Tim has been stressed lately, and you know that he can struggle to deal with his emotions. When you see that Tim’s go bag is gone, you know somehow that Tim is gone, and not just for the day. The sunrise illuminates your home and the absence of your husband… perhaps your new normal.

✯✯✯✯✯

Six weeks later, you’re pacing in your kitchen as Angela ends a phone call.

“Nothing,” she sighs. “No one in the division has heard from him since, uh, since he left you,” she tells you.

“I’m scared,” you admit quietly.

“Hey, no matter what happens, you’re not alone, okay?”

Angela pulls you close before hugging you. The timer on your phone chimes a moment later, and Angela nods before leading you back to the bathroom. A pregnancy test lies in wait, and you clutch Angela’s hand in one of yours as you flip it over.

“It’s positive,” you whisper.

“And?” Angela asks.

“I’m really happy, I think. But I also don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I can’t keep waiting for him, Angela.” “He may not be gone, not from you,” Angela soothes. “He’s disappeared suddenly before.”

“For a day, Angela! It’s been a month and a half. Tim isn’t coming back.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

You chew your bottom lip before asking, “Does Wesley know any good divorce lawyers?”

✯✯✯✯✯

Within a week, you have the papers to file for divorce on grounds of abandonment. Your lawyer is confident that if Tim can’t be found by the LAPD, he won’t contest the divorce. You, however, can’t seem to find the courage to sign the papers and return them. After another sleepless night worrying about Tim and what you’ll do without him, you call your lawyer and tell her you’ve changed your mind.

“Keep the papers, okay?” she says. “And if you change your mind and want to file them later, give me a call.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Four months later, your stomach is proudly showing your baby bump. The divorce papers are still sitting on your table, and you look at them every time you walk past them. Rubbing your hand over your growing bump, you wonder what happened to push Tim away so thoroughly and so suddenly. With your due date growing closer and your future on the line, you know that you need to file the papers, but you can’t.

Across town, Tim and three other Metro officers stumble into the station. They’ve been working nonstop, living in violent environments, and moving around so frequently that they often didn’t know where they were when they tried to sleep.

“There’s one more house to purge,” their captain says. “If we can hit it today, you can all go home and sleep easy.”

Tim sighs before leaving the station yet again. The case is closed by the end of the day, but Tim doesn’t know if he should or can go home. You’ve been alone for so long; Tim doesn’t even know if you are still his wife.

After checking into a nearby hotel, Tim gets comfortable for the first time in too long, but his thoughts keep drifting to you and the emptiness beside him.

You wake with a start as glass shatters. The sun is rising, and you rush into your closet to call 911. They promise that an officer is nearby and will arrive to help you soon. With your hands clutched protectively over your stomach, you wait for the familiar sound of sirens. Angela will insist that you stay with her until your house is secure once again. Your thoughts are ripped from Angela and her protectiveness as someone walks into your bedroom.

“LAPD!” an officer yells from the front door.

The man in your room rushes back out, and you hear the following commotion as he’s placed under arrest. Standing shakily, you try to calm down before you exit the closet.

“Bradford,” an officer says when he sees you.

Tim turns, and his shoulders drop, like he’s never been more relieved. When his eyes drop to your bump, however, the tension returns, and his eyes widen. You watch his fast-changing reaction, and when it meets your fear from the break-in and the stress of being pregnant alone, you feel like you may faint. As you extend an arm toward the wall to steady yourself, one of the other officers moves toward you and yells for the paramedics. When they enter, and push Tim back, he can’t look away from you and the small crowd separating him from you. Your hand isn’t visible from his position, but he looks down at his wedding ring and wonders if you still have one on, too.

“How far along are you?” a kind EMT asks.

“Uh, 17 weeks,” you answer.

Tim calculates quickly and realizes that you got pregnant just before he left. Or after. Because you are safe, though you agree to go to the hospital to get checked out, Tim leaves before you do to return to the station. He won’t admit that your reaction to seeing him again drove him away, not to anyone at the station. Your reaction causes him to think that you don’t want him around, and don’t need him, so Tim will stay gone.

“Tim!” Angela calls when he returns.

“Hey, Lopez. I need your help,” he replies.

“I heard the call over the radio. How much do you know?”

“More than I’m supposed to, I’m sure.”

“What are you going to do about it?” “Move out. Permanently.”

“What? Timothy, are you out of your mind? She needs you! She’s been miserable the past four months!” “Because of me! I made her miserable because I didn’t think I had another choice, and I won’t do it again. I have a choice now.”

“Tim, you have to go home and talk to her.”

“She has other people now, Angela.”

Angela stops quickly, and the look in Tim’s eyes saddens her.

“You don’t think you’re the father?”

“It’s been a long time since I left,” Tim says softly.

“She wouldn’t cheat on you.”

“I know that. But if she knew that I left her, and left me, too…”

“Go home and talk to her,” Angela demands. She knows the truth and knows that Tim needs to hear it. “Trust me for once.”

When you get back from the hospital, everything is a blur. You’re upset because someone broke into your house, emotional because of the pregnancy hormones, and confused about why Tim was here, acting like an ordinary patrol cop after disappearing for months. Everything hurts, inside and out, yet you don’t know how to deal with it without Tim.

Someone knocks on the door, and you assume one of your neighbors saw the police car drop you off and wants to check on you. You are incredibly wrong; you realize when you open the door and see Tim. He freezes with his hand poised to knock again.

The sight of you causes Tim to panic. He suddenly can’t find the words to say, because none of them seem good enough to explain himself and make you see that he still loves you. His sudden silence reads as disinterest, and his lack of comfort causes your emotional, stressed, confused body to react poorly. Your stomach flips and you leave the door open as you rush inside. Tim watches your face change before you run inside, and he doesn’t hesitate to follow after you.

Tim enters the bathroom beside you and gathers your hair in one of his hands as the other presses against your spine.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “I got you. I’m not leaving this time.”

Your breaths grow shallow, and Tim pulls you close until you have both calmed down. Once your breaths begin to match his, Tim moves to see your face, and you ask him to take you to the kitchen for water. He agrees and keeps both hands on you as he helps you stand and leads you through your once-shared house. As you prepare a glass of ice water, Tim notices the papers on your table. He reads the names at the top and hates himself for waiting so long to try to talk to you; he should have come straight home and shown you what you mean to him.

“Do you- do you want me to sign these?” Tim asks as he raises the petition.

When you see him holding divorce papers, and offering to sign them because he thinks that you want him to, tears blur your eyes, and your water falls to the floor. Ice cubes and water spill across the kitchen floor, and you sink to your knees in the puddle to gather the broken pieces. It’s symbolic, and your tears multiply as you realize that your life is similarly spilled and broken.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tim calls as he enters. “Don’t.”

He lowers his hands to help you up, but you don’t move. Tim sits in the water beside you and waits for you to come to him. The moment your head hits his chest, your tears slow. Months without Tim didn’t change anything, you realize; nothing important, because he can still comfort you with a touch and cares about you and your safety.

“What are you doing here?” you ask against his shirt.

Tim sighs before telling you about the case. He doesn’t leave anything out, because you deserve the truth, but he doesn’t complain when you cling to him during his account of the most dangerous moments. He came home, and that’s what matters now, but you have something to explain to him, too.

“I didn’t sign the papers,” you admit. “Couldn’t. When I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t want to do it alone, but I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone but you. Tim, you could’ve come home the moment you returned.”

“No one would have blamed you for leaving. Anticipating it was better than being blindsided by it.”

“So, what now?” you ask.

Tim kisses your cheek, and you turn to look at him before giving him a proper welcome-home kiss.

“Now,” he says against your lips. He pulls back and continues, “Now, we start where we left off, and I do what I should have done four months ago.”

“What’s that?”

“Not leave. You, both of you, are never going to be alone again. I promise.”

You nod and move your hands over his shoulders to pull yourself closer. Your bump gets in the way, and Tim chuckles before murmuring that he’ll have to get used to that.

“Let’s go,” Tim says before lifting you from the wet floor. “Lopez is probably calling you.”

“Tim. This won’t be easy,” you say. “We both missed a lot.”

“I don’t want easy. I want to be married to you and learn to do it all together, no matter how long that takes. Anything you want, it’s done. You want room, say the word.”

“I don’t want room now.”

“Then let’s go catch up. Want me to order food?”

“That or cook in a wet kitchen.”

“What do you and the baby here want?”

“Daughter,” you interject. Tim hums in question and you smile before explaining, “We’re having a girl.”

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shadowbriar · 2 years

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Remus Lupin - Off My Limit

Pairing : (F/M) || Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count : 4.2k Warning : Drinking. Harsh language. Angst. Notes : Break ups were never easy, but breaking up with someone you can hardly call your lover is even worse.

She’s waiting impatiently, occasionally biting her finger nail as she waits for the cocky Gryffindor boy to return to his dorm. Being a student of the other house, she has no other option but to sit on the staircase, foot shaking in nervousness. They’ve been friends since they were still in nursery, surely he’d understand her reasoning. Because to put it simply, she’s already at the end of her tether.

Every trick in the book has been carried over the years and none has given a satisfactory outcome. The most complacency returned was years ago, when she finally gathered the courage to ask for a seat at his table in the library. He was always there, nose buried deep in between the leaves of some novels or whatever book he finds amusing. How he always furrows his brows whenever he’s being drowned into the other world has somehow become her personal gravity. She loves watching him read. The fact that he never seemed to realise how her eyes were always glued on him was a relief and a curse at the same time.

She wanted him to notice her, yet she doesn’t want to lose the chance of watching him up close like that.

“What are you doing here?” The awaited boy said as he stared at her, brows raising in suspicion “You’re not stalking on Moony, are you? Merlin, I know you like the boy but I didn’t think you’d be creepy about it!”

“I was waiting for you, arse hat!” She spat in annoyance, pulling the boy away from the Fat Lady so that other students could enter and they could have a more private conversation “I need your help, Potter.”

“Figures.” James said sarcastically with a rolling eyes “I’m not going to spike his juice with Amortentia, Doll, it’s illegal.”

“I’m not asking you to spike his drink!” She argues, teething even more at her friend’s taunting “Why are you always twice the annoyance whenever I want to talk to you about him?”

James sighs, “I’ve told you thousands of times, Doll. Remus is a complicated person, I can’t really help much with your love affair with him.”

She lets out a huff.

The warning her friend constantly waves at her has been a permanent resident of her mind for years. She knew how complicated Remus is, the years of effort on trying to get to know him has certainly made her notice. It was the sole reason as to why she tries to find the most delicate ways to approach him. If it were any other boy, she would confidently march in and utter her interest, but this is Remus John Lupin we’re talking about. The boy’s special and a special boy surely requires a special care.

“What, does that mean he doesn’t like me then?”

“That’s not what I’m saying.” James says with a sigh, placing his hands on her shoulders in effort to make her understand better “Remus is just.. He has a lot of things to figure out and takes care of. As his best friend, I don’t think I’d appreciate the fact that someone is so persistent in being around him, even after years of him showing the slightest interest.”

She frowns.

“But as your best friend.. Doll, I just think that it’s time for you to drop your puppy love for him and find someone else, alright? You’re barking up the wrong tree. Romance is far out of Remus’ interest right now.”

“Well, couldn’t you share with me the problem he’s facing or whatever it is that’s holding him? Perhaps I could help.”

James shakes his head, “It’s not my place to share, Doll. Just please trust me when I say it’s not something you can sort within one or two months. It’s something he has to live with for the rest of his life.”

The frown on her face is now replaced with a disappointed look. She’s dying to know the burden Remus is carrying, promising in her heart that she would lift it off of his shoulders. But James was right, it wasn’t his secret to share. The only person who has the right to talk about it is Remus and seeing their very limited extent of friendship, it’s clear to see that the secret would forever be buried for her.

But is this it? Should she finally give up on her crush for him? She knows that they’re not making much progress, but the slightest change of his affection meant the world for her. Like how he’s sending her more smiles on the hallways now and how his shoulders no longer tense whenever she sits next to him in the Great Hall. They’re trivial, sure, but knowing how private Remus is, she feels like these progress were giant leaps to future intimacy.

Romantic intimacy, she hoped.

“Hello, you two.” A voice greets from behind James “Fancy seeing you here, stranger. Coming to the lion’s den, how brave.”

She smiles at Sirius’ comments weakly. Behind him was the boy she’s been dying to see, hands buried deep in his pockets as he shoots her a gentle smile. Oh how she wished she could keep him in her pocket.

“I was just about to leave.” She says, now feeling anxious to be at an arm's length from Remus “I’ll see you boys around.”

She surely didn’t see it as she walked past the boys in a hurry, looking down to the staircase in an attempt to avoid his eyes, but Remus’ smile dropped the second she left. He finds it odd how she seems to be avoiding him. She would usually stick around, exchange a banter or two with Sirius before finally leaving with a cheerful wave and wide smile. This time it was different. The kind of difference that pulled one or two of your heart strings.

“That’s odd.” Sirius said, tilting his head to the side as he watched her go “What did you say to her to make her flee like that, Prongs?”

James shrugs, “Nothing, I promise.”

“What did she want with you?” Remus asked, brows furrowing in curiosity.

“Nothing, just some assignments for Potion class.” James lied, not wanting to twist the matter even worse “Don’t worry, Moony. There’s nothing going on between us, she’s all yours. There’s no need for you to be jealous.”

—-

Remus has never had many friends so when she started to pull away, her absence left a great void in his heart. It may also be caused by his burgeoning infatuation for her that’s gotten him stirring on his bed at night. Point is, he could sense that she’s been steering clear of him and he hates it.

He’s found himself scanning every face in the hallways whenever his class ends, hoping to find her in the sea of students. Reading in the library felt strange too, now that he’s sitting alone at their table. It was as if she’d vanished. A beautiful ghost that he once knew and never had a chance to hold.

The only time he could see her is during meals. She would always sit on her House table, back facing him as if she didn't want to see his face. It tortures him. Not knowing what it was that he did or didn’t do that pushed her away like this. Sure she’s been avoiding the Marauders all together, but it’s a lot more personal for Remus. She doesn’t wave at Sirius in the hallways whenever they bump into each other, or skip and fasten her pace to keep up with Peter at the Main Courtyard, and she certainly doesn’t secretly nudge and tickle James during breakfast.

Yes, Remus notices.

Every feeble affection she’d shown for him, he notices it all. He knows that the only reason she goes to the library is to see him. She hardly got any work done, not with her eyes fixed on him every time they have their study session. She might not know it, but the only reason Remus never dared to speak to her in the library is because he knows that when he averts his eyes and sees her face, even for just a millisecond, all of his fortress would crumble.

Long before James accidentally spilled her secret crush on one of their game nights, Remus had already known the brewing interest she’s got on him. It wasn’t hard for him to guess, seeing how she’s always hovering around like a bee on a fine spring day. At first Remus did find her presence to be upsetting, he’s not the best person to interact with the opposite gender, but her crafty ways to stick around eventually win him over and now he couldn’t function properly without smelling her perfume or feeling her head resting on his arm.

“Moony,” Peter calls, snapping Remus back to reality “You alright, mate?”

“Brilliant.” Remus nods, waving the book on his hand slightly “Just reading some novel, here.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, “Since when do you read books upturned?”

Noticing his upside down book, Remus hurriedly tossed the novel away. His cheeks turned red from embarrassment.

“Alright, gather round.” Sirius said, waving his wand to the door and locking it “We need to have a team meeting.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “You’re overreacting.”

“You don’t eat your meals, hardly ever go to the library anymore, and now you read books upturned. You’re certainly disturbed, my friend.”

Peter nods, “I have to agree with Pads. You’ve been zoning out more than usual and your usual is already a lot, Moony.”

“I’m fine, you lot are just dramatic.” Remus insisted, trying his best so that his friends would drop the topic “I’m just feeling tired. Full moon is coming, my body’s aching more than the other days.”

Sirius and Peter eye him suspiciously.

“It’s my fault, Moons.” James breaks his silence, staring at his friend with an apologetic look “I pushed her away, I’m sorry.”

Peter raised his brows, “Pushed who away?”

“What did you do, Prongs?” Sirius asked, his tone slightly raising.

“I just- I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t think she would draw back just like that!” James said in defence “That day you saw us talking by the Fat Lady, she was asking for a favour. She didn’t tell me what it was, but it was about you Moons.”

Remus’ face went pale, lips in a tight line as he anticipated his best friend to continue.

James sighs, looking defeated, “She was looking desperate. She’s been asking more about why you seem to never notice her effort and don’t return her affections. I told her that you’ve got something to figure out and it wasn’t my place to say, but she shouldn’t be waiting for you because it’s not something that would be resolved in the near future.”

The other boys remain silent.

“I just didn’t think that it was fair for you to keep on tugging on her thread like that, Moons. The girl’s been head over heels for you for years! Don’t you think she’s been waiting for long enough?” James asked, trying to convey his intentions carefully “You said it yourself, you’re not going to date her. It’s cruel of you to make her hope for something that wouldn’t happen. She’s my best friend too. As much as I care for you, I care for her, too.”

Remus nods, understanding his friend’s reasoning.

Every word uttered by James was true, it was cruel of him to let her drown in false hope. He loves her, there’s no denying of it, but they can’t be together. He couldn’t share his burden with her, not after all these years of kindness she’d poured for him. It would be egoistic of him to pull her into his sea of torment. If he really cares for her, then he should let her go.

“Moony-”

“Prongs’ right. I stalled too much time, I didn’t realise I was turning into the villain.” Remus said with a forced smile, nodding to himself “Well, it’s good to know that she’s moving on now. Thank you for telling her, so that I don’t have to, Prongs.”

James nods, still looking guilty and apologetic.

Remus stands up, taking his books and bag, “I, uh, I think I’ll head to the library now.”

“Moony-”

Flicking his wand to open the door, Remus didn’t let Sirius finish his sentence. He couldn’t face his friends right now. The storm raging in his head, lump forming on his throat, and knots on his chest were too much to bear. He doesn’t want to let his friends see him shattering into pieces. He needed some time to process this alone.

—-

Break ups were never easy, but breaking up with someone you can hardly call your lover is even worse. The emotions and memories were real, just that there wasn’t any label that could be revoked. The ache however is arguably more painful as you can’t really tell if the feelings were mutual or was everything just an imagination of one party.

Ever since their talk that night, Remus had tried his best to avoid her. He’s exchanged seats with Peter during meals so that he doesn’t have to see her back from their table. He’s also moved to the Astronomy Tower to read his books instead of the library because the memory was just too intense for him to bear. He’d tried moving tables or even sitting on the floor of the empty shelves, but they just don’t work. He would always have his eyes on the door, hoping that she would enter and find a seat next to him as she used to.

His efforts didn’t go unnoticed either. It breaks her even worse to know that he’s pulling away too, in a way confirming all the ugly scenarios in her head that he’s never seen her that way. It was just her and her fantasy only. The secret teasing, shy smiles and glances were nothing of meaning. Remus Lupin never reciprocated her feelings.

Luckily for them, their ‘break up’ happened near the Christmas break so they didn’t have to see each other for too long at school. The distance and space had slowly healed their wounds, feeling rather optimistic that when the school started, they could act civil and that the ache would no longer be as agonising as it was.

Such belief lasted until an invitation landed on each of their doorstep.

The Potters were throwing a Christmas party. Seeing how their families have been close since forever, there was no question that she had to attend it. Even if she fakes an illness or shaves her hair bald, her mother would still drag her out. Even though she wasn’t even sure if Remus would be attending, the possibility of his presence already made her cower in cold sweat. She wasn’t sure if she’s ready to see him again.

Days leading to the Christmas party have been nothing but racking. She’d sent James an owl, asking if Remus would be there but the annoying git never bothered to return her letter. It was as if he enjoys tormenting her, making her suffer in silence from all the emotions she hoards for his best friend.

Entering the Potter’s Mansion behind her parents, she scans for the familiar glasses boy, hoping he could show her where the booze is kept so she could get hammered by herself on the corner. She knew that some of her Hogwarts friends were invited but she wasn’t in the mood to socialise. She only wanted to have a temporary good time, even if she’s to be nagged to death by her mother the following morning. What matters is tonight, her heart doesn’t have to ache too much from the boy who’s far off her reach.

Boy, how wrong was she to have hoped for such fortune.

After looking for a few minutes, she’s finally spotted him. Standing alone by the champagne table, hands buried in his pockets as he always does. He was dressed well, long gone was his unkempt hair. One look of him and all of her efforts of moving on is poured down the drain.

Taking a deep breath, she finds her feet stepping closer to him. An unsure smile was decorating her face, the moment their eyes locked to each other, “Remus.”

“Love.”

The emotions she’s feeling were indescribable. Her chest was warm from his smile and the pet name, yet as fast as it came it was gone, replaced with disdain over the fact that he would never mean it as she wished he did. Once again falling into the never ending loop of loving Remus Lupin.

“Have you seen James?” She asks, trying to distract her mind from him “I’ve yet to see that git.”

“He was here a few minutes ago but then he said he had to greet the guests or something.”

She nods, not knowing what to respond.

Underneath his calm demeanour, Remus was wreaking havoc. The wind had helped him get a scent of her perfume once more. She was beautiful, the most beautiful he’d seen of her. Perhaps the fact that it’s been far too long since they’ve seen each other had all the effect on him. He was sure that he’d memorise every feature of her yet right here right now, he seemed to be once again in awe over her beauty.

As if the roles were switched, it was his turn to watch her intently. With the same love and admiration she’d always shown to him in the library, Remus couldn’t comprehend the luck he’s been graced to know someone as enchanting as her. If only he wasn’t doomed for life, he would’ve fought every battle there is to call her his.

“Remus,” She calls, pointing at a hidden bottle of whiskey under the table “Should we start a party elsewhere?”

He smiled, nodding in agreement.

Taking the bottle and hiding it under her coat, Remus follows her like a lost puppy. This is the first time he’s been to the Potter’s Mansion and seeing how easy it is for her to navigate around the rooms, Remus quite literally had no other option but to follow her suit. Not that he’s complaining, of course.

Closing the door of the study room, she then plops herself to the sofa. With ease she opens the bottle and chugs its content, looking as if she’s parched.

“Easy now, Love.” Remus says as he watches her with slight worry “One more gulp and you’ll dethrone Sirius from his chugging throne.”

She didn’t say a word, only handing him the bottle for him to take.

Remus, having a sense that she’s not in the mood to drink just to be tipsy, only drinks a couple gulp before placing the bottle to the table.

“The whiskey’s disgusting.” She commented as she took the bottle again “Did Potter go bankrupt or something? Couldn’t they serve better quality drinks?”

Remus chuckles, “You stole the bottle, Love. For all we know it might not actually James’.”

She shrugs, taking another gulp.

In no time she was a giggling mess. Her lipstick was smeared, hair all messy from her harsh movement. It is the first time Remus sees this side of her. She was always there at every party the boys had ever thrown, yet there hasn’t been a night where she’s completely lost it. She was always the type to drink just to increase the hype, never the irresponsible one. The sight of her state now is increasing his anxiety rapidly because he doesn’t know what to do nor how to take care of her.

Her body was heating up from the alcohol but she didn’t mind. So long as her brain doesn't lecture her about how charming Remus looks tonight or how much she wants to rest her hands on his shoulders and pull him close, she’s alright with it. Whatever it takes to stop her from falling to the same void again.

“Love, I think that’s enough drink for the night.” Remus says softly as he gently takes the bottle from her hand “Any more and you’ll be poisoned instead.”

“Why don’t you like me, Remus?” She asks, slurring. Her eyes were closed, thank Merlin for that, otherwise she would’ve seen the horror in his eyes.

Remus chuckles nervously, “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” She answers, this time sitting up to face him “Otherwise you wouldn’t have avoided me too.”

Remus blinks, unable to form a sentence. He was caught off guard. Perhaps that’s why she drinks tonight, to have enough fuel and ask the heart wrenching question herself.

“I like you, Doll.”

“No, you don’t.” She says firmly, frowning “I have tried every possible approach to get close to you but you never seem to be interested in me. Why is that? Am I not pretty enough?”

The sadness reflecting on her eyes was too much for him to bear. She might say it nonchalantly but he knows that she’s hurting and he hates it. He hates the fact that he’s the sole reason for her to be hurting. He hates the fact that he couldn’t comfort her from her heartbreak. He hates the fact that he couldn’t give her what she wants. He hates it.

“You’re like a sister to me.” Remus lied, biting his lower lip “I can’t like you like that.”

“Then don’t see me as a sister. See me as a woman.”

“You’re not my type, Love.”

“What’s your type like, Remus? I can be that person.” She says, still being so persistent as always “I can be whoever you like.”

Remus didn’t realise how white his knuckles had turned. His hands have curved into a ball as he tries to contain the truth that’s so fighting to burst out. He wanted to let her know the truth but he knows he’s not ready to have her fear him. He’s not built for such a response from her. And even if she accepts him as he is, then what? It’s not like he could offer her any future together. The only thing he could serve is pain and shame and it’s surely not something he wants to give to her.

“I can’t like you like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“Because I hate the fact that you’re always around.” Remus says, twisting the fact on what made him love her to something that he hates about “I hate that you’re everywhere. I can never seem to get away from your grip.”

She remains quiet, studying his expression.

“I hate that you’re always there, when I need space and time alone. You came and you never left.”

Tears were welling up her eyes. Remus knew that he’s hurting her but in his mind, it had to be done. She has to understand that they can’t be together. She’s just too precious for him to ruin. Someone so delicate and devine who deserves all the best the world could offer. She’s simply off of his limit.

She sobs, “You’re lying, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not lying.” The cracks of her voice were breaking him from the inside but he had to continue “I hate your presence, I hate your smile, your laughter. Everything about you, I hate it.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Merlin, what is it that you want from me, really?!” Remus yelled in frustration as he stood from his seat “You ask me why I don’t like you and I answered. Why can’t you just take it and be done with it?!”

Her lips quiver in fear. She’s never seen Remus angry before. His sudden raise of tone was flinching her, terrifying her that her tears are now pouring like a tidal wave. Perhaps her perfect gentle Remus isn’t so perfect after all.

“I don’t like you and I never will.” He says firmly, trying to fight the tears forming on his eyes “I think it’s best that we avoid each other from now on. I don’t want to have you around me anymore.”

With those last words, Remus left the room with a slam of the door. He was being cruel, he knew it. He could've talk to her gently, making her understand why they could never be together instead of lying and lashing out at her. But the latter would require more time and higher risk of them falling deeper in love with each other and he just couldn’t risk it. She’s been hung on false hope for too long, he had to be cruel and end it right then and there.

A tear rolled down his eyes as he walked out of the mansion. His chest was aching. Every inch of his fibre was burning, fighting the urge to turn his heels and run back to her. The sight of her crying will forever be burned in the back of his head as a remainder of just how much of a monster he truly is. If hating him is what it’ll take to keep her away then he’ll do it. No matter how great the damage is for his soul, so long as she’s safe and sound, he’ll find comfort on the bed of his shattered heart.

↠ Kiss it off Me

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blitzyn · 1 year

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Thoughts on modern Jock!Childe ? This au lives in my head rent free and iusudgdbjchdhdjchcbcksg

HELP I WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS I KINDA FORGOT THAT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JOCK CHILDE. i hope this is ok though. if it's not u can request something else/the same thing and ill try my best to come up with something more related to what u want. also!! i wasn't sure if you wanted nsfw or not so i just kept it sfw

gn!reader

> I can see him playing American football or hockey, truthfully. He enjoys the thrill of dangerous body-to-body contact and fast paced gameplay.

> He, surprisingly, knows how to play various other sports, too. He may not be the best, but he is well informed on the rules and the general idea of how to play. Just give him about 10 minutes to get the hang of it, and it'll be like he was born for that sport.

> He devotes a lot of time on his primary sport, but always makes sure he does his school assignments. Alongside with his desire to be the best in his sport, he also strives to be phenomenal academically, even if the work he turns in isn't the very best sometimes.

> Now! Childe isn't one to focus on romantic relationships very often. He doesn't believe he has a need for one. He's got enough attention in his school as it is. He's confident he could find someone in record time with the sheer amount of fans he has, but he also doesn't want to waste his time on someone if they don't truthfully like him and only view him as a trophy to flaunt.

> But that's also where you come in! It took him a while to get to properly know you, much to his delight. Don't get him wrong, he enjoys meeting new people and the small talk it brings, but he prefers the challenge of figuring out someone's quirks and habits before they tell him.

> You had also treated him like he wasn't a star student-athlete, and more like a friend. Like his status in school didn't matter. Although that was later into your friendship; you had spoken to him rather coldly at first.

> He was interested in how you so easily ignored the envious glares of particularly obsessive supporters when the two of you were chosen to be partners during a project one time. In previous experiences, some of his partners took it upon themselves to do most – if not all – of the work, leaving Childe with the sole job to present in front of the class. You did no such thing. You made sure to cut the workload in half between the two of you and kept it upon yourself to remind him of the upcoming deadline and to produce good work.

> He appreciated how you treated him like an equal, even if it was a bit harsh.

> And then came the dreaded time when a specific project required one of you to head to the other's house in order to properly complete it. You knew he had quite a number of admirers, but you'd never realized some of them would go so far as to begin threatening you (most of which you knew were empty), or even resort to going physical in order to instill fear.

> Of course, you never took them seriously. After all, they were diehard fans that would forget about Childe as soon as school was over. Although it did annoy you how they disrupted your routine for the sake of their own satisfaction.

> One fateful day, as you were making your way towards Childe's house after you had to go back to yours to grab something, two obsessive admirers managed to spot you. At first, they were easy to ignore, but they had very quickly resorted to shoving you to the floor when you refused to give them the reaction they wanted.

> Luckily, you weren't too far from Childe's house, and he managed to spot you from one of his windows. You'd never forget the looks on their faces when they saw him walk up with a cold, unamused, and almost angry glint in his eyes.

> After they had left, he insisted on buying you something in return for having to deal with those types of people because of him. He really was sorry!

> You begrudgingly accepted his offer, and went on a 'date' with him.

> It took quite a while of you denying your feelings for him for you to finally admit that you did, in fact, have a crush on him. Although it wasn't during a desired moment (it was while you were playing a game of truth or dare), it felt relieving to reveal what you had felt for so long. You were very glad to know that he felt the same.

Now, more about your relationship!

> You were very surprised to hear that Childe had been talking about you to his family. Even though it was your first time meeting them, it seemed as if you were an old friend to them.

> Loves to give gifts. You have no idea how he makes so much money to buy you things you've always wanted or even things you lingered your gaze on for more than five seconds. It always makes you feel a little bad since you don't give him anything very often, but he reassures you that all he needs is your smile. And a kiss.

> Very affectionate, too! There is not one moment where he doesn't at least have a hand on your body. It's even worse – or better, depending on how you see it – in private. Hugs you all the time. He does understand if you're more reluctant with physical touch, though. He asks for permission every time he wants to hold you unless you specifically tell him you're okay with it.

> Has a death grip when he's asleep. Once you're in his arms, you're stuck there the entire night. It'll take either you being stronger than him or some miracle to tug yourself out of his hold. It's kind of become a problem that you had to learn to accept.

> Loves kisses. He plants them everywhere - your forehead, cheeks, lips, neck, arm, anywhere where there's skin showing. It's mandatory to kiss each other before one of you leave the house. Even if you're only leaving to get the mail.

> I see him as more of a competitive arguer. A lot of the time, you two only argue about small things like where the TV remote goes or who's making dinner that night. But in the infrequent instances where you are genuinely arguing, he can't help but go on and on until he gets the last word.

> If you buy him a piece of jewelery, he always makes sure to kiss it after he takes it off in the locker room before a game. It's his good luck charm!

> Enjoys showing you off, but tones it down if you feel uncomfortable about it.

> He finds it hilarious when you try to squirm away from him after a victorious game. You whine and shout about how sweaty he is, but you're more than happy to give him his kiss. Most of the time.

> Occasionally waves to you when he gets the chance during his games. He loves seeing the smile it brings to your face when he does so.

Super sorry it's short, I ran out of ideas lol

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fitrahgolden · 4 months

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Lady Bridgerton

Kate sat at her vanity, lost in her own reflection. She knew who she was now. It had been a little more than half a year, and she felt like she was settling into herself, into the life that lay ahead of her. Into the life she had chosen. She had begun to find some equilibrium. She did not think this day would upset that, but now that it was upon them, she was not so sure.

Kate had gone through the changes, but not all of the formalities that mark the change. And that’s all this was. A formality. That’s what she had been telling herself. But it wasn’t that simple, was it? Formalities would be a constant in her life. She would perform them, and demand the performance of them from others. It was now intrinsic to her occupation as the Viscountess Bridgerton. She would continue to scoff at them in her head, in the privacy of her home, in the company of her husband and his family–now her family, all of whom she already loved dearly.

This introspection was another step in Kate’s journey to understanding Anthony more and more with each passing day. Perhaps he no longer used his title as Viscount–and the responsibilities such a rank required–as armour He no longer needed to. But it was still a role he needed to step into and out of frequently, seamlessly. Now, she would be doing the same along with him, right by his side. And she was more than up to the task. Of that, Kate was certain.

“Kate?”

Her husband’s voice brought her back to the present. She shook her head and turned towards him with a smile, “Yes?”

“Are you quite alright?” He placed a hand on her shoulder, and she placed a hand over his.

“Yes. I suppose we should get ready.”

“We should. Before I leave you with Clara, I wished to give you this.”

With his other hand, he offered a jewellery box to her. She took it from him and opened it, finding an intricately formed gold hair comb, accented with diamonds among the floral motifs.

“Of course, I do now know what you two have planned, but I had hoped this would work for today.”

Kate removed the comb from the box and ran her fingers over the metal and gems. She nodded, sighing softly. “Yes. I believe this shall work perfectly.”

She looked up at him, finding him leaning down to kiss her, lingering long enough that Kate had to push him away, or risk throwing them completely off schedule. He backed away with a laugh.

“Do not be nervous,” he advised on his way out of their bedchamber.

Kate tsked and responded defensively, “I am not nervous!”

“Do not be nervous, Darling,” Anthony repeated, closing the door before Kate could say anything else.

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“I do not understand. Kate is married. Why must she be presented before the Queen?” Hyacinth looked up from her chess game against Gregory as Violet flitted about the drawing room, preparing to leave for Buckingham House.

“Well,” Benedict chimed in from his reclined position on a settee, “let us remember that Kate is married to Anthony, so perhaps Her Majesty is mercifully bestowing upon her another chance.”

“She must be presented at court,” Anthony punctuated his words by snatching a scone out of Benedict’s hand, “because her change in marital status, name, and rank require it.”

“Indeed,” Violet concurred as she glanced out the window, ostensibly making sure the carriage was being readied. “And, of course, this will allow Kate to sponsor Franny's court presentation. And yours as well, Hyacinth, when the time comes.”

“And God help England when it does,” Benedict murmured.

Violet attempted a chastising look at him, but it was obvious she felt similarly.

Anthony looked at his pocket watch then over to the hallway.

“I am sure your bride has not escaped out the window, Brother. She had her chance long ago.”

Anthony opened his mouth, a retort ready when–

“Not that I could fit through a window at the moment.”

Anthony stood and he turned toward Kate as she shuffled confidently into the room. If anyone could shuffle confidently, it would be his Kate. Clara was close behind, minding the dress’s hem–well, hems–as Kate moved. Her gown was… voluminous, to use one word. But, it also served as further proof of what Anthony had long suspected–there was nothing his wife could wear that she couldn’t carry as if it were made for her. He was sure he’d never seen this gown before, but it felt intimately familiar at the same time.

It was Hyacinth who beat Anthony to the conclusion. “Oh, it is your wedding dress!” she clapped.

Kate looked down, her expression wry as she smoothed down the layers of her skirts, though it was obvious that the poof was a permanent feature. “Ah, it used to be, yes. I commend you for your ability to recognise it, Hyacinth, considering the miles of material underneath which it has been buried.”

“Do you not like it?” Anthony asked, his eyes still pursuing the many details of Kate’s ensemble, smiling at the clip that sat as beautifully in her hair as he imagined it would. Moreso, actually.

“It is… I believe the Queen will be pleased.” She shrugged.

Eloise finally looked up from her book and frowned. “You have my deepest sympathies, Sister. I do hate to see any woman suffer as I have.”

“Yes, Eloise, do regale us with your tales of woe, for yours is a life plagued by hardship and misfortune, indeed.” Benedict pouted at her patronisingly, undeterred by his sister’s glower.

“Well, I think you look like a princess,” Hyacinth beamed.

Kate smiled kindly, “Thank you.”

Anthony made his way to Kate’s side, taking her hand into the crook of his arm as he whispered, “She is not wrong. I cannot say I disapprove. In fact, I think all those skirts look like they may be a true pleasure to attempt to navigate.”

He did not give her a chance to respond–though she seemed intrigued–before turning to his mother. “Shall we?”

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“The Right Honourable Lady Kathani, Ninth Viscountess Bridgerton, presented by the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton.”

Anthony tried to suppress his prideful grin as he watched his wife being escorted by his mother towards Queen Charlotte, curtsying appropriately, the picture of grace.

The Queen nodded curtly with the smirk before waving her hand impatiently.

“Rise.”

Kate complied dutifully. Her expression was almost unreadable, but Anthony could tell she was hoping to be immediately dismissed. No such luck.

“Lady Bridgerton. Your appearance at court is long overdue. It seems that, in an effort to compensate for your rather modest nuptials, you and Lord Bridgerton embarked on quite an extensive honeymoon.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you for allowing my husband such a long leave of absence.”

The Queen added, after a supercilious nod. “I must say, it is good to see this whole exhausting matter finally put to rest.”

Anthony’s eyes remained trained on Kate, and he was finding endless delight in interpreting all of the things that his wife was not saying out loud.

“Yes, Ma'am, as we all are.”

Her Majesty’s signature pinched expression relaxed momentarily as she softly said, “Congratulations,” her tone sincere.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Kate smiled with a small bow.

“Now, though I derive much amusement from the family of which you now find yourself the mistress, perhaps you may be instrumental in reigning your brothers and sisters in.”

“Yes, Ma'am. I will do my best.” Kate slipped for a moment, and could not stop a brief glance to the side at Anthony.

“You will be happy to hear that I imagine your best is quite good.”

“Indeed. I am honoured. Thank you, Ma'am.”

“It is my understanding that yet another member of your prolific family is to be out this season.”

Kate’s smile was genuine and proud. “Indeed, Ma'am. Miss Francesca is an exceedingly intelligent and accomplished young woman.”

“Good.” After one more look up and down at Kate, the Queen looked from her to Violet and back before waving. “That is all.”

Kate and Violet bowed deeply and then backed away until Anthony joined them to escort them out of the drawing room.

—

As a footman helped Violet into the carriage, Anthony stopped Kate before they stepped off of the curb.

“Might I ask after the welfare of your tongue, my lady?”

Kate cut her eyes at him and his smug grin. “I beg your pardon?”

“I worry for its state,” he said with feigned innocence, “considering how often you had to bite it during your audience with the Queen.”

“I do not actually believe the condition of my tongue is any concern of yours, my lord.” Kate’s chin was raised defiantly.

“No?”

“No.” Kate’s smugness rivalled Anthony’s easily. “And I do not think it shall be a concern of yours at any point for the rest of the day.”

“I see. And what about this evening?”

“I believe I was including the evening as a part of the day, Lord Bridgerton.”

Anthony would not be deterred. “Hmm, and yet I seem to remember some discussion of my getting lost in your numerous skirts.”

“If we are imagining the same thing, then it is not my tongue that is the vital instrument for that endeavour.”

And with that, she sauntered past him and into the carriage, and Anthony had to laugh at how much assistance she needed to get her entire gown inside.

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starry-blue-echoes · 7 months

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What if in Beastars, after Emporio beats Pucci, Pucci only manages to scratch him before he dies, thus Emporio gets turned into a Werebeast himself, makes angst potential, i imagine a lion eagle hybrid, more lion like but with wings but also some ram horns as a reminder of Weather, he’s basically a bird kitten. Maybe he becomes protective of Irene and the others.

Made better if Irene and Jotaro are still Werebeasts in the new world, maybe some werebeast cuddles.

OOOOOOOOOOO YESYESYESYESYESYES

(also as like..... a way to explain this occuring without having to explain why no other enemies of the Joestars have been turned, maybe there are a couple requirments that have to be met, such as it being during a full moon among other things, and maybe even then the chances are relatively slim)

Now, I will say I do want to change some aspects of the animals you've assigned Emporio, if only to stop too much over lap. The ram works fine because of the implications of it, but I believe Jonathan is already part lion and Josuke is already a griffin of sorts

maybe we could try tying Emporio to the three werebeasts he interacts with? So a ram for Weather and Pucci, either a wolf or gator from Jotaro (I'm not sure which since one would give him SUPER fluffs but the other would let him swim better), and butterfly wings from Jolyne

and just. Imagine the day they find Emporio at the bus stop eith a somewhat brutal looking and very fresh slash on his arm. It's only natural that they'd all be concerned, especially when Emporio only explains it as far as "I was attacked by an animal" without any more context

and just. Who knows how it goes for him. Maybe it starts as little things while still a human that he always writes off as because of his newfound freedom. He enjoys meat more than he did before? Well, of course he does, meat had been a luxury he rarely got and now he gets to pick what to eat. He likes climbing trees and being in the open air? It's a good vantage point and he's never been able to climb trees before. He feels more comfortable with his blankets and pillows piled up in a nest? Probably for safety and as a trauma response, he remembered reading some books about it

but of course, everything comes to head that first full moon he spends with the Joestars

The plan had been for Jotaro and Jolyne to leave the house while Marina stayed with Emporio. They wanted to slowly ease him into it, and full moon nights would be akin to throwing him straight into the deep end. Of course, Emporio already knows what they are, but he doesn't say anything and plays dumb for their benefit

and Marina was ready for a calm, quiet night. It had been some time since her husband and daughter had spent the entire night away, but she understood why and was happy to help

what she was not ready for was for Emporio to start screaming the second the sun set

can you imagine how terrifying this would be for both parties? Emporio because what's happening what's going on why does everything hurt why is his body change like this it hurts it hurts it hurts- and Marina is freaking out because Yeah An Eleven Year Old Screaming In Your Living Room Is Going To Make You Panic

what's even more....... Marina's never seen this kind of reaction before. Jotaro and Jolyne always shifted with confidence, with certainty, with control. They always knew exactly what they were doing and what was going to happen

but this? This could not be further from that

it also doesn't help that Emporio's panic doesn't really leave even after the shift is done. Now it's just less coherent and more erratic which is fun for Marina to deal with

her one saving grace is that Emporio is still relatively small and thus doesn't actually try to hurt her. He more or less runs around for about an hour before hiding himself under a piece of furniture, at which Marina starts slowly making it clear she isn't a threat. Near the end of the night he actually falls asleep in his hiding spot and Marina has to fish him out so he won't hurt himself when he changes back

but yeah, Jotaro and Jolyne are in for the realization of a lifetime by the time they get back

#beaststars #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #stone ocean #stone ocean spoilers #jjba part 6 #jjba emporio #emporio alnino #jjba jolyne #jolyne kujo #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #jjba jolyne's mom #jolyne's mom #sb answers #anon

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themaladpativedaydreamer · 2 years

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The Price of a Favour

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Male Reader

Request: Klaus Mikaelson x Male Reader Smut Klaus needs a powerful witch to perform a spell and the reader who is the powerful witch says it’ll come with a price and then Klaus starts to take a liking toward him and make a move.

Genre: Smut

Warning: 18+ Content, Smut, Gore if you squint. I do not own the gif used.

“I’ve communed with the Ancestors and they’ve declared it safe for us to expand our community but we must stay safe and cautious. Our alliance with both the vampires and the werewolves is the only way this expansion is happening safely. Now, let’s all return to our preparation for Fête de Cadeau” the male regent finished his speech, standing at the front steps of the Lyceé, allowing the rest of the coven to continue with their activities.

The male regent had walked down and made his way past his fellow witches, giving them polite greetings before he reached the exit gates of Lafayette Cemetery. “There’s our Regent.” a voice spoke behind the male witch, stopping him from leaving. A smile etched on his face as he turned and saw his good friend and ex-mentor, Vincent Griffith, and standing next to him was his other good friend and fellow witch, Davina Claire.

“Vin, Dee.” He greeted in return as he moved to give each of them a tight hug. “So, how does it feel being Regent?” Davina asked, with a soft smile.”It’s definitely something. I mean I’m doing the best that I can for the coven. I just still can’t believe that I was chosen.” the male regent answered, with a tired smile. “Y/n, the Ancestors wouldn’t have picked you if they didn’t think you weren’t capable of doing something great for the coven.” Vincent said as he patted his ex-protege on the arm, in an attempt to boost his confidence.

“Vincent’s right Y/n. You’re kind, smart, and powerful…” Davina started, praising her friend. “Which is precisely why I require his assistance.” A thick British accent interrupted from the gate, drawing the attention of the three witches. “Mr. Mikaelson, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Y/n asked, as he briefly gave Vincent and Davina a look asking them to leave, reluctantly they left the hybrid alone with their friend.

“My dear sister, Freya, is trying to perform a spell to undo a hex placed on Rebekah but she needs a little help from another powerful witch.” Klaus explained, as he walked closer to the Regent, who’s heart was beating faster at the approach of the hybrid. “An unfortunate circumstance you’re in but I can’t help you without getting something in return.” Y/n stated, trying to control his heartbeat. “I can give you anything your heart desires, love.” Klaus whispered against Y/n’s ear, before holding the witch and vamp-speeding them to the compound.

Upon arrival, they saw a crazed Rebekah with her hand inside Hayley’s chest aiming for her heart. Y/n broke out of his shock and lifted his hand before clenching it into a fist causing a pain infliction spell to act on Rebekah. The cursed blonde released her hand from Hayley’s chest, who collapsed on the ground, and held her head in pain. “Hold her down.” Y/n commanded, causing Klaus to use his strength to hold Rebekah in place against the wall.

Freya, with a mystic knife, and Y/n approached Rebekah and both chant a spell as a mark slowly revealed itself on Rebekah’s arm. Once the mark was fully visible, Freya used the knife to cut the skin that held the mark effectively knocking Rebekah out. Klaus placed Rebekah to sleep in her room and then led Y/n to his room. “Is it always like this in your house?” Y/n asked, focusing his attention on the hybrid. “Some days are worse than others.” he shrugged, with a smirk.

“An alliance. We want an alliance with the Mikaelson family. That’s what I want in return.” Y/n said, putting his best interest for the witches and their protection. Klaus gave a short laugh under his breath, moving closer to Y/n standing inches apart from each other. “So be it then, love.” he agreed, before his lips pressed against Y/n’s. The witch kissed back as he melted into the hybrid’s touch. The kiss continued as they moved on to the bed and began to undress themselves. With their clothes on the floor, only in their underwear, Klaus moved his kisses down Y/n’s neck.

Y/n moaned as he felt Klaus’ bite on the sensitive spots on his neck while the hybrid’s hand hooked onto the witch’s underwear and ripped the fabric off leaving the Regent under him naked and breathless. Y/n felt the cold air touch his hard member that was pressed against his stomach before he felt a cold hand wrapped his member and began to jerk. “Klaus…” Y/n moaned as the hybrid’s bites and kisses moved down his chest toward his stomach. “You’re beautiful, my love.” he whispered.

“Please Klaus…” Y/n begged as he arched his hard cock closer toward Klaus’ mouth, the hybrid smirked at the effect he had on the witch. “Tell me what you want, my little witch.” Klaus said, still slowly jerking Y/n with one hand while the other drew shapes by Y/n’s entrance. “You…Klaus. I want you.” Y/n lustfully answered, before releasing a moan as he felt his cock enter Klaus’ mouth.

The hybrid’s soft pink lips had swallowed Y/n’s hard cock, his tongue would swirl around the member as he moved his head in different motions and directions. Y/n would thrust his hips closer toward Klaus allowing Y/n’s entire member to fit inside his mouth while the witch had his hands in the hybrid’s hair. While sucking Y/n’s cock, Klaus used his one hand to massage Y/n’s balls adding to the overall pleasure of the blowjob while his other hand moved to Y/n’s mouth causing him to suck on the finger.

Klaus had removed his mouth from Y/n’s member and gave it kisses as he noticed the throbbed veins that indicated that Y/n was close. The hybrid removed his fingers from Y/n’s mouth and moved them back to Y/n’s hole as he started to insert a finger inside the witch. Klaus pulled Y/n into a comfortable position, where the hung hybrid’s cock was by Y/n’s mouth and Klaus entered the second finger into Y/n.

Y/n had removed Klaus’ underwear releasing the large cock from its constraints, allowing it to stand tall and hard with the tip shining with drips of precum. The cock made up for its average girth in its length. Y/n began to pepper the hard member with soft kisses and licks but got distracted when Klaus began to speed up the movement of his fingers. Klaus took the opportunity to shove cock in Y/n’s mouth as he was moaning, the hybrid started to thrust his cock in a gyrating motion into Y/n’s mouth.

Klaus enjoyed the way Y/n’s lips felt around his cock, the way his tongue would press against his tips, and the way Y/n would choke in his attempts to take the whole member down his throat. Y/n was at the hybrid’s mercy with 3 of his fingers opening him up and a hard cock in his mouth, the witch could feel his climax etching closer. Klaus slightly twisted the angle of his fingers and pressed against Y/n’s spot causing him to moan on the hybrid’s cock, sending vibrations through his member.

“That’s it, love.” Klaus moaned as he pushed his cock inside Y/n’s hole eliciting a moan from the witch. Klaus waited allowing Y/n to adjust before he started thrusting back and forth, he got faster with each thrust. Y/n began to moan Klaus’ name as the hybrid continued his thrusts and he felt Klaus’s muscular chest press against his back. Y/n and Klaus were both in a state of pleasure as Klaus’s cock felt Y/n’s walls closing on the member while it pressed against Y/n’s spot. Klaus slowed down his movements as he started to make sharp thrusts, letting a jolt course through Y/n’s body.

Y/n was now riding Klaus’s hard cock while kissing the hybrid. He broke the kiss to let out a soft moan next to Klaus’ ear as he bottomed out. Klaus softly bit Y/n’s neck getting a small taste of his sweet blood, he moaned at the taste and the way Y/n moved on his member. Klaus then grabbed Y/n’s hips and began to thrust upwards into Y/n causing the witch to throw his head back letting a string of words slur out his mouth.

“Tell me who you belong to.” Klaus commanded as he had Y/n leaning against a full-length mirror. Klaus had been stroking Y/n’s cock getting him closer and closer to his finish while teasing him with his cock by pressing his tip against Y/n’s entrance. “Tell me or I won’t let you cum.” Klaus whispered across Y/n’s ear. “You. I belong to you.” Y/n panted, as he felt his climax reaching before Klaus released his cock and pushed his hard cock into Y/n pressing against his spot.

“Pleas…Klaus.” Y/n begged, causing the hybrid to thrust harder each time hitting against Y/n’s spot causing him to let out a loud moan as he cum escaped Y/n’s cock hitting against the mirror and his stomach. Klaus felt his climax close so he sped up his hard thrusts before his warm seed filled Y/n. The witch felt Klaus pick him up and place him on the bed, and placed blankets over him.

At first Y/n believed that Klaus was going to leave him alone but was proven wrong when he felt the bed dip on the other side and arms wrap around him, pulling him into a cuddling position.

#Klaus Mikaelson x male reader #The Originals x male reader #KlausMikaelsonxmalereader #The Originals masterlist #The Originals imagine #Klaus Mikaelson smut #Klaus Mikaelson imagines

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mockingbirdshymn · 1 year

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way too many camp camp headcanons? why not

part seven: nikki

she has adhd but i think we all probably knew that

dyslexia!! she has dyslexia and it pisses neil off to no end when she spells something wrong. she thinks its funny

step-siblings nikki and neil!!! their parents eventually got together and nikki begged neil's dad to get her a bunk bed to share with neil. neil is not happy with this arrangement

lesbian nikki. you cannot look at her and think shes even slightly straight. "juliet should've done karate instead of kissing boys. maybe she wouldn't have died then." you are so right nikki

nikki has a pet bearded dragon, a fish tank, a terrarium of pet frogs, and a pet pigeon. she begged her mother for all of the animals and eventually her mother relented. the pigeon is one she grabbed from the streets on the way back from some store with her mother and snuck into her house, and said pigeon loves nikki to death. the pets' names are...

Bearded Dragon - Bernred. she spelled bearded as bernred and decided that was the name. neil suggested she named it bernard instead, because that's an actual name, but she hissed at him like a rabid cat

Fish - John, Jason, Josh, Jim, Jeremy, and Clark. nikki named clark different because "he's adopted". all of the fish are technically adopted.

Frogs - The Croaker, The Ribbler, and Batman. neil is frustrated at how batman's name isnt a pun. she just says she couldnt think of one

Pigeon - Seagull. this is because her mother called it a seagull at first and she found that funny

she has trained seagull the pigeon to attack at her command. she uses this to her advantage

nikki requires every house she lives in to have a foresty area in the backyard

carl made nikki a treehouse as a gift. nikki had never been so excited about something before. she sleeps in the treehouse sometimes, despite candy and carl's protests.

nikki nearly fails every one of her classes, except for science, somehow. she barely passes close enough to make it to the next grade. sometimes, neil gets so frustrated he does her schoolwork for her when she gets an obvious answer wrong.

nikki is pretty affectionate to her new step-brother, because she always wanted a sibling. she gives neil rocks and sticks and leaves she finds cool. she was under the impression he usually threw them out after she gave them to him, but when trying to find something or other in their room, she found a hidden box full of all the sticks, leaves, and rocks she'd given him before.

nikki wants to be a zoologist when she's older, because she thinks she'd be good at it. (she ends up becoming one, and a pretty well-known one because of her ability to handle even the most feared of animals. like hippos. up close)

nikki idolizes ered, but as they get older, they become better friends with more of an equal dynamic.

ered, nerris and her have a 'girls night out' every so often. when nerris told them they were non-binary and went by she/they, nikki changed it to 'girls night out plus nerris', even though nerris said they were fine with it not changing

nikki hangs out with dolph and nerris as much as she can. they still get into adventures, but never get much done during them. they still have fun doing their adventures, which is what matters most.

nikki and nerris' mothers do not like each other

nikki insisted the camp campbell campers stayed connected in some way, and made the first group chat, titled: "Probably Entitled to Financial Compensation"

every halloween, nikki forces max, neil and her to do matching costumes.

max, david, and gwen are invited to a new year's eve 'party' with nikki, neil, and their parents. the party is just them watching tv, playing board games, setting off fireworks for an hour and a half, eating junk food and staying up till midnight. its become their collective tradition, one they wouldnt miss for the world despite how some claim it's boring or they hate it.

nikki balances neil's anxiety by pushing him to be more confident, and neil balances nikki's wildness by making sure she doesn't do anything too risky

nikki's favorite food is a pb&j sandwich

nikki's favorite color is red "like blood"

nikki is always energetic, and on christmas morning wakes everyone in her family up at 5:30am to unwrap presents

nikki generally wakes up before anyone else in the house

nikki has a nintendo 2ds, on which she plays pokemon X and only pokemon X. her starter is froakie

nikki, who has the top bunk of her and neil's bunk bed, has blankets strung up from the ceiling as fort walls

the only books nikki likes to read are comics

#camp camp #cc nikki #cc neil #cc candy #cc carl #headcanons #cc ered #cc nerris #cc dolph #camp campbell #cc max #cc gwen #cc david

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thatbanditqueen · 1 year

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ahhh no way i feel like you have so much elvis knowledge under your belt already!! like i said the other day, i love reading the little easter eggs you leave in your stories!

if we’re talking books about elvis’s relationships then obviously the most comprehensive one is alanna nash’s ‘baby let’s play house’ (you can def find this one online free). some people don’t like it because they view it as sensationalism but it does go into almost every single relationship he had with a woman so it’s an interesting read as far as that is concerned. she’s also written three? other books about/relevant to him, and i’d say to give those a read, too. (side bar—for more info on his relationship with priscilla obviously her book is a must-read, but i’d also recommend ‘child bride’ by suzanne finstad. it doesn’t paint a great picture of priscilla, but it does give more insight into their relationship, and interviews people from priscilla’s past).

joyce bova’s ‘don’t ask forever’ is very interesting and sweet, and a little heart wrenching at times. they were together from 69 through to 72. she was actually the reason he flew to DC when the infamous nixon visit happened. it’s so much wilder than just him going to the white house 😭 he comes across as a deeply emotional man who at times felt too much and had a bit of a selfish streak, which is unfortunate but true of him.

linda’s book is one of my favourites and i always cry reading it, and as much as i don’t like her, ginger’s book does lend a look into the last year of his life. anita’s book also lends some insight.

‘are you lonesome tonight’ by lucy de barbin gives insight into a teenage elvis. ‘elvis and gladys’ by elaine dundy obviously discusses his relationship with his mother, but i think understanding that is integral to understanding *him* and how he navigated these relationships with women.

you’ve already mentioned guralnick and i think any of his books are required reading for elvis fans tbh.

some others you might find interesting (though aren’t about his romantic life specifically) is ‘the jewish world of elvis presley’ by roselle kline chartock and larry geller’s book. elvis confided so much in larry and it’s sad to see how outside forces were working to rip them apart, basically.

there’s just so many books on elvis, i couldn’t even possibly begin to name them all, but these are some i def recommend.

Seriously you are one of the people I think about when I write. I am here too study this man like my life depends on it, knowing him more and more just makes me so happy, and I think its fucking beautiful to have someone notice it.... its a pleasure loop for me.....

I have the Guralnick, Nash and then Priscilla's books and I ... ahem... did obtain them online.... but I feel like we are doing a public service publishing this list.. i had heard of child bride, and maybe the jewish one to, but some of the others i hadn't... jerry's book is on my list to, i started reading george's but something about it turned me off... maybe it just seemed obsequious to me... but I suppose it would be good to read, its at the bottom of the list.... honestly, the books by the women in his life appeal to me quite a lot....

thanks sweet love,

xoxox norah

#elvis presley #important research

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annaraebananawriter · 1 year

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3. So, you somehow find yourself in the past and living with the past versions of you and your brother. What do you do? Probably not project all your guilt and insecurities onto your younger self and often make them cry from your hatred. That's just wrong, dude.

(For part 1 of this, please go here) In hindsight, agreeing to stay with past Nightmare and his brother should've required a bit more thinking than it did doing. Dream shouldn't have just waltzed right in and stuck himself like a wedge between his younger brother and his younger self. But he did, and now he's a bit afraid that he has created some consequences he won't be able to undo.

His younger self wasn't used to someone disliking him. Not his fault. The villagers were greedy shits that were probably getting high off of the positivity that created his spirit. It wasn't something he could (yet) control. And Dream recognizes that, he does, but it still annoyed him to see himself bend backward for people who couldn't care less about when that back would actually break under the weight of their demands. And surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, the appearance of a new skeleton who could heal didn't disrupt things too much once the villagers wore off the initial shock.

(That was, of course, until Dream had suggested that Nightmare come with the two to the village. The younger two were very hesitant at this, both for different reasons, but after some more convincing agreed. Nightmare stayed close to him as the villagers greeted his younger self, trying to pull him away for the day before realizing he was there with some company.

They grew quite the crowd, but after Dream had...talked...with the village leader while he left the twins in the hands of one of the villagers that looked like they wouldn't just dust Nighty the minute he walked away, they were left in relative peace.

(In addition to this...talk...Dream has another one between Nighty's bullies. And he succeeds in getting them to back off once and for all. Who knew barely missing someone's head with an arrow was an effective way of getting them to agree to your demands? You learn something new every day!)

Nightmare had slowly come out of his shell once he saw that people would just give him a sneer instead of the usual abuse. He actually smiled and played with his brother, which put a smile on Dream's face as he cajoled someone into building the three of them a proper house.)

The three of them now frequently went to the market. It was nice to see the things on display, and he is quick to spoil Nightmare whenever he notices something catching his eye. His younger self never asks for anything, which is nice. He had gold, yeah, but probably not enough for both of the two to get something every time they went.

He's been here for a short time, only a few months or so, and yet he has already made such an impact. He sees it in the way Nightmare becomes more confident and bolder, almost carefree in the same way his own younger self was. And in a twist of events, he sees it in the way his past self shrinks inwards, acting as confident as ever with the villagers and his brother, but unsure of his own standing whenever the two of them are alone.

He's quiet. He's...not used to himself being quiet.

It's weird.

During one of their agreed-upon training sessions, something seems to crack. Dream found himself faltering in his criticisms as he watches his younger self tear up with a frustrated scowl. Before he can say anything in either comfort or...well, anything else, really, his younger self leaves, in the opposite direction of their home.

He doesn't return for the rest of the evening.

(In his absence, a twisted feeling, a web of what seems to be satisfaction and relief and hatred and jealousy and so many ugly, ugly things wrapped into one curls inside his chest.

It makes it harder to think straight. He thinks something's wrong.)

Dream calms Nightmare down and stalls him to go to bed. He says that he'll keep an eye out for his younger self. That he's sure to return home tonight. Nightmare eventually agrees and falls asleep in the living room.

When the sun dips below the horizon and the stars take their place, Dream slips out of the house and heads toward Mother. He sits between her roots and lets his head rest against the trunk, closing his eyes as nostalgia whips through him. He can hear crickets chirping.

From above him, the branches rustle.

As he waits, his younger self drops down to sit beside him. He opens his eyes, looking at the other through the corner, still waiting as patiently as he can. His younger self is holding himself tightly, as small as he can. It's a position he doesn't use often.

"Why do you hate me?" he finally asks, voice so quiet Dream almost didn't catch it.

He inhales.

He wants this to have a straightforward answer. He almost needs it to have one. He thinks he's scared of what his true answer would be if he decides to come clean. And he already knew that it would be too much to say to himself now, too harsh and too loud and nothing someone his age needed to ever hear. He knew it would be skewed and biased, but it would be true because it would be what he believes to currently be true.

But looking at this face now, having a physical body next to him as a reminder that this isn't in his head and he cannot just be mean right now. This face that looks so sad and concerned, with the slightest echo of Dream's own self-hatred, or the beginnings of it, and he knows that he needs to tell this face something honest and yet not.

The truth and yet not the truth.

He...he owes it to himself, he thinks.

"I don't...hate you," he says, finding the words to be surprisingly true. "I don't mean to hate you. I don't." He falls quiet, picking at some grass. "But...I think you just remind me of myself too much sometimes."

Heh. If he could, Dream would laugh at this.

Next to him, his younger self looks up at him, brow furrowed. "Really?"

His mouth twitches. "Yeah. I had a brother and we lived in a village much like this one. I helped and healed people and he...didn't, not because he didn't want to, but..."

"The villagers didn't want him to."

"The villagers didn't want him to. He tried to ignore it and keep most of it from it, and it worked. I hate myself for the fact that it worked, but it did. And while I turned a blind eye, it all boiled up until overwhelmed my brother. He...did something really, really bad, changing into someone I no longer know. Someone that hates me. I try my best to apologize, but...I think I gave up somewhere. Now I just avoid him. And somehow, I got here."

His younger self is quiet.

"And the first person I meet is pretty much the ghost of the brother I knew. I think it scared me. Still does, sometimes. And I meet you and the villagers and I...I think it just blurred together, the present and the past." He falls quiet himself, staring up at the moon.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." He shakes his head, looking back at his younger self. At Dream. "please, don't be. It's painful, yes, but I've made my peace with it. Mostly. But I need to be the one saying sorry to you."

Dream blinks. "Why?"

Anon--because that's who he was now, whether he liked it or not--chuckles. "I treated you like I would treat myself. Which is shitty of me. I was unfair in my expectations. I favored your brother over you. I just...I've been a bad guardian in general, I think. To you. And I'm sorry."

"I forgive you."

Anon looks at his past self, and smiles mournfully. "Do you?"

Dream opens his mouth, but falters. It seems he has never been asked to correct his opinion before. To tell the truth. He thinks about it. "...No. I don't think I do." Hesitating, he lets himself fall and lands with a thump against Anon's side, head tucked just below his collarbone.

"Okay." Anon raises his arm and drags him closer, resting his chin on top of his skull. "That's fine." He inhales. "I forgive you, though."

He isn't sure who he's saying it to. And at the same time, he does, because he definitely isn't speaking as just Anon here.

He is speaking as the Dream this little one by his side would've become.

He is speaking as Dream to Dream, to his past self in both an imaginary sense and a literal sense.

"I forgive you." Dream whispers to himself, closing his eyes.

(In his chest, the twisted feeling loosens its grip.)

#this got bigger than i expected it to be #my writing #fanfic #drabble #utmv au #utmv #time travel au #As It Was AU #dreamtale #dream sans #mentioned passive nightmare sans #*looks around* who the fuck let self acceptance into my au?#I did not give you permission!#but oh well #it fits

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Dom!Natasha Masterlist

all for you (ao3) - Anonymous bucky/natasha E, 16k

Summary: Bucky really, really likes the idea of his belly being big and getting even bigger. He also really likes the idea of being pregnant as well as being stuffed full of come, on his way to being pregnant after being bred. His dom, Natasha, can't actually do either of those things to him though. Which would be too bad... had they not found a creative way around it involving showers, shower hoses, and a hell of a lot of dirty talk.

At Last (ao3) - TeamIronMan steve/tony, clint/natasha, jane/thor, past tony/pepper E, 15k

Summary: ***Dom’s/Sub’s are rated from 1-10 based on their needs and care requirements***

Tony Stark was... Different.

Because of this he’s known for a long time he’d grow old alone. No Dom in the world would ever want him, and that was fine, he didn’t need one anyway.

Then the attack on New York happens. Tony gains the family he never knew he wanted, friends he never wants to lose, and a Dominant that won’t be chased away.

Seriously, Tony does everything possible but that annoying Captain America won’t leave him the hell alone!

Broken Underneath (ao3) - Eustacia Vye (eustaciavye) loki/natasha E, 23k

Summary: Loki might have had some plans for Natasha, but that didn't mean he didn't intend to have a little fun with her first. It was only too bad that she didn't figure that out until it was far too late.

Butterflies & Hurricanes (ao3) - Cristinuke clint/natasha E, 49k

Summary: He hasn't been the same since New York. In fact, she's never seen him like this, never this low. Or, the story of how Natasha became the outlet Clint needed.

coded (ao3) - HolyGrailOfSex wanda/nat, wanda/omc E, 12k

Summary: After Sokovia, alone and grieving, Wanda finds some solace in the world of the internet. She meets loads of new people online. One of which she ends up dating, despite knowing he’s twice her age.

When she decides to meet up with him one day, things take an unexpected turn when Natasha stops her.

Deserving (ao3) - MizDiablo clint/phil, bucky/steve/tony, bruce/natasha E, 25k

Summary: With Steve and Bucky finding a sub in Tony and Natasha finding Bruce, Clint is the only unbonded on the team. He is also the only sub. It’s okay, it’s nothing less than what he deserves.

Intimate services (ao3) - diner_drama darcy/peggy/natasha, steve/bucky E, 30k

Summary: Darcy Lewis was an up-and-coming successful young professional with an impressive list of accomplishments and a lot to offer to the corporate world.

She was also unemployed and living in her car, but it's important to see past such inconsequential details.

Peggy Carter and Natasha Romanoff were the world's most beautiful power couple, with big domme energy and an honest-to-God castle to live in, and they were looking for a personal assistant to perform some more... intimate duties. A gentlewoman's personal gentlewoman, if you will.

Darcy was pretty sure she'd died and gone to heaven, but heaven probably isn't anywhere near this gay.

May Mansion Reveals (ao3) - Mad_Muse_Musings phil/may/skye, leo/antoine, clint/phil/natasha, natasha/skye, clint/phil, may/jemma/skye

Summary: When the team moves into one of Tony Stark's extra houses, things get shaken up in a lot of lovely ways.

Pardon All My Precious Scars (ao3) - romanticallyinept clint/pietro E, 25k

Summary: It's the first time they've been alone, and the kid's on edge. His shoulders are set and his eyes are narrowed and he's got his arms crossed over that broad chest, but he's exuding cockiness, not confidence.

“My father says you are the best,” he says, looking Clint up and down. “I do not believe him.”

Clint snorts. “He also says you're a Dom,” he says, casually, and slides his hand into one of his gloves, securing the strap. “I'm not all that inclined to believe that, either.”

Pieces Form The Whole (ao3) - t0bemadeofglass loki/natasha E, 40k

Summary: Loki and Natasha decide to experiment with a few kinks they haven't gotten a chance to try yet.

Please Hold (ao3) - Laura Kaye (laurakaye) clint/phil/natasha E, 19k

Summary: Phil hasn’t seen Clint or Natasha in person for three weeks, and he’s got plans for how he and his lovers will be spending their mandatory 72-hour post-mission downtime. Unfortunately, SHIELD has other ideas.

Pocket Full of Reasons (ao3) - 2bestfriends rebecca/natasha E, 19k

Summary: It's all fun and games on an all-expense paid trip to Maui for spring break until she meets Steve's friend. Natasha is magnetic in a way Becca isn't used to, but she'll be damned if she's going to make it easy.

the one with natasha and wanda's agreement (ao3) - kenscarquin wanda/natasha E, 45k

Summary: “What kind of agreement,” she’s whispering her words now, Natasha’s mouth just inches from her own.

“Sex. Friends with benefits. No strings attached. That kind of thing,” Wanda’s knees weaken as Natasha speaks, the words sounding so out of place but at the same time, so fitting coming out of the red head’s mouth. “Are you interested?”

The Woman Who Tricked The Trickster (ao3) - TheFeistyRogue loki/natasha E, 31k

Summary: Loki becomes fascinated with the only woman who managed to trick him, and they begin an intricate game of cat and mouse that only gets more complicated the more they meet. Who is the prey, and who is the predator? And what happens when the lamb and the lion fall in love?

Starting from Natasha and Loki's conversation in the helicarrier, Loki watches Natasha through the collapse of SHIELD and battling Ultron, until he finally confronts her. They continue to meet and their relationship becomes increasingly complex, and Loki realises he may have a heart after all.

Under Her Thumb (ao3) - neon_jellyfish bruce/clint/natasha E, 3k

Summary: Dom!Natasha unwinds with her sub!boyfriends Clint and Bruce after a stressful week for the Avengers

you belong (to me) (ao3) - hermionesmydawg steve/bucky E, 29k

Summary: "Hold on." Bucky lifted a finger and backed out of the doorway, returning a moment later with his cell phone. He snapped a photo of Steve, typed a few words, and then returned to his apple. "What the hell were you doing at a sex club last night?"

"Not having sex, if that's what you're wondering." An alert sounded from Steve's nightstand - a new Snapchat message. He rolled his eyes and unlocked his phone. Sam was always sending stupid Snapchats and frankly, Steve couldn't figure that goddamn app out and cursed whoever created that piece of shit.

The chat wasn't from Sam this time, however. It was a picture of himself, not looking guilty at all, with the caption "when your buddy catches you looking at porn."

Two geriatric super-soldiers learn you're never too old to be kinky.

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Hello! As someone who really loves Puck's character, I was wondering if you had any thoughts about his career? Like, if he would stay in the military or leave and do something else? There wasn't really any mention of whether he continues with it in the flash forward in 6x13, and I've always wondered whether he would

Hello I am SO sorry for taking so long to answer this, it has been on my mind since I got it but I had another rather involved ask I wanted to answer first, and I just didn't have the energy until now. I hope you are still around to see it!

Okay so I talked briefly about some thoughts on Puck's career here, and I mentioned him going into a trade, but let's get into some more detail!

I don't think he would stay in the military. When he joins, he isn't in a good place; he's just lost Finn and he's feeling like he has no sense of direction in life. The military offers structure and discipline. He doesn't have to make any decisions; he can join and just do what they tell him to do and go where they tell him to go. He used to look to Finn to guide him but he can't do that anymore, and he's not confident enough to do it himself, and, well, the military is more than happy to do it for him instead.

I think it's actually really interesting that he turns to the military for this, because as a teenager he was not the kind of person that liked or respected authority at all so you might think it's a poor fit. But I actually think it's something he would really excel in, at least at first. Puck is a character with (many) flaws, but one strength of his is his dedication and commitment to something when he makes a decision. If he decides to do something, he's doing it, and it doesn't matter what anyone else says. So when he decides to join the military he's all in; he puts in all the hours and then some, works hard through all the training, and it's really physical and hands on and it feels productive and he likes that, likes that it gives him something to do and a distraction from thinking so damn much. He knows the rules and expectations and he can just turn off his brain and do it.

"But Bella," I hear you saying, "if Puck would do so well in the military, why don't you think he'd stay there?"

I'm so glad you asked!

The military helps him. It gives him purpose and structure and a distraction, and that's all well and good, but as he grows and heals and finds himself and his confidence he outgrows it. He finds himself disagreeing with the best way to get things done, disagreeing with orders and decisions from those who rank above him, and he doesn't like that he doesn't really get a say. It's too restrictive. But even then, I still think it takes a bit longer for him to leave, because as much as he's starting to resent some of these things he's still a bit scared that if he leaves and loses that direction he might start spiralling again. But eventually, finally, he does leave. And he is a bit lost at first, but it's different this time because he's older and wiser and he has the confidence in himself that he can figure out where to go from here.

He gets some job that doesn't require education beyond high school, something labour-intensive and honestly quite exhausting probably. It's hard work but Puck is a hard worker so he does it and does it well and he doesn't complain. I could see him getting into construction this way, he gets a job just helping with the less skilled stuff, does a lot of hauling materials around and whatnot. But then he starts learning new things: he learns how to put a new roof on a house, how to build a deck, all these hands-on practical skills where he's making something and it's productive and fulfilling in a way that he never felt when he was in the military.

Eventually he starts his own construction company. He knows his shit, he wants the freedom of being his own boss, and he's built up a solid reputation of being skilled and reliable, so it's an obvious next step for him. He gets to take the jobs he wants and tell people to go fuck themselves if they're being difficult or entitled. He's not looking to expand or have a huge team or anything under him, it's just him and a few other guys he trusts doing solid work and making a living. I think he would absolutely thrive in that environment, and the more I think about it the more it just feels right.

If he didn't get into construction, I think he'd still need to be doing something hands-on. I definitely can't imaging him just working in an office at a computer all day. I could see him doing something like coaching kids sports maybe. I don't think he'd want to work with adults, but now that I think of it I actually think he'd be really great working with kids; he'd be able to strike just that right balance of remembering they are still kids but also treating them with respect and not talking down to them or anything, and kids would love him. Or maybe not even just coaching sports, I could see him working at a Boys and Girls Club and helping out disadvantaged kids, which he would find incredibly rewarding as someone who had a lot of hard shit going on in his life throughout his youth himself. So yeah, I think if he didn't go the construction/trade route, he could end up doing something like that.

#glee #noah puckerman #glee headcanons #glee meta #headcanons #meta #my headcanons #my meta #mine #ask #anonymous #this was SUCH a fun question thank you SO MUCH for asking it!!!#I had such a great time writing this answer I love noah puckerman so muchhhh #and again I am so sorry it too me so long to respond to this #I got this question literally on May 17th it has been over a month I APOLOGIZE #I hope my answer was worth the wait <3

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Alright this one is all about vinnie

- he can’t say no a lot of the time he finds it hard not to disappoint anyone so he’ll stretch himself a little thin sometimes to make his friends happy

- he can rock any outfit he’s put in with confidence he doesn’t care what it is he’ll wear it which is why he doesn’t think about the way he dresses when he leaves the house (it bothers the living daylights out of Russell)

- anytime he’s around music he starts dancing or moving without thinking about it

- he’s still in love with Sunil and feels guilty about it…

- anyone can talk him into anything if they try hard enough (for example pepper once told him if he ran with milk he would make yogurt so he did until Sunil stopped him and had to carry a disappointed/ tired vinnie home

- he’s not much of a fighter but he isn’t one to mess with when he gets pushed to far

- no one messes with vinnie he’s like the baby in the group of boys (just like penny is with girls) if they do they’ll have to deal with the boyfriend, best friend and no one hurts shahrukuh’s little buddy!

- he’s vey forgetful sometimes he’s left so many things at friends houses, locked himself out of his car, heck he’s even forgot to wear pants a couple of times

- vinnie likes flowers the different colors/types fascinate him plus they smell so good! him and penny flower pick together often

- no one can beat him at twister they’ve all tried the only one who came close was minka

- he gets to dirty without trying so none of his white clothes ever stay white at this point Russell says he’s not allowed that color anymore lol

- he likes to be squished while sleeping or in general it makes him feel safe!

- since he has no fur he often wonders what it would be like to have some and he does get a bit jealous he has tried though first with coats and other furry clothes but that wasn’t good enough so his next bright idea was to glue fuzzy things to himself (it didn’t go well)

- lotion is his best friend dry scales are no fun to deal with along with hair gel you’ll always count on him to have a comb on him though at all times his hair could be long/short but still requires a comb

- the girls will often use him as a makeup tester to see what will look good he doesn’t mind to much sometimes he actually likes what they come up with

- whenever he gets any clothes he can never find and remove all the tags or stickers m. it never fails that someone will find a tag or sticker on him somewhere

- he’s not the first one to break away from a hug and if he’s hugged long enough sometimes he’ll start to cry

- sometimes Sunil and Russell have tried to groom him but he doesn’t understand it or if he’s supposed to like it

- he also doesn’t understand women at all they scare him sometimes

~That’s all I have for now I’m sure there’s more~

Oh man, so many headcanons? And all about my beloved? It's not even my birthday 🤭. No kidding, I would happily take such birthday gift over almost anything.

yes yes exactly. We're all focused on Penny Ling (I mean she had a whole episode for her dedicated to this) but what about Vinnie? He would definitely be like that too, maybe to a lesser extent but still. He really doesn't want to disappoint anyone and might overstress himself due to that saying "no" problem. He's happy to help but also "aaaaa". I swear him and Penny are so similar in many ways, I will die on this hill

ahaha, poor Russell. I say he just can't care less what he wears, he just wants to be comfortable. In my head he very rarely wears tight things like jeans. He's all comfort over how he looks. It doesn't have to match, he doesn't care enough for that usually. Also, he's lazy <3

yesss, I mean, he literally did that. In this one episode in which the pets were looking for Minka during Biskits' party he did just that. He at least rythmically thumps his foot, perhaps even unconciously sometimes. Hearing music is distracting for him

oh? I don't blame him ;-; Sunil is great. Don't worry though, he has the power of ✨hiding his emotions✨

I see this scene so perfectly in my head xD. Just Vinnie running around with milk for hours, excitedly waiting for his yogurt. And then Sunil sees it and is very confused so he asks him what on earth is he doing so Vinnie explains. And Sunil is like "w h a t" and explains that it's definitely not how this works. In a matter of milliseconds Vinnie's expressions changes from excited and anticipatory to such big weariness and shock and literally all energy leaves him. Because he's been running for hours but in his excitement didn't feel that weariness, but now it all came down on him. So Sunil just sighs, picks him up and takes him home while Vinnie is practically limp and doesn't want to talk or think about how he just wasted so much time. At least he's getting his fitness in I suppose hehe

yeees, I agree. Kinda, but I still like it. Just, he's not the first to start a fight or anything, he's too dead inside chill to do that. But if you push him too far he's all in and will fight you and probably win because he's just this determined. The thing is, he's not physically strong, like at all, until you rail him up and those intense emotions will carry him as well as pretty good stamina. Little destruction, am I right

baby boy, baby boy! I want to protect him so much, pls heavens. The funny thing is that, as I said in that previous point, he absolutely can protect himself etc (granted, won't usually do it), but they will still do it for him. And pls I just love that "little buddy" so much, Sharukh you sly dog, you! This Vinnie-Sharukh is really growing on me

is he really forgetful or did he do that on purpose so he can have an excuse to spend more time with his friends hehe. How did he forget to wear pants though 😭. Absolutely silly. What if he just has bad short-term memory but great long-memory? Like remembering down to minutes when all his friends were born but where the hell did he leave that mug he was drinking from five minutes ago will remain a mystery.

naww, aren't they just precious? Wait, what if... since he's so fascinated with flowers he also knows a lot about their symbolism? Like, let's say that someone whom Zoe is dating atm gave her a bouquet of edelweisses and in his mind Vinnie's thinking "Why did they give her flowers that mean cleanliness?? The heck do they want to tell her by that?" He literally overthinks that so much

omg yes, that's exactly what I mean by saying that he's really flexible, the most out of all of them, and yes, Minka is second. (Penny is third, Zoe is fourth, and Russell, Sunil, and Pepper all take fifth place bc they're just not flexible at all). He can pull off pretty much every pose that requires some crazy flexibility and can twist himself into absolutely unholy positions. Like?? You're not beating that in twister. He might as well not participate because everyone knows he's gonna win. I have this vague scenario in my head that one day they all met someone and it was clear that this person thinks they have the best flexibility especially among them and takes great pride in it and is a bit overconfident with it. And surprisingly Sunil immediately pauses that and says that Vinnie is literally way better for sure. So that person challenges Vinnie to try being better than them, but maybe Vinnie is tired or something and he's just like "Nah, thanks." and begins walking away but then that person in like "Hah! I knew it, of course he can't beat me. He's afraid to even try, because he knows he's gonna lose." And Vinnie stop motionless for a second before turning his head full 180, you can almost hear his neck bones snapping. So he says he will absolutely destroy them and does just that ^^. Because if there's one thing he's good at it's being flexible

okay, listen, but what if, after he grumpily agrees not to wear white, a truly devilish idea grows in his mind. In act of defiance he does something that not even Russell expects. He dyes his hair white. Sure, it's not exactly clothes but that's the thing, he still sticks to the deal of not wearing white, but will have white hair for a while for the sheer ridiculousnes and unexpectedness of it

honestly this is my favourite headcanon from this roster because it is. just. so. cute! Yes, squish him, he's so adorable, isn't he? I want to squish him and his little cheeks. He can (and should) be used as a stress toy (bc you know, you squish the thing ayaya). As for being squished while sleeping... weighted blanket! He finds it weird to sleep without it. Give him a weighted blanket

absolutely. You can't tell me he hasn't wondered at least a few times what it would be like to be a mammal, especially since in this way he's the odd one out in their group. To have fur and warm-blood, so basically not being cold most of the time. A bonus thought, I'm not sure if this is how it would work, but warm clothes, blankets etc probably wouldn't even work on him, I think. Because the way those work they trap your body heat not allowing it to leave so you get warm, but like, he doesn't produce his own heat, so there's nothing to trap. I think about that A LOT. He can only warm himself up by using active sources of heat like the sun, radiators orrrr another person who is not cold blooded, wink wink nudge nudge. This is one of the few characteristic that I ALWAYS give him, he needs to be cold, whether he's a pet, an anthropomorphic, or even just full human. He doesn't get being warm rights

I already said somewhere that yes, he always has a comb with himself (actually I said hairbrush but that's almost the same thing so). But what I really want to focus on is the lotion. Because you are so right and I don't think I ever thought of that?? It's genius, yes, he absolutely has that and uses it a lot. Damn scales. Damn not-having-scales mammals

yeah, fair enough. He just gets to sit and do nothing while they do all the stuff, he can get behind this idea. He can take it or leave it, and he takes it. He sends pictures to the boys "How do I look? Like it?" that are mostly jokes

if it doesn't scratch him or bother him in any way I honestly don't blame him. He probably just doesn't care enough about that because if it doesn't bother him then what's the point in wasting his time on finding all those little things?

yes, please! He craves a lot of touch, my bby is touch-starved he really like physical affection but normally won't say it but at the same time once he gets it he will try to get as much as possible without verbally communicating it. And that's why he will cry if hold him for too long, bc he's desperate

ahahah, he's just like "??" or thinking to himself "Is this some weird mammal thing?". But I like to think that he would actually really enjoy it once he got used to it, maybe. I have this headcanon that kinda plays into it: Zoe sometimes tries to get her friends to go with her to a spa for a massage (and maybe other stuff, but for the sake of this headcanon let's stay on massages). And when she asked Vinnie to go with her, he reluctantly at first but agreed. And he genuinely enjoyed it so much, at least mostly. He doesn't like being touched so much and throughly by strangers, but besides that it was really nice

hehe lol

Well that was satysfying, as always of course. I have-I have so many headcanons for him, I'm not okay. Feel free to send more when you're in the mood! Whether for Vinnie or anyone else. I eat up those headcanons, they make me so happy.

#lps 2012 #vinnie terrio #asks

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surrsilver · 2 years

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In retrospect, I should have seen this coming, but was caught off-guard when she cornered me at lunch."Hey....Dan! Wait up! She sprinted up the long flight of stairs leading to the building's main entrance and cut me off before I reached the door."What, we don't have lunch together anymore?"

"Stop it, weirdo.I looked all over for you." Her sensitivity was, at times, ridiculous. Then again, so is mine.

"Okay, okay. Sorry, yeah....I was in Justin's (another pseudonym) office." she was still panting from having to run up a single flight of stairs. Lydia looked to be in much better shape than she was.

"Jeezus....join a gym, or something. You're TWENTY? Good lord...."

"Yeah, yeah....whatever, asshole. Anyway, Justin's locking up tonight, so I can go with you." She attempted to act as though she fully expected me to be thrilled with this idea. I suspect she knew better.

"Come with me....to the meeting tonight?"

"Yeah, dude. Come on. Please. We've been talking about this girl forever, and, well.....I just wanna see for myself."

"See WHAT for yourself?" I queried.

"Well....see how some chick you don't know, and has expressed no interest in you at all can have you so fucked up. I mean....you're not a total dork, or anything."

"Well, thanks Lid, for professing that I'm not a total dork, but I don't see what good can possibly come from this. I mean, no offense, but you can be.....aggressive and, well...really blunt. I don't think that...."

"I won't say anything to her without your permission. I promise. And, who knows, maybe she needs to see you with a woman...she probably thinks you're gay. I thought that for a while."

"How 'bout I just get you a picture?" I was grasping at straws, but knew, at this point that she'd be going. I was not willing to offend her to the lvel required to prevent it, and she had a point. Nobody thought I was gay (I thought) but Lydia was not just a woman, but a gorgeous one. If I could keep her sometimes obnoxious ways under wraps, this may, actually wind up helping my cause. The truth was, while my feelings for her had not dissipated, my confidence that anything would ever come of them certainly had. I was close to moving out of the halfway house, and had more than enough money to do so. If I couldn't make, at least, some headway in the next couple of weeks, it may be time to concede that, while powerful and bizarre, my reaction to meeting her may have meant nothing.

"If you don't take me, I am gonna go over to that halfway house this weekend, find this girl, introduce myself and tell her all about this....does that help?" She gave a "fucking try me" look that contained just enough of a loving element to prevent from rousing too much anger in me, and, the truth is, while I don't think she'd do exactly THAT, I had no doubt that she was, at this point, curious enough to start investigating matters for herself....and I didn't want that. So....."Yeah. Fine. You aren't saying anything to or about her, right?"

"Promise. Hey, can you buy me Blimpie's? I'm broke?"

"Lid....it's fuckin' Monday. You're already broke?"

"Yeah....it's kind of a long story."

"Well, you can tell me tonight, I guess." I handed her 50 bucks."in the meantime, get your own Blimpie. I'm going to Pete's....and you're paying me back on Friday."

"Cool. I have to go drop a UA. I'll be back before closing. Don't even leave early....I'm your wingman now. You never leave your wingman. You've seen Top Gun, right?"

"Yeah. Okay, wingman. Just remember our agreement. You're the SILENT wingman."

"Yeah, yeah. Totally. So, like....just out of curiosity....what if this thing with this girl like, isn't gonna happen? Ya know, like....well, you said she had a boyfriend, right? Will he be there too?"

"Yeah, I think she still does...and, I don't know. I'll point everybody out to you, we just can't be obvious about it....and hey, since you're leaving, can you bring me some of those raviolis?"

"I haven't made them yet, dumbass. I make them from scratch. They take a while...that's why they're good. But, you didn't answer my question."

I pondered for a moment. "Well....it appears unlikely that anything ever WILL happen with her....and, I don't know. I guess once I'm sure there's no chance, I'll have no choice but to move on...maybe that's why I've actually been avoiding her. I know, on some level that she's not interested, and I don't want my fantasy destroyed."

"Wow. That's sad. You deserve better. You're a great guy....even my Mom likes you."

"Okay Lid. I look forward to more of your 'help' later. Happy peeing."

"Sorry, I just..." it seemed she wanted to say much more,"sorry. And thanks, I'll pay you back Friday."

"No worries." We hugged and she walked toward her car to leave. I considered what she had said. This was far from the first time that I had completely closed myself off to the entire female species, except for one individual target. This was the first time I'd managed to choose someone before even knowing them, but the truth was, even when I did, my plans DIDN'T come to any sort of fruition, at least as often as they did....and, except for one instance, disappointment eventually reigned in either case. It was, sorry to sound trite and non-responsive to obvious challenges to this way of being all at once, just how I was wired...it was not something I chose. But, there were some unprecedented aspects of this situation that I would have never thought possible, even aside from the most glaring. Ya know, the fact that she and I had barely spoken. For example, and I considered telling Lydia this a few moments prior, but decided against it, I wasn't sure I would want her unless she not only reciprocated my feelings for her, but that I would also add something special to her existence. In other words, if she was better off and happier with someone else, I would want her with him. Also, and there was no way I was going to ever reveal this (or so I thought, but did reveal it several years later, while drunk with another female alumni of that halfway house) she had fairly severe health concerns from what must have been a prodigious drinking career. I noticed that instead of fantasizing about her in her capacity to, eventually, fulfill my desires, I spent much of my time worrying about her prognosis. Of course, there was no way on earth for me to affect this, but I, while stone-cold sober, mind you, imagined a few with the help of self-twisted tenets of religion, as I understood it....to be more specific would undermine my anonymous ethos and cause great embarassment. Suffice to say, I was ridiculous...even by my standards. I suppose, though, that as love is defined in that section of Corinthians read at every Catholic wedding ever...this was probably the closest I'd come. I was not attempting to "score" her, and had absolutely no interest in no-strings, or even few-strings sex (not typical for me to that point...or, in some cases, beyond it) with her. Half a year after being presented with this issue, I was not only no closer to her, I was even farther from deciding what, exactly, it meant to me....but, at least I thought, at the time, I was nearing the point of giving up and pretending it never happened. That finally seemed a possibility, but not because she was any less perfect, from my vantage point, than she'd ever been. The halfway house held a mandatory meeting every Sunday morning which gave me a highly anticipated opportunity to stare at her for close to an hour. My fondness for her had not gone unnoticed, and I had admitted to it, casually. None but Lydia was aware of the full, crazy extent, though.....and, I gusss that not even she knew EVERYTHING. Lydia was becoming a question of sorts, as well....maybe this was God's way of providing a way out. Like,"look kid, sorry for the misunderstanding, but what do you think of this?" And I thought plenty of her. Not only the bearer of rare physical beauty, she, despite some rough edges, was a genuinely good person. She was also honest and loyal...if she made a move....and she seemed close to doing so, how stupid would I be to turn her down in favor of a feeling that, more and more, seemed rare and awesome, but, ultimately false? I was, at least, starting to consider other options....but, still, staring across the room at one girl trumped anything else that may happen with any other, I walked back onto the floor to finish my day.

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chaldeanu · 13 days

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afternoon ノ dr. ratio

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 4.7k ノ fem reader — vague description of comfy clothes with open buttons and lace ノ either early in the relationship or unspecified BUT with feelings — reader is just visiting ratio in his home ノ oral . both receiving ノ long foreplay . fingering ノ it is so messy and domestic ノ doing it raw . cumming inside ノ sappy and sweet dialogues here and there ノ love confessions during a rough fucking session yum! ノ fluff . comfort . smut — the full course :)

the golden rays of the afternoon sun filter through the linen drapes, casting a warm, ethereal glow upon the house.

the classy furniture and one rug, woven with intricate patterns and vibrant hues, add charm to the overall rather minimalistic interior. throughout the room, various relics and books, both old and freshly published, infuse the space with a sense of elegancy.

veritas ratio thinks you fit the imagery perfectly, finding you exactly where he expected you to be — on the plush cushions on the sofa, adorned with rich fabrics and delicate embroidery, beckoning to sink into their soft embrace. the gilded mirror reverses the soft light, casting a golden glitter on the place where you sit.

you notice him in the reflection before you turn to face him. he looks magnificent with that charming smile of his.

there is something about your appearance that catches his eyes too — perhaps the way the homey clothing falls over your lap or the loosely open buttons that bring attention to your chest? or maybe it’s the lace that hugs your curves.

whatever it is, the fact is that he has always thought you beautiful, even though he rarely compliments anyone. and now you appreciate the peaceful afternoon in his living room as if it was your own.

“hi… how’s work?” you ask to start the conversation.

“work? challenging. however, i would not engage in it if it were overly facile. i enjoy mental stimulation.” his voice sounds proud yet elegant, his figure confident. he stands up straight as a candle, while the back of his hand is close to his chin. appearing more like a statue than a human being.

“mhm… taking a break, then? to clear your mind?”

“yes, indeed. there is only one thing that can help me relax at this hour… that one activity i dearly love when time is in abundance…” his grin is soft and smug as he walks closer.

his approach does not scare you — in fact, it is rather endearing.

enough time for you to put down the book you were reading before he leans against the headrest and asks for your hand.

the contact makes you embarrassed. veritas ratio keeps smiling and leaves a sweet peck on your knuckles. another one on your wrist. and then on your forearm, travelling up along your body.

before you realise, he is already kissing you passionately and finds a way to touch your waist under the comfy clothes, tickling and teasing the skin. when it comes to your attitude, you get shy when he touches you like that — a contrast to his unwavering demeanour, how easily you sway under his confidence.

as his hands trail down, caressing you in sensitive spots and brushing against your thighs, his lips never stop tasting yours, occasionally drawing little patterns along your neck.

he likes you, loves you in some ways even, though it would require another page of explanations — sometimes he just wishes to make sure you know of his fondness, while using you to get rid of the stress that occupies his brain.

“may i touch you? will you spread your legs for me?” he murmurs with that haughty smile of his.

it feels weirdly empowering to hear him say something like that, especially knowing he isn’t used to asking others such questions. you do as he asked, letting veritas’ long fingers slip past the thin layers of fabrics.

you shiver with delight and anticipation as his cool digits press firmly onto your burning flesh. his palm shifts carefully, just barely, testing out what his moves have on you. his other one is resting on your chest, pressing your body deeper into the sofa and holding it still.

in no time, one finger parts your pussy apart and penetrates you in the most careful manner possible — it’s gentle, almost too cautious to be real, ensuring that he’s not setting a pace your body cannot match until you’re warm and wet.

“mmh… that’s an unusual way to rest from work. you’re still thinking too much, you know?” you say with a dreamy sigh, starting to enjoy all these little sparks he extracts from your insides.

veritas chuckles.

“indeed, i am. however, my thoughts now are focused solely upon pleasing you,” he answers. “i must say… i prefer this state of mind.”

you moan softly, but immediately feel ashamed of your reaction, as if it were inappropriate for such sounds to be voiced. veritas looks pleased, though, watching with intent as his digit slides further into your core, easier. you wish you could reach out to touch him in return, but he’s sitting upright and away from your needy hands — so you resort to hugging a pillow close to your chest.

there is a sizable tent forming in his trousers and you wonder if he will allow you to taste him later.

the idea is so exciting and your inner walls squeeze his digit as it sinks with each slow thrust. the firm tip of his thumb rubs gentle circles on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your nerves. nothing gets past his cautious eyes. he peers at you intently, drinking in the sight of your squirming form.

instead of adding another digit, he lowers himself down the couch and parts your knees even wider, giving his head room between your legs.

the feeling of his soft, slick tongue slipping over your glistening pussy is heavenly, and your grip on the pillow tightens, as the motions become more demanding, exploring your folds and the area around your opening. his finger continues the agonisingly steady rhythm, guiding you into the bliss.

each flick of his wet muscle has your breathing speed up a notch. veritas doesn’t rush things though. he’s well aware of every move he makes and the impact it has on you — yet you can tell there is something about him that stays collected as he continues.

even through the haze of your lust, you sense that he’s trying to figure out if there are more ways in which he could satisfy you.

just when you think the stimulation will be enough to get you there in a few moments, his hands retreat and his mouth latches onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing the ecstasy to arrive immediately. the unexpected sensation has you cry out, and clamp your thighs around his head for a moment before forcing them back open again. he continues as if nothing happened and slowly coaxes a wave of arousal, swallowing hungrily as it spills onto his face. he does not cease his actions, not until your entire being trembles with release.

withdrawing reluctantly, he licks his lips before giving you one final, sweet peck on your slit, listening to your hiccups. then he rests his head against your lap and looks up with a smirk.

“given the look on your face,“ he comments before reaching for the wipes from under the coffee table and cleaning the mess off your folds and from his chin, “this was far more beneficial than i anticipated…”

“let me touch you too…” you whine weakly, still coming down to your senses, each caress of his palm on your inner thigh making you bounce.

pondering over your sweet plea for a moment, he moves up until straddling your chest, his muscular legs on each side of your frame and his pants in front of your face. the view makes your body tremble in excitement. working on opening his slacks, he keeps the eye contact with you, the amber of his irises warmly burning onto your face.

his cock springs out and slaps lightly against your cheek, his hips inching further down. you immediately grasp the opportunity to swirl your tongue around the tip and lap at the hot flesh eagerly.

not to waste any more time with what’s right before you, you start sucking until you hear a soft chuckle from him.

“quite lovely, this sight of yours.”

your lips pop around the hard girth and you smile while panting, his hand petting your head gently.

“hmm… you can use my mouth, if you want to,” with an adorable giggle, you kiss the glossy head and pump the base lazily with your fist.

his eyes light up at that idea as he slides his shaft more down your throat, making you groan with effort as you struggle to keep up without gagging.

the burning ache of your jaw, combined with his quiet praise, is enough to light the fire in your own core again, your fists clasping around his hips for support as he fucks your mouth in shallow thrusts.

“i would prefer not to make you uncomfortable. this is enough…” he says with a dark timbre in his voice, staring right into your teary eyes.

unable to speak, you only take him deeper, his length tapping at the back of your throat and catching him by a surprise. breathlessly, but no less excited, he smiles and gets the hint that you wish to continue.

“very well then,” he begins to buck his hips, working his way to a better angle, taking care to not go too rough.

your nose bumps against his underbelly from time to time as he eases further. it’s an odd yet pleasurable mix of being choked and suffocating, but it’s the sight of him that’s driving you insane — someone who’s done everything with perfection is now panting above you, a peachy tint of blush on his face as he gets hot.

it doesn’t take much to bring him close to the edge — perhaps it’s been too long since he got some relief, or perhaps it’s your performance that impresses him. either way, it feels wonderful to witness how much he’s enjoying it, and even more, when silent moan slips down his tongue and he stills your head with his cock buried in your mouth.

it takes all of his endurance and patience to refuse to cum, the damp warmth of your throat and mixed saliva with his precum teasing too much out of him. especially when it runs past your lips in a single drop as you cough lightly…

slowly pulling out, veritas holds the head of his still hard dick to your face, stroking himself to ease the strain and the need for release. you blink innocently while he smears the drool around your mouth and cheeks, collecting some at his fingertips to let you suck them clean.

“mhm… very good,” he sighs. “i would ask for more from you… there are plenty of other things we could explore together, in case you are willing.”

he quickly kisses your forehead as you hum happily, nodding and agreeing.

“i will get you water, wait a moment.” he helps you to sit up.

when you drink from the glass he brought, veritas watches with a smile as if he were proud to see you gulp it down, waiting for you to finish.

“will you stay with me overnight? i would love to feel you close during sleep,” he asks with an unexpected, yet honest tenderness in his tone.

it makes your heart race to know that he’d want such closeness with you. you are about to give in when he continues.

“well, you know me — i never ask unless i need something. if you have anything planned, i can take you to your place instead… that is, if you are comfortable with that,” his words trail off quietly.

the last drops of water trickle down your throat and you cough once more to get rid of the sticky residue from the insides of your cheeks, but then you smile at him, flushed and glowing.

“of course i want to… i’ve been missing you quite a lot lately, you know?” you purr at him, cradling his face in your arms as you shift closer.

a pair of sharp brows quirks up with interest. the amber of his eyes shines in golden hues of the afternoon and you swear you can hear him chuckle softly. suddenly, the couch seems warmer, but it’s not from the thin rays of the sun that peek from behind the curtains.

“what an interesting reply. you cannot hide it from me anymore… your yearning,” he notes confidently.

“neither do you.” you point out.

at that, he flips you flat over his lap, your tummy resting on the sofa while your ass perks up nicely right under his hands. a firm slap on your butt has you yelping in surprise.

“true… it appears i cannot, though that was not the answer i was looking for, dear.”

the little squeaks you made only help his palm to fall more freely, spanking you like that — it meets your flesh again gently, playfully even, but he allows the sting to linger this time.

but he does not relish in granting you pain, even if so brief, so his fingers slide down between your legs again.

he can feel that you are still wet from your earlier orgasm — yet there is something in the way his touch makes you shiver, his deft digits trailing along your heated, slick skin, that makes him more eager to get you squirm in his hold again.

“what a marvellous thing you are… just where i want you to be.” he coos.

in a blink of an eye, you find yourself pressed against the embroidered cushions, your clothes once more doing absolutely nothing to cover you up when they get pulled to the side. all you can do is to cry out when his thumb slides inside and he starts circling your clit with his index.

“fuck!” you pant in disbelief, his clever digits setting the perfect tempo, slipping in and out easily while rubbing your sensitive button.

veritas doesn’t utter a word — he seems to be studying the way your body reacts to his movements, gauging your every gasp and twitch. when he finds a pattern that makes you moan louder and cling to the fabric, he does not stop until your pleasure bursts in its peak.

there is no break for you — he uses your thighs to grind his cock into full hardness again, enjoying the feeling of your velvety walls hugging his thumb.

then it stops abruptly, as he’s pulling out with a satisfied grunt.

“would you allow me to feel you in a different manner?” he asks with his chin on your shoulder and his breath ghosting against your neck.

he leans down and presses another kiss just below your ear, his teeth grazing on your sensitive skin, followed by his lips moving down your nape, his tongue licking and tasting as he goes.

“it will certainly take all my remaining energy to make this day unforgettable for you. i truly hope that you will forgive my boldness in that matter,” his whispers travel through the waves of your senses.

there is no strength left within you to lift your head or talk — the impression of his hands gliding over your flesh, massaging your back before sliding lower to cup your ass is maddening. your lips part in a soft groan of pleasure when you feel his naked erection pressing in between your cheeks, sliding languidly between your folds.

“may i?” his voice is tight, like his patience has run thin as he pushes the tip in just a few inches.

you whine helplessly, rutting against the pillows and the couch, desperately seeking friction. you can barely breathe properly, trying to speak while he slides deeper, the pressure of him stretching you against your limit already making you squirm.

“yes, please… f-feels amazing.”

without wasting any more time, veritas draws his hips back only to drive himself in and to pin your body onto the sofa with his weight. it is overwhelming, he fills you up just right, your body convulsing as he brushes a particularly sensitive spot.

there are no more coherent thoughts from you. you cannot help but keen in pure delight, clawing the cushion, his hands resting on your hips.

the first few strokes are slow and shallow, allowing you to ease into the new sensation and enjoy his manly frame surrounding you. he does not miss a single beat — it takes him mere seconds to realise you will probably bruise with his forceful grip on your body, and he backs off to hover over you again, leaving your backside exposed.

“ouch, thanks.” you gasp out in relief, freed from his strength, a moment later asking shakily. “you’re doing alright?”

“ah, well. i cannot complain… in fact, i would appreciate more of this tight heat around my cock… and i can surely fulfil your wishes as well,” he promises, his thrusts picking up the pace.

it is almost overbearing with how rough he treats you now, your clenching pussy spurring him on as he pounds you mercilessly. you squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lip, while he forces you to accept each swift pump of his girth until you lose yourself.

“should i be gentler? make it more bearable for you?”

“no… really,” you murmur. “fuck me until you are content. please…” you whimper.

your heart is about to jump out of your chest as it thrums against the upholstery. veritas is right behind you, his grip returning on your hips, pulling you backwards each time he bucks his hips forward.

he’s much more demanding now, taking everything he wants from your body as he slams himself in and out with desire, fucking you faster and harder, yet his face shows nothing more than serenity as he continues, completely composed as his pelvis snaps against your backside.

he doesn’t respond, too focused on satisfying his need as he bounces your butt. the tension is rising in you with every stroke, as you bury your face into the pillows and drown your sobs into it.

veritas pushes in as deep as he can go, before slowing down until he comes to a stop, nestled comfortably inside of you.

his chest rests against your back and he finally moves his arms, wrapping them around you from above, pulling you close. you try to turn your head to see his face, but he won’t let you, placing soft kisses along your hairline instead.

“you should get used to it by now. i want you to remember the feeling of me inside of you… for quite some time, at least. besides, we both know you prefer this position, don’t you?” his voice is warm as he speaks in a whisper.

“i love this,” you answer with a struggle. “ngh… you make me so happy,” you add, nuzzling the pillow with a fire dancing on your cheeks.

a rich chuckle resonates in his chest. he lies perfectly still for a while, his length throbbing against your core and bringing a strange comfort with it — in moments like this, it is almost hard to believe he could be capable of being mean.

just when you think you’re getting drowsy, he presses another sweet kiss against the crook of your neck.

“i am delighted to hear that.” he shifts, his tip nudging your inner walls once again and making you whimper. “i do hope i am doing well in treating you appropriately, though. if there is anything you wish for, tell me.”

“well… perhaps you could move.” you wiggle your bum a bit, brushing your swollen core against him.

the sound of his laugh is music to your ears, especially as his gentle hand pulls away to take a firm hold of your butt and starts caressing the supple flesh.

“alright.”

with deliciously slow motions, he rocks his hips forward and back. the slapping sound of his skin against yours growing in volume, despite your own wailing. incredibly tight and sensitive in the cage of his arms — you yield.

“want you… please, yes…” your moans seem to spur him on even more.

veritas pulls back only to snap his hips into you in one strong thrust, the base of his thick girth crowding you entirely, your arousal providing more than enough slick to take him in. your thighs quiver with every stroke, but you feel delirious as you eagerly take whatever he decides to give.

a quiet mewl escapes your lips when he reaches an angle that allows him to rub his shaft right on all the sensitive spots — the sensual massage makes you weak and unable to form words.

the other hand is resting on your nape, keeping your face planted firmly into the pillows. the gentle hum of his voice only adds fuel to the fire igniting deep within your loins, but you can’t deny the pleasure you derive from listening to his ranting, his velvety tone vibrating in his throat.

“hmph, and you shall have me…”

it is possible to tell, even through your pleasured haze, that you have started to satisfy his needs — your tight, soaked cunt gripping him in a way that has him craving for the finale.

he places his lips next to your ear and sighs before his next words.

“i cannot be lenient with you… it seems i really am attracted to that naive individual whose actions brought us to this very desperate situation.”

this makes your heart flutter with affection towards him, yet you do not move. his tender touch and loving words, however, are enough to make you swoon as he keeps speaking, his eyes falling half-lidded.

“this is not the first time i found myself thinking about how beautiful you look while lost in passion. and i really, really would like to help you to come undone. soon.”

the last thing he says before focusing solely on driving his hips flush against yours.

each long thrust is paired with a grunt from him as he rams in and out of your abused hole, your body trapped under him as you lay limp against the plush sofa, while he pins you down.

you feel him everywhere, his hands groping you wherever he finds space between the pillows, his cock pumping relentlessly between your legs as his lower abdomen rolls smoothly against your butt.

you try to suppress your wailing, but a choked moan still slips from between your lips. his chin resting on your shoulder while his cheek rests on your head, close, almost like cuddling. your legs are already shaking, the sensation is so overwhelming that it brings tears to your eyes, your clenching pussy driving him absolutely crazy, the muscles spasming around him forcing his eyelids shut as he begins to breathe heavily.

veritas drops his voice an octave, whispering against your hair as he keeps up the fast pace, not giving you time to recover. he’s close too — your whole body trembles beneath his weight.

“yes, come on… cum for me,” he says with a raw, husky tone.

without the support of the pillows, your forehead sinks into the sofa and you feel him curl his fingers in your hair. he tugs softly at the locks as he holds onto you and uses his other hand to keep you steady for him.

there is no way for you to prevent your legs from twitching violently as the wave hits you at full force, your entire frame shuddering while he fucks you through your release.

his movements get jerkier with each thrust, but he does not pull out to spill onto your skin — instead he rides your high while chasing his own until he stiffens, releasing himself deep into you with a groan.

he collapses on your back, panting heavily as he covers you completely. the room is spinning as he drifts in his pleasure, his palms roaming across your body while you feel your toes going numb, the muscles of your pelvic floor throbbing painfully.

veritas doesn’t seem to pay any mind to the mess you’re both lying in — as long as he stays inside you, he cares not what happens to the couch, it shouldn’t be that bad. his breathing is shallow as he peppers soft kisses over your neck and shoulders before moving up your nape to nuzzle your hair.

his arms encircle your waist, pulling you close, his chest against your back. your head is dizzy, and the room seems to have gone dark as your lids drop down.

“hey, sleepyhead. are you okay?” veritas mutters when you shift slightly beneath him.

you hum quietly, too spent to talk yet, and wrap your hands around his wrists to stop him from sliding them any further than they already have. he presses a soft kiss into your temple and turns your head sideways.

his fingertips brush along the line of your neck before settling against your skin, rubbing tiny circles. you take a few breaths before lifting your lashes to find yourself staring straight at veritas’ face — he is watching you all the same with soft eyes and hot flush on his cheeks.

“did i hurt you?” he whispers, concern showing clearly in his voice.

you shake your head gently. he doesn’t let you speak yet, his pads continuing their path downwards along your spine until he stops with one palm against your lower back, soothing the quivering muscles.

“it was intense for you,” he states rather than asking.

a shiver runs through your body. veritas gives you a warm smile and slowly eases himself from your battered cunt, a squelch following the action and making you both laugh softly.

“how do you feel? better now?” you ask once your thoughts become clear again, looking at him as he props himself up to clean the mess, again.

“a lot, actually.” he responds. he gets a bit flustered when your gaze stays fixed on him. “and i apologise for my rough behaviour. you know i wouldn’t dare to—”

“i enjoyed it. a lot, too,” you interrupt him mid-sentence, though with your weak voice it was more of his mercy to pause to let you talk.

“really?” he looks surprised, incredulous.

“i always have… enjoyed everything you have done to me,” you tell him in all honesty and sigh softly, your eyes flickering up and meeting his as your body sluggishly turns to the side. “you’re just very considerate in bed. the opposite of selfish. you put me first every time, and that makes me happy,” you smile through tired expression.

veritas purses his lips. instead of answering immediately to your unexpected confession — that made him quite flustered, which he wouldn’t like to admit — he focuses on wiping you clean from the slick mix of essences leaking out of you and running down your legs, while humming thoughtfully.

you bite your lip, staying silent. your hand finds its place on his thigh, resting there in a calming manner, his leg trembling under your touch.

when he speaks again, it is nothing more than a whisper.

“i am pleased to hear that you’ve noticed,” he says with a total composure laced in his words, his fingers holding a bunch of tissues between the two of you.

you hum contently, taking his free hand into yours and raising it to your lips, planting soft, little kisses on the back of his palm, trailing his knuckles and then the sides of his wrist.

you can tell he is stunned, but doesn’t seem to mind, or show any sign of displeasure. he returns to his original task after a second, carefully cleaning you before standing up and fixing his pants, placing a loving kiss on your cheek and excusing himself to make some tea for you to drink, since it will soon be dinnertime.

he goes back into the kitchen while you lie undressed on his couch, your heartbeat finally starting to calm down. through the high of satisfation and tiredness, you notice the details on the rug, small indents in the threads where the coffee table was placed before. and the golden embossing slightly worn from the covers of the books he’s reading, probably from the touch of his pads.

you like this place, it feels like your home too.

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . author’s note ノ if i missed any mistakes, i will cry, editing this took years off my life. BUT i really hope it was sweet and worth reading <3 i personally think this is my new favourite fic of mine, i got too emotional writing and fixing it :’) but i love this man so so much — so it was worth it!

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