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Just putting these here so I don't lose track of them (MK covers again: minimalist 2 group)
(laughing) ...I don't seem to have given myself a lot to work with here.
Oh well... we'll see what pops out.
(Also, looking at the first one—what there is of it—was slightly reminded of what has to be one of the best concept art sketches ever committed.) :)
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Summary: Elvis deals with insomnia and it’s hard enough as it is. When he wakes up in the middle of the night randomly, he looks over at you. In all your glory and beaut. When his thoughts linger and wander, his body can’t help but react. Instead of disturbing your beauty sleep, he decides to take matters into his own hands. Literally.
Author’s note: I was supposed to write out a different thing and post it, “My Sweet Remedy,” but then I got a huge idea for this… don’t ask, what the hell does this gotta do with this song. And the title’s got nothing to do with it…don’t ask, because my answer will be too far intelligent for understanding. No actually because I cannot give you an answer, since my ass doesn’t even know.
Author ain’t go shut up yet: Also, this is my second time writing smut…so cut my ass so slack or better yet, gimme some ass cuz your girl has nothing but a flat board- This is definitely a little different than what I had in mind but enjoy anyway! Oh! And keep in mind, I’m imagining Vegas Elvis in this and this is 2nd-ish point of view!
warnings: masturbation (elvis doing this), dirty thoughts.
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Elvis lets out a soft groan, turning in the silky and red sheets of his king-sized bed and wakes up slowly. His eyes flicker up, squinting into the dark to adjust his vision. He can make out the side of where his baby darlin’, Pillow, lays. He’s called you “Pillow” since the day you both started dating, for two good reasons. The thickness of your body and the swells of every perfect curves you’ve got on that damn body of yours. And 2, because your heart was as soft as a damn feather. Uncalled for reason #3 was also because you were pretty damn ticklish and giggle.
Elvis reaches over with a grunt, stretching out his arm to switch on the light. The light switches on and he lets out a hiss as the sudden brightness shines onto you both. The light’s dim but bright enough to make out of everything. His eyes roam around the room, looking at the tv across from the bed and over to you.
His eyes can’t help but travel from your pretty little head, to your itty widdle feet that journeyed on, walking around to fulfill duties he gives you. But this night particularly, he really can’t help it. Can’t help the way his eyes watch your body, and hear your soft breaths you take every moment. You sleep so peacefully and quiet, but also deep.
Since your back is faced to him:
His eyes watch your long, thick hair splayed against the pillow your cute lil pink cheeks lay on. Your curls shine under the moonlight that peaks through the room’s curtains.
How it would be to hold and grip em while making sweet, sensual love to you.
His mind wanders, and he cant help the small smirk that comes upon his lips. His eye continue to travel lower, seeing your perfect shoulders, and down to your waist. You didn’t have an hourglass figure…or did you? The way you lay on your side, and your waist dips down, bringing your hipbones to stand curvy and mighty.
Oh, your hips.
Your love handles that he’d just love to grab while he ravishes into your sweet pussy.
Fucking hell, your pussy.
He clenched a fist and bites down hard on a knuckle, breathing in a sharp breath to keep a groan in.
Where can he start?
His eyes keep at the delicious swell of your ass. So plump and thick in all its glory. And only his imagination would have to work right now on your beautiful flower thats not far below your belly button.
Elvis can’t help the twitch in his pants. Hell, he didn’t even notice it til he finally got into his head. One of hands balling the sheets into one fist while he chews his knuckle on the other, and he only now realizes that he’s become painfully hard.
He takes his eyes off you to quickly and gruffly untie the strings of his pajama pants. When he lowers them, his eyes quickly dart back over to your ass.
Oh, he’d love to just dip his tongue and press against your little pink hole that he sees whenever you arch your back. Only times he sees your second tight hole, was when he’d spank you for being a naughty girl or when he’d take you from behind. Lord, did he wanna bite your ass cheeks right now.
From all his shuffling, you start to wake up slightly. Letting out a hum and shifting onto your other side, now that’s the sight Elvis can stare at for the rest of his life.
Your soft hair that’s showered and lays almost a veil onto your calm and soft facial features. The sight of your perky and tender breasts that smoosh against eachother as you lay, and your legs crossed over the other.
He lets out a soft whimper, grabbing his cock with no hesitation. His length is stiff as stone, a pretty pink is his veiny shaft and his pretty tip that peeks under his foreskin, wags back and forth. When his thumb swipes across his tip, it already has his hips stuttering.
Seeing more than enough for his imagination to wander and work, he turns his gaze to his throbbing cock. His right tan hand bobs up and down on the poor “little” fellow in rhythm with his breathing. Elvis closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to keep his breathing steady.
How it would be to just fuck you senseless. Your tight hole swallowing him deep. Your- oh and then to have your pretty little ass hole hug his long fingers snug and perfectly.
He lets out a soft gasp, speeding up his hand on his cock. Precum dribbles from his pretty cock and he uses that as a lubricant. He bucks his hips into his fist, until his balls slap and bounce slightly to his pinky knuckle and back.
His mind continues to come up with ideas of what he would do to you once you both wake up in the morning. Then, he glances and turns his head back to see your face. Your pretty plush and plump lips, your long dark lashes that tickle and rest against your upper cheeks and again, the hair that smells as rose and strawberry cupcakes.
His fist tightens around his cock and he doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t care if he wakes you up. Or even the damn neighbors. Not even if his mama or daddy can hear from next door. His tip off loads and drops more glistening and shiny arousal, and he twitches harshly in his hand.
How it would be to cum on that pretty little face of yours. To have your lips and fluttering, innocent and doe eyes that your long dark lashes shelter be coated with layers of his hot cum.
That does it for him, he lets out a high-pitched moan, taking both fists to squeeze both his shaft and his thumb to press firmly against his wet and sticky, hard tip. And his other hand to cup and squeeze his ballsacks.
He lets out a Yelp from how harsh he’s being to his own body, but his lower belly heaves and gets covered by his thick, warm ropes of white nectar. His hips stutter against the bed and he finally leans back.
He can already hear the stomping of his parents, and the groaning of you about to wake up…
How the hell was he supposed to explain this, anyway?
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Hope you enjoyed! And May I add, I didn’t proofread this shit🫣
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TW: None
You were wondering what to get your boyfriend as a gift. Obviously, you also wanted it to be a well-thought-out gift as well. You aren't good at this sort of thing. Hm......
"Maybe that will work?" You just had to make sure you caught him in his room so no one butt in.
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"Hey, Idia?" You opened his door, hiding his gift behind it. He turned and had a look of confusion on his face. "What are you hiding?" He asked with a suspicious tone.
"Um... I wanted to get you a gift but I couldn't think of anything to get you... except for this." You said, holding out a fluffy grey cat. It had a blue and black ribbon tied around its neck. Idia's eyes lit up, and he shot up from his gaming chair. He immediately grabbed the cat from you and started petting it.
"Aw, such a pwetty kitty, so cute!" He crooned, rubbing behind its ears and under its chin. It started purring. Idia flopped down onto his bed, cradling the cat while petting its belly.
"He's so cute! Oh, what should I name you? Hmmm...." Idia was fanboying over the cat, who was eating up the attention. "What about Gizmo?" You suggested. Idia nodded. "Gizmo it is! Oh, such a cute widdle kitty, you! Oh, who's a pwetty kitty?" Yep, he was totally obsessed.
"Oh, that reminds me, Gizmo's gonna need a litter box and stuff." You said. "I got cat food for him, and bowls. I figured that—"
"Don't worry, I'm gonna make a state-of-the-art litter box for Giz. And some toys. Ooo, maybe a cat run? Oh, yeah, I can install it on the wall!" Idia was off in his own little world now. Knowing how he was with cats, you knew that he would probably be totally tunnel-visioned for the rest of the day.
You left the room, feeling very happy with yourself. You'd never seen him so happy since you two started dating. As you walked down the hallway, you laughed to yourself, picturing Idia gaming with Gizmo on his lap.
"Y/N...? What are you doing?" Trey stood behind you. Shit. You spun around to face him, painfully aware that his gift was being noisy in the room behind you. "Uh....."
"Y/N? What's in my room?" He asked. Your mind blanked, unable to think of an excuse. "Um... an animal." You said.
"An animal?! What animal?!" Trey asked, trying to get into his room. You blocked him. "Can you wait for five minutes?" You pleaded. Trey gave you a dubious look, but stopped trying to get past you. "Five minutes." He sighed.
. . .
"You got me... guinea pigs?" Trey said, looking at the small rodents in a cage by his bed. There were four of them in the cage. You picked up the red one. "This one's the fiestiest." You said. Trey sighed, then he smiled. "I guess I should come up with names for them." He said.
"Okay, how about this one?" You handed him the guinea pig. He held it carefully. "I'm thinking... Paprika." He said with a sheepish grin. You nodded. "And this one?" You handed him a white and beige one. "Nutmeg." He responded.
"Her?" You held up a grey one. He thought for a moment. He shrugged with a laugh. "Pepper, I guess?" You laughed as well. You held up the last one, brown and white. "Maybe... Basil?"
"Basil, then." He said. He now had all four guinea pigs swarming on his lap, squeaking and trying to climb up his arms. "I still need to buy food for them, and a water bowl or something." He said, putting Nutmeg on one shoulder and Pepper on the other. Basil settled down on his left knee, while Paprika claimed his right.
"Don't worry about all that. The food and stuff is under your bed. I came prepared." You said. Trey looked at you, surprised then said, "And this is why I love you."
"Who's that?" Epel asked as you walked into his room. "Is it yours?" He asked. You set down the cream colored puppy on the ground. "No, it's yours." You said. He looked confused.
"I don't own a dog." He said. The small puppy bounced over to him, a purple collar with a neat red bow around its neck. "Now you do." You said, suppressing a laugh at Epel's shocked face.
"But Vil would never let me have a dog in the dorm!" He said, now looking sad. "Don't worry about that, Vil approved. He gave me the bow." You replied. "I managed to convince him that you'd listen to him more if he let you keep the dog. So you better not make me look bad." You warned him.
Epel looked at you in shock, then hurried over to you and hugged you tightly. You hugged him back for a second. "Um, Epel, I like living, but I won't be much longer if you keep hugging me so tightly." You wheezed. He was surprisingly strong.
"Eh!— Sorry!" He exclaimed, releasing you and scooping up the puppy that was prancing around his feet. "Ah reckon Ah should give ya a name." He said to the dog, not noticing his accent. "How 'bout Dixie? Maybe a bit basic, but Ah like the name. So how 'bout it, Dixie?"
Dixie yapped and started licking Epel's face and he fell backward in surprise. Dixie's tail wagged a mile a minute as Epel laughed. You saw Rook poke his head in the door, probably to see what the noise was. When he saw Epel, he smiled and disappeared.
Finally, Epel said up, Dixie romping around in circles around him. You handed Epel a leash and nodded to Dixie. "Think she wants to go on a walk?"
You held the open box firmly as you knocked on Riddle's door. You'd made sure that the bottom of the box had something soft on it.
"Come in!" You heard his voice call, so you opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind you. Riddle was at his desk and he looked up as you walked in. His eyes immediately went to the box. "What's that?" He asked.
"A surprise." You said, placing the box down on his desk. He looked suspiciously between you and the box, then peered over the top. He let out a yelp of surprise. "What did you do?!" He asked, holding up the hedgehog skillfully. "What did you do to the color?"
You probably should've expected this to happen. "Hold on, Riddle, don't freak out, let me explain!" You said loudly, holding up your hands. He quieted, setting the hedgehog back into the box. He crossed his arms. "It's not one of the Heartslaybul hedgehogs, I swear. I got it from a pet store. I figured that you could use some company when you're studying, so I wanted to get you a pet. Since I've heard you're good with the other hedgehogs, I figured that'd be a good choice." You hurriedly explained.
Riddle's expression changed from anger to shock in seconds. He hesitantly picked up the hedgehog again, this time looking at it with what you assumed hoped was adoration. The hedgehog snuffled around in his palm, looking for food. Riddle held it at face level. "I think I'm going to call you Button." He said to the animal.
"Button?" You inquired. He pointed to its nose. "Its nose looks like a button." Riddle stated. You couldn't help it and laughed. Riddle looked offended. "What? Do you not like the name I picked?" You backtracked quickly. "No, no, the name is fine. It's just— like you." You said. It seemed just like a name Riddle would pick out.
"Um... thank you. And I apologize for jumping to conclusions earlier." He added, an awkward look passing over his face. You smiled, waving it off. "Don't worry about it."
"You are not giving Kalim a pet! He can barely look after himself as it is! It'll end up being me dealing with it while he plays with it. As if I need another thing added to my workload!" Jamil said sternly. You'd come across him while heading to Kalim's room.
"Oh, come on. If you just say that he'll have to get rid of it if he doesn't take care of it, he'll be just fine." You reasoned. Jamil scowled. "We both know that's not true." You frowned in return.
"Okay, well, if I tell him, he's bound to listen. After all, he'd never intentionally upset anyone, least of all me." You were grasping at straws here, trying to find something to convince Jamil not to turn your gift away. Jamil gave an exasperated sigh, turning his head.
"Actually, you're probably right about that... Fine, I'll let you give him that, but while you're telling him to take care of it, make sure to let him know that he's only allowed to throw parties once a month." Jamil said. "If he fights it, tell him it'll make his new furry friend anxious." He added with a crafty smile.
"You're certainly clever. Trying to lessen your workload, I see." You laughed, continuing on your way to Kailm's room. You knocked on the door. "Yeah, what is it?" A cheery voice called from the other side. You entered his room and set down the very heavy creature, unable to hold its weight anymore. Kalim looked over, then gave a gasp of surprise. He shot off his bed.
"Oh, such a giant bunny!" He squealed, sitting down. It sniffed his hair, probably deciding whether or not to start eating it. You dropped down on the floor beside Kalim. "Is this yours? Why didn't you tell me you had such a giant bunny?" Kalim asked. "It's actually a gift from me to you. But Jamil made sure to tell me that if you don't properly take care of it, you'll have to get rid of it." You said.
"Of course I'd take care of him— her—?" He now was confused. "It's a boy." You said. Kalim nodded. "Of course I'll take care of him!" You grinned, then remembered the condition Jamil had set. "Oh yeah, Jamil also said that you're going to have to cut down on parties to once a month." You said. Kalim looked up in surprise. "Cut down on parties? Why?"
"Because it'd stress out the bunny if there are constantly parties being thrown." You said, using Jamil's excuse. You marveled at Jamil's ability to spin such convincing lies. Kalim seemed sad, but looked down at his new pet (who was eating the carpet now) and smiled. "That's okay! I don't want to make Jouri uncomfortable." He conceded.
"You've already decided on a name?" You asked. Kalim smiled, coaxing the large bunny onto his lap and petting it. "Yep! After a rose that's found in the desert, the damask rose." You nodded. Kalim seemed to think about something for a moment. Then he leaned over and gave you a kiss on the cheek, wrapping you as best he could into a hug without disturbing Jouri.
"Thank you so much!" He said, tears forming in his eyes. "This is the best day ever! Except maybe when we started dating." He said, pausing. "I think both days are equal." You chuckled, moving closer so that he could sit comfortably with Jouri in his lap but still hug you. "Yeah, me too."
Boo!! 🧡 Here is a random idea that came to mind. Sorry that Kalim's part is a bit longer than the others. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! I tried to make the animals/names match the characters and what they would probably name a pet if they had one (hence Trey's). I actually started this a few days ago, but my motivation took a vacation, so... Well, bye now~~!!
Also, I did not proofread this, I'm tired, so please ignore any mistakes.
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Someone Who Loves You
Media The Artful Dodger
Character Jack Dawkins
Couple Jack X Reader
Rating Sweet Af + Flirty
Warning Dark discussions
I past the trees in the setting sun, trying desperately to salvage everything that had happened today. But I froze up as I heard a footstep, that wasn't mine. I stopped and listened closely. I could hear them coming up behind me, I could feel their presence, so I rested my hand on the handle of my knife.
I turned sharply and saw them, a figure in black darkness behind them as the sun set behind me, A hood covered them utterly.
"You're following me?"
"I am." The voice, muffled by the hood and cloak left me unsure if I knew the voice.
"Why?"
"I must speak with you, as privately as possible."
"Come to the hospital?" I suggested
"No. Walls have ears. I trust only the trees." For a moment that phrase reminded me, but of what that was too far gone to recall.
"What do you want?"
"To speak with you."
"Who are you."
"What does it matter?"
"I won't speak with you until you tell me who you are."
"Walls have-"
"Who are you?"
Silence between us for a moment, they took the hood of their cloak pulling it down to reveal a face beautiful with long hair, and a scar across her cheek. She settled the hood at her shoulders and smiled.
"Someone who loves you,"
I racked my mind but, I didn't remember her, but she knew me "Who are you, give me your name."
Those words from my lips utterly broke her heart, you could see it shatter in her face, her hands began to quiver, and a tear in her eye.
"Y-you don't remember me?"
"Should I?"
Those two little words utterly shattered her and she looked as if she was about to faint, or that her knees would give out.
"I had prayed, you would always remember me." She said, "Time has been kind to you, much more so than it has to me."
"I've met a lot of people in my life. Excuse me, if I don't remember one woman." I said,
"Would think you'd remember, such a turbulent time." She smiled,
"Perhaps you remember the way that horrid old strew used linger its smell down the alley, Perhaps you remember the sleepless nights under that broken roof, Perhaps you remember the old secret alleys and bridges, not a soul else knew, Perhaps you remember that more then you'd remember me."
"I'm sorry, but I need to get back," I told her turning to leave but I took more than two steps before she whistled, a little tune. That dove into the memories I had tried so desperately to forget.
That tune, I'd hear echoed on the streets of London through the thickest of fogs, in the nights and over the bridges I used to roam.
I turned back to see her again but still, I couldn't recall her face.
"... I see you remember that dodger."
My heart skipped hearing that word. That name. She knew me. And she could destroy me. And everything I've made for myself.
"Tell me. Who you are."
"Perhaps you remember, running down Martin Street pocket watch in hand as the cops chased you, you'd always find me at the corner. Drop your spoils in my basket so you were clean they they caught you down Pentavile. Perhaps you remember, carrying me up the top of London bridge to see the fireworks on New Year, Perhaps you remember sharing blankets watching the rain fall," She explained and with every word it became clearer and clearer, that my time on London's streets and everyone I knew widdled away and I knew she could only be one girl in the world. "Perhaps you remember how you kissed me, under the old cotton bridge hiding from the cops," She giggled
I was breathless, tears welling up as I looked at her.
"-Y/n?"
"Hi, Dodger."
I closed the space between us wrapping one arm around her and the other held her cheek as I kissed her, with all the passion and energy of the years since I'd seen her, giving her every kiss I had saved for her all this time. Till she pulled back both of us teary and smiling.
"I thought I'd lost you forever," I whispered
"For a while, I believed I had." She smiled "You have no idea, how long it took me to find you,"
"What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you,"
"You- you came all this way, to find me?"
"I've never stopped looking for you Jack." she smiled stroking my cheek, "You've changed."
"as have you," I chuckled moving back to see her better "I barely even recognised you, without a muddy braid, that patchy dress, everything that used to be you."
"You can talk, Dr Dawkins?"
"It's been a while. Things have changed, to say the least."
"I don't know, not everything. You've still got the same blonde mop" She smiled playing with my hair
"Well, I don't have you to cut it for me. only person I've ever met who could do it right."
"I've missed you, Jack,"
"I've missed you more. What happened to you?" I asked stroking her scar it was long healed but still it worried me
"Things, Didn't go well once you were gone."
"How so?"
"Left, after what he left you to rot. I couldn't stand to think he'd abandoned you in that awful prison. So I left, turns out... he protected us far more than we knew, and the moment I left a lot of people wanted what they felt they were owed, and with you gone... Let's say they took what I owed, and what you did too."
She explained tears slipping down
"What did they do to you?" I asked wiping her tears
"They took what we had taken Jack, all the years of our work together, they made me repay it all with far more than it was worth."
"How to evert did you make that kind of money?"
"They didn't take money, Jack," she whispered holding my hand and showing her scared skin, I took her closer and examined her, the scars of chains around her hands, broken bones hastily repaired, these were the scars of a slave who often thought back.
"They took... what You and I had stolen, Off Of. You." I asked and she nodded
"I spent years in chains. At their master's order, and his desires, by the time I broke out, you were gone. Not a soul knew where. Ever since I've been trying to find you."
"I'm so sorry y/n. If I'd have known I-"
"It's okay. You're here now."
"I'm here, and I can't believe it's you." I smiled "My first kiss, My first love, My y/n. How on earth did you find me?"
"You left a trail, of breadcrumbs I guess." She giggled "What are you doing in this place?"
"Uhh hiding I guess. I've built a life here perfectly law-abiding... Mostly."
"I'm proud of you, So very proud of you Jack."
"Thank you y/n." I smiled widely, "Do you have somewhere to go tonight?"
"No, travel light, has mostly been sleeping where I can"
"Come on, you're staying with me"
"I am?"
"Yes you are I've missed you too much to bear to be away from you"
"Lead the way then Doger." she smiled offering her hand I took it and gave her hand a kiss leading her towards town
"I uhh I should say, some things have changed." I blushed
"I imagine they have" she giggled cuddling my arm "Last time we shared a bed we were only fourteen... I imagine much has changed about my darling doger." She giggled tickling under my chin like she always used to god damn it! I nearly threw her against the tree when she did that... using that cute little name she used to have for me.
"I don't think I've changed that dramatically have I?"
"You taller" she giggled "Your cheeks used to be right in line for me to kiss them, I'm too little now."
"Humm I'll have to bend down for my flower girl then" I told her giving her lips a sweet kiss having to lean a little given she is a fair bit shorter than me now, "But Things have changed. And... as much as I love that name. You can't call me that anymore."
"What why not?"
"Because only three people in this whole country know that name and we are two of them."
"So why does it matter if no one knows?"
"I want to keep it that way."
"Alright, No more Dodger"
"That's my girl," I told her kissing her head as we got back into town I kept her on my arm as I would any other woman and she gave me such a wicked smile giggling at me
"Why can't I hold your hand?"
"Cause this isn't London y/n. People actually care about that stuff here and believe me they will talk."
"I see. So we have to be... Proper?" She pouted
"Perfectly propper my little flower girl"
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"Fine" she sighed
"Okay? Propper lady behaviour. and No dodger. I'm Jack Here, just Jack Dawkins. Doctor Dawkins alright?"
"Oooh Doctor Dawkins, you going to take me on a pleasant Sunday stroll" She giggled doing her best upper-class London accent
"Don't Be cheeky." I warn her "It might have been fourteen years But I'm still not against giving you a spanking if I have to" I whispered
"Humm I recall us walking through Clampam Green, snuggled all cosy, one hand in mine the other up my dress, not a care in the world"
"Believe me if I could I would," I told her "Come on this way," I told her taking her into the side entrance of the hospital "Nice and quiet okay?"
she nodded so I happily kissed her and led her up to my room
"This is all yours?"
"All mine, food and water if you need any, get yourself comfy." I told her slipping my jacket and shoes off
"Where will I sleep?"
"We used to share a blanket then, bout time we shared a bed," I told her sitting on my bed and tapping beside me
"I am very tired" She smirked
"I bet you are."
she giggled and slipped off her cloak hanging it by the door and the moment she was revealed to me-
I uhhh may have had a heart attack-
"What?" She giggled
"... You wonder why I didn't recognise you! Holy- Proportions." I tried very very hard to get my brain to,.... work but it kinda didn't want to. "What uhhh... I uhh I have been gone a while-"
She was confused looking at herself "Yeah, this is what happened Jack, I was malnourished and fourteen last you saw me don't you think things would have.... matured." She explained putting her hands where her hips used to be where I remember them and moving them sideways expanding till they met her hips... now.
"Matured! Look at you your- your-" I stuttered standing and holding her waist looking at her chest in her dress
"Jack" she giggled picking my head up to her face "It was fourteen years ago."
"Yeah! I didn't think you'd have changed... this much."
"Yeah they came in a little while after you left" she giggled moving her arms a little to squeeze them and I watched like a desperate hungry dog,
"Please stop doing that!" I told her holding her arms to make her stop
"Why?" she giggled
"I haven't seen you since we were fourteen, oddly enough I missed you enough! I do not need you bouncing your - Yeah. I'm struggling enough with not throwing you on my bed you really think that's a good idea."
"Hummm" she giggled "Still my darling Dodger" she giggled tickling under my chin and stroking her hand down until she met my pants
"Ummm- enough! enough!" I told her grabbing her hand "Anymore, I really will have to throw you on my bed."
"Alright Sorry Jack." she giggled sitting on my bed and tapping beside her so I happily climbed in sitting with her cuddling her and kissing her making up for all we had missed, "Anything Important I missed?"
"Not really, anything I missed?"
"You... did miss something."
"Ohh tell me then" I cooed between kisses kinda half listening
"I worry it will upset you," she whispered
"Nothing you could tell me could upset me. I'm just so happy you're here, I finally get to see you again, to hold you again, to... kiss you again."
"I left Fagin, for a reason. Not just because of what he did to you."
"Why else?"
"... Because I was pregnant."
"y-you were pregnant? when did you find out?" I began to whisper too
"A week, after your arrest," she said tears welling up
"What... Who got you pregnant, how did this happen?"
"Jack, you a doctor know. I should hope you know... How. it happened." giggled "Well when a flower girl and a little thief love each other very much and... find themselves a dark alley to hide in for the night" she whispered with a smile
"I- I got you pregnant-"
She nods "Once I knew I left for what he had done to you, I wanted to come see you to tell you but the guards wouldn't let me."
"I- I got you pregnant- What was it?"
"A little boy."
I knew I was crying unsure if it was sadness or joy but a mix of the two "A little boy?"
"A sweet little boy, he looked just like you"
"Where is he? Where is he now? Can- Can I meet him?"
"He's dead..."
"What-"
"Cot death. he was only a few weeks old. I'm sorry Jack."
"Sorry, what could you be sorry for? I had a son. You gave me a son I can't thank you enough for that, and I'm so sorry I wasn't there If I'd known... I'd have broken out that prison and found you. I'm so sorry about what happened."
"It was a long time ago, it still hurts but- at least I have you back"
"You have me, and I have you. I promise I'll keep you safe." I told her pulling her into my chest "What was his name?"
"Jack Jr. After you of course"
"That's sweet." I smiled giving her a soft kiss "I'm so sorry I didn't come find you when I escaped. Everything just kinda... happened so fast."
"You're here now. And that's all I care about."
"Y/n... There is something I need to tell you."
"Oh?"
"I uhh I don't quite know how to tell you..."
"Oh no" She said fear across her face "Please don't let it be true Jack-"
"What?"
"Please, don't say there is another girl. Or worse some... woman who holds your heart now" She said "I knew it was possible I had just hoped that- it wouldn't be so, let me guess this new life you've built came with a wife, and family of your own."
"No, no it's nothing like that."
"Then what?"
And just at that moment, the door opened- Oh god no please be the nurse.
"Jack wha-" He began
Shit.
"You!" She yelled jumping from the bed and grabbing one of my knives from the table pointing it at him, she always was quick. "What the dickens are you doing here?"
"Y/n. Our favoured flower girl how-"
"Answer the question Fagin!"
He wouldn't speak
"Answer her," I told him
"I found myself shipped here, destined for the chain gang. Old Dodger took me in"
"Why on God's green earth would you do that!" She yelled now pointing the knife at me
"He'd be dead if I didn't-"
"Good riddance! Jack. Do you not remember what he did to you, He left you for dead in a prison cell."
"I know he did. But I also remember all he did for me, for us. you know we'd been dead on the streets years ago without him"
"I know, that doesn't excuse what he's done."
"Y/n... you know I always thought of you as my daughter-" he began
"No, you didn't! You hated me!"
"Because you didn't do as you were told-"
"Because If I had I'd have been locked up with Jack!"
"Both of you enough!" I told them "I know this isn't the best-case scenario, but we're all here now. And we're all staying here." I told them "Now just stop bloody being at each other's neck and makeup,"
"No!" she yelled
"Y/n."
"... Fine" she pouted handing me the knife
"Fagin?" but silence "Fagin!"
"Fine" He sighed "Have it your way."
"Good, now whether we all like it or not we're here and we're together. And each of us has enough to make sure the others behave so I'm responsible for both of you. You are both going to behave."
"Alright jack" she nods
"Fagin?"
"Fine" he groaned
"Good, Now I have surgery first thing in the morning so all of us, Bed."
Fagin slunked himself over to his blanket in the corner and I made the bed up
"Where shall I sleep?" She asked nervously
"Outside," Fagin suggested
"Oi!" I warned "You will share with me sweetheart" I smiled giving her a kiss
"Oh Gordon bennt fourteen years and I'm still forced to watch you to share bloody Saliva" He complained
"That's enough," I told him
"What shall I wear to bed?" she asked
"umm what should you wear indeed."
"A nuns habit might just cover you enough to keep his hands off" Fagin joked
"I'm not telling you again Fagin." I warn him "You can borrow one of my shirts for tonight, tomorrow we'll go see what we can do about some clothes and a nightie for you"
"I'm not wasting my beer money on her-"
"You won't I will." I snapped "Come on let's get to bed."
I gave her one of my little shirts and got sorted myself climbing into bed and soon enough she came over to my shirt hugging her close as she climbed in with me so I tucked the covers around us and cuddled her tight remembering all those nights frozen half to death so much was still the same, we still share the covers, still cuddle the same, still have fagin in the corner complaining,
"Goodnight Fagin" I sighed
"Night. both."
"Night fagin" she yawns "Goodnight Jack..."
"Good night y/n" I smiled giving her a sweet kiss and blowing out the candle before she turned on her side I spooned her and gave her a few more kisses it felt so good having her body in my arms again even if it wasn't all as I remembered she felt my kisses and moved back letting us have not even an inch between us which only made me tighten my grip and kiss her neck a little more she gently giggled in that cute little way she use to do
"I am trying to sleep you two!" He complained
"Out," I told him between giving her neck and shoulder little kisses
"I need my bed too-"
"Out!" I told him
"And go where?" he complained just as she began to grind against me
"Ummm I don't care just get out" I moaned nibbling her neck
"you know this -"
"Out fagin!" I ordered
"Alright, alright" he sighed complaining all the way as he left the room
"He'd have slapped you round the back of the head back then you told him that"
"Well, he's my servant now. he has to do as I say. I can have him flogged if he doesn't."
"Can you?"
"I can. and if... your my little lady, you can to?"
"Don't tempt me." she giggled "so, shall I show my darling dodger how much I've missed him" she giggled moving onto her back
"Humm only if I get to show my flower girl how much I've missed her too."
"Absouely" she giggled pulling me into an intense kiss so I happily climbed ontop of her pulling away to kiss down her neck "I hope I'm still... desirable to you Jack."
"Still? Sweetheart you've only got better. Aged like a fine wine"
"I'm sure you have too" she giggled
"Well, fourteen years is a long time. I'm not the boy I was then. and I have had many years worth of experience more then I did then. So lay back and let the doctor take care of you"
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Wriothesley x Fem reader!|@sparklycupcake56
It was a late evening within the fortress of Meropide. The small sounds of water dripping down the pipes, the echoes of random clinks, and clacks within the large halls of the metal prison.
However, within the warm and not often cozy office of the warden, the formidable and somewhat cold Duke of the hollow fortress.
Was light jazz. And soft piano? What could be going on?
Giggles and chuckles of laughter circle around the room as Wriothesley held your warm hand in his calloused and rougher one, your head leaning onto his strong chest, and his head resting a top if yours.
The Duke often held these warm and tender moments whenever he knows no one will interrupt or ruin the moment. However today he happily accepted your request to dance with him.
"Pleeeassse! You've been sitting down all day! One itty bitty dance won't kill you!" You whined beside him as he calmly drank his leftover tea. From the outside it looks frankly like he is flat out ignoring you, but behind the rim of the teacup he held, a small smile adorned his face. Wriothesley would never admit how cute you were when you nagged him about taking breaks, no matter how creative the method to get him away from his work for even 5 minutes you'll take it.
"And what dance did you have to think of darling? I think for how ling you've mnow me [name] I'm not a huge fan of dancing, especially somehwere like here." Not that anyone woukd interrupt the Duke and his beloved, but Wriothesley still didn't want to run such a risk. [Not like he hasn't before]
However after a few more minutes of begging him to get up from that possibly uncomfortable chair, he finally gave in and joined you in a small slow waltz for a moment. The somberness of the music and the gentle way he held you close to him.
Wriothesley pressed soft and tender kisses to your hair, his other hand holding your waist, rubbing slow circles with his thumb against the cloth of your uniform.
"I'm so lucky to have you darling, so lucky." You glanced uo to see his eyes, icey blue eyes that held nothing but warmth within them. The music softly quieted and came to a close. But Wriothesley still held onto you, swaying with you in a rhythm only in his head. Slow deep hums vibrate out of his chest, feeling his lips curl into s smile against your forehead. He pressed soft kisses onto your face, giggles and laughter sounded through the room.
After you little slow dance, You sat on the couch with Wrio, having a cup of tea as he rested his head on your plump thighs, his hands squeezing the plush of your thights a little as he laid against them. Even when you beg him to stop due to your ticklish nature, he only kept at it by placing small ghost-like kisses and tapping his fingers away at the soft skin on your legs.
Even though you couldn't really see the stars from Meropide, Wriothesley was okay with just staring at you for now. No matter the time, its always a perfect site.
"Ahaha! Okay! Okay! I'll let you back to work or I'll tell Miss Sigewinne to make you a special milkshake!"
This was supposed to go out last week however, i had school, work and had to attend a ceremony for a family friend! Sorry for y lateness hopefully my time blindness will widdle away soon!
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❝ Line of Sight ❞
poly!Billy Loomis & Stu Macher X easily distracted!reader | fluff | graphic descriptions of violence
Billy and Stu adore their boyfriend, so they keep an eye on him due to the fact that he has this odd but adorable tendency to get...distracted.
#1, PURPLE FLOWERS
"D'you believe in past lives?" Billy paused his rummaging and from behind his locker door he peered at his boyfriend, Stu, who was leaning on the row of lockers beside Billy's.
"What type of question is that? Ya' been smoking pot again?" his arms, already sore from last night's activities, pinched as he added the weight of the AP Biology textbook among the binders full of notes. He readjusted his grip, shutting the locker as Stu jerked his chin across the hall. Bumping their shoulders together as he mimicked Stu's pose, Billy's gaze followed Stu's to the windows that lead to the school's front yard.
There (Y/N) was, knees tucked under him and backpack forgotten by his side with his face in gentle awe at the flowers that had grown near one of the trees.
That would explain why you weren't in the hallways like your boyfriends were. You probably were on your way but caught a glimpse of those purple petals and simply could not resist yourself.
"I'm guessing that in his past life, he was a puppy" Stu chuckled. "Small attention span, ya' know? Gnawing on your ankles, trippin' over his widdle paws" Billy cocked a brow, a lopsided grin climbing his face at Stu's curled hands swiping at the air - like a puppy, he says. Billy thinks he looks like a lanky mantis shrimp.
"Does he know classes are about to start?" he asked and Stu laughed.
"S'he look like he does? Come on, let's collect our puppy and send him on his way" he all but cooed.
The taller of the two shouldered open the school doors, wincing as he'd inadvertently put pressure on a cut he'd received - also from last night's endeavours.
"What d'you think I was in my past life, Billy boy?" he let the question linger in the air as they came up behind (Y/N), who was none the wiser. He never got his answer, not that he minded, because (Y/N) had turned his attention to the murderous duo with a blinding smile that made the sun burn with jealousy as the winds ushered the clouds away like show curtains - it still paled in comparison to (Y/N)’s beauty.
“Classes are about to start” Billy put his back to the tree whilst Stu plopped himself next to (Y/N). “I know” bemoaned (Y/N) “but I saw these and they just reminded me of you two” he presented them with a mice-sized bouquet of fragile, dusty purple flowers with a deep vinyl colour in the centre, and meekly twirled it between his thumb and pointer fingers.
“We aren’t pretty like some dainty flower” Stu plucked it from (Y/N)’s hold, its petals tickling his boyfriend’s cheek as Stu tucked it by his ear. “But I am?” (Y/N) mused, squinting his eyes at Stu. Billy’s touch, which had always been cold, sent shivers as he placed his hand on (Y/N)’s head; “The prettiest little devil we’ve ever met”
The bell rang but the three boys stayed ever so enamoured with each other, more and more flowers decorating each other.
Everyone paid no mind as purple flowers kept falling from (Y/N) as he moved from class to class - though the nickname flower boy persisted for a few weeks despite how uncreative it was. (Y/N)’s boyfriends thought it was cute.
#2, COOL ROCK
In all honesty, Stu wondered why Billy had chosen this location as a date. He constitutes eating with a good movie, cuddling, making-out, and maybe some bed shaking sex as a good date not taking a walk through the Woodsboro woods.
But, it was nice.
The tests and quizzes…thank fuck this would be the final test for a good while before university rolls in. Well, that is if he aces it.
“Baby” he snaps out from his reveries and turns to see (E/C) coloured eyes with their eyebrows sloped in concern. “You went quiet, everything okay?” Billy halts from ahead, hands shoved in his pockets as he wonders why the two had lagged.
“Yeah, yeah” Stu’s rubs the back of his head and his shoulders droop as (Y/N)’s fingers slip in his hands.
“What’s up?” Billy inquired once they caught up. (Y/N) shakes his head, telling him not to worry too much as he reaches to hold Billy’s hands as well. “He thought he heard something” he soothed them both by rubbing his thumb over their lightly bruised knuckles. “Yeah?” Billy didn’t sound convinced and (Y/N) pursed his lips at him as they made eye-contact.
“Yeah, wolf or something…” Stu continued which made Billy eye him then glance around unsurely. (Y/N) snorted, rolling his eyes. People assumed Billy was the cool headed, suave, Cassanova. Which, to his credit, he was...sometimes. Meanwhile, people assume Stu was the airheaded, frantic, hyperactive comedy relief of your relationship.
They did not know how romantic Stu was, or how smart he was. His extrovertedness along with his bubbly attitude was often mistaken as some sort of weakness - if only they knew how terrifying it was how closely intergrated Ghostface was in Stu’s very soul.
How for Billy, he can hang the robe and mask in the closet. Despite how it peers from the darkness, creaks it open and makes the walls shake from its breathing when it demanded attention.
Stu? The line between him and the mask was a blurred line in the sand that he barely notices. He is Ghostface, with or without the mask.
He’s like…he’s like a…an…a…
There was a twinkle from the corner of (Y/N)’s eyes.
Your boyfriend’s were debating the existence of a wolf and mountain lion hybrid when you spotted the glimmering ‘gem’.
“After this, we’re getting something nice and warm, right?” Stu batted his lashes and Billy nodded, not quite registering the loss of weight and warmth from his left hand as he peeked at the treetops. “Yeah, might be good, it’s getting pretty cold lately” Stu allowed the satisfying crunches of the dead leaves on the forest floor to distract him from (Y/N)’s hand slipping away.
That and Stu’s anxiety of the uncertain future with Billy simultaneously unsure of how to bring the topic up himself. Thankfully, Stu unknowingly made a segway to the conversation for the perfect opening.
“Why’d you even drag us out here, Billy?” Stu whined, kicking a stick out of the way. Billy paused, sighing a bit and moving to bump their shoulders.
“You looked like you were about to damn near cry while staring at your textbook and my head was about to explode anyways, so was our (Y/N)’s. I figured a walk in the woods would help us” Stu realizes that it was more for him because Billy had been silently skimming through some English assignment while (Y/N) had been half-asleep on Stu’s bed. He pressed a kiss to Billy’s jaw, effectively making them pause as he fully held Billy’s face in his hands to kiss him.
He mumbled (Y/N)’s name into the kiss while the corners of his mouth lifting as he grasped Stu’ waist; “(Y/N) also promised me I’d get some kisses from both of my boys if I did as I was asked, he suggested it…” Stu wondered why he stopped midsentence but then he looked around, blood going cold as all he saw was trees and more trees.
“(Y/N)! Baby!” Stu called, interlacing his fingers with Billy as they called out for you. They weren’t too worried about scouring the woods for you as they dredge through here at night often - to evade curious eyes as they carried their equipment around - along with the fact that you couldn’t have possibly been that far.
“(Y/N), come on! Where are you, doll?” Billy called out, retracing their steps down the path as they attempted to spot their darling boyfriend.
“I’m here!” a voice came from behind an overturned tree, the two raced over and blinked owlishly as (Y/N) held up his palm to show them -
“A rock?” Billy brushed his bangs back, holding it in his hand as he turned it around. He even held it up to catch the light, it twinkled shyly under (Y/N)’s lovers gaze.
“It’s a pretty rock! It’s shiny!” he defended as he rose from his knees, dusting the dirt away from his (insert bottom attire).
“You seriously let go of our hands for a rock, baby?” (Y/N) pouted as Stu pulled him into his side, pressing a kiss to his temple all while Billy continued to inspect the rock. “Hey, quit it! I’ve never seen a rock as shiny as that, okay” he huffed, reaching for it while Billy evaded his attempts.
“No, no, answer his question” Billy ‘frowned’ and Stu giggled, “A rock over us?”
“You guys are assholes!” (Y/N) exclaimed making his boyfriends laugh with complete glee.
The shiny rock stayed on Stu’s desk, googly eyes glued on as it weighed down a note that read;
Don’t lose your head over the small stuff. You’ve got this, baby. We love you - (Y/N) + Billy ♡
#3, SHINY KEYS?
In all fairness, (Y/N) thought it was lovely how his boyfriends insist on either one of them holding his hand or both at the same time. But surely, they must not think he was that helpless. Call him crazy but clammy hands was not a cute thing to feel despite how nice of a gesture it was to be holding hands. He’d slipped away a few times, only a few! Nothing bad happened. If anything, most of the time, (Y/N) came back with trinkets!
Well, there was that one time when Stu was hosting a party to let loose and some guy’s cousin from a neighbouring high school had shoot his shot which ended with him getting practically beheaded with a hunting knife by two annoyed Ghostface’s a week or so later.
But, (Y/N) was completely fine!
“I am not that bad” he retorted for the fourth time and Billy simply squeezed their hand and kissed his temple.
“Don’t be a big baby about it”
“Yeah, you saying ya’ don’t like holding hands?” Stu swings their arms together and (Y/N)’s mouth twitches as he fights the urge to smile. “M’not a big baby, I’m a grown man!” a few heads turned towards the trio as they made their way down the street. “Yeah, because grown men yell that they’re grown men” Billy grunted as he was elbowed. “I will castrate you” (Y/N) hissed, “You like my dick too much to do that” he braced himself for another elbow but Stu’s gasp saved him from the wrath of his boyfriend.
“Dude, they opened up an ice cream and waffle place!” Stu tugged his boyfriends across the street, (Y/N) yelping as frantically made sure they weren’t going to become the first hand-holding trio to end up in the ER as some sort of human pretzel’s.
“Jesus, didn’t take long to replace that shitty old man’s shop” Billy muttered with a cruel smirk. The butcher who used to own the shop lot had been a mean asshole who often sold even older cuts of meat for a hefty price. He’d brag his family had practically been the first butchers in Woodsboro and how it was a piece of the town’s history when one bought his product.
You’d think with that as a selling point more people would’ve mourned when he ended up as a corpse, bled-out and hanging from the hook in some pig farmer’s barn. The brutality certaintly shocked everyone but the funeral service held for him had been a dreary affair, with only a handful of people.
“His kid sold it” (Y/N) said as he looked at the menu on the chalkboard sign propped next to the door, “Heard from his grandkid, ya’ know Brandon from theatre?” Billy nodded “Yeah, well, his grandpa was in debt so Brandon’s father decided to sell it”.
“Brandon is related to that geriatric bag of bones?” Stu laughed, clutching his stomach. His boyfriends joined. Well, to be far, the guy was the nicest person you could possibly meet so it was a jarring surprise to know he is related to such a grumpy man.
“Think we did him a favour” Billy curled an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder with his other placed on his hip. “When Christmas rolls around, I’m betting he’ll get some extra shit out of pity” he continued while Stu moved forward to peek inside the store.
A few familiar faces stuck out to him, they waved in recognition and he glanced at Billy and (Y/N) to gesture for them to head in. Shrrugging, they went along. Stu was the most extroverted - a natural people’s person. It wasn’t unusual for him to be pulled aside to chat with someone. Neither Billy nor (Y/N) minded, especially in this case seeing as they could squeeze in some dessert.
A group of people walked towards the entrance as the three walked in, a gasp of Stu’s name making traffic stop.
Truth be told, Billy had thought he had him leashed to him by his hand alone but by the time the group of school mates had passed through the threshold, he was not there.
Cue the usual song and dance of the lovers heads swivelling and eyes darting to catch a glimpse of (Y/N).
Stu motioned for his friends to wait as he stepped out fully and called out (Y/N)’s name.
“Stu, I’m here!” came the sheepish reply, there he stood in front of a neighbouring store. Their shoulders sagged in relief, lips pursed endearingly as they walked to stand on either side of him.
It was an antique store. Billy swore he could smell it through the display glass, the dust and nostalgia of all sorts of trinkets that were once loved. (Y/N) lifted his hand and pointed to a clever showcase of keys on a string that decorated the top left and rights of the display window. Big, old and clunky but swaying ever so slightly from th ventilation within the store.
They twinkled under the light.
“Puppy,” Stu snickered which earned a head tilt from (Y/N) - it further cemented his claim.
#4, PIZZA
They did it. They fucking did it. They graduated. What better way to celebrate then a date at the new mall?
Stu had outdone his usual parties with the one he had thrown just a few days ago - the three of you were still finding confetti in all sorts of corners in Stu’s house - it was a real Gatsby. Even Billy had found himself dancing in the crowd, feverishly and unabashedly squeezing (Y/N) between Stu and himself.
Now, with that done and over with, it was time for a more private celebration.
(Y/N)’s boyfriends were keeping him in the centre, Stu’s hand around his waist while Billy held a few bags of dorm essentials. Last-minute shopping squeezed into a date, it was usual with the boy’s hectic life and double life.
“That movie sucked” Stu said, “fake blood never looked faker”. (Y/N) rolled his eyes, placing his head on Stu’s shoulder.
“Not everyone’s a murder and horror movie expert, Mr Ghostface” Stu narrowed his eyes at (Y/N)’s teasing tone, grip tightening. He knew what that particular nickname did to his lovers. Billy’s stomach grumbling made their eyes shoot towards his warm face.
“Hungry, baby?” (Y/N) received a sigh and nod. They continued walking as they wondered what they should eat. This mall was huge, and all sorts of restaurants were squeezed into every corner. But that was not where the problem lay.
“Why the fuck would I eat raw fish?” Stu scoffed “We might as well hit the pet store and ate the goldfish”.
“A California roll isn’t as fucking stupid as Italian food made from some American red neck” Billy snapped “I’m the one that’s fucking hungry, I should choose”.
“Nah, no - (Y/N), you choose”
A pause, the escalator they were on continued it’s task of sending the two boys to the upper level with their lover nowhere to be seen.
Unlike the times before, however, calling out your name and retracing their steps did not work. For the first time, they felt cold sweat erupt as they shared a glance. Sure, no real harm could have come to (Y/N), and he was full and well capable of protecting himself. But he was also someone that had walked into a pole, thrice.
“(Y/N)” Billy called out as he and Stu reached the third floor of the mall, nearing the kid’s arcades and all when he finally spotted (Y/N)…
Talking to someone in a brown bear mascot that had a top hat, bow tie and microphone in one of his hands.
“(Y/N)!” he perked up as his boyfriends came into view and waved them over. The man who wore the suit narrowed his eyes at the two, a flash of recognition in his eyes as they came by (Y/N)’s side.
“David, this is Billy and Stu, Billy and Stu, David” Billy paid little attention, just noticing the fact that one of the gloves David was supposed to wear was off and in his hand was a cell phone.
(Y/N)’s name typed down along with his number.
Stu slipped his hands around (Y/N)’s waist, slipping a hand up his shirt which he did little to react too - seemingly used to it.
David’s face fell, expression clear as day despite the shadows of the suit.
“He was talking about this deal they had!” (Y/N) chirped out, showing them the flyer with the establisments name written in a whimsical font.
FREDDY FAZBEAR’S GRAND OPENING!
“How’d you even find this place?” Billy took the flyer, feigning interest as he cocked a brow at David. Who, by the way, realized where he recognized (Y/N) from; he was the boyfriend of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher and he was untouchable.
“While you two were arguing I saw a flyer so I decided to scope around, didn’t think you’d mind considering how serious the discussion of spaghetti and sushi was” he mused, leaning against Billy as he passed the flyer to Stu who had not let his eyes leave the poor part-timer.
“And David…explained the deal?” Stu inquired and (Y/N) nodded “Yeah, we even exchanged our numbers so he’d get us the best seats in the house” he cooed and David shifted uncomfortably as (Y/N)’s boyfriends gazed at him with daggers in their eyes.
“Why the hell would we even eat a kids place with creepy animatronics?” Stu retorted “Let’s bounce, this is laaame”.
There was an edge in Stu’s voice. It often did when he decided to use this sharp-tongued persona - which rarely came out…unless he was particularly annoyed.
(Y/N) rolled his eyes but shrugged and gave David an apology as they eventually walked off to some sushi place.
—
“Woodsboro police department reports the dead body found within the suit of the Freddy Fazbear Pizzaeria mascot is identified to be David Perron. His body was found mutilated and stuffed within the mascot and dragged into the ball pit of the establishment. Authorities are saying this might be the work of the infamous serial killer, Ghostface -“
Stu turns the radio off, (Y/N) squealing as he bounced his knees - effectively making the boy in his lap jump and hold him tighter.
“Stu!” he laughed, the wind in his hair as Billy rested a hand on the back Stu’s headrest. The roof of Billy’s new convertible was down, letting the three lovers feel the blissful breeze and gentle warmth of the California sun.
“Bounce, bounce!” Stu cheered which made Billy peek at the two of them from over the rim of his sunglasses.
“Come on, baby, celebrate!”
“I’m not jumping on your lap in the car! Dumbass!” Stu was no deterred as giggles poured out of (Y/N)’s mouth, his lips attacking (Y/N)’s neck with tongue and teeth.
“The sweater looks better on the floor” Stu purred, hissing sharply as Billy tugged his hair back as he nonchalantly drove with one hand on the wheel. The sweater all three of them were wearing had the logo of the university they’d been accepted into and the one they were making their way towards.
“Billy” Stu whined, the wind muffling it as (Y/N) leaned to kiss Billy and shortly after, turned the radio on. Their favourite song blasted and the lovers rode off, cheering and whooping.
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Buckle up y’all, this took me through a loop. This is based on an idea that @rebeccaartsy had awhile ago about Hunter being in the show earlier and it inspired this and it kinda just went… woah. So lemme know if it’s confusing at all there’s just a *smidge* of angst but I really like it okay bye
UPDATE: mini sequel here
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“Gus, listen,” said Hunter, as he walked through the open door of the Owl House. “Obviously, there is classified information that I can’t divulge but upon consideration I am willing to grant you an interview for your class. The Emperor’s Coven values education, and so I could definitely offer you information regarding our selection process which I’m sure your teachers will find impressive and- why is Willow upside down?”
“Oh, Amity set Willow’s mind on fire and now she’s losing all her memories,” said Luz with a nervous chuckle as both girls tried to keep her from falling off the couch. “But uh, whaaat’s up with you?”
“What?” He said running over to her side and helping her sit correctly on the couch and immediately began checking her vitals. “Is she okay?”
“Don’t worry blondie, we’re gonna get these knuckleheads in there to set things right,” said Eda from behind them. “Or at least less wrong.”
“You’re gonna entrust Willow’s mind in the hands of… them?” Said Hunter in disdain as he glared at Luz and Amity who honestly couldn’t argue with him. Willow was limpm in his arms, her eyes unable to focus. “They were the ones who put her in this situation in the first place! Not to mention, this location isn’t zoned for a spell of that caliber and as a member of the Emperor’s Coven I could-.”
“Listen, do you want it done soon or do you want it done legally?” Asked Eda. “Cause by the time we get the permits to do it your way Goldie, there won’t be any of Willow’s memories left to save.”
“Very well then,” said Hunter, pretending as though it was a hard decision. “I’ll allow it. Just… be careful with her.”
“Alright then,” said Eda. “Lemme whip up something to put her to sleep. She’s not gonna wanna be awake for this.”
“Oh look, the prince is here,” giggled Willow, leaning on Hunter’s shoulder for support as she noticed his presence for the first time. “Helloooo, your highness.”
“Uh, hi,” he said, not expecting her to be this close to him but knowing that pouting distance between them would cause her to fall. “A-re you oka-.”
“Shhh,” she said, putting her finger to his lips, whispering as though it was the most serious thing on earth. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“What?” he said despite his lips being smushed, hanging on to her words with concern.
She took a deep breath. “You have beautiful eyes.” She whispered with intensity.
His face turned bright crimson as he tried to laugh, assuming it must be a joke of some sort. But Willow’s voice didn’t carry the disdain most jokes at Hunter’s expense carried. She wasn’t in her right mind, but maybe that didn’t mean she wasn’t serious.
“Oh uh… thank you?” He said, clearing his throat. “So, uh, s-so do you?”
“Hmmm,” she giggled then hiccuped, squinting at him and then leaning in closer as though she couldn’t quite see something. “Do they make you wear that mask because you're so handsome all the time?”
“What?”
To the side, Luz and Amity were trying in vain not to giggle. Hunter shot them another glare, knowing this was no time for laughter let alone from them.
“How could you let this happen?” he asked them through clenched teeth and they quickly felt guilty. Even though Eda had a solution, this was serious. As Hunter’s stern eyes reminded them that this was their doing, Willow’s finger slowly made its way to trap Hunter’s forelock, twirling it around her finger.
“Awwwh, look at the widdle worm,” she whispered, enchanted by its delicate spring. Hunter couldn’t help but smile.
“Oh suuuure when she calls it a worm it's cute but when I do it you threaten to banish me!” said Hooty with disdain.
“Well that’s because you tried to eat it!” said Hunter as Willow continued to coo at his hair. She did this often, usually when he was upset or grumpy she’d flick it or pull it and for some reason it calmed him down. Her teasing wasn’t cruel or spiteful, it was silly and sweet. Now, she was beyond silly but playing with his hair seemed to distrust her from wandering away so Hunter said nothing of it.
“Woooormy wormy worm,” Willow sang to herself as Hunter steadied her by her shoulders and subtly checked her for any signs of external injury. But it appeared the only damage was her mind, for now at least. He would find time to be furious with Blight and the human later, but now his concern outweighed any other emotion he could hope to have now.
Soon Willow erupted into a sea of giggles as she remembered her worm friend was attached to a person. “Well helloooo again, princey” she said, her voice low and playful, trying to wiggle her eyebrows. “You come here often?”
“Uh… yeah?”
“Hmmm exactly how many worms are you hiding?” she whispered as though she was being spied on. “Are you stealing them from my garden?”
“Uh, I don’t know how to answer that, it’s not-.”
“Nap time!” Said Eda, zapping something in their direction and Willow instantly fell asleep, leaning forward onto Hunter’s shoulder. He was unprepared to say the least, but tentatively put an arm around her to keep her upright, his eyes wide as his movements were careful.
“Alright coven boy, you keep Princess Planter comfy while I tell these two how to keep things from getting worse,” instructed Eda, pointing to Luz and Amity.
“Yeah sure okay,” replied Hunter, barely listening. Eda was telling Luz and Amity something but all Hunter could hear was the gentle sound of Willow snoring, her breathing slow and deep and peaceful. He has never been so close to her, he could see every delicate freckle that decorated her face. Her glasses were askew so he carefully removed them, because it just seemed like the thing to do. Her mind was on fire, the least he could do was make her more comfortable.
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After Amity and Luz had been on their mission for a while, Hunter did not leave Willow’s side as he watched her eyes shift behind her eyelids as she… dreamed? Would she think this was all a dream? She would mumble things occasionally, hopefully that meant something good? She just looked so-
“Hey Hunter, you want in on this?” Asked Gus.
“Huh?” He looked up quickly as though he was being accused of something. He hadn’t been listening. Hadn’t he been tasked with monitoring her? Is that what Eda said or had he just done it naturally? “Sorry, what?”
“King and Eda are competing to be the subject of my interview,” repeated Gus. “You still want in?”
Hunter had forgotten all about being the subject of Gus’ report as he became engrossed in watching Willow sleep. Was that creepy? He didn’t mean it to be. He just felt… protective. He felt responsible. He could never fall asleep like this with anyone unless he trusted them completely. He had never fallen asleep around anyone. And he knew Willow did not have a choice in the matter but he wanted to be worthy of her trust anyway.
“Uh, no thanks maybe next time,” he said, uncharacteristically soft. “Someone should keep an eye on Willow.”
“Eh, she’s not going anywhere goldie,” said Eda as a twinkle entered her eye. “Buuuut when she does wake up, she’s probably gonna be hungry. Having the essence of your inner being threatened really takes alot out of you.”
“Oh yeah, sure,” said Hunter, looking at her in wonder. She seemed to be doing fine, but no doubt there would be brutal side effects. “Should I-.”
“Snacks! Snacks! Snacks!” chanted King.
“Oh yeah, uh I guess I could… do that,” he said softly. He wasn’t sure why he was being quiet, no one else was. But his usual tone didn’t seem fitting now. Normally, he would not take orders (or even suggestions) from civilians but if it was for Willow then it didn’t feel like succumbing to rank. It felt like helping. It felt purposeful. He carefully stood up, mourning the loss of warmth for only a moment, and placed Willow comfortably on the couch carefully guiding her head to a throw pillow. As he made his way to the kitchen, his eyes were glued to her until it was impossible to continue. Eda,King, and Gus were too occupied in their debate to notice.
Willow was going to be fine, she had to be. Everyone would be acting more worried if she wasn’t, right? She had always been strong and capable, he knew her mind couldn’t be much different. He turned his focus from concern into purpose. He wouldn’t admit it to the others, but he was thankful for the distraction. He felt foolish just sitting there not being able to do anything for her. He had never actually made something before, but how hard could it be? He had studied under the head of the Potions coven, how different was baking from that?
As he looked through Eda’s cupboards, Willow’s words echoed in his ears. Well, not all of them. There was one in particular, occupied by the way the ends of her mouth turned up as she said it that made his stomach flip.
Handsome.
No one had ever called him that before, not even ironically. Did she really think that? Why did he care so much if she did? Why, suddenly, did he want so much for her to?
Was it really suddenly though?
Ugh! Why hadn’t he said something cooler? He wasn’t sure she’d even remember saying it, but if she did he didn’t want his surprised reaction to prevent her from possibly repeating herself! He had never had issue thinking of clever retorts (though, to be fair he did do a fair deal of practicing in his bedroom mirror each night) and they often fell into a comfortable conversation. But sometimes she would say something a certain way or look at him too long and it would throw him off. Not in a bad way, no nothing at all like that, just… unexpected. She laughed at the jokes people would roll their eyes at or ask him to continue where normally he was cut off and all the little things just kept adding and piling up until Hunter didn’t know how he was supposed to carry them. She was so many little things, like the way she tilted her head when she asked him a silly question or how her glasses would slide off her edge of her nose when she got excited or the way she would stand close to him and sometimes their hands would brush like she didn’t care if they-
Focus! He thought, taking ingredients from the cabinets. There wasn’t much and what there was seemed to have no organizational system but he could resolve that after he figured out what to whip up. Something simple, something to show Willow he wanted to help. He didn’t know her well enough to enter her mind with Luz and Amity, but secretly he hoped he was getting there.
Eventually, he managed to make something that resembled cookies, the smell filled the kitchen and it surprisingly wasn't an awful smell?. He remembered Willow mentioned once she was eager to get home as her father had made some and they were waiting for her. Truthfully, Hunter had never tasted a cookie but he had seen them when he walked by the bakery in town and knew the basics of their structure. Surely if he had taken a wrong turn the smell would reflect that, right? He imagined the look on Willow’s face when she saw his creation, and maybe even liked it. The flipped feeling returned to his stomach and spread through his whole chest like a wild fire when the potential look of delight on her face graced his mind.
In his efforts, he had made quite the mess. But he couldn’t help but feel pride as he quickly plated his creation, eager to return to Willow’s side. He didn’t think too much into this, he was always excited to see Willow. He tried not to think too much into that, chalking it up to the fact that she was interesting and a good listener and funny and smart and pretty and-
The point was she didn’t find him totally annoying, so why shouldn’t he enjoy her company?
And if she happened to think he was a little handsome then, well, that wasn’t the worst thing.
As he set the cookies to cool, he heard a sudden commotion from the next room. He quickly ran to see the cause, hoping it was a good sign. There was a bright flash and then he heard Luz and Amity. He stood back a moment, trying to deduce their tone before he heard Willow speak. Her voice was horse and soft, but he could tell she was back to normal. Good, he thought, feeling as though he could finally breathe again. She’s okay, she’s okay.
He went to greet her but before he could leave the kitchen, he was stopped by Luz. Before he could offer a snarky question as to what exactly she thought she was doing, she looked at him with wide, concerned eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, furrowing his brow. He tried to look past her to see what was going on. “Is she okay? Did something happen to-?”
“Willow’s fine.” she assured him, putting her arm up to stop him. “There were just some… complications.”
“What complications? Was she hurt? Does she need-?”
“No no, nothing like that but um there were some memories… we couldn’t save,” said Luz carefully.
“Like what? Did she forget something for a test she has? Because I can always-.”
“No, no uh there were more… recent memories,” Luz tried to figure out the nicest way to say this. ”Hunter, I’m sorry but we were still figuring out how things worked and it all happened so fast but… Willow doesn’t remember you.”
“What?” He felt something shatter.
“I’m so sorry, but hey, it’s an easy fix! Right? We can just introduce you now!”
“Yeah, uh I guess…” he said, looking at his current state. He had thrown on an old apron and was covered in flour, his hair a mess. This night was already so chaotic, it hardly seemed like a time Willow would want to meet someone new. He didn’t know how Luz would even go about it.
When he and Willow had first met, Luz had already given her opinions to her friends when it came to the Golden Guard. She described him as pretentious and rude and socially awkward. But when she had stumbled upon Hunter hanging upside down by his ankles after taking a wrong turn and falling into a den of wild climbing hysteria vines, she had no idea who he was. He had been so grumpy and flustered and embarrassed but had he known exactly who had come to his rescue his gratitude would not have been so halfhearted.
She didn’t seem to be bothered by it, and she didn’t brag or showboat as she easily helped him down. She laughed, not to mock him but to try and lessen his embarrassment as though she could relate. It could happen to anyone, she had said as she helped remove the remaining vines from him. When I first started on the plant track I had my fair share of run-ins with these troublemakers, she said as she carefully untangled them. Hunter could tell she could do it easily with magic but she did it by hand so as to ensure he was not hurt. He was speechless as he watched her work, she was focused; she didn’t ridicule him or ask for anything in return or gripe about how he was making her late, she just helped him because doing so was just in her nature. When she finished, he managed to mumble something resembling a thank you before she kept running to her destination, unaware they were heading to the same place.
She didn’t ask for anything in return, not snails or a favor or did anything to use the moment as blackmail. She didn’t mention it in front of the others when they met again at the Owl House. From that moment on, she occupied a part of Hunter’s mind he didn’t know was available. Now he had a chance for her to see him exactly as he wanted to be seen from the beginning and it felt like a chance he needed to seize.
He had a second chance at a first impression.
His mind made up, he looked around for a way out before the human could return with Willow. Quickly, he climbed out the window and landed in a bush. He ducked beneath the window and pressed his back against the wall as he heard Willow and Luz enter the kitchen.
“Huh, where did he go?” he heard Luz wonder.
“Who was this again?” Willow asked, her voice still raspy as though she was utterly exhausted.
“Uh, it’s kinda hard to explain,” Luz admitted. “But, he’ll be around again. I know he really wants to meet you!”
“Okay,” said Willow, uncertain. “If you say so.”
He couldn't help but think about the chill that went up his spine when she looked into his eyes. He didn’t understand exactly what it was but he knew it wasn’t nothing. He wanted Willow to know a better version of him. He cared what she thought. When she met him this time, he wanted it to be a meeting worth remembering.
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But the more time that passed, the more Hunter built it up in his mind.
He wanted to be charming and funny and brave and smart and cool and so many things he wasn't totally sure he had ever actually been, forget all at once. But there was so much to condired! The setting, the time of day, how her day had been, He didn;t want to be associated with a bad day and he wasn’t totally sure what preconceived notions she had about him. Luz and Gus had promised not to say anything about him to her, feeling guilty that she had lost a part of herself, but the Golden Guard was a public figure and he couldn’t control things she might overhear.
And then his uncle made him head of the Emperor's Coven, and he had less time to conduct his perfect meeting.
Then one day, Darius told him to collect new recruits for the Coven and Hunter knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
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Willow just couldn’t shake the feeling that she had seen Hunter before. Had he been posing as a student awhile before she had used her vine to rip him from the sky? Despite his upbringing, Willow had a feeling this form of undercover did not come so naturally to him. She was certain that had he been at Hexisde before today she would’ve noticed with certainty. Had she seen him at the market maybe? Perhaps there was a day where he wanted to avoid attention and did not wear his mask as he bought trinkets and groceries. Even then, he was hardly the type to indulge in leisure; she had a feeling it was unlikely he’d linger in a crowd long enough for her to catch a glimpse of his maroon eyes or the way his gap tooth showed when he smiled.
Stranger still, the things that seemed most familiar about him were the more detail oriented. He seldom smiled, as though he was saving it, but when he did it made Willow’s heart and head spin like they were working together to create a whirlpool of deja vu.
There weren’t many places their paths could have crossed, maybe it was as far back as before she and Amity had their falling out. The Blights did alot of business with the emperor, maybe he had accompanied Darius once when he was picking up an order while she was over visiting.
Maybe she had walked by him at Covention? But wouldn’t he be too busy and wearing his mask the whole time? Oh, it was going to kill her! She had to know! As her mind began to race, her scroll let out a tiny ding.
Willow’s heart froze for a moment as she opened the app and a huge smile engulfed her face.
Rulerzreachf4n wants to send you a message
She quickly accepted.
RULERZREACHF4N: hI
RULERZREACHF4N: iT s hunt er.
RULERZREACHF4N: Im s orry about the ki DNApping stuf f
“Woah,” giggled Willow as another text bubble appeared. “He is a slow typer.”
“Is that Hunter?” Gus asked. “Oh thank Titan, is he finally messaging you?”
“Yeah, he-,” her smiled dropped and she brought her scroll closer to her face. “Huh, that’s weird.”
“What?” asked Gus.
“I went to respond to him and it looks like we already had other messages,” said Willow, scrolling. “But how? Unless he was already following me but i- wait.” She went silent again as she explored the interactions of their profiles. “Hunter was already following me on penstagram and he liked like all of my pictures too.”
“Oh haha that’s so weird,” said Gus nervously. “Lemme see your scroll, I bet it’s like a virus or something I can fix, just let me-.”
He went to reach for her scroll but Willow pulled it aware, giving him a suspicious look.
Gus sighed. “Okay, listen; it’s… complicated. But we all promised Hunter we wouldn’t say anything. I didn’t wanna delete your conversations so I blocked him on your account until he was ready, but I didn’t know he was gonna wait this long!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I think… this might be something he has to tell you in person.”
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Could he just message her?
Hey, this is totally random but I actually already kind of knew you but you don’t remember me. So I know alot about you, but not in a creepy way because I like you… also not in a creepy way. I might seem creepy but I-
“Oh boy that’s a run-on sentence for sure,” he said, looking at the gibberish he typed. But every time he went to try and fix it it made things worse. He put his scroll away as he continued to walk around the castle garden, hoping inspiration would strike.
Wasn’t the plan always to start over? Didn’t he want her view of him to be brand new? The fresh start was tempting, but now that he had Willow back in his life, he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to dive back in, he wanted to know everything that had happened since the last time he saw her. He had an outside view from her penstagram, Gus had found a way to still allow him access to her through that but we wanted to know more beyond her cute captions. He wanted to show her all the cute photos of Flapjack he had taken (the palisman wanted more than anything to meet the girl his boy ranted about so often), to share with her all the new plants he had seen on mission in demand dangerous parts of the Isles, more than anything he wanted to hear her laugh again.
Okay, maybe he could compromise. Maybe he could still be this cool and confident person to her, and slowly bring up other moments they had shared. But to only keep the good parts and omit the awkward and embarrassing moments was lying, wasn’t it? Willow had never lied to him, even in her attempts to spare his feelings she always found a better way to phrase things, but she would never lie to him.
But if he wanted her to know about the way his heart stopped when she held his hand during their moonlight conjuring, he’d have to admit that he had not been invited and how Luz did not hesitate to remind him every time he spoke. If he wanted her to know about the fun they had at Covention darting to all the different booths as he pulled rank to get her the best swag, he’d have to share that he was only able to do so because Lilith thought he was an annoying twerp and said she gave him a headache. If he wanted Willow to know him, she had to know all the parts of him that he didn’t like.
But she hadn’t seemed to mind them so much the first time around.
He would have been Caleb forever if he had his way. To have Willow look at him with pride when they had won the match, to be someone she associated with strength and victory and talent. But Gus would know of his deception and conceal his connection to the coven would only create more trouble. But- oh his head was spinning with all the things he could do next he felt like he was upside down.
And then he was literally upside down.
He could tell by the skillful way the vines wrapped around him that she had captured him by launching the vine over the branch of the nearby tree and pulling back like a well crafted trap so he’d be helpless to her ambush. His eyes shook open to meet hers, a sparkling peridot green littered with embers of suspicion and determination.
“H-hey captain,” he sputtered both happy and terrified to see her. “W-what’s going on?”
“You tell me,” she said, holding up her scroll and using her finger to scroll through a stream of messages spanning over several months.
Oh yeah, he thought, she can see those now.
“Heh, uh I-I can explain…”
“I’m waiting.”
He could explain, he just didn’t know how. Where was he supposed to start?
“So, uh, here’s the thing I was… well, we were… I mean, okay so-.”
Willow slowly released him to the ground, trying to decipher why exactly he’d be so nervous. She wasn’t totally sure what she had been expecting. As he dusted himself off, she tried to pinpoint what exactly she had been hoping he’d say. Maybe it was more complicated than she thought. The fact that she had come all this way so late instead of messaging or calling him told her that deep down she already knew it was complicated.
Hunter took a deep breath and started over, from the beginning.
“We’ve met before.”
“Hmmm,” said Willow, careful not to jump to conclusions. Hunter could tell she was rightfully skeptical.
“Wait, wait! Proof! I have proof!” He frantically exclaimed, reaching into the pocket of his jacket to grab something. “Here!”
He held between his fingers what appeared to be a small piece of paper. Willow reached out and carefully took it, sensing he kept it on his person and close by for a reason. She turned it around and saw it was a photograph of them. She could tell by the texture that it was a memory, her memory. But she could not recall it.
She was laughing, her smile bright and wide. In one arm, she held a stunning Juliet orchid, a bright healthy golden yellow and the other one pulled Hunter close to her as his face held an expression of pride. She remembered when she had finally gotten the orchid to bloom, getting her into the advanced perennial placements which was composed of only the most gifted students about to graduate. She had been so proud of herself for finally conjuring it, but her memory had her alone when the orchid appeared.
“How did you get this?”
“Luz said you had been doing a school assignment about memory and ones involving me had somehow been destroyed,” he said. “But then she mentioned that there might be memories of me intact back in your classroom. So I went to the school and this was one she had pulled that had me in it. It wasn’t anything major and Eda said trying to restore them would do more harm than good, that it wouldn’t make me relevant or anything, just familiar looking, like any other stranger.”
He said the words delicately like being a stranger to her was a fate worse than death. Despite the seriousness of the matter, Willow had a feeling he had. A flair for the dramatics.
“But it meant that if we ever did meet again that you wouldn’t be able to totally register me,” he said. “So I kept it because strangers don’t produce vivid memories like this.”
“This is only one photo,” she said. “It’s possible that it did-.”
“No, because I have a matching memory!” He said, reaching down to pull another photo from his pocket. “See?”
The photos were nearly identical. They were of the same moment, that was certain, but there was variation in their faces. In Willow’s memory, Hunter’s face matched her own but in Hunter's there was a rosy tint to the scene and his smile seemed more flustered.
“Weird,” she breathed. “Why does yours look different?”
“Because I think that’s the moment when I started…”
Her eyes darted from the photo to him now, trying to read his expression to know why he couldn’t finish that sentence.
“Yeah?”
“It was… an important moment.”
“Oh,” she said, looking at the photo again. “Yeah, it was for me. But how did helping me with an assignment make it important for you?”
“Because I helped you,” he said simply. “I mean, I’m supposed to help people all the time I-I try to, but you were so excited that I felt… important. I was happy because you were happy and… I dunno, it just felt nice.”
Willow brought the picture closer to her face. She couldn’t help but feel slightly memorized by her own face, seeing herself smile so wide, so obviously happy in a moment that was partially lost to her. There was no question about how she felt here, and it felt odd to feel envious of herself. Something in her heart told her that she really liked knowing this boy, and even more so she liked being known by him.
Had it been any other girl in the photo, she’d say with complete confidence that they were a couple.
“Were we… friends?” She asked carefully, hoping he’d understand the deeper meaning within the question.
He didn’t. “Oh yeah,” he said. “Well… yeah, I like to think so. Sorry, I’m still getting used to a lot of normal teenager things but I think… yeah; we were friends. You were a really great friends, er are a really great friend.”
“Were we… just friends?” She tried again, biting her lip trying not to get her hopes up. But something told her it needed to be asked. Maybe it was how incredibly charming she found his smile, was her mind trying to bring back a memory or had she always just thought he was cute?
“Yeah,” he said quickly, his face turning a faint red. “Well, uh, I-I-I uh think so. I mean, there were times where we- where I- thought that maybe we could-.”
He looked back up at her and caught her eyes, wide and hanging on his every word. She trusted him, he held parts of her past that were unreachable to her. He didn’t want to risk twisting her understanding or putting his own thoughts in her mind just because he hoped they had once been similar. But as much as he admired her, those eyes reminded him how he chickened out every time he got close to bringing up his feelings. They just left him too paralyzed and entranced, even when she considered him a stranger.
“Yeah?” She prompted him to finish. He gulped and pressed on.
“Well, I guess… I know how I felt but I can’t speak for how you felt,” he said carefully.
“Do you… still feel that way?”
“I mean I uh…. Well, it doesn’t really matter,” he said with a forced chuckle that suggested the opposite. “I can’t just expect things to go back to the way they were.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I have more responsibilities now- we both do, I suppose,” he said. “Before, I’d have the occasional mission but now I’m the head of the Emperor's coven. And I’m not supposed to have those feelings anyway.”
She felt her breath stop, as though trying to make the world quieter so she could hear his words longer. She could tell Hunter had a hard time with words if they were informal, so it was possible he was referring merely to friendship. But something about the way he couldn’t decide if he should or shouldn’t look at her, the way she could tell he definitely wanted to, allowed her to assume it was more. Either way, he had feelings for her and she wanted so desperately to hear more about them.
“Well, I won’t hold that against you,” she assured him. “I know we can’t undo me forgetting you, and I know I’m never going to remember things involving you from my perspective, but it makes sense. There are times where I feel like there’s a hole, like a skip. Things that Luz or Gus will say that just don’t quite line up or make total sense and I’m guessing those are things that involve you, conversations we had.”
“Yeah,” said Hunter. “I really liked talking to you.”
“I liked talking to you too,” she said. “Well, I’m assuming so after browsing through our old messages on penstagram. A lot of late nights.”
He blushed. “Yeah, I uh keep strange hours,” he said. “But you always said it was okay.”
“Is your keyboard broken or something?” She chuckled. “Cuz a lot of them I had to read two or three times.”
“Oh, uh no I’m still getting used to typing,” he laughed. “I’m probably not better now, you were really the only person I ever messaged.”
“Well, I’d love to go over them with you,” she said. “And maybe you can fill me in on some other things we used to talk about.”
“Like what?”
She shrugged. “Luz said you used to come to Owl House all the time,” said Willow. “But did we ever hang out, like just us? Did we have inside jokes or did I tell you all my secrets? I’ve got some catching up to do.”
“I can write them down for you too,” he said with a smile. “My handwriting is much better than my typing, I promise.”
“I’d like that,” she smiled, she always did love getting letters. “But why didn’t you try sooner?”
“I wanted to make a better first impression, I wanted to be better,” he said. “When I first met you, I was unkind and rude and just not very pleasant. But spending time with you… made me happier and I think it made me more fun to be around. I wanted you to see the best version of me because I just really… value your opinion.”
“So why didn’t you just introduce yourself?”
“There was never a good time,” he sighed as he started to pace. “Whenever I did see you before, it was because I snuck away or you found me. I didn’t want to rush it because what if I said something that would be okay if you knew me but not if it was the first thing I ever said to you and it made you never want to see me again? It had to be perfect. I wanted you to think I was cool and worth knowing.”
“Well, I think it’s sweet how important to you it was but I’m pretty sure you had nothing to worry about.”
He smiled and shook his head. He knew it was true, deep down. He knew Willow was wise and kind and patient. He knew she’d give him a second chance if he embarrassed himself, he knew she could see more in people than they could see in themselves.
“Anyway, I just couldn’t wait any longer because I-.”
“Realized how silly you were being?”
“Because I missed you too much,” he finished softly. He said it like it was the only constant truth he had ever known, so simple and yet the weight it carried could easily crush him. He missed seeing her smile up close, he missed his name on her lips, he missed the way the air seemed lighter around her. Starting over didn't seem so bad as long as he got the chance to spend time with her again. The feeling was almost overwhelming, being so close to the way things were before.
Willow wondered if the feeling in her heart was familiar or brand new as she felt his gaze surround her. Everything about him seemed sharp and jagged but the moment she found his eyes, he was the softest boy in the world. They had known pain, anger and loneliness but the moment they registered her she saw it all melt away and he gladly succumbed to the comfort of her company. She had a feeling the adrenaline that coursed through her veins and made her face flush wasn’t solely from the match.
“I think… I missed you too,” she said. She knew it didn’t make sense but at the same time nothing had ever made more sense. She knew was saying she missed someone she had never met as far as she knew, but she had felt this way before. She had felt this way with Gus and with Luz, like they were always meant to be with her. Like when she’d think of a happy memory from before they had met, her mind wanted to insert them in it. But this was different. Because Hunter actually could fall into these memories.
He smiled, welcoming the contradiction, grateful for it even. He looked like he might cry, as though no one had ever said they had missed him before.
A comfortable silence twirled between them and just like with every comfort Hunter provided Willow wondered how many times she had felt this way and if she had intended to do anything about it.
“So… have you tried to come back any other times?” she asked, fiddling with her braid.
“Well, uh… the first time,” started Hunter clearing his throat, slightly self-conscious. “Was uh, a little while after the incident. I wanted to see if you recovered, give you time to see if anything could be done because I uh… well, right before that happened I was bringing you some reading material I had found about Gromethius, since he lives beneath your school.”
Translation: Suddenly I could tie everything I read back to you somehow as an excuse to come share it with you.
“And you told me that they treat his awakening as a big party and I was commenting on how ridiculous the event sounded and you asked me if I wanted to see it for myself. I said I couldn’t just go because I didn’t attend Hexisde and it wasn't a threat that constituted coven involvement. And you asked if I wanted to go so you could show me that it could be fun.”
“And you said yes?” Willow blushed. She had never had the courage to ask someone to Grom and he made her seem like it wasn’t something she’d freak out about. Was she actually this cool or did it just seem that way to him?
“Of course I did,” he said instinctively, suddenly unable to look at her. “Then Gus mentioned how going to Grom with someone has certain… implications. And it was all I could think about the whole week. Whether you had asked me as a friend or a-as a date.”
“So… which was it?”
“Well, we didn’t actually get to go to Grom.” He chuckled softly. “When it came around, you had already forgotten me so I couldn’t really ask you about something you couldn’t remember. But I thought it might be a good time to meet again.”
It really would’ve been, she thought.
“But then there was added pressure because I still don't know if it was a date and you don’t remember asking me and you could’ve asked someone else or been asked by someone else so what if I showed up and you were-.”
“So you didn’t come?”
“No, I did… er, for a minute,” he said. “At the end.”
Her eyes lit up, making a connection. She let out a small gasp. “You were the boy with the bouquet.”
“I… yeah,” he said quietly.
She remembered it so clearly.
When the excitement of Grom was winding down, Willow had stepped outside for some air. It was the most interesting Grom in years, that was sure. She was there with her friend, she loved how she looked, she was having fun but it still felt like something was… missing. It itched at the back of her mind all night. Had she forgotten to turn in an assignment? Had she left the oven on? Was there something she had meant to bring with her?
Nevertheless, she took in the nighttime view in solitude, the distant sound of music pouring into the dark sky from the school. Usually at this point she would be overcome with nerves at the possibility of being Grom queen, but this year she didn’t have that anxiety. Of course, no one wants to face Grom and she certainly wasn’t disagreeing with that logic but something inside felt that now she would be capable of it. Funny how so much has changed in so little time. Who knows what next year would look like? Maybe she’d even have someone to-
“Wow,” her thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice she was sure she wouldn’t be able to hear if the door wasn’t closed. She turned and saw a boy in a finely tailored golden suit, like a prince who had escaped from a fairytale book.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed. And despite knowing that no one else was outside except her, it took her a moment to realize he was talking to her.
“Oh, uh thank you?” She said, not certain why she had phrased it like a question. She tucked her hair behind her ear, eating to see if he’d correct himself or take it back. But he didn’t. He just stood there, staring at her like she had been staring at the moon as he held his bouquet tightly. Despite a matching gold masquerade mask covering most of his face, the strong burgundy of his eyes found her in the moonlight. He looked like he was waiting for someone.
“Oh, sorry,” she said. “I’m probably interrupting something, huh? Sorry if you were waiting for someone I should-.”
“No!” He said, louder than he meant to before becoming bashful. “I-I mean uh well, I am kind of. Waiting for someone that is.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, understanding what waiting for someone on Grom night with a bouquet of flowers signified. She smiled. “Do you want me to go see if they’re inside?”
“No, no I uh know she’s not in there,” he said.
“Oh,” she said, and her heart sank for this lonely golden boy. “Oh, I’m sorry. Does she know you’re waiting?”
“No, I don’t think so,” he said. “But it’s okay, really. I just uh… it’s complicated.”
“Gotcha,” she said. For some reason, she related. She had never had something beyond a crush that the other party never even knew about, for some reason her heart understood the sentiment of not knowing where you stood with someone. Like she had been in his shoes in another life. “It’s uh, a really nice bouquet. You have good taste.”
“Yeah? Uh, thanks,” he said looking down at the flowers, as though waiting for them to weigh in.
“You’re welcome.’
“Would it be okay if I… gave them to you?” he asked, tentatively handing her the flowers. It was a lovely collection, she could tell it was carefully chosen and obviously made by someone who knew about floriography or made for someone who knew a lot about floriography.
“Are you sure?” She asked, captivated by the colors. “It’s so lovely, I wouldn’t want to-.”
“No, please,” he said. “It would mean a lot to me, really.”
“Well, okay,” she obliged, her nose instantly filing with the sweet, fresh aroma. Whoever this girl was, she had clearly done quite a number on him. “Thank you, I’ll take good care of them.”
“I know you will,” he said as though he knew her. She took in the collection and when she looked up to ask if he wanted to go inside and dance with her and her friends, he was gone. Had she not held the bouquet she had crafted, she would have sworn she had imagined him.
And now he stood before her once again.
“I still have it,” she said.
“What?”
“The bouquet,” she said. “You picked lovely, healthy flowers. They’re still in a vase on my desk in my room.
“Oh,” said Hunter, trying to hide his blush. “That’s… cool. I-I’m glad.”
“You should’ve stayed,” she continued. “We still could’ve danced.”
“Yeah, well…” he sighed, he wished he had stayed too.
“So… if it had been a date… you still would’ve came?” Willow asked as nonchalantly as she could.
“Huh?” Hunter said
“I uh… well, I mean it would be rude to turn down an invitation,” he stammered. “Especially to such a formal event I mean I-.”
“Did you want it to be a date?” She asked more directly.
“I… don’t know,” he admitted. “I don’t know if I’d know the difference? I just know I wanted to spend time with you and you looked really pretty and it made me feel stupid. I don’t know what that’s about.”
“I think I might,” she said, tucking her hair behind her air. The action felt familiar, instinctual. Like something about his voice triggered the response as though it had done it before. “Did you know there’s different kinds of memories?”
“Well yes, there’s important and less important, pleasant ones and unpleasant ones...”
“No,” she giggled. “I mean there’s different ways to remember things. Like smells can be linked to memories, not just visual things. Feelings and sounds.”
“Oh, yeah sure.”
“And when you talk to me, the sound of your voice just feels… familiar,” she said. “And I know I’ve never heard someone with a voice like yours before because it’s very-.”
“Annoying, I know,” he sighed as though embarrassed. “I hear the scouts talk about it all the time I’m trying to-.”
“No, not at all,” she cut him off. “No, I think it’s nice. It’s very unique is what I wanted to say. Like at Grom it was like my mind was racing trying to place it trying to connect it. The way it does when you hear part of a song you know you like but you don’t know the name. The way I feel when I smell a flower I’ve only ever smelled before in a bigger garden. ”
“Oh,” was all he could say. He had never had someone genuinely like his voice, let alone compare any aspect of him to a flower or a song .
“So even though I can’t remember things we did or things we said, I think I somehow can remember the way you made me feel,” she said. “I don’t think we got that far in the lesson so I’m not sure how it’s possible but I just… feel like I know you.’
“Is it… a good feeling?” He hesitated to ask.
She smiled and reached out to take his hand. “It’s a very good feeling,” she said.
He looked down at their hands and as much as everything about it made his heart race in elation, a twinge of guilt made its way through as memories he tried to forget bubbled up to the surface.
He sighed. This was the part he was dreading, this is what made coming back to her so hard. “It’s just…things have changed.”
“Yeah, but they’d change anyway,” she shrugged.
“But what if…” he hated himself for what he was about to say. “What if you’re better off without me?”
“What?”
“I mean, I dunno,” he removed his hand from hers and wrung his together, trying to delay the panic the realization brought with it. “W-what if I would’ve held you back? Or distracted you? I mean you’re so amazing and talented and people are always saying I’m in the way, what if I got in the way of you realizing your potential?”
“Hunter,” she couldn’t help but chuckle, considering the fact that she had just shown her a core memory that had started her rise to the top of her track that directly involved him. But he continued to rant.
“I-I mean whose to say I wouldn’t have ruined things eventually? I mean, you were always helping me and listening to me but why would I just assume that I was as important to you as you are to me-.”
“Hunter…”
“I mean, what if the enemies of the coven try to put your life in danger because of how they feel about me? Not to mention the Blight girl told me to stay away from you-.”
“Wait, what?”
Hunter’s words caught up with him and he was just too on a roll to not explain himself further.
“We had a… run in at Exclipe Lake,” he said. “She said I was a lot like her, and that you and her weren’t on the best terms. I mean, I figured that from the fact that she set your mind on fire. But she said that I would make your life complicated, that I might hurt you even if I didn’t mean to. And I … I don’t want to do that..”
“She thought you would hurt me?”
“I would never try to!” He said in a panic. “But I know what she means, the younger Blight and I have certain expectations to fill. My responsibilities nearly put you in danger, this wasn’t the first time. I should have realized I couldn’t change that.”
Willow’s hands balled into fists at her sides, thorny vines rose from the ground as though preparing to strike. “Did she say…” Willow took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice. “Did she say you shouldn’t be in my life?”
“Not in so many words,” Hunter admitted. He knew the youngest Blight had history with Willow, he knew she knew her better than maybe he ever could. He had to entertain the possibility that she was right about him. “But the evidence… is pretty compelling.”
“I see,” Willow said softly.
After all this time, after everything that’s happened… she still thinks I’m weak. She thinks I’m foolish, that I can’t handle getting hurt. I can’t make my own choices. She thinks she knows better. She doesn’t see that she’s being a total hypocrite. After everything I’ve done to support her and Luz despite how uncomfortable it made me, despite how it stung, despite how I’m still not sure if Amity would work as hard as Hunter had to come back into my life had Luz not landed on the Isles. But once again, what does it matter what I want? Had Amity been behind everyone keeping Hunter from her? Why had they not tried harder to help him?
Because once again, Amity is deciding who can and can’t be in my life.
“So… I want you to decide,” he said. “And I’ll accept whatever decision you make, good and or indifferent. I’ll tell you whatever you want or know and if you decide your life is better without me… I won’t intervene. I just… I had to try. I at least wanted to see you one last time.”
Willow’s eyes darted back up to him, this boy so certain and uncertain at the same time. He was willing to fight for her, he trusted her, he knew her.
He wanted her.
Maybe it was stupid and soon and impulsive and reckless but when his waiting eyes called out to her, they drew her in with such a force that even the Titan themself could not hold her back. The next thing she knew, Hunter’s face was squished between her hands, his ears wiggling and his face crimson as Willow committed the expression to memory and took one final breath before pressing her lips to his. He quickly melted into the contact, somehow knowing to place his hand on her cheek as he pulled her closer to make sure this was real, that she was finally real again. As she felt his lips form a timid smile, Willow knew the sensation was new but the excitement was undoubtedly familiar.
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how are we feeling about this project amber update
assuming this is in relation to childe bc who the fuck else JWDJWJKDJKW anon im so sorry if not. also so so sorry for how out of hand this got. i am simply unwell about him.
But! Well. there certainly are thoughts
(obviously 4.6 datamine of arle SQ and her voicelines; This Will Not Spoil Anything Abt The Main SQ Plot, i only discuss the relevant parts. also some p Heavy negativity towards fanon ooc at the start youve been warned dont @ me)
(i mean i didnt even read anything of the SQ but The scene w childe so idek the main plot of the quest rly either lmao. tho go at ur own risk if u wanna check the dialogue out; its the 2nd quest log but it does hint at the greater story)
TLDR: how i feel abt his appearance in a vaccuum? quite solid despite the briefness, actually. accounting for the way fanon is 100% likely going to be reading into this and turning it into the Lets Infantilize Ajax Even More 2024 championship? conflicted.
in other words; a certified labyrinth warriors moment - theyve expanded on childes character in a very interesting and quite a compelling way and while i Do like the potential in what im seeing from hoyos end theyve also done it so that its going to be misinterpreted to hell and back by fanon so i kinda have an immediate jaded love-hate moment going on JJWJDKJDKJWJDWKJ
its literally just labyrinth warriors flashbacks - that event has some of my ALL TIME favorite insights into who ajax is and how he views the world and himself but when the event came out all everyone cared abt was to warp it into baby boy stuck in scawwy paper boy dungeon dehumanizes himself by calling himself a weapon and doesnt love himself he is such a sad trauma meowkitten 🥺🥺so yeah
bc like lets look at this properly for a bit; okay he went back to fontaine to look for skirk still somewhat injured and waa waa my 286 month infant baby cannot Make decisions like that!!!!!11! which is to say. i am tired of him getting this shit every time.
is it smart of him to get on the move immediately with just the bare minimum of rest? no. do i like that hes straining himself before proper recovery? not particularly no. do i feel the particular need to psychoanalyze this grown man and feared warrior whos 100% survived Way Worse in Way More Extreme Situations for it? hell fucking no.
while not at all the course of action a medical professional would approve of. from childes POV its perfectly logical hes priorizing going back for skirk when its literally the FIRST TIME shes showed up in like. a Decade. when hes been looking for her all this time are you kidding me 😭😭😭 but fanon must keep fanoning for their widdle baby girl so what does a hater like me know
anyway. seething and venting over im gonna try to avoid bringing up how much i hate this kinda infantilization of ajax now im sorry for bringing it up so much on ur innocent ask anon KJWDJKWKJDJDKWJKD. neutral discussion moment. i Promise
so it seems that theyre going for the pulcinella-is-shady-about-ajax (and prolly his family) angle for good and like. personally for me as long as the only real source of that claim was scara (a cynical edgelord who doesnt believe in non-exploitative human relationships, mind you) i was rather skeptical towards just instantly drawing that conclusion, but well. with the scene in arles AQ it appears to be sth theyre building towards
i actually really fucking loved that scene bc while theres outsider perspectives (scara obvi; and even arles line for him has that vibe. and ppl still take that shit face value 💀💀) and a lot of fandom assuming childes like. completely clueless and naive and ignorant towards the potential risks involved with trusting pulcinella. this is actually a very clever demonstration of quite the opposite? and showcasing how despite his aversion towards schemes and lies hes still intelligent and knows the kind of people hes dealing with when it comes to his fellow harbingers
like. childe has a negative opinion of arle based on what pulcinella has told him about her because at face value many of her deeds are in heavy conflict with his values of loyalty and family. and because he does not have the further context behind her actions and what the HotH under her is really like. Obviously hed hold a very hostile and wary view towards arlecchino
(ESPECIALLY when with all this biased intel hes still going to run into kids from the house!!! and then hes going wtf? these are good kids. what the hell is that knave doing with them??? blink twice if you need help i will start a civil war for yall like thats how he is with kids!!!!)
so YES. pulcinella has given him if not false then at least misleading intel based on the political tension between himself and arlecchino and the wider HotH. and childes taken that at face value! sure! he is close with pulcinella of course he would!
BUT. THEN. he returns to fontaine and seeks arlecchinos help looking for skirk. and observes her behavior and modus operandi for himself as well as the kids. does he go "nah she must be just hiding the crazy evil shit i would never distrust pulcinella" and leave it at that when reality doesnt completely match his expectations?
NO. because when offered the opportunity through the traveler asking about the HotH childe immediately capitalizes on the opportunity to prod for answers and see if pulcinella is lying to him!!!!
and hes so fucking smart with the way he does it too???? i LOVE his intelligence. the entire thing is so simple yet elegant; it Completely relies on his reputation as the kinda gullible harbinger whod Never scheme or hide Anything to indirectly affirm or deny his suspicions. he doesnt Need to Pretend to care about the possibility of arle betraying the kids bc he genuinely does!! and when she pushes back against the accusation he doesnt Need to fake admitting to her that well, actually, its all just rumors so he could be completely wrong. and so on. like he navigates the entire thing so effortlessly. and whats the end result?
childe has Confirmation of pulcinellas possible ulterior motives in action AND that arlecchino is a much more reliable ally than he initially assumed. all the while appearing as just The Straightforward 11th. like obviously id need to hear it voiced first to be sure but in text it v much gives the impression hes almost kinda just. playing up the threats towards arle and being "dumb" on Purpose?? to get the answers he wanted out of arle without appearing like hes fishing for anything particular. and i just hhhhhhhhhhh
i love when he does this so muchhhh!!!!!! 😭😭 he doesnt need to become some machiavellian schemer to be able to strategize !!!!!! he avoids scheming bc he Dislikes it not bc hes incapable of it like this has Always been the case Since Liyue AQ and i love whenever they show that side of himm . my Beloved
so anyway. while i do still think the like "pulcinella is bad and has his family hostage" is still kind of a generic plotline and i hope the writing regarding the whole thing wont ultimately turn out to be sth That simplified and black and white. its p clear theyre doing Something with pulcinellas motivations and as they are. im Really glad theyre letting it show that childes not just some completely passive party being manipulated in this all. he Is thinking abt this stuff and his position among the harbingers. ig we shall see where it goes - not the greatest fan of the concept still, but canon text supports it becoming a thing way more than when it was just scaras word we had for it. hope theyll surprise me positively w how they go about it!
then briefly for the rest uhh
also loved arle and childe just shittalking the rest of the harbingers it was amazing. i wasnt expecting this kinda dynamic between them at all but its great lmao. also i wanna see childe hang out w the HotH kids
as for project stuzha; so we dont really get anything solid on it other than being summoned back to snezhnaya for it is apparently a Big Deal. but still very interested. let my man have his endgame significance Trust
childes appearance was obviously v brief ultimately but that was clear from his leaked linecount to begin with - i am pretty satisfied with what they seem to have done w him. like its not The Best but also i wasnt expecting his lore to get some massive expansion in another harbingers SQ . the worst i feared was that it was just going to be a flashback of arle returning his vision which did Not happen so massive W. i am super hyped to hear this scene voice acted proper and happy to see him again, i really hope he gets to appear at least once more in an interlude or dains quest or something before going on hiatus again but idk if thats too much to ask LKKWJDJWDJWD
also: i am never changing my namecard after this patch drops. oh my godddddddd its So Fucking Beautiful 😭😭😭😭
But. Yeah. lots of good stuff. unfortunately lots of it will get misinterpreted and fanon will get obnoxious about it. but i still love getting to see him again and i am speedrunning that namecard day fucking one mutuals and/or followers in EU please add me (UID 711090267) ill need coop buddies for the world bosses
thank youuuuuuu for the ask i hope this monstrosity of a monologue doesnt scare u off 💀💀💀
#im actually so sorry for dumping this on you anon i Really hope this was what you were referring to bc . if not then JJWDJKADJKDW#ill feel horrible 😭😭😭😭 but also. this is the brand i have no clue What Else would it be#i Guess it could be about arlecchino as a whole ? im sorry anon i didnt actually read the entire SQ log so idk yet how it all goes#but sure ask me abt my arle thoughts if ud like after this jumpscare once the patch has gone live jjkjkdjkwjkjkdw#also 286 months is 23 years 10 months. no i dont have an age hc for him set in stone or anything but eh . its in the ballpark#asks#aaaand unsurprisingly this goes into#childeposting#genshin
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✧ it’s giving . . . jealousy
note: im back from the dead and bringing you leona content cause damn it he's so 🤬💓💓💓 also if you spot any mistakes in this, no you won’t /j but pls spare me i was writing this half asleep 💀
synopsis: in which you seem to be paying a bit too much attention to your kitten, and leona isn't a big fan of it.
He glanced away for three seconds. Three god damn seconds. It was such a short span of time, ans yet that spawn of the devil had somehow managed to snuggle up into your lap and had the audacity to look smug about it too.
"Tsk, why is this thing here again?" Leona, trying to hide his irritation and failing doing so in the process, rolled his emerald green eyes so far back he could practically see the stars.
"This thing has a name first of all, for your info its Wolverine Junior the Second. Address him by his name please," you began to pet the tabby cat as he purred out in content before continuing your monologue like response, "and second of all, he is here because he was meowing outside to be let in after you so cruelly kicked him out."
"You've gotta be kiddin' me, your stupid cat wanted to go outside. This little bastard is manipulating you and you're fallin' for it." The beastman leaned against the headboard of his bed as he eyed the cat, who seemed to be staring back with fake innocence.
"Can you believe the nerve of this guy Wolvy Junior?" you focused your attention on the cat, not being able to resist the urge of speaking to your furry companion (the small one in your lap of course) in a high pitched, baby voice, "how dare he accuse you of that when you're such a cute widdle baby boy."
With a prolonged meow, the kitten eagerly rubbed its head against your hand, shortly before giving it a small lick.
Before Leona had the chance to make a sarcastic reply to your comment (and condemn the cat for even trying to play coy), your excited voice rang out throughout the room; "Leona oh my God he licked me! Can you believe it? I think I'm going to cry he's so cute! Why can't you act a bit more like him, hm?"
"That's it. Either get this damn furball outta my room or c'mere and set him down." With a steady glare directed at the cat in your hands, Leona crossed his arms. You couldn't tell whether he was serious or not, but you figured you'd never get a chance like this again seeing as he'll probably permanently ban you from his room after this fiasco anyway.
"What, are you gonna fight him? He'll beat your ass Leona, don't even try it." You had to stifle your laughter as your lover stood up in a record speed to approach your form, even the tabby in your hands looked somewhat pleased at what you've accomplished. Before he could get too close however, you got up from your spot on the floor with the kitten still in your hands and moved away from Leona.
"Oh yeah? You wanna play cat 'n mouse with me? Fine. Don't go cryin' when you lose, 'cause I won't go easy on ya." Accepting your indirect challenge, the tan male quickly tailed your form as you tried to dodge his attempts at grabbing you. You only succeeded for the first minute however, as the tabby resting in your arms was slowing you down and Leona just had to have amazing agility and stamina.
Before long, you had found yourself laying on your back on Leona's very comfy mattress as he firmly circled your waist with his hands. You quickly set the cat down next to you as laughter emitted past your lips at the fact that Wolverine Junior seemed to be pawing at your lover's arms in an attempt to get him off you; Leona however, didn't pay him any mind as his gaze focused solely on you.
"Not so tough now, huh?" With a small smirk embedded on his face, the beastman leaned in close to your face until his lips met yours in a brief kiss. You couldn't help but reciprocate.
"Oh shut it . . . You just got lucky." You smiled in content after he pulled away, entangling one of your hands in Leona's hair and petting the base of his ears (he would never admit it but the action always brought him comfort). You submitted your other hand to the small kitten who was still trying to defend whatever was left of your honour, melting at how quickly he gave up fighting Leona and settling his small head in your palm instead.
"Oi, hands on me . . . " Your lover's voice came out hushed as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, silently nuzzling his nose against it as a sign of affection.
"You need to learn to share honey." You pecked the crown of Leona's head with a small, playful eyeroll.
"Like hell I will. I'm not letting that cat steal your attention away when it should be on me anyways."
"I didn't know you were that jealous of him."
"I ain't jealous of some stupid cat." You quirked your eyebrow at the response; the cat meowed as if it were mocking Leona. The beastman simply growled back. This was really turning into something straight out of a comedy show.
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Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 民国奇探/My Roommate is a Detective.
My Roommate is a Detective is a 2020 drama about the Jazz Age shenanigans of a terrible OT3: a useless noodle boy, a spoiled journalist girl, and a handsome thug-turned-cop, who together solve Agatha Christie mysteries in 1920s Shanghai.
I mean, seriously, have you ever wondered what Hercule Poirot would be like if he were a 6'2" Chinese rubber man? If he had a long-suffering sugar daddy from the wrong side of the tracks and a spunky sugar mommy who owned their shared apartment? The answer is, it would be a laugh-out-loud-funny series about a ridiculous and charming assortment of weirdos solving only slightly believable murder mysteries in charming period clothing.
This is another one of those shows where I'm kind of shocked at how not well-known it is, except I'm not, because I can see exactly the problems that keep fandom from descending on it like horny little vultures. Nonetheless, I think it's a good time that more people would enjoy if they gave it the chance. Here's five reasons why you should:
1. Equal parts smart as heck and dumb as butts
On the one hand, especially given its tone and tenor, this show has many surprisingly clever turns and thoughtful moments, carried along by some talented actors. On the other hand, [.gif of a guinea pig in a rollerskate being pushed merrily down a hallway]
This show is not a complicated intellectual exercise. It's an action comedy about a goofy sleuth, a rich-girl reporter, and the cop who should be the straight man in this trio, except he's as much of a goober as the other two are. If the promotional tableaus are giving you real "cover of a Clue box" vibes, you've understood the kind of pastiche it's pulling off.
The mysteries are preposterous. They're all the kind of thing that exemplify the Doyle line about how, when you've eliminated the impossible, whatever's left has got to be the answer, no matter how ding-dang improbable it may be. You know the type: tons of overly elaborate setups, unbelievably perfect timing, coincidental long-lost relatives, people hallucinating right and left. They're also very short -- most full cases take only 2-3 episodes to introduce, investigate, and resolve, even when interspersed with the larger goings-on in these weirdos' lives. The DramaWiki page for the show lists 23 separate arcs over 36 episodes, so you do the math.
And yet, it's way more thoughtful and clever than its doofy little setup would indicate. Its attention to detail surprised me on more than one occasion. Add to that a bunch of solid performances from an ensemble of real characters, and what you get is definitely more substantive than a junk-food waste of time. You can't turn your brain off while watching it, but you sure can turn it down, and that's great.
It also doesn't hurt that everyone is super attractive and wearing great outfits. The whole show's worth it for the wardrobes.
2. THE GIRL
Fuck the haters, fuck everyone, I am going to climb right up on my little soapbox and tell you all why Bai Youning is awesome.
She is insane. She's a troll. She's a clever little monster. Every other character's response to her is, oh my god, you are literally the worst. And she is! She has been spoiled beyond belief by her incredibly rich Crime Dad, and she has learned to leverage her uwu just a widdle girl status to get her whatever the hell she wants. She simply cannot hear it when someone says the word "no." She will look her future sister-in-law in the eye and point a loaded gun at her own head without blinking. Every ball she has is made of brass.
She's hardly perfect. During the course of the show, there are some times where her entitlement runs face-first into the brick wall of reality. She's not nearly as good at her chosen career path as she's been told (mostly by the people who get paid to tell her she's good). She's rarely prepared to deal with the consequences of her actions, especially when she can't just throw money at the problem.
So she learns, and grows, and changes. She's always going to be a stubborn bitch, but she can become a stubborn bitch with a more accurate conception of her relationship to the world around her.
She's actually a really good romantic foil for Lu Yao, who is equally stubborn and spoiled and obnoxious as hell. It is a pure brat4brat relationship, where each one thrives on comically enraging the other. What this means, though, is that when they actually start showing one another some vulnerability, it's really sweet.
Now: I'm pretty sure that you could not have made a female character in her position that everyone did not hate, no matter how cool you made her, because that is the fate of all girls who theoretically keep the two boys from kissing. (More on that next point.) If she were less outgoing and friendly, she would've been hated for being too cold. If she were less headstrong, she would've been hated for being a pushover. If she weren't as into the boy, she would've been hated for being frigid. I know the "god forbid a woman do anything" meme is a joke, but ... man, god forbid this girl do anything. She gets a level of hate entirely disproportionate to what she's actually like. As I said with Eom Dada, it's not always sexism, but sometimes, yeah, it's sexism.
(Real talk: Her character is also fighting both how she's definitely not written as well as the boys are and how the plot sometimes needs her to be artificially stupid and jealous for Straightness Drama Reasons, so that's a legit problem on a structural level. Also, she's dubbed by someone else and the boys aren't, which gives her voice an annoying not-quite-there quality that's hard to ignore. The deck is stacked against her real hard even before she steps onscreen.)
So here's my advice: Go into this show wanting to like her. Embrace her terribleness as a positive, intentional quality. Don't be mad at her for straightening up an endgame that was never going to be gay, even without her. Welcome her contributions to the chaos. Realize that she is exactly as entertainingly irritating as her boys are.
Truly, this is a story of three terrible people in love. They're all just awful, and you wouldn't want to be in a room with any of them for longer than you had to. Left to right up there, Bai Youning is spoiled and self-absorbed, Lu Yao is arrogant and lazy, and Qiao Chusheng is suuuuuch a fucking cop. If you're into the kind of dynamic that can only be described OT3: You All Deserve One Another, then this one's perfect for you.
3. Do you really miss '00s queerbaiting?
Like, really? Are you just super-nostalgic for being able to see the showrunners go, ha ha, girls, we know you're watching and we know you want these cute boys to kiss, which they never will -- but what if we pretended for just this one scene??? Do you just carnally ache for that with every fiber of your being?
Yep.
Now, why am I calling the occasional really gay moments between these two gentlemen "queerbaiting" and not "bromance"? Because these moments are a) obviously intentional, b) completely sporadic, and c) never spoken of again.
For example: There's a scene (which you can see a gifset of here) where the two of them are at a restaurant frequented by the cop, who brings a lot of ladies there on dates. When the waiter points this out, useless noodle boy says, I'm his date. The waiter looks mildly surprised by this, the cop says not to listen to his bullshit, and that's the end of it. The scene moves on. There is no further discussion of this comment. It does not affect their relationship.
That's the essence of queerbaiting: that little on-purpose nod to the homoerotic tension between the two, in a way that isn't a joke but also isn't not a joke, and either way is never going to happen. (In fact, the show is going to go out of its way to make sure that ship gets sunk, so, uh, get your fanfiction lifeboats ready for that.)
A true queerbaiting move is something that should make a difference in a relationship, but doesn't. It should make a difference that our cop is so comfortable in the noodle boy's personal space that he invades it at will. It doesn't. It should make a difference that noodle boy keeps getting real weird every time the cop has a date with a girl. It doesn't. Those are some real romantic moves the two of them keep pulling, and then nothing comes of them.
I had this show sold to me as being incredibly shippy, to the point of being even more so than its censored-BL contemporaries. And ... well, it is and it isn't. It has textually gayer individual moments, but it is much less pervasively gay. It's clear from the start that it's going to throw all its actual relationship points into its canon het romance. When it comes to these boys, the show is toying with you. It knows you want to see those boys smooch, just as much as it knows (and it knows you know) they're never gonna.
How you feel about this is entirely up to you -- and indeed, it may be a dealbreaker on the whole drama for you. If you are inclined to pitch a fit when your ship does not become canon, you'll be happier somewhere else. If, however, you see this as a delightful opportunity to do whatever the hell you want with the situation as it is presented, all the while enjoying little moments of startlingly blatant homoeroticism between two handsome dudes, well, here you are!
(I mean, if you want my take on it, what needs to happen is that the cop and the girl need to fuck while the useless noodle boy watches with asexual bisexual interest, and then they all need to snuggle with the noodle boy in the middle so they can both annoy him appropriately, but your mileage may vary.)
4. The multicultural extravaganza!
1920s Shanghai had a lot going on in terms of cultures and languages, and this show actually does a fair job of representing that.
By now, I've seen a number of shows set during this era, and they all at least acknowledge the international nature of the city -- usually by mentioning the French Concession and having a handful of evil Japanese characters. However, this is the first time I've seen a show go to such lengths to actually show so many non-Chinese characters onscreen, even to the point of making one a recurring character supporting the main squad.
Salim is the best. Whatever he is being paid, it's not enough. He's Qiao Chusheng's right-hand man, which means he is also the dude who most often has to put up the main trio's bullshit. (The actor himself is also a dude with a pretty cool backstory, which is another great layer.) He's sharp, he's loyal, he's patient, and he looks great with his shirt off. He's got it all!
Other non-Chinese characters include a white Jewish art collector (I'd issue a warning for period-typical antisemitism, except … honestly, it's mostly just confused), a sadistic priest who maybe is supposed to be Italian, a completely different priest who [last episode spoiler], and three whole sinister white dudes behind it all.
It's not just the world coming to China, though! A large number of the Chinese characters are said to have spent significant time outside of China, whether for business or for schooling. Near the end, when some characters are discussing moving away from Shanghai, they consider a number of foreign cities as potential destinations.
Here's a delightful detail: When Lu Yao and his sister speak English, they're dubbed by actors with posh British accents who sound like native (or near-native) English-speakers. This makes perfect sense, because both of the siblings did a lot of their schooling in the UK. When Bai Youning speaks English, she's dubbed by someone who speaks English very well but also has a noticeable Chinese accent, which makes perfect sense for her character's background. And Qiao Chusheng never speaks English at all, because he's a street tough who has no reason to know more than three words.
...This is also kind of weird to say about something literally made in China, but go with me on it: Everything's kind of got that Art Deco Orientalist vibe to it. It looks like China's idea of what Britain's idea of China during that period would have looked like. The result comes across less like what 1920s Shanghai would actually have looked like, and more what an ad for 1920s Shanghai would have looked like. It's a fascinating aesthetic, and more so for how it's mostly pretty subtle. The show isn't some visual extravaganza, but it's always very nice to look at, and I appreciate that in a show.
5. A wonderful horrible protagonist
A lot of mystery-themed prestige television involves an asshole genius detective who gets away with being a dick to everyone because he's sooooo smart, while all his long-suffering friends and colleagues spend a lot of time doing damage control for him because, sigh, he's an asshole but we need him, genius excuses all dickhead behavior, we'll always make exceptions for him because he's just ever so special. (Watch histrionic sage hbomberguy's video on Sherlock if you're unfamiliar with the trope.)
Lu Yao is an asshole genius detective, but one who winds up spending most of his time being an asshole to a) people who deserve it, or b) his horrible friends who will be assholes right back at him. When he is awful to the people who don't deserve it, the show smacks him pretty hard on the nose for it and makes him apologize.
This is a show where you'll figure out pretty quckly if you'll love it or hate it, because if you love Lu Yao, you'll love it, and vice versa. He carries most of the show himself, with his goofy charm and his incredibly bendy slenderman body and his ability to make the one competent person he knows both protect him and give him money.
Like so.
For my own part, I find him intensely charming, and I think a lot of this has to do with Hu Yitian's ability to play him as an affectionately bullyable weenie who needs to get shoved in a locker for his own good. He's the worst, and it's comically endearing instead of offputting because at the end of the day, he really does have a good heart. He's just also lazy as heck and disinclined to do anything that he does not want to be doing, and really, aren't we all?
As I alluded to in point 3, he comes across as real asexual. He's just not that interested in sex, and he is in fact pretty uncomfortable in situations where he finds himself the subject of someone else's sexual desires. He's perfectly capable of romantic feelings! I mean, not only does he get Bai Youning as a love interest, we actually meet one of his ex-girlfriends. He's just not partciularly horny about them -- which is even more noticeable as a sharp contrast to how extremely horny Qiao Chusheng is for just about everyone, but this exasperating little dork in particular.
(Like seriously, 90% of the time, Chusheng is about to explode with sexual frustration at Lu Yao's skinny oblivious ass.)
This isn't to say you couldn't get Lu Yao into bed, because you absolutely could, and he'd probably have a good time. You'd just have to remove all distractions from the room, lest his ADHD ass wind up running off to solve a crime mid-coitus.
Twiggy little nightmare man. Garbage-animal boy. Love him.
sidebar: A word about the ending
I'm going to be vague and talk about general vibes instead of specific events, but you should still skip this section if you want to remain completely unspoiled. Jump to the picture of Chusheng holding the sledgehammer.
Okay, so, a lot of people do not like the ending, and I'm including myself in that number. I honestly don't know if they got rushed and had to wrap everything pretty last-minute, or if they thought they might get a second season out of it and were leaving things open-ended accordingly. Either way, it's incredibly unsatisfying.
I think there's a clue that the show didn't actually want to end this way, and it's not actually in the text of the show itself. Every episode, between the last scene and the start of the credits, you get to see a couple still frames from the episode (usually some of the queerbaity ones). After the very final shot of the series, you get two images: the boys hugging goodbye, and Chusheng's upset face. That's not a resolution! That is at best a "to be continued..." ending!
But no, that's it. That's all, folks.
It's not quite an ending so bad it ruins the rest of the show, mostly because it doesn't feel finished, so it's less like you're watching a car being deliberately driven into a wall because someone thought that was the best route to take, and more like you're watching someone leave a car on the railroad tracks because they figured they'd have time to move it later.
As far as I know, there has been no noise made about a second season. These 36 episodes are the entirety of the narrative. It had the distinct misfortune to start airing in March 2020, which wasn't exactly prime time for planning sequels, and that seems to have been that. (There is a 2022 show called Checkmate that stars the two main guys in extremely similar roles, also adapting Agatha Christie stories, but it's apparently pretty meh? Somebody else who's actually seen it, go ahead and weigh in here.)
I'll say that if you turn off the episode right after Lu Yao gets out the handcuffs, you'll save yourself the worst of it the awkward and unsatisfying moments (though I'm impressed at your willpower to stop watching something five minutes from the end). That's not all of it, though. Structurally, there are several situations rushed to a resolution and loose threads left flapping untied in the breeze. I guess stopping before the last five minutes simply saves you the hope that it'll pull a good ending out of the fire, because it won't.
And let's be real: The more you hate Bai Youning and her romance with Lu Yao, the more you'll hate the ending. (Not that liking those elements will necessarily make you like the ending, of course, because I'm a fan of hers and I still think the ending is butts.) The ending is already like a pair of uncomfortable shoes; if the het romance especially makes you grind your teeth, the ending becomes a pair of uncomfortable shoes that also have a rock in them. A lot of the comments online indicate plenty of people dropped the show when they learned the het romance would be endgame. It's a pretty common dealbreaker.
Oh well. Bring on the fanfic, I say! Those of us who are used to taking a sledgehammer to canon are unafraid.
Smash it, baby.
Still want to see some of these mysteries?
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It's not a perfect show -- as evidenced by my digression about the ending -- but it's a lot of fun. If you can handle the occasional foible and some eyebrow-raising moments, you're in for a good time with some attractive people that occasionally tastes very gay.
Every roommate crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man
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My thing with Astarion is, yes he's beautiful, handsome, sexy, all of those things and more. But above all he is * adorable * to me.
He literally does the same thing to my brain that cats do, it's wild.
In much the same way that I can get an instant serotonin/oxytocin hit from looking at pictures of cute cats all day, despite being surrounded by cats at home that also trigger these feelings, Astarion also seems to be a bottomless well of happy chemicals for my brain.
You know that feeling when something is just sooooo cute you just have to start babbling nonsense babytalk about wanting to squeeze it and love it and nurture it and protect it forever and ever and maybe put it in a silly little hat and boop its nose and spin around with it under a rainbow
It's that feeling, there's just something so fucking cute about this borderline evil, middle aged looking vampire man and idk what it is but HE IS and I know he'd HATE being seen/treated that way SO much (understandably)
but if we were together IRL I would have one hell of a time maintaining my composure around him trying not to babytalk about his widdle teefies and god help us if his pointy ears ever twitch or wiggle because i would be in tears babbling incoherently about the cuteness
Astarion would probably murder me and id still be making the 🥹 face the whole time
#i must wrap him up in a blanket like a burrito#astarion#dumb shit#me every time i see astarion do anything:#“HES JUST A LITTLE GUY HES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG IN HIS LIFE OMG LOOKIT HIIIIIIM”
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Greed
“Oh, and don’t forget to check Gabrielle before you put her to bed,” Mrs Jones said as she put on her coat and opened the front door. “I swear, she always widdles right as I’m tucking her in!”
“Yes, Mrs Jones,” Nevaeh chirped, doing her best impression of a polite, dependable babysitter. “Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of plenty of sweet girls like Gabrielle before.” It was a total lie, of course. She’d never babysat for a special needs person before. She’d never even babysat an actual child, at least not for longer than she needed to grab the valuables and move on to the next town. And she had absolutely no intention of changing some adult toddler’s pissy nappy. She fought hard to keep a look of revulsion from passing over her face.
Mrs Jones beamed at her. “Then I’ll see you when I get back. Feel free to help yourself to anything from the fridge.”
“Thank you, Mrs Jones. Enjoy your dinner at the restaurant!”
Once the front door had closed, Nevaeh’s cheerful smile vanished from her face. Stupid woman, she thought. She turned around and headed back to the living room where Gabrielle was sitting in her playpen. It was generally best not to act right away, just in case the parents came back to get something they’d forgotten.
She couldn’t help but stare at the overgrown baby woman. Gabrielle must have been in her early twenties, no older than Nevaeh was herself, and it was almost unnerving to see her sitting in a toddler’s playpen wearing nothing but a thick disposable diaper, with her blonde hair in pigtails and her bare breasts on display. Her tits weren’t nearly as large as Neveah’s own (she’d always been proud of her ability to make any guy do whatever she wanted just by bending down and flashing her cleavage), but she still felt it was wrong for her mother to let her toddle about the house with anything to cover them up. She shook her head impatiently. What did she care about this stupid oversized infant’s dignity? It wasn’t as though Gabrielle had any modesty anymore, not since the accident her mother had talked about.
Nevaeh squatted down next to the baby woman while she shook her rattle and babbled nonsensically behind her dummy, and ran her fingers through the girl’s hair. She’d expected to see a great big scar across her head or something, but there didn’t seem to be anything visible. Gabrielle would have looked like a normal, particularly pretty young woman if it wasn’t for what she was wearing, and for the vacant, dim-witted expression on her face.
“Poor little freak,” Nevaeh cooed as Gabrielle looked up at her and grinned stupidly around her pacifier. Her chin was slick with drool. “I think I’d rather die than end up as a big, pants-filling baby like you. You might have to be alone for a bit, diaper butt, but don’t worry, I’m sure your Mummy will be back to take care of you soon. And by that time, I’ll be long gone, along with all your Mummy’s jewellery. Yes I will! Yes I will!”
Gabrielle giggled at her sweet, syrupy tone and bounced up and down happily on her padded bottom.
Nevaeh laughed. “You’d be cute if you didn’t look so ridiculous,” she said. Then she suddenly became aware of something. There was faint music filling the room. She looked around, trying to locate the source. Had that always been playing, or had it only just started? It was soft and tinkling, like a nursery rhyme. Maybe Mrs Jones had put it on earlier to keep Gabrielle calm. To help keep her sweet and happy. Nevaeh realised she was nodding along with her own thoughts. Sweet and happy, that was right. That made sense. She certainly felt sweet and happy. It was like the music was working its way inside her head, filling it up with cotton candy. Nevaeh grinned. She liked cotton candy.
Gabrielle grinned back at her, and Nevaeh felt something stir in the back of her mind. Was this right? Should she be getting all sweet and happy because of music that was meant for the baby? But then, the baby was the same age as her. And wasn’t that funny? Wasn’t that so silly? A baby in her twenties. Neveah’s hand crept up to her mouth, and she bit the nail of her thumb. Because there was something a little scary about that too, the thought of being a big baby, using her pants as a potty, having her boobies out all the time. Her thumb slipped between her lips and she sucked on it nervously. She didn’t want to end up like that. She was a big girl, not a silly baby. The music continued to play, soft and lilting.
Nevaeh didn’t even hear it when the front door opened and closed a few minutes later. Her head was full of cotton candy. But when Mrs Jones walked into the room, she turned around, still sucking her thumb vacantly, and smiled dimly around her soggy digit.
Mrs Jones laughed. “That’s better,” she said. “You’re much sweeter now, aren’t you baby? Such a silly thing. Didn’t you think I might be watching and listening on a nanny cam?” She pointed at the fluffy teddy bear sitting in the corner of the playpen.
Nevaeh just giggled at Mummy’s happy tone.
Mrs Jones chuckled along with her, and got to work stripping the would-be-thief’s clothes off her voluptuous body. “I’m betting that no one knows you’re here, do they sweetheart?” she asked and she slid Neveah’s jeans down her legs and pulled off her shoes and socks. “Since you were planning on pulling off a little heist.” She lifted the girl’s shirt up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties. “Is Nevaeh even your real name?” she asked teasingly. Then she shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. It’s your name now. ‘Cause you’re Mummy’s little angel, aren’t you baby? Heaven sent.” She reached out and tickled Nevaeh’s exposed tummy, making the girl shriek with laughter. “Coochie-coochie-coo! I’d just been wishing that Gabrielle could have a sister, and now another naughty little girl’s fallen right into my hands, just perfect to turn into an adorable baby.”
Mrs Jones tugged Neveah’s underwear down her legs and threw them to one side with a smirk. They were a little black lacy number. Hopefully the girl had enjoyed wearing her last ever pair of panties, she thought, as she fished out one of Gabrielle’s adult-sized Pampers from a box in the corner.
“Stand still for Mummy, Nevaeh,” she cooed as she slipped the bulky diaper between the grown woman’s legs and started taping it into place. “I’m lucky you haven’t made wee-wees yet. When I used the special music on Gabrielle, she went tinkle all over the floor before I could get her nappy on!” Mrs Jones patted the front of Neveah’s nappy when she’d finished and stood back to admire her handiwork, savouring the sight of the thick baby pants pushing apart the gorgeous young woman’s thighs. There was something so satisfying about reducing a grown woman to this, taking a naughty lady and turning her into a sweet, happy baby. Neveah just giggled down at the huge nappy wrapped around her bottom and shifted from foot to foot, enjoying the crinkling sound.
“Let’s get that bra off you too, pumpkin,” Mrs Jones said, reaching around to unhook the lacy lingerie containing Nevaeh’s generous breasts and allowing them to spill out freely. She tittered at the sight of the girl’s melons wobbling on her chest. “My goodness,” she laughed, “what big boobies you have, baby! I can tell you’re going to be very popular when Mummy takes you to the park. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure nobody gets too close. No more icky boys for you, little one!”
Neveah babbled nonsensically as Mrs Jones pulled her into a big hug. A moment later, the girl’s bladder released, and a rush of warmth flooded her pants. Mrs Jones just chuckled as the faint sound of hissing reached her, and when the strong smell of pee reached her nose a second after. She slipped a hand down to Neveah’s now sopping wet nappy and squeezed the front. “That’s a good girl,” she crooned, with the hint of a taunt in her voice. “Just a little pants-filler, aren’t you baby? Isn’t that what you called my Gabrielle? But I suppose you’re right. She’s always wetting and messing herself! And now you’ll be just the same.” She planted a big kiss on the side of Nevaeh’s head. “Mummy’s special baby for the rest of your days. Aren’t you a lucky girl?”
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Dungeon Meshi - Quick Reacts (CHA 17: Raspberries)
DID WE LOSE OUR BOY?????
We all need a friend like Chilchuck.
.......................I wonder if it really IS a health enough ecosystem to sustain itself OR if someone is going around resurrecting monsters.
........................................or the adventurers and everything else are just the microbiome of a giant beast. 😌
or maybe the real beast was capitalism all along.
I’ll second that. HUH?
baby Marcille time? 👀
...............Press X to Doubt.
Is that REALLY how it went down?
..........what ARE those spirits? Aside from being utterly adorable with their cheering as they are released like some sort of plankton into a beaker filled with mana, which is presumably what they feed on... we don’t really know much about them?
Are they.......human spirits? Something else??????
This is saying so much and nothing at all, and at the same time feels. Eerily important.
So the dungeon is a source of contained mana. An ecosystem with magic, where spirits - humanoids and monsterkind - are kept alive by the mana? But also if there’s too much of it, or too little, they die.
This presumes that there is no mana on the outside world. And mana must be obtained and collected in the dungeon. By what means? Does it just kinda permeate into you naturally? Does eating monsters help you get more mana??
Do people who are outside lose their mana? Is there other sources of mana? Is it inherent to everyone?
And if not..........who is the keeper of the actual dungeon they’re traversing now? Is it all just an experiment on a larger scale????
THE RETURN OF THE DOG
Interesting. What would Marcille consider useful as a monster? Plantlike monsters? She seems opposed to eating them, so what else is there?
IS THAT FALLIN
Fallin was previously described by Marcille as... REALLY strong. This seems to be a curious beginning for her, if that’s the case.
...................what happened to Falin and Laios’ parents, huh.
well..................fermentation DOES speed up the creation of spirits. 😂
Did she raise them...? Or is there something else at play???
......................the real dungeon.......has impurities in the soil and holes in the barrier and the mana is weakening? Is that what’s driving monsters to the top layers? There’s an unbalancing of the ecosystem so they’re all trying to get more food and consequently pushing the whole niche system up?
Secret tunnel, secret tunnel............
Aww, look at her widdle face.
I love them.
An incredible dynamic already, this is fun.
If the dungeon is indeed like a giant animal or an organism... the fact that it’s bleeding mana and has poisoned areas does not bode well. It’s almost like a rotting carcass at that point, being pillaged for its resources while it slowly expires to the point of not being useful.....
Is this..........A dungeon? Or THE dungeon? Are they one and the same? Are they all connected??
Marcille and Senshi are surprisingly alike.
I’m gonna need a bigger corkboard.............
Awww, she’s so serious! She really does have noble goals, even if her approach is a bit naive.
okay but.
Why are they so wholesome?
Marcille is clearly popular and respected, but instead of throwing aside Falin’s way of doing things she asked questions. She asked to see her process. She didn’t react well to things she doesn’t know a lot about (grasshoppers, raspberries) but she was willing to learn! She didn’t just bully or dismiss Falin for being different, she actually wants to collaborate!
THESE GIRLS
Chilchuck is kinda with me on this one lmao
......If the dungeon really is man-made, I think you’re gonna have bigger issues than simply one magician. That’s literally a terraforming demigod that fucked around without having a Dungeon Degree.
I love them.
oh it’s on you guys.
.................Marcille is kind.
Yes, go rescue your girlfriend, Marcille!!! I believe in you!!!
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Once a Decade Hobby
Fandom: What in Hell is Bad?
Content: Foras & GN!MC (they/them), fluff turns into mild violence, MC is a little unhinged and selfish,
Summary: MC asks Foras to teach them his hobby. They throw a tantrum when they don't get their way.
A/N: You know what? I love terrible MCs. I love when they are absolute garbage. Long live these bitches!
Word Count: 709
“I don't think I'm doing this right,” they say as they turn the thick horn over in their hand. The rough, bark-like exterior has chips and gnashes in it from where the knife had dug too deeply or had slipped out of their control.
They had imagined this would Be more fun than it actually was due to Foras unusually bright smile while widdling.
“The outer layer of horns like those needs to be scrapped off before they can be shaped properly,” Foras reminds them. “It also allows you to see if there are unseen cracks that run through the core or up the sides which could jeopardize the integrity of your sculpture.”
“I know that's what you said, but that doesn't make it any easier.” They look over at the horn that he's carving – a smooth, curved one that's marbled with turquoise and seafoam – and pout. “You didn’t scrape yours off? Can we switch? That one looks more simple.”
Foras looks at them with expressionless eyes. “This one is more difficult due to its shape and the fact that it is thinner and more delicate than usual. I didn't scrape its outer layer because so much of it is damaged. If I tried, I would have very little left to work with. The one you have may seem like more work, but that's because it's healthy and thicker horns are more forgiving if you make mistakes.”
“I can be careful. I promise.”
They're bored though. The horn Foras gave to them to experiment on and fiddle with is black and the shape doesn't inspire any creativity in them. They want something prettier. Something that shimmers. Something that inspires them.
“No. Beginners should work with sturdier materials that are more forgiving to mistakes.”
Foras is the type of devil that seems hard to approach because of his unintentional directness and tactless behavior. They couldn’t even recall how many times he had scared them after suddenly turning visible after following them in secret for an unknown amount of time. But, in this moment, he seems like a completely different devil. His passion makes him act like someone else.
They stare at him while he carefully works the sharp edge of his knife across the supposedly delicate horn. Each stroke releases a small sliver of the outermost, seafoam-speckled layer. Each shaving gathers as little curls in a messy pile in hip lap. They are beautiful flakes, like glitter under the light.
They place the rough horn with small notches down on the ground beside where they sit, having lost all interest in it. They stand with their knife in hand. Slowly, they take a step closer to where Foras sits, working on his once-in-a-blue-moon hobby. They sneak around behind him to watch him from the back. His eyes, that would normally be carefully watching every moving object in the room, flicking back and forth so quickly that they would almost appear to be staring straight forward. For once, he is so engrossed in a singular task that he isn’t watching the rest of the world as if it’s a play being put on around him.
Foras is cute when he’s passionate.
So cute that they can’t help but wrap their fist around his beautiful, shimmering horn and yank his head back.
“If you won’t share that one, I'll take this one instead.”
A coy smile creeps across their face as they lean in close, forcing Foras to look at them the way he usually did. They run the flat of their tongue from the base of his horn all the way to the tip, smirking at the sound of his surprise and arousal.
If the horn in his hand sparkled like glitter, then his own horn
“Yours looks healthy, so I can have it… right? Like you said, an amateur like me needs something sturdy so I can make lots and lots of mistakes. We can even start from the top.” They pull away, replacing their tongue with the edge of the knife they are still carrying. “Teach me how to saw this off. I'm feeling inspired to make something.”
Foras will look lovely with a collar made from his own horn snapped tighter around his throat than even Leviathan’s noose.
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✨ rayllum ✨
whaddya want from me i have to talk about it rn. aaaaaaaaaaaaa🫶🫶🫶🫶 boundaries. trust. FINGERGUNS. they. them. my pronouns are they because i'll never be them. callum is done wasting time being mad and is now devoting all of his time remembering and/or discovering HOW MUCH HE LOVES THIS GIRL UGH 💕💞💖💗💞💕💖💝💝💘💖💓 he is the sweetest fucking thing rn oml he can see now that she will always be there for him and he wants her to know and im normal. aside from the core developments of their relationship omfg we were SERVED. the banter, the softness, the absolute bestie(+) behavior. let's review:
(e1) "practical? like what ; :)" that is the flirtiest fuckin face ive ever seen
"yes. you. uh.. rayla."
"i was lookin for you! uh.. callum." HIS FACEEEE HIS WIDDLE SMILE
"i can see that. let her go." ZERO hesitation. also mad foreshadowing
"she broke into the high mage's office." "no that's crazy. she can go in there any time she wants." UGH i expected a "no that's crazy she would never do that" but he's straight up like 'whats mine is urs bbg" 😭✋
"the elf stole it." oh.. ok his face doesn't look too happy there i wonder if "shes not 'the elf.' she's rayla." OH FUCK ME THEN
"and she was hiding a weapon" "so what? she always is?" IM SCREAMING I LOVE THEM SM
it doesn't even seem that for a second he was perturbed about rayla having the murder weapon, more so that he was looking straight at the murder weapon. she's always been in the clear 🫡
"if she didn't tell me... she has a good reason." THIS. THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS-- iiis getting its own post.
"it means i trust her. unconditionally." brb dying happy
his face when she unchained herself god he loves his non-law-abiding girlfriend
"you don't have to explain or justify anything to me. you can tell me when you're ready :)" what can i even say at this point
(e2) "well i'm glad you liked it :)" kill me now
"and now... here we are," there it is he still sees them as one unit, defying all odds and persevering all circumstances oh me oh my
stargazing obvi
(e3) RAYLA IN CALLUM'S DOODLE. HE DIDN'T HAVE TO ADD HER IN THERE YET THERE SHE IS LOOKING ADORABLE
"she can't stop us." "nobody can >:)" "so we're going to lux aurea right? ; :)" "too right we are >:)>:)>:)>:)"
their chaos <3
(e4) rayllum montage my beloved THAT MUSIC
if you guys have been weird please show me normal
"rayla, we've been through a lot, and a lot has changed, ah- um, well, some things have changed, but not.. everything. uh... i would do anything for you."
i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i would do anything for you i wo
this is not fucking real what the fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
they are The standard
i've seen a lot of ships in my day way too many perhaps but no one compares
he's so patient and respectful w her 😭 the way he just gently holds out his hands
she fully emphasized that freeing them wasn't her priority and yet just ZERO hesitation callum saw his girl in distress and dropped everything no second thought required
THE HAND HOLDDDD THAT WAS SO SOFT
HE WAS SO FRICKEN EXCITED TO HELP HER
about to die and only one priority mhm
THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB THUMB RUB
"i waited too long" i am so absolutely insane feral indignant
"i hope you know-" "i know."
bury me
(e5) fist bump. thats it im done im gone oh m !!!!! FIST !!! BUMP !!!!! YOU ABSOLUTE DORKS YOU <3<3<3<3<3
i am weak and the water scene is literally my favorite
he IMMEDIATELY knows shes uncomfy
AND he waits for her
"i don't think i'm comfortable pushing- hey!" "see? i pushed you first! pushing is easy!"
12:06 ish that glance downward tho 👀
the hand snatch of the century. her face. his face. that squeeze. "together." that ttm parallel.
HE HELD HER HAND THE ENTIRE TIME 😭😭😭💗
"-the entire world would be in danger-" IM SORRY BUT HE LOOKED STRAIGHT. AT HER. THAT LOOK KILL ME
"an amulet. or, uh, is it a talisman? what's the difference?" HER SWEET LIL GIGGLE (might just be the last sweet moment i have to report on)
beginning o e7 they're standing together on deck what happened all last night i need to know
her catching him when he collapsed :') and holding him up the rest of the time
"LET HIM GO!"
so e8 🙂
so
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🙂
female rage has nothing on callum.
5 seasons. so many characters. so many losses. we have never seen this much emotion from anyone. i can hardly joke right now but he really embodied "don't you just wanna go apeshit?" i consume so much fucking media and this is new even for me. callum has never even had a temper. through all of this--getting kidnapped, abused, mentally and physically, seeing what his friends are going through--he hasn't broke. and then, seeing his biggest fear, the thing he's been plagued with for years, the thing we've seen him throw away his life to prevent, comes true, and he loses it. the scream, grunt & inhale, the speed, the aggression, the fucking expression. it's not hard to see how what happened next happened, i'm surprised he didn't do worse.
“all that talk about how love makes you stronger, but the second you see that elf girl in pain, you completely lost yourself.” mitski miyawaki kindly carry me out
every threat or demand finnegrin has made and callum has done nothing but scour. he has been as strong as anyone can be. and all of a sudden here he is crying out for mercy, pleading, bargaining, the lowest we've ever seen him. it hurts, but finnegrin was right.
"just... just let her go."
"NO! NO"
his defeat. we know this is because of... literally everything he has ever stood for being demolished. but his personal moral catastrophe aside, don't you find it interesting how he did all of that to keep rayla safe, and yet he never once went to her? i made another post abt this but i'm saying it again: rayla told him not to. and she believed in him. she's safe, but i don't think he thought he really saved her. he doesn't think he deserves anything she's giving him. he refuses to indulge in her, he refuses to confide in her, he refuses to seek her out. but he just saved her life. but that's not enough. not enough to resolve this within himself, and apparently not enough for the girl who's life he has saved twice now, who has stuck by him for years, who has dedicated everything to him, to be able to be okay with it. and he just kind of... accepts it. he doesn't beg for forgiveness, that being said he doesn't tell her either. this may seem like he's protecting himself, that he really just doesn't want to lose her, that he doesn't want to face this at all, but maybe it's him not wanting to disappoint her. yknow i really hate to be one of those people who ignores how basically all of callum's character surrounds his own internal conflict in favor of rayllum fan service, but fuck it's hard no to sometimes. he wants to be her hero, but he isn't; not to himself, anyway. this would always be the case. and yet... he did it all anyway. if that isn't unconditional, i'm jumping off a bridge.
no matter who he's protecting he is still being so strong for her
"yeah. yeah, i'm okay. i am." no, that obviously wasn't the truth. but for a "horrible liar," he sure appeared at least a little bit better. at the end of the day, the end of the battle, rayla's okay. and that always seems to help.
face touch 🩷
that hug man. her deep sigh. his shame melting into unavoidable comfort. him letting go despite all his better judgement. also it was cute. homicidal. but cute.
THE OTHER WATER SCENE IM STARTING TO THINK I HAVE A TYPE
the "eyes on me" thing AUUUHGHHGHGHGHGH
"i-i'm getting out" 👏ZERO👏HES👏ITATION👏 AND THE THING THAT MADE HIM BREAK WAS THE FEAR/SADNESS IN HER VOICE. LIKE AT FIRST HE WAS JUS LIKE "U GOOD?" BUT THEN HE SAW HOW UPSET SHE WAS AND WAS ALL "FUCK THE FATE OF THE WORLD IM GIVING YOU A HUG"
the squad reunion post-claudia when rayla gives callum's arm an extra little squeeze 😭
the ending handhold 🫶 thereee'ssss my little married couple
welp i would say it's been fun but it's been more so absolutely excruciating so. it has been.
if i still had feelings i would be so happy <3
#tdp spoilers#s5 spoilers#tdp s5 spoilers#rayllum#tdp s5#tdp season 5#tdp#the dragon prince s5#the dragon prince
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Believe me| Anasui x Reader
we got a clingy reader here guys (ToT)/~~~
so its basically a Clingy/insecure reader x Anasui thing cause sometimes we toxic, but we toxic together damn it. Don’t tell me he wouldn’t love a clingy S/O
Sorry, I had this widdle idea OWO, i’m still trying to get comfy writing him.
Word count: 1392
Believe Me
You're home.
You think about it with relief as you find your way into his embrace.
sluggishly you move to the destination, and once you reach it, your body slumps toward him.
In the secretive room that only you and your friends know about, there's just one more confined spot that only you can find refuge in, and it's in his arms.
It's a safeness when every bothersome thought you have has you so anxious and uncertain it feels like the damn walls of the prison might crumble down and crush you.
His body felt so incredibly warm, so unmistakably strong as the muscles beneath his smooth skin hold you close to him, securing you in a world he creates just for you.
And during that moment, you breathe out a soft hum that was of the coziest relief.
"Anasui...." you nearly moan, and you say his name with so much fondness, he swears that it's the sweetest sound.
He tells you over and over without tiredness that he adores how your tone changes when you say it, much more speak to him altogether.
He holds you, keeps you on the ground when your mind runs so much your body feels distant from you.
You stay there together, unmoving, and after a long breath in , you realize how you have yet to say anything to him. You just cling onto him, and it’s one of your troubles.
"I'm sorry," you mumble, your face pressed against his chest, hiding from the world, even from him.
Something's come over you, and it's only in that moment that you can finally be you, the you who can show the cracks that marry your mask of strength you have to show during your imprisonment.
He pulls up a rather gentle smile that’s barely existent as he brings his eyes down to where you are,
" Sorry for?" he asks, curious, wanting to know what's on your mind.
By the way your hands press against his back he has no doubt something’s weighing down your heart, and he has to know what it is.
"Because I'm like this..." you add, and it makes him pull back just a bit to try and actually look at you, to recognize what face you are wearing.
"Like...?" he says just that word, and you can see he's confused.
There's a little pout he performs when he's trying to think, and you smile halfheartedly at him because it makes you feel even more guilty for the things your mind conjures up.
He’s too sweet to you, too patient.
" Needy..." you tell him, embarrassed.
"- Complicated," you then add, not sure how else to describe yourself.
You start to think too much, and when you do, you need him.
You need his presence, his touch.
You need that something that makes your body feel yours rather than the strange numbness that dwells within.
- And lately, you’ve been thinking about how much you take from him.
He chuckles warmly, and the sound is somewhat airy as he shifts, because he gets it. You’d talked about it before, mentioned it just once before dismissing the conversation.
-But he was a man to remember it.
His right hand is then holding your chin, tilting it up just a bit to look at you better.
His eyes look down at you, making you feel blank, absolutely nothing before you are struck with a powerful surge of everything that makes that man your utter weakness.
It's like it takes you a moment to process it all before you're hit full force.
you visibly shake with the way he stares down at you because it's like you are the only thing there for him to look at.
"Again with that..." he murmurs, realizing what it is that troubles you.
He gives you a small peck, and even if it's short-lived, he still closes his eyes like it's a deep press, like he savors all of it even if it's the tiniest sample of you.
“My love...” he breathes, "I sometimes wonder if I'm doing something wrong," he then says as he goes in for another kiss, and then another.
You accept them, responding back without a trouble in the world before he says more,
"- Am I not loving you enough?" he adds with a quaver to his voice as he takes a short pause..
You can hear it in his tone and your heart clenches just a bit because none of it is his fault.
"What are you missing from me?" he asks as his lips brush yours again, and it's a question he asks himself.
He has to know, anything to get closer to you.
Anything to not lose you.
You think about the question because it's one you ask yourself. It's what you wonder about your own being because you know you’re the problem.
Immediately your eyes burn, and you suck in a shaky breath as you pull back.
"No!" you can't find a way to say it all at once, to tell him how if anyone is screwing up it's you.
Your hands touch his cheeks, holding them so that even if you can't speak it, he can see it in your eyes.
He can read you and find the answer there.
- That you love him...love him Too much.
So much that you're the one that's insecure.
You are the one that just thinks too much about all the what if's.
Like, what if he realizes that you're not good enough; that your little moments are too much trouble for him?
What if he regrets being with you...
.
.
.
What if buried somewhere in him, there's a part holding onto Jolyne?
"Obviously I am if you feel this way," he said with a small blow of dissatisfaction, but he doesn't quite take it with insult.
He doesn’t seem angry, or even annoyed, just discontent with the matter.
He loves you as you are, and he does mean it.
If you feel uncertainty, then he's there to give you that assurance you need, because there's no one more devout than he is.
“I feel...” you start, and you nearly choke as you try to continue, “I love you! I feel like I love you!” you tell him. “I know I love you!” you muster.
“I do...and I need you,” you continue, and it tugs at his heart to hear that desperation.
"You need me..." if you could only understand how much it incites a primal heat in him when he truly thinks about it.
-For you to say it, it has him weak.
You, as strong as you are, have a weakness that only he can tend to, one that only he's witnessed.
You trust him, You hold onto him.
You seek him and feel just as drugged by him as he is by you.
You, whose voice doesn't quaver in the face of fear, softens so tenderly when spoken to him.
No one's ever comforted you the way he has, no one has touched your soul as he has and could, and he swallows hard before he goes in again for another kiss that has you breathless as he backs you into the chilled wall of the room.
The kiss is different from the ones of before, as it’s much more desperate.
his arms wrap around you again, and you lose yourself in his affection.
Again your mind blanks, and you don't think of anything but how wonderful it feels to have him invade your senses in the selfish way he does, like he can't get enough of you and needs more.
Oh you feel so stupid.
How could you doubt him?
How could you be such an idiot?
you ask yourself how, and you feel even more guilty over those invading thoughts.
"I'm not going anywhere..." you hear him say, like he’s reading your mind and answering the next thought that tells you you don’t deserve him.
The way he's holding you close tells you that it would have to be a powerful force that tears you apart.
He stops for just a moment to sweetly hold your face, his eyes looking into yours with promise,
A soft 'I love you' escapes his beautiful lips before he goes in for another passionate kiss.
“Don’t doubt me...” he pleas.
Little note for my buddy I didn’t tag cause I'm nervous: Hey you little Florida man Sloot. I hope you liked it ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ
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