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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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Bakugou Katsuki x darling

NSFW ABC's

TW: NSFW, a little yandere, bondage, breeding visualizations,

Aftercare

what are they like after sex?

Katsuki is spent after going at it.

He doesn’t really do things halfway – so when he starts mumbling into your neck in curt, growling groans while messaging your hips with warm hands – crotch against your rear – you take it as a warning to prepare yourself to get wrecked.

He’s cute like that – telling you without telling you.

And aftercare isn’t much different – not caring for you in appreciative words so much as in small affectionate gestures instead. Holding you in his exhaustion – big spoon – heavy arms wrapped around you snuggly as he places soft kisses on the back of your neck.

You’re both so sticky with sweat but too tired to feel icky – falling asleep – thinking it’s tomorrow’s problem.

Bondage

is there a rope-bunny? if so, which of you? what’s used? how and what is tied up?

Pent up after work with only a couple of hours to spare between eating dinner and going to bed – the two of you don’t always have the time to plan anything too kinky. Often, you’ll have to start in the shower and finish in bed before saying goodnight.

And besides, it’s not always Katsuki has the patience to bother with ropes, even if you do have the time.

He’s tired when he comes home, but horny all the same – and all he’ll want is to find enjoyment by using just his own two hands. Pinning you and feeling you between his fingers – raking in your soft flesh after a long day – groping you and manhandling you until you tap him with that specific look – telling him he’s being a bit too much…

Clingy isn’t the exact word you’d use as it doesn’t really describe the feeling of how weighty his muscle mass is when topping you. It’s rather something between over-eager and clumsily desperate.

Heavy-handed.

But other times…

If the two of you have the entire day together, and you’ve decided you’d rather have a stay-at-home date rather than go out – then he’ll insist you do something a tad bit more choreographed.

And fuck knows, he has all the equipment to make it happen.

Cum

how fast are they? where do they like to shoot it? what’s it look/feel/taste like?

You’re not entirely sure what to blame it on. Stamina or orgasmic constipation, or whether it’s due to his own hard-headedness – if he’s playing some bet on himself to see how long he can last. All you know is that when he finally releases, it’s like new year’s.

All anticipation and desires weighed on one final firework – drunk off champagne and consumed by the thought of bedtime straight after.

He likes being buried to the hilt when he blows – likes feeling it cream hot inside you and how you clench around him tightly as though you also love it when he gives it to you raw. Even though he knows you allow it only because he asks it of you.

You would probably say no – but Katsuki has a way of being really cute when he wants something. The way he’ll mouth kisses on your cheek and almost beg for it, asking you sweetly and breathlessly, “can I?” – you don’t really have the wits with you to tell him to pull out.

You find yourself wearing pads even when you’re not on your period.

Dynamic

who’s in charge? what type: dom/sub, sado/maso, etc…?

Bakugou’s domestic more than he is dominant. Almost motherly, he does the cooking and the cleaning – while also assuming the role of the man in your relationship with his round-the-clock profession – leaving for work after making breakfast for the both of you, kissing your cheek before walking out the door.

But as someone who, through pure habit, does everything without thinking twice about it – he’s absolutely stunned into a pleasant surprise when, in those moments, you decide to do something in his stead.

And the same counts for pleasures in the bedroom.

As in, he’s quick to roll over if you want to take the lead – if and when you place your hands down flat on his chest and push him down – mounting him with that very dauntless look in your eye – spirited and brazen – when you lord over him like something between a hovering angel and a demon bearing down on prey.

He can feel something in his gut rumble and yield as you roll your hips in exactly what tempo you’ve set – his hands held loosely at the swell of your haunches, doing nothing but encourage your reign.

But even though he may like and even want it, he’s not one to ever request such a thing – so aside from those times you take the initiative all on your own, he gladly takes care of the both of you all by himself as though it’s the only obvious thing to do.

Expertise

are they any good?

Precision and expertise are as though written in Katsuki’s constitution.

However…

If there’s a time Katsuki’s ever clumsy, it’s when he’s drunk with lust for you. When he’s got his hands on your waist and his mouth on your face – when he’s grinding himself against you and only has the mind to focus on how lucky he is to get to be the one that fucks you every night.

But a little clumsiness doesn’t mean he’s bad at it.

Albeit he’s a bit overbearing – being dizzy with overwhelming arousal – he’s equally concerned with your pleasure as he is his own. And though he’s not one to ask if he’s making you feel good, he’s always looking out for your little mannerisms to answer the question – and usually, your reactions tell him he’s doing a good job.

Face

what do they look like during? what expressions do they make?

He seems to always have this curl between his brows. Furrowed as though in deep focus or in a struggling strive to reach his goal – in slight irritation of how on the brink he finds himself – chasing the full feeling. Teeth grit in those moments he’s not moaning when you bite his neck in retaliation to his harsh thrusts.

Sometimes he’ll even be so cute as to bite his tongue in his concentration – rhythmically swaying your hips back against his in his pursuit – as though he’s trying to feel every little ridge of his catch on yours and how you squeeze him tight when he’s got his cockhead nudged snug against your cervix.

And his eyes will close – teeth sinking into his lip as a soft shuddering hum of a moan leaves him – closing in on it. And when finally reaching it – he’ll bow his head and take refuge in your chest – his hips shaking against you – panting hot dewy breaths onto your skin until fully collapsing in the aftertaste.

Games

do they like to play? if so, what?

He likes chasing you down and tackling you. And he’s not shy off a tickle-fight. He absolutely loves having you pinned in a burst of unfiltered smiles and laughter as you cry for him to stop while splashing like a fish out of water beneath him.

It’s as though your thrashing reaches his heart, riveting his entire body ablaze.

You make him feel the same way he feels when he’s using his quirk – sparked on fuel, eager to explode, and just bursting at the seams.

He thinks you’re so beautiful then – and all other times, but especially then – when you have a few sprinkles of tears in the corner of your eyes from the force of your giggles, all your walls down in trust of him even though his arms are scarred beyond repair with evidence of his brutal nature.

That’s the moment he thinks of knocking you up.

He wants you to be a family – a complete family with a couple of brats running around. He wants to blow raspberries on their bellies and make them giggle the way you do. He wants to see you play here-comes-the-airplane when tricking them into eating. He wants goofy family pictures lining the staircase and the mantle, and the desk in his office. He wants childish celebrations – Christmas, Halloween, April Fool's Day. He wants it all.

And he wants it all with you.

Horny

how horny are they?

Winning makes him horny. His work – investigating, patrolling, fighting, exploding. Every win, big or small, celebrated with you – his cheerleader, his prize. It goes straight to his head, and what goes to his head goes straight to his dick, and his dick leads straight to you.

He always comes home in a winner’s high, grinning that devilish smirk while he lifts you off the ground with greasy smokey hands, rubbing his face into the nook of your neck until you giggle – asking you if you saw him and how he kicked ass on the news.

You tell him yes even if you haven’t – you know you’ll get a full recap over dinner anyway.

He’s in the best mood those days – brazen and handsy with you, smiling and talkative – bragging about his takedowns and sharing the funny office shenanigans Kirishima and Denki get up to.

Then he’ll make an effort to act invested in you, asking you about your day – but you only look at him knowingly and tell him it was nothing special – recognizing his interest as just that – interest.

There’s no smooth segway from boasting about his achievements to asking to fuck you, but you help him get there – putting your dishes in the sink, you come back and drape your hands around him, giving his neck a kiss, blowing on his ear while telling him to come and claim another victory.

Intimacy

how lovey-dovey are they?

He’s connected with you, with a focus on your movements, taking in all your little reactions and kissing you when catching you doing something unreasonably cute.

But he’s the cute one – trying not to leave any bruises on you despite you having told him it’s okay.

He doesn’t like seeing his transgressions marring your skin as unseemly reminders of his short temper and vicious strength – and how completely at his mercy you would be were he to exercise it.

He fears he’d start thinking differently about your relationship if he did. He fears he might come to use it against you to get his way like he’s done in the past with others that have made the same mistake of caring for him.

The thought of your face twisted with betrayal – looking at him like he’s nothing but a villain – that’s what keeps him in check. He understands that the day he breaks your trust is the day he loses you – maybe not in the physical sense if he can help it, but he would be helpless to stop you from never loving him the same way ever again.

But even though his thoughts disgust him while he swears to himself that he won’t ever make you feel in any way inferior – he still regards it as a ticking time bomb. That you one day will realize that he’s not as good as you think he is and try to leave him – and that on that day, he just won’t be able to let you go.

Junk

what’s their private look/feel like?

He’s thick and heavy-hung. Ripped the same way the rest of him is – muscular – with fat veins like cables pumping power. High-strung with a sturdy spine, lifting it up like a cannon ready to fire. A plump tip with a deep slit shaping it where beads of white pill – like fine pearls running down the length of it into the ash-blonde wisp bearding the beast – growing lightly upward in a happy trail towards his navel – upon finely cut muscles, steering clear of his larger scars, and spreading even further upon his pelvis to his chest in short circular curls – contrasting the tan sand color of his skin the same way the stubble on his chin grows – scratching you every time he gives you a kiss.

Kinks

what turns them on?

Katsuki's kink is consent – hearing you tell him to go faster or harder or deeper – feeling you claw your nails into his skin while your legs pull him closer, wrapped tightly in a lock around his torso – how your own hips move impatiently against his – desperately begging for more of him.

He also likes hearing you tell him to be gentle, to go slower, to make his digs longer – how you moan sweetly for him and caress his body with gentle touches, all smoothly in soft small hands – how your lips press against his neck and blow on his ear – when in the absence of skin harshly smacking skin the two of you hear the schlick all to well as you mold into the other’s embrace.

Really – just anytime you ask for anything – when you show him you want him. When you ask to ride him and when you tell him to take over. When you tell him to kiss you and when you’re too caught up in it to understand what or how to ask so you instead just say his name with a moan.

Location

where do they like doing it?

Katsuki likes going at it anywhere at home in the comfort of your shared house – with the exception of his car if he’s feeling impatient – his sofa, his kitchen counter, his dining table, his tub, his shower, his windows, his home-office desk, his bed, on a pile of his dirty laundry.

It’s in those intimate places that he can really let loose, leave the worries of the world outside and keep his focus on you and all those innermost personal ways he wants to ingrain you in his life – root you in his privacy – tattoo you into his skin.

Though there have been times when you’ve visited him at his hero agency – bringing lunch – where he’s been too riled up and tattered from huge wasteful meetings with other pro heroes who’s all had their head’s too far up their asses to come to any agreement regarding anything – when seeing you has been such a blessing that he just hasn’t been able to keep himself from grabbing at you – desperate for comfort and some consolation in burying his frustrations deep inside your tight cunt.

Where due to his occasional raging fits and his own personal need for privacy – his office is both soundproof and fitted with airtight blinds – therefore, nothing to keep him from making you scream when he takes you hard against his desk.

And aside from the office, there have been times you’ve stayed with his parents where he’s not been shy of getting friskywith you in his childhood bedroom.

So, in correction, maybe it’s closer to anywhere he feels at home – and not restricted to the house.

Masturbation

do they? if so, how often? to what?

Katsuki masturbates only on one occasion. And fuck knows it’s on those nights he’s fucked things up with you enough to be banished from the bedroom to the sofa.

He knows that he should be lying awake feeling guilty about other things regarding the reason he’s sleeping alone in the first place – but he can’t help it when his blood’s pumped up on adrenaline after your fight, and how the frustration still lingering in his skull only has one fix solution which is to rub one out and fall asleep so he can be calm enough to apologize to you in the morning.

He just needs to remind himself of how much he loves you, and though it isn’t the most dignified or romantic way – imagining you in compromising positions with filthy words on your lips – it’s proven to be the most efficient way for him to forgive and forget the fact that he thinks you should be the one banished to the sofa and not him.

Which is another thing fuck knows – that the two of you never agree to who’s in the wrong and can only ever agree to disagree after a long night's sleep without each other.

Nos

turn-offs

Katsuki’s main turn-off is losing.

His performance in bed is tightly knit with his performance at work – so if things are going poorly in either field, things are bound to be going poorly in the other.

Slumps ruin his confidence, making it but a brittle thing – an absolute insult to his normally unshakable self.

It’s the stress; it makes him both tired and restless at the same time. He’s the type to scratch at his scalp and pull his hair out – only withholding screaming so not to scare you.

In such periods all he wants is your gentle touch rubbing his sore muscles while you cuddle and kiss his forehead and cheek – telling him that everything will work out and be okay.

In those periods, the nights are spent with his head buried in your bosom and his hands balling your nightie in tight fists – struggling to keep from crying – while your hand smoothly runs through his hair – only continuing when he finally breaks and starts to jostle with silent sniffles and wet tears staining your chest.

Oral

do they give/receive? how are they giving/receiving?

Katsuki gets lost in you – humping the sheets as he gorges himself.

Your scent turns him in – your taste turns him on – the soft squishy flesh of your cunty lips kissing him back turns him on – how your thighs quake around his face turns him on – how your hips buck against his jaw turns him on – and the hand you have riddled in his hair, tugging on him in desperate demands as you spill and shake in aftershocks against him turns him on.

It riles him up so much he sheathes himself inside you to the hilt in one fell swoop, once crawling on top of you with hands still buried into the squeezable fat of your thighs, spreading you into a wide-open invitation – groaning against your mouth with your undoing glossing his chin and lips and his breath the scent of your raw arousal.

With your essence on his tongue, he cums almost embarrassingly quickly.

Position

what’s their favorite position? what position are they best?

Katuki’s favorite position is you – flat on your back and belly-up beneath him in a tight sticky mating press.

Sticky forehead against sticky forehead, sweat sprinkled dewy across your cheeks as you look back up into his eyes with lust and plead – all pooling into one mesmerizing mixture he can’t stop himself from drowning in – his mouth open with heavy huffs and puffs, drool dribbling into your mouth where you pant on beat with his humping.

Thighs spread wide under the pressure of his hands where he has you folded neatly against the pillow beneath you – lifted from the mattress to meet every single dig of his cock – pulling all the way out before storming your ribs with a deep swing of his hips, slapping against you and filling you all the way up again.

He loves how your thighs quake when he pushes into the very deepest part of you and how your moans lose all energy and devolve into nothing more but pretty pitter-pattering – your eyes glossy and doe-like, wet lashes blinking slowly while looking up into his. Loving how your cunt clenches as how you hold your breath – in anticipation of receiving more of him – how your velvety walls flutter upon the length of him – a sopping wet hot welcome allowing him to burrow deep with ease.

Reaping what he sows he takes you fully as you are – convinced you were made for him.

Question

do they ask for sexual pleasures? if so, how?

He’ll give you a heads-up rather than a request – a little threat on your phone telling you to do whatever it is you feel you have to do before he comes home because the second he’s home, he’s going to have you up against the nearest wall.

Other times, his warnings come more in the form of the hungry look in his eyes as he silently leers at you from across the dinner table or the other side of the couch. Looking at you like he’s hunting prey – claws coming out to play soon after in how they paw at you right as he lounges to capture you.

He does that – silently attack you – with touches and lips and needy dry-humping until you cave and tell him to take you up to the bedroom instead. He only barely listens – tugging off his belt and pulling his pants down before wrapping your legs around him and lifting you up. Sometimes the two of you don't even make it all the way up the stairs.

Sometimes however, he’ll come after you in softer ways. If you’re already in his arms, and he’s just noticed how close the two of you are – getting so very hot and bothered by the mere realization.

In moments of downtime…

When you’re standing there in home attire, plush loafers, and a pretty apron – cutting vegetables for dinner – and he just wants a quick crotchdance as an appetizer for what desert he’ll want after dinner.

Or, following a long day, when the two of you are snuggled up with a movie in bed hours after the sun’s set – when you’re in his arms, and he’s just incapable of focussing on the plot.

And other bedtime routines where the two of you’re doing your skincare rituals and getting ready for a shower – and you’re standing there in cute pajamas he knows will be on the floor soon.

Role-play

do they? if so, what roles? dress-up?

Sometimes he likes to roleplay you as a silly little villain.

He doesn’t really understand why – but seeing you look all cute and catlike in a black robber’s mask – acting as though he’s arresting you – really riles him up.

Your initial thought process led you to believe it was a way for him to somehow justify being a bit rougher with you – but later, you found that the fault rather existed in that certain intoxicating sensation of authority he feels when he is in his hero suit – when he has you face-first against a wall with your hands behind you back – cuffing them before kicking your legs open for a search.

He'll warn you to refrain from resisting as he drags his fingers over the little black costumey spandex you’re wearing to fit the role of a cat burglar – tight booty shorts leaving the crease of your asscheeks exposed, same way the deep dipping slit of the top lets your cleavage almost spill over.

He'll yank your head back with a fist riddled in your hair – looking down at you with that crazed smile you often see on the news, making your chest tight and breath thin – knowing you're in for a hell of a ride.

While other times – mostly to make you giggle – he’ll be the one impersonating a villain. But he’s only silly and cute when pinning you, poking fun with a smile while play-biting at your neck – telling you what shit luck you must have to find yourself in such an unfortunate situation and that he’s going to make you regret walking around without your hero-boyfriend to protect you.

You know it’s not all fun and games, though. You know there's some truth to it for him. You're not blind to the way he sees you as something in need of protecting. It's not exactly as though your supposed weaknesses, along with Katsuki’s temper, aren't two of the most argued subjects the two of you disagree on.

Secrets

impure thoughts/feeling/fantasies they have of you

He has many impure thoughts about you, but he’s all very shameless about expressing those. Ever the honest man, he’ll talk dirty like it’s nobody's business – whispering ever the salacious raunchiest desire right at your ear with a sharp smirk playing on his lips, so sharp you get snagged on it each and every time.

But, there are things he’ll keep to himself – certain stirrings in his stomach that confuse him. When your voice slips into that oh-so seductively sultry tone with your hand filtering through the spikes of hair atop his head, looking down at him with eyes full of love and this other something he’s not sure why makes him so quiet.

His heart goes absolutely feral with fluttering pounding then – even though he knows you’re just being silly – even though he knows you’re just out to pull his leg… He can’t help the chills of goosebumps that spread throughout him when you level him and say something along the lines of good boy~

You fluster him with that, and it’s all too clear with how he blushes bright red and adopts that sheepish look that’s so unlike him – and in the way his voice wavers when he tries and tells you to stop it with that shit.

Toys

do they have? which? when/how do they use them? on who?

One of the drawers in the bedroom is dedicated to Katsuki’s little collection.

Fluffy cuffs, silken ropes, chains, and tape – all meant to restrain you, as well as other complicated confinements such as spreader bars and armbinders and the like – along with other subjugating toys like leashes, collars, blindfolds, and gag balls – all heavy-duty hardcore means of bondage.

You couldn’t stop blushing the first time he introduced you to the kink – eyes wide and face heated – it actually robbed you of breath. Sure, you’d seen it in porn and felt sticky feelings of pleasure upon what you saw, but you’d never truly imagined it for yourself, at least not to the extent Katsuki was offering.

But he was asking so nicely – in such a sweet way you hadn't ever witnessed him do before – softly reassuring you that you could trust him and that he wouldn’t do anything without making sure you were comfortable with it first.

You couldn’t very well tell him no when you hadn’t even tried it first.

You don’t know what about it he enjoys so much – if it’s the fact that you’re completely pressed beneath his thumb or that you trust him enough to let yourself be – all you know for sure is that Katsuki has a smile on his face every time you have your body in a bind.

Sometimes you giggle and put the cuffs on him – and he’ll do a little muscle dance for you to keep you smiling, looking at you with that very deep red and playful look, watching you try and tease him with feather-light touches and chaste little pecks – waiting for him to snap, break free and punish you hard for being a little brat.

Underwear

on/off? normal/lingerie? naked? colors?

Of course, you make him groan when you wear those spicy intricacies of red lace and mesh – those fiery and flowery patterns of expense that leave little to the imagination and are better left off on the floor after he rips them off you.

But on the other hand – he thinks he finds you sexiest when you’re wearing comfy cotton boxers and no bra but hissignature black T-shirt with the skull print.

When you look like the very epitome of at home.

There’s just something about seeing you in comfy clothing – be it pajamas or his silly merch, or one of his shirts that just dwarfs you – it’s nice seeing you so natural around him. Clean of all makeup with a pair of fuzzy socks on your feet – looking goofy and cute as you shuffle over to him.

And there’s something very soothing about it, too, in how it feels so trivial and personal and right – reserved only for him, as though something you’re only comfortable with him seeing.

Volume

are they loud? what sounds do they make? or do they prefer your sounds instead?

It comes as no surprise that Katsuki’s a loudmouth even in bed when he is one everywhere else.

He’s full-throated, with rusty growls and groans, hunting your insides like a wolf chasing down prey – only getting louder the closer he comes, rutting against you hard and fast with his face buried in your skin, softly biting and panting out damp breaths while his hands clutch you tighter.

He likes the sound of your moans too. They drive him wilder – fueling the beast within – making him go rabid. A hand closing around your throat, feeling your noises strum against his palm. Mouth his name, and he loses all composure – hearing it drip, sticky sweet off your tongue, along with drool and a whine.

His head gets so hot and cloudy it becomes hard to think, only feel the pressure way down low in his pelvis, wanting to burst and bloom and spill and fill you up so good you get hearts in your eyes at the milky warmth.

Wild-card

something sexually specific to this character

There’s a lot of sweat. It’s a slippery sport for the two of you, and it’s only ever more wet come summertime.

But it’s quite a pretty site – the way it becomes like steam pilling and rolling off his tough glistening muscles, sparkly in droplets sprinkled on his tan sand-colored skin, dripping from the spikes in his hair like he’s melting.

It would have been more of a problem if it didn’t smell like sweet honeysuckle and caramel. Sweet yet somewhat burning to the taste, it’s almost like syrup and chili – and quite addictive, you confess while dragging your tongue over the dew on his chest, kissing the scars which paint him like a canvas, and licking your lips clean of the oils as he tugs you by your chin to look up at him.

You can tell he thinks it’s kind of gross – the way he leaves a damp print on the sheets after every sleep – or when the two of you walk together, and he doesn’t want to hold your hand. But you make sure to take him between your fingers, placing kisses to his knuckles – over those places where he’s split his skin on punches or torn and worn them on his quirk.

He’ll tell you that you look like a pet

X-rated

dirty talk

Curse words, grunting, and filthy little nothings make up most of Katsuki’s dirty talk – plus curt encouraging exclamations of yeah groaned breathily against your neck as the two of you melt against one another.

But it’s when he’s tipsy that his tongue really loosens.

Unknotting into something truly unlike him – lovey-dovey confession just pouring from his lips, mouthing at your skin with his head bowed.

And it’s not just him telling you how much he loves you – but much sappier stuff – angsty and almost just a little bit worrying stuff…

How he needs you to be his forever and never leave him, how you should just get pregnant with his kid already, quit your job and be his beautiful housewife who stays at home with the kids, waiting for him to come back from work and fuss over him when he finally walks through the door.

You giggle at him come morning – teasing him for all his silliness while he lies with his head drowned in a pillow and a hangover. You stroke his hair and ask if you should be the good housewife that you are and go bring him breakfast in bed – and he’ll groan at you to shut up.

Yandere

toxic/yandere traits

He knows he’s being insane, and he scolds himself for it – trying his best to keep it to himself and find ways to cope with it without burdening you.

But the truth is he finds your life outside him annoying.

He wished you’d leave all of it behind you once you moved in with him – but you’re still leaving for work on days he’s off duty and out with friends when he comes home. You still have people calling you when you’re eating dinner and others texting you when you’re having sex. You’ll bump into people you know when the two of you’re out and give his arm a little punch afterward, telling him how you wished he’d be a little nicer.

But the thing you don’t understand is that all those pesky friends of yours – all those old classmates and boyfriends and girlfriends and coworkers – they’re all competing for your attention. And it doesn’t always feel like he’s the one winning when you blow him off to hang out with them instead.

And aside from people, it’s your job that keeps you from him.

Some days he wonders if you’d say yes if he asked you to move out of the country with him. But you’re always going on about your carrier and your dreams, and he fears you’d resent him if he asked you to give it all up.

It bothers him to no end – hurts him – because if it were a choice to hang out with his friends or you, he’d pick youevery time. And when it comes to his job… he honestly thinks he’d give it all up if it meant you’d only ever look at him for the rest of your lives.

Zone

what part of you do they love the most?

Your voice and the look on your face when you say his name.

He hopes you always look at him that way. Softly yet vividly with a gentle smile shaping your lips – one which only widens the longer you look until fully blooming into something that tugs at his heart, giggling out something silly, like calling him a creep for staring at you for so long.

If only you knew… He could stare at you all day until sleep forced his eyes closed.

He gets so upset when he doesn’t get to see you. He pulls up his phone with a pout to FaceTime you, growling out a curse word if you don’t pick up – opening up photos for comfort instead.

He has no need to create or pick any album – he only ever takes pictures of you.

It’s mostly goofy pics of you eating food he’s made for you. Others where you’re sleeping – especially if you’re sleeping on or next to him. And a few more risqué shots, where you’re either dressed only in underwear or nothing at all. Plus, a couple of photos you’ve told him to delete – those where you’re sweaty and messy – with his cum drooping shut one eye, dripping off your cheek like glaze, running down your plump lips into your gaping mouth, landing perfectly on your welcoming tongue.

Still looking up at him with those eyes.

Those soft yet vivid eyes he can stare into forever.

tip-jar: Kofi

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lucapizzelles · 2 months

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I just spent like 3 ish hours trying to figure out a floor plan for the Marcovaldo household (the things that writing does to you) and I think I've got something at least. Somewhat comprehensible. Gonna be under a cut because there's a LOT because I just love yapping.

So we can start with the kitchen area, as that's what we see most of.

The first shot doesn't show much that's super useful, honestly, but it puts some perspective into play that I think is just helpful to look at. The next two, though, are VERY useful.

We can establish that the balcony is next to the stove area, which is adjacent to the wall with the window. I put a picture of the balcony from the outside, which faces the plaza, just to be anal tbh. So, now we can also establish that, in the beginning of the scene where they meet Massimo, the entrance Luca, Alberto, and Giulia enter into the kitchen is opposite of the plaza. And, as I noted a little, that window in the 4th image faces the sea. I've drawn out a mini kitchen floor plan (please excuse my handwriting):

Made an assumption that that is Massimo's bed, and I also marked the tomato just to really drill in that the balcony was the same balcony. I don't know why I needed to put so much convincing.

So that's nice right? This is the room that I'm the most confident in out of everything. But there's a lot more to the house. I looked at Giulia's room next, since that's the only other interior room that we see in the film.

So we can establish that that window of hers faces the sea, as it leads directly to the hide-out. Opposite to the window is her door, which you can see when she turns around in the scene where she shows Luca the woderful life of Education(tm) and also in that third screenshot a little bit. Also, based on placement of the windows from outside shots, that places her room behind the kitchen (if you are facing the house from the plaza).

Also note that mystery window. I have no idea what that window is, but it doesn't appear in Giulia's room and it doesn't appear in the kitchen, so it's safe to assume that there's a room between Giulia's and the kitchen. In the second image you can see it a bit more clearly, but it is also one panel wide, whereas the windows both in Giulia's room and in the kitchen are two panels. Also, in the third image (and in the very first image of this whole post) you can see there's a space cutting into the kitchen as well, which I didn't really properly point out earlier.

Floor plan #2 (note: there's no entrance to the mystery room, that's on purpose for now, just one sec):

In those notes I kinda skipped ahead a bit, so let's talk about that doorway for a sec.

There is absolutely some doorway there. Leading somewhere. You can argue that maybe that is a window (which, note (love saying 'note'), it would be facing a VERY close brick wall of the house neighboring the Marcovaldo's), but this makes that less plausible:

When Luca and Alberto enter the house, they come in from the right side, where that doorway would be. You can argue cartoon logic of appearing impossibly out of nowhere, but this movie hasn't really played into that too much (aside from the scene when Luca sees the alarm clock, but I'd argue that the movement he did there is definitely possible and not like rabbit out of the hat type of physics). It's pretty clear that the way you get into the kitchen in the house is by entering through whatever doorway that leads off to.

Also, in the image you can see I added some text. That's to point out that, not only is there a doorway to the right of the kitchen door (from the image pov), but there's also one to the left. It's clear that there is some light being let off from the left direction that is lighting up that little hallway they're in. Also, if you were to watch the scene in real time, the door casts a shadow to the right when Giulia opens it, confirming that there's definitely some light specifically coming from the left. So, that light has a high chance of coming from that mystery window room. I'm gonna say that that's where that room lies.

Going back to the doorway thing, something that that brings a bit of dilemma about:

There's like no space at all for that doorway to fit. The house pretty clearly has an external wall against where Massimo's bed is placed. My solution was that, given that we never see a perfect shot of that side of the house (**IN LUCA (2021). I HAVE TO COME BACK TO THIS IN A BIT.), there's just like,, a part that juts out.

Floor plan #3 (also now there's an entrance to ? room):

I also figured that there has to be some way to get up, so I was like "okay cool steps go somewhere in here."

Boom, Floor plan #4 and also where I was like "okay this is it.":

(Quickly, because I forgot I even noted it, the alley steps is in reference to where you can see some steps in an alleyway leading up towards where I figured the building would jut out. So, just for fun, not necessarily accepting that it was actually a part of the house, maybe those steps led up to a door that also reached that landing there.)

Also quickly, there is a side room on the house that I haven't brought up yet:

So, I originally saw that part of the house and then figured that maybe it simply wasn't apart of the Marcovaldo house because of the way those steps went up. I figured that if there was a structure directly above them, then there would be more shadow.

However, it wasn't until I saw THIS shot from Ciao, Alberto that made me go "oh shit."

Because it's legit just pushed back, but it's definitely still apart of the house. So, it makes sense that the shadow cast isn't super strong. That, and the architecture matches the house.

So, floor plan #6. I added in that little part of the house, but I still don't really know what it's for:

I started going "yeah, okay, yeah, awesome, let me just watch through Ciao, Alberto to make sure there's not any other ground breaking-"

It is pretty clear that there is nothing red jutting out from the side to allow room for the doorway I was talking about earlier. Remember this?

That ** was future me crying and ripping apart my other floor plans. HOWEVER!! There is still a random staircase in that little alleyway which also randomly cuts off at a certain point.

My next, and final, idea is this:

It's possible that that doorway they come in from is actually an external door leading into the house, and those steps lead to it. Also, in the scene right after Machiavelli attacks Luca and Alberto, the underdogs walk out of a side door leading into the backyard. It's possible that they went out that alley-door and then went back in through the pescheria's main entrance and THEN went out the side door, but they look pretty-freshly attacked aka little to no first aid and also they were leaving, so why would they go back into her house? I think there's still an internal staircase leading to that floor ALONGSIDE that external alley-door. This is also not even a rare thing, especially in houses where there's a business on the bottom and a living area on top. Even the house I grew up in actually had an external staircase alongside an internal one (granted, that's due to it being a somewhat-duplex, but still).

Also, I don't know what this area is.

But I've seen a few fics where Alberto's room was in the attic and I don't know why, but that appeals to me for some reason (though he's seen in Giulia's bed in Ciao, Alberto. shhhh..). Also that may or may not have been what sparked literally all of this. The way to access that has to be through an attic ladder in the kitchen. We never see a shot of the ceiling of the kitchen, though, so unfortunately that's just up to my imagination.

Also that mystery room could totally be a staircase. In the final floor plan you can see I wrote and then erased where I thought there might be steps. I erased it because I confused the laundry outside of the kitchen window with that little window. That could totally also be a staircase instead of in the top right corner. Go nuts. Actually, I think that makes more sense than the top right, anyway. It's like 12:30AM though now and I'm pretty sure I'm keeping my roommate awake so I can't draw any more floor plans.

PLEASE feel free to discuss or dispute or point out anything you think I missed or got wrong. I made this mostly for myself because I couldn't find a render of the house and I'm extremely anal when I write fics and needed just some guidelines to follow.

(Except, please don't go "haha you're overthinking this" or "sometimes you gotta accept that they probably didn't plan out the house fully and there's some plotholes." I know. I'm just having fun)

#luca 2021 #pixar luca #luca #hmm im hesitant to tag the character tags #luca worldbuilding #??? kinda

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bluewasthecolor · 1 year

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A Roller Coaster Kind of Rush

Word Count: 1,897

Warnings: None!

A/N: Based off this request! Also, I had meant to get this out about three weeks ago, but life got in the way (as it tends to do). I'm going to try and write some ficlets soon as well. I can't say this is my favorite thing I've written, but as always, let me know if you like it! Also, let me know if you want a part two!

Now

She says everything I need to hear, and it's like

I couldn't ask for anything better

You hadn’t meant to keep your new relationship a secret. It’s just that you and Alexia only talk at training now and you’d really rather not break the news in front of the whole team. You’re waiting for the right time, or, at least, that’s what you tell yourself. As it turns out, the right time is a random Wednesday in April. You’re walking hand in hand when, out of the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar blonde head on the other side of the street. It’s enough to make you turn your head fully, just in time to make eye contact with the Spaniard. She looks away almost immediately but you know she’s seen you, know she’s clocked the woman holding your hand. Alexia’s eyes, the ones you know so well, the ones that are normally so full of passion, have gone cold and distant. She continues to walk down the street, not looking back or acknowledging you in the slightest. Your girlfriend either hasn’t noticed the woman on the other side of the street or simply decides not to comment on it because she squeezes your hand and points to the café the two of you are passing.

“I’m hungry, babe. Can we stop in here?” You smile and nod, but are unable to give her your full attention. Alexia has lodged herself at the forefront of your mind and refuses to leave.

Alexia thinks she’s moved on until she sees you from afar, hand in hand with someone new. She’s gone on a few dates, dates that went well, but nothing’s stuck yet. Still, though, it has felt good to ‘get back on the horse’ as Mapi loves to say. It hits her like a freight train when she sees you (with her): she misses you. You’re walking on the other side of the street with some redhead who, in Alexia’s opinion, looks like the opposite of your type. She’s short, maybe 5’2”, and she’s definitely not a football player. She’s laughing at something you’ve said, resting her head on your shoulder, and presses a kiss to your collarbone. It’s so different from how you and Alexia were, so much softer, so much simpler. Just as Alexia is thinking this, as the jealousy is bubbling up inside her, you look across the street and make eye contact. You freeze, pausing for a moment, but then continue on as if you never even saw her. This is what hurts Alexia most. The fact that after everything you’ve been through, after every burning hour you spent together, you could be so cold.

When she sees you at training the next day, Alexia marches straight up to you. Her eyes are narrowed, her lips pursed, and you can tell what’s coming next. She has the same expression on her face as when she catches Mapi trying to prank her or when the training schedule gets changed without notice. If there’s one thing Alexia hates, it's surprises.

“You’ve got a new girl then?” The midfielder is standing in front of you now, hands on her hips.

“Yep. Didn’t know I had to issue a press release though.” “Is it…good? Do you like her?” You sense a bit of jealousy in Alexia’s voice and smirk before answering.

“It’s amazing. She’s perfect. She just…she gets me. We never fight, she’s always there when I need her. I hope you can find someone like that someday.”

Alexia is caught off guard by your comment but scrambles not to let it show through. She just nods and wanders off, leaving you more confused than ever. You hadn’t spoken that much about anything other than football in months–not since the break up. You’re both able to be civil on the pitch because it’s your job and you’re professionals (that and the fact that her injury has kept her out of training) but when it comes to anything other than work your relationship is nonexistent. It’s a stark contrast from the way your love felt and this is what both of you leave the conversation thinking about.

Then

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

“I can’t believe you. I can’t believe that this is the hill you’re choosing to die on.” Alexia snapped bitterly, turning on her heel and stalking away from you. She headed straight for the door, slamming it on her way out but you were hot on her heels.

“You can’t believe me?!” You asked incredulously, following her out into the street. It was pitch black and raining torrentially but neither of you cared or even seemed to notice. “I can’t believe you! We don’t get many days off and all I’m asking for is one fucking day that you aren’t consumed by your injury and that you can just be here with me. Is that too much to ask for?”

“You know it’s not that simple, Y/N. You know that this injury is all I can think about and you know how much it hurts that I can’t play right now. I’m sorry that my being injured has been an inconvenience for you but there’s not a whole lot I can do about that. This is how it is.”

“Don’t do that, Ale. Don’t pretend like I don’t understand exactly what you’re going through. I’ve been through this before, you know that. If you would just trust me I could—”

“You could what, Y/N? When you tore your ACL you were just starting out and it wasn’t just before a major international tournament, so I’m sorry if I don’t want to take your advice. I think our situations are just a little bit different.”

“Wow. Alright. Suit yourself then.” Your voice had gone small and you turned around slowly to walk back inside. Alexia sighed and caught your wrist with her hand. “No, Ale. I don’t want your apology right now.”

Luckily for you, she hadn’t been planning on apologizing. Instead, she pulled you into her and pressed her lips to yours. The tears on both of your cheeks mixed with the rain that was still falling and made the kiss uncomfortably wet, but the passion was undeniable. You clutched at one another, conveying all the emotions you could in the kiss. Eventually, you had to break away. Alexia looked at you, a question in her eyes. She wanted to know if the two of you were okay. She knew the kiss didn’t solve anything, knew it didn’t erase the hurtful words you’d exchanged, but she also knew it meant that not all was lost. You didn’t give her a verbal response, but you slipped your hand into hers and led her inside, giving Alexia all the confirmation she needed.

Little did you know, this was the beginning of the end.

Now

She can't see the smile I'm faking

And my heart's not breaking

'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all

Your run-in with Alexia at training makes you question everything. For the next couple of weeks you feel like you’re going through the motions but not really experiencing your life. You go on dates with your new girlfriend, meet her parents and her friends, but none of it feels real. She doesn’t know you like Alexia did, can’t tell that your passiveness is out of character for you. Eventually, though, you begin to pull away. She notices that. She even tries to confront you about it once or twice, is so earnest that you begin to feel bad, but you can’t bring yourself to change your ways. This is when she breaks up with you. The fact that it doesn’t hurt–not even a little bit–tells you everything you need to know. You miss Alexia. You miss her more than you knew was possible, more than you’ve ever missed anyone or anything.

A few days after the break up, you’re sitting at a café with Ingrid when you make a decision. She’s been rambling on about Mapi and just how special she is, and something about a trip back to Norway, when you realize that you don’t want to go another minute without Alexia being yours. “Do you know–” You start, interrupting Ingrid mid-sentence. She looks at you surprised. For the past month or so your weekly coffee dates have been mostly Ingrid talking, so she welcomes the interruption. “Has Mapi mentioned anything about Alexia lately? About anything she’s said?” “Oh, Y/N.” Ingrid’s eyes are soft, a bit apologetic. “Mapi and I promised one another when you two broke up that we wouldn’t get involved. We love you both dearly and we don’t want to interfere.” “Really, Ingrid? That’s all you’re gonna say?” “I’m sorry. But if you want to know anything you should talk to Alexia, not me.” The Norwegian taps your hand. You nod to yourself, and go back to your reminiscing as Ingrid launches back into her story about her girlfriend.

The Next Day

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

You pause outside Alexia’s door, willing yourself to knock. There are a number of factors that could go wrong here, you know this very well, but you’re willing to take that risk. Even if Alexia doesn’t want you back, even if she’s moved on, you need to know. Before you can muster up the courage, however, the door swings open. Alexia is clearly on her way out and she looks at you in surprise as she steps out the door.

“Y/N. What are you doing here?” “Are you–where are you going?” “I was just about to run some errands. I can wait if you need me to though. Is something wrong?” “No, no, nothing’s wrong but, um, if you could wait that would be good. I need to talk to you.” The Spaniard gestures wordlessly towards her flat and you follow her inside. It hasn’t changed since the last time you were there, since the night of the breakup. You wander to the couch and make yourself comfortable, while Alexia perches herself on the chair across from her. Her arms are folded and she looks at you expectantly.

“You said you needed to talk to me, so go ahead.”

“Right, right, sorry. So I don’t know if Mapi told you this but I got dumped.” At this, Alexia’s eyebrows fly up in surprise. Apparently Mapi was also taking the whole not getting involved thing seriously. “And here’s the thing, Ale. The breakup didn’t hurt at all. Like, not even a little bit. If anything it was a relief. That’s not how it’s supposed to feel, I know that because when we broke up…when we broke up I fell apart. I can’t do this without you, I don’t know how. You're everything to me. I've never felt anything close to what I felt–what I feel for you. And I know last time we fucked up and I know things need to be different if we try this again, but I need to tell you this now. I’m still in love with you. I want to try again, if you’ll have me.”

Alexia doesn’t say anything for a moment, but when you look up she’s crying.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #requests!!

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Ohhhh yay 🥰🥳

So my brain came up with this idea: Bucky is the leader of a werewolf pack (just like twilight haha I'm so sorry) and he gets fond of that one girl where he instantly feels a connection cause the wolves fall in love only once in a lifetime and he knows it's you. So when you get attacked by vamps one night he steps in saving you and bringing you to their camp to take care of you. Then you Kinda feel love at first sight as well and stay by his side ?

I love this but this is going to be a first for me, writing this type of AU so bear with me. Some A/B/O themes to do with the werewolf theme but not exactly an a/b/o fic. Just making up my own damn rules for this AU, so look the other way if something doesn’t make sense.

18+ cause smut but also lots of fluff, knotting, marking, protective Bucky with platonic protective Steve, Sam and Peter

He didn’t mean to watch you so closely but he couldn’t help it. Perhaps it was a part of his instincts to notice the finest details that surrounded him. Every day he saw you, there was something new that captivated him. The way the wind would tousle your hair. The way your nails were painted to match the shades of the fall. Whenever you bought your morning coffee, you bought a second one along with a muffin, handing it to the homeless man that stayed near by the coffee shop. Sometimes you’d spent a good few minutes talking to him before continuing with your day. You’d hold the hand of the elderly woman who was slowly crossing the street, making sure she made it across safely before you went off to wherever you were going.

You saw beauty in everything. Everyone.

You were beautiful.

Pure.

Bucky shook his head, turning back to the bar, wiping down a few glasses, though still sneaking glances at the window as you walked by. He’d first noticed you months ago, in the summer, blinking when he saw an unfamiliar but pretty face walking down the street, a bundle of sunflowers in your hand. His eyes lingered on you, smiling softly when you handed a little girl a flower before continuing down the street, disappearing around the corner. Bucky knew everyone around the area; after all it was his territory. The east belonged to his pack so he was curious about the sweet stranger he’d never seen before.

You didn’t seem to pose a threat so he didn’t dive into investigating you. The more often he saw you, the more he’d find to admire. It was late in the afternoon, meaning Bucky would only see you again closer to the end of his shift which would be around midnight. He felt his cheeks heat up when he realized he knew what your routine was.

Stop being creepy Bucky.

Hours went by, less than sober customers walking in and out, Sam, Steve and Peter were talking Bucky’s ear off about something he stopped paying attention to 20 minutes ago.

“...and that’s how I caught Clint in the vents, you should’ve seen his face”

“Caught in 4k, no cap”

“Why would he be wearing a cap”

“I’m going to move you all to the graveyard shift” Bucky groaned, barely focused on their conversation, mostly because he lost track of whatever Peter was referencing, 15 references ago. He glanced at the clock, only a few more minutes left until he was off. It also meant you would be passing by his bar soon enough. Which is why he frowned when he didn’t see you. For the past few months, Bucky noticed you’d always walk home, something he wasn’t very fond of but it’s not like he could do anything about it. The area was generally safe but it wasn’t perfect, especially at night.

Bucky shoved the uneasiness he felt to the back of his mind; you had a life outside of the moments he saw you. You could have taken a cab or gone home with a friend. Maybe you look a different route. Maybe you made plans. He thought of 101 reasons as to why he didn’t see you to try convince himself he was worrying over nothing. Bucky grabbed his jacket, heading out into the cool night, the moon softly lighting the empty streets.

Something felt off.

The worry he felt when he didn’t see you hadn’t ceased and for some reason the feeling was growing.

She’s fine.

She’s made it home safe.

You don’t even know her-

Bucky stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to a faint sound he heard near a pitch black alleyway. He took two steps towards it, only to hear silence filling the air.

Until he heard it again.

He knew he heard something, a pained whimper so quiet, he almost thought he imagined it. The hairs on his neck stood up, something not feeling right, bounding towards the source of the sound. His pupils dilated to scan the dark area, eyes growing wide when he saw the sight before him.

“Quiet!” John hissed, his teeth grazing your cheek. “Such a pretty lookin’ princess” he whispered, his fangs glistening under the moon light, his finger tracing along the column of your neck. “Hold her still” He grumbled while his friend kept their hand firmly over your mouth, their other arm wrapped around your arms and waist.

“Been watchin’ ya sweet heart” Valentina purred, trailing a sharp nail down your cheek, a sinister smile on her face watching you struggle, “These young ones are hungry” She sat back on a crate, crossing her legs, while the blond grabbed a fist of your hair, craning it back to expose your neck. “Go on, make it quick before one of the mongrels find us” She spat, venom in her voice, feeling a sense of uneasiness roaming the streets they were forbidden to set foot in.

“Ladies first” John smirked while Sharon hummed, smacking your cheek when as you struggled, trying to break free. “This will be a lot easier if you’d just fucking-

She stopped mid sentence, her eyes darting around her, the sudden scent of pinewoods and cedar evading her senses. A snarl tore through the air, your eyes falling on a white wolf along with three others growling and stalking towards your attackers, the largest white one bounding towards you, pinning John underneath him. Sharon tried to grab you, her nails digging into your skin, only to be torn off by another wolf, dragging her by the ankle. You fell to the floor, gasping when the smallest wolf came to your aid, standing guard in front of you, warning for the others to back off. You couldn’t place what it was but there was something distinct about each wolf, it was almost as if you could see their different personalities.

“Fuck-” John tried to throw the large animal off him, heaving at the weight that sunk into his chest.

“You don’t belong here” The white wolf let out a deep growl, claws piercing into his chest, breaths heavy, fanning on his face, sharp teeth on full display. All you heard was a growl but John seemed to understand what it meant, frantically nodding his head. “Leave now, take the rest with you” He understood the low rumble to be a final warning for them to leave if they wanted to stay alive.

“Lets go!” Valentina had already jumped to the top of the building, not waiting for the rest, the group running off into the night, leaving you half bleeding and scratched on the ground. John gasped for air, scrambling off the floor as he managed to climb up a fire escape, striding across the rooftops to follow the rest.

Your heart stopped as the white wolf turned to face you, taking slow calculated steps, as if to show you he meant no harm. He was beautiful with piercing sapphire blue eyes and thick white fur. Your eyes grew wide, your breath catching in your throat as he began to shift, fur disappearing replaced with brunette hair, limbs now muscular arms and legs. There was no longer a wolf before you, a tall handsome stranger standing in its place. It was just you and him in the alleyway; the other three wolves who had protected you had trailed after your attackers to ensure they left the territory.

“Are you okay?”

“Who-who are you” You whispered, trembling in the corner as Bucky approached you, his teeth no longer sharp, eyes now a soft shade of blue. He carefully stepped towards you, kneeling on the ground to help you sit up, his touch gentle. “Please don’t hurt me-”

“I won’t hurt you” He smiled softly, resting his hand on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Your mind was still reeling over what you had just seen, your head feeling dizzy from the deep cuts that ran along your arm. The skirt of your dress had ripped, nicks covering your knees from where you fell.

“But-you-” You stumbled over your words, your heart still rapidly beating out of your chest, “You were just-”

“Fluffy and walking on four legs?” He gave you a playful smirk, his smile dropping when he noticed your eyelids grow heavy, your body exhausted. “You’re really hurt”

“M’okay” You rasped but you knew you were far from it. The area where you were scratched began to burn and you didn’t understand why. You let out a whimper of pain, clutching onto him as the pain worsened. Bucky’s heart broke, the need to protect you and take care of you overbearing all his other senses. He tucked you against his body, not thinking twice about his decision to bring you back with him.

“Come with me doll, we’ll take care of you” His voice was soft, soothing, like a warm blanket covering you. You gave him a faint nod, melting into his hold as he lifted you into his arms with ease. Something about him brought you a sense of calm you had never felt before.

It was the same feeling you felt when you stepped into your home after a long day. The feeling of slipping into a warm bath. The feeling of fresh sheets and a cool pillow. The first sip of hot chocolate on a cold day. Soul soothing.

You slipped in and out of consciousness, as he carried you through towards the forest that surrounded the area, his scent of pine and something distinctly him bringing you comfort. The soft crunch of twigs crunched beneath his footsteps as he walked down the trail towards a clearing.

Tall beautiful log cabins surrounded the camp, the area completely hidden from the outside world. Bucky managed to open the door to his cabin while still holding you close, setting you down carefully on the couch before frantically calling Wanda. By the time Wanda was knocking on his door, you were completely unconscious, bruises starting to form on your skin, your breathing slowed.

“She was attacked” Bucky stayed by your side while Wanda looked you over, running her hands carefully over your injures.

“Vampires?” She asked Bucky, flecks of red flashing across her eyes when Bucky nodded. “What are they doing here”

“They’ve been watching her” Bucky swallowed thickly, the sense of dread returning when he thought about what could have happened if he hadn’t found you in time. “They were going to feed...”

“Leave it to them to prey on the most vulnerable” Wanda shook her head in disgust, scanning the shelves for all the medicines she’d made. She grabbed a small vial, squeezing a few droplets out onto your skin, wrapping the scratches with a soft cloth. “She’ll be okay, just needs to rest. They didn’t bite her so she won’t be affected in anyway. Just keep an eye on her throughout the night in case she’s in any pain”

Bucky nodded, thanking Wanda as she left. You stirred, the oil on your arm starting to sting making you groan in pain.

“Doll, are you alright? What hurts” Bucky was at your side in an instant, eyes clouded with worry. You clutched onto your arm, curling into a ball, biting your lip waiting for the pain to cease.

“Just stings, that’s all” You tried to bear the sting, letting out a strained groaned as the pain radiated more. It seemed to come in waves, pulsing through your body. Bucky crouched beside you so he was at eye level with you, his hand gently skimming over your covered scratches. You relaxed for a moment at his touch, your eyes meeting his pretty blue ones.

“It’s the healing oil. It stings more because...” Bucky bit his lip, pausing and choosing his words carefully, “Well, the medicines were made for-for our kind?” He gave you a lopsided smile, “It’s very potent”

“Your kind?” You cocked your head, urging him to continue though there was only so much left to explain after you’d literally seen him shift from wolf to human.

“Werewolf” He grinned; you could hardly believe moments ago his perfect teeth were razor sharp.

“Werewolf?” You repeated, still struggling to take in everything that had happened in the past few hours. You’d always felt an intense unexplainable energy in the air since you’d moved to the area but you were not expecting werewolves. Or vampires for that matter. Bucky chuckled at your wide eyes, helping you sit up.

“Not Jacob from Twilight werewolf” He playfully rolled his eyes while you giggled, “A real werewolf sweetheart”

“Ah, of course, so more Mason from Wizards of Waverly place” You giggled, half expecting yourself to wake up from whatever strange dream this was. “tell me more”

“Hmm” Bucky thought, not knowing where to start, a part of him worried you’d be scared off, though you didn’t seem to be uncomfortable around him. “We’ve lived here for generations, the territory is ours. We don’t typically reveal ourselves to the outside world. We don’t have to wait for a full moon to change, we can do it any time. We shift according to our places in the pack”

“And what's your place in the pack”

“Leader” He smiled softly, proud of his pack, the family he loved more than himself.

“Thank you by the way”, your fingers skimming over a few scratches that were on his hands, previously large paws when he had fought off Walker, “For saving me...” You realized you didn’t know his name.

“Call me Bucky, doll”

Bucky insisted you sleep in his room though you refused, not wanting to impose. He laid out his softest and warmest blankets and coziest pillows, creating a safe space for you to sleep in. You gasped, looking at the way he’d set everything up, it almost resembled a nest of blankets and pillows. He wanted you to be as comfortable as possible, giving you some of his clean clothes to sleep in after you showered. You fell asleep instantly, his soft scent all over the bed lulling you into a peaceful slumber as soon as your head touched the pillow.

Bucky made his way back outside to check on Steve, Sam and Peter, rolling his eyes when he saw they were perfectly fine, the three nursing beers while sitting on the stairs of his cabin.

“What the hell are you-”

“So this is who you’ve been keeping an eye on” Sam smirked, nudging Bucky’s shoulder while Steve and Peter shared shit eating grins.

“Shut up Sam”

“See? He didn’t deny it!”

“So what, you’ve been watching me?” Bucky cocked and eyebrow while Sam scoffed.

“Please. You’re always looking out the window like a love sick puppy”

Bucky was able to control many things with his body but he couldn’t for the life of him control the blush that spread across his cheeks.

“I didn’t know alpha’s could blush” Steve cackled while the rest joined, each poking fun at the way his cheeks reddened more.

“I’m going to sleep, or so help me God-” He shook his head, going back inside and laying on the couch. He couldn’t help the butterflies that fluttered around his tummy, the sweet sunshine he loved to see everyday was there.

In his home.

In his bed.

In his clothes.

...

Calm down Bucky.

He made sure to periodically check on you like clock work, not getting a wink of rest through the night, not when you had been hurt. He loved the way you looked, curled up in his bed, sleeping soundly. A flash of anger pulsed through him when his eyes fell on your bandages. Those that hurt you. It’d be a problem for another day but he’d fine a permanent solution to that problem very soon.

*****

You blinked awake, the delicious scent or fresh berries and pancakes wafting through the air. You felt warmth creep up your cheeks when you found another fresh set of clothes placed by the bed along with a brand new tooth brush and a towel. You mentally scolded yourself for the way your heart tried to skip at his acts of kindness, but you couldn’t help it.

There was something about him.

You quickly got changed, padding down to the table where stacks of pancakes were piled high along with cut up berries. Bucky grinned when he saw you, his heart fluttering again at the way his Henley hung loosely on you.

“Good morning doll, how you feeling”

“Better, again thanks to you” You felt giddy over his handsome smile and yet a sense of calm whenever you were near him. You couldn’t understand why you felt so comfortable around his presence. He was a stranger to you yet you felt like you’d found your place. You’d known him for less than 24 hours but there was a connection. Around him, you felt protected. Cared for. Perhaps it was the fact that he was the leader, so naturally he had a very protective nature. That had to be it, it’s not like you were special to him.

You repeatedly had to remind yourself to stop gazing at him because there was another issue. It’s not like you were blind. Bucky was gorgeous. You loved his scruffy beard and dark hair, what you wouldn’t give to run your fingers through his soft-

What-

You blinked, clearing the rogue thoughts that tried to probe your mind, distracting yourself with breakfast instead.

“I didn’t know werewolves liked pancakes” You teased, ignoring the way your skin heated up, popping a berry into your mouth.

“I like to eat lots of things, doll” Bucky smirked at the way you moaned, licking off a droplet of the berry juice that stained your lips. Your pretty lips. Soft. Supple. Kissable. Would look even prettier wrapped around his co-

He shook his head, hoping to get his mind out of the gutter, why was he like this. A knock on the door made you jump while Bucky rolled his eyes, grabbing a few more plates before making his way to the door.

“For fucks sake, even on a Saturday” Bucky mumbled to himself, knowing damn well the three idiots he called friends would have smelled him making breakfast from 3 cities away, let alone a few cabins down. You heard the voices of a few men, two large men about the size of Bucky entered the kitchen along with another who looked much younger.

“Y/n, this is Steve, Sam and Peter”

You instantly recognized the three as the very same ones who had came with Bucky the day you were attacked. All three of them were as sweet to you as Bucky but you couldn't help but find Peter the most adorable, who managed to eat the most out of everyone. They happily raided the kitchen, passing each other glances you couldn't pinpoint, each look making Bucky more flustered.

“You protected me” You smiled at Peter, who blushed, stuffing another pancake into his mouth while Sam shook his head in disgust.

“It was nothing, we’re just happy you’re safe” Peter preened at your praise, finishing the last of what was on the table.

“Barnes, Peter ate everything again”

“For fucks sake-”

Bucky didn’t let you lift a finger the entire morning, serving you everything you wanted and clearing the table away. In fact, he didn’t let you do anything that day. Or the next. Or the day after that. A week. Two weeks. He wanted to make sure you were completely okay before letting you leave. He was there to take care of anything you needed, cleaning and applying the oil to your cuts, redressing the bandages. Getting you fresh clothes. Fluffing out your bed so it’d be warm and cozy. While you adored the warmth of his bed, you couldn’t help but wish he’d just stay with you instead. He’d introduced you to the rest of his pack, everyone happy to have you around when they saw the way his cheeks would tint pink when you sat beside him.

You’d both spent countless hours each night, talking by the fire place or walking in the moonlight. Each night, he’d make sure you were comfortably tucked in before crashing on the couch, occasionally morphing into his wolf form and curling up by the door just to be extra safe.

Bucky wasn’t sure why he was so drawn to you. What started as admiring you from afar was now making his heart beat faster. Skin warmer. He knew the feeling was far more intense than just friendship. He felt a bond. Something that pulled him to want you by his side forever.

For you to be his mate.

It was rare for werewolves to find a mate that wasn't a werewolf like himself but here was. In love with you. He never felt a pull like this towards someone else. Everything he felt was 10 times stronger than before, growing more and more with each day he spent with you.

*****

“I know it’s been a few days but...maybe you should stay a little longer?” Bucky knew there was truthfully no reason for you to stay any longer; the wounds had completely healed and you were perfectly fine.

Still...

"Are you sure?" You bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to curl up in his arms for the night as he stood by the bedside, handing you one of his sweaters.

"Of course, I-I don't want anything to happen to you, so just to be safe" He smiled softly, itching to just crawl into bed with you and snuggle.

“Bucky, you-you don’t have to sleep on the couch” You sat up just as he was about to leave, your heart beating a little faster when he stopped and turned around. "You can sleep here"

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, moving over slightly and lifting the covers up so he could lay beside you. At the start of the night Bucky was as still as a statue, worried you'd find it odd if he got too close, making sure there was distance between you both before he closed his eyes.

Of course, even in his sleep he sought you. You sighed contently at the feeling of his arm wrapping around you waist, pulling you close to his chest, his face burying into your neck, a happy low rumble emitting from his chest at the way you felt in his arms. He nuzzled his face into your skin, keeping you flush against him the entire night, hoping the sun would ride just a little bit later.

Every night, your cuddles became a little more intimate. You'd start off at opposite ends of the bed, only to find yourself tangled in each other each morning. Hands would wander a little more each time with gentle touches and a few extra kisses.

****

"Just come cuddle" You giggled as he scooted over, giving up on trying to sleep at the other side of the bed. Bucky smiled, pulling you to lay on his chest, his hand slipping past your shirt, gently stroking your spine. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, loving the way your skin felt on his lips. He didn't want to stop, continuing to trail kisses down your face, holding you a little tighter, the need to have you completely growing stronger. His eyes locked with yours, nervously leaning down, smiling against your lips as you closed the gap between you both.

His hands carded through your hair, deepening the kiss, his tongue tracing your lips, slipping into your parted mouth. He couldn't help himself, rolling you both over so you were pinned under him, dominating the kiss till you both needed air. Your eyes grew wide feeling his length pressing against your tummy, hips rutting slightly, fighting himself from stuffing you full of him.

"Buckyy" You panted from under him, gripping onto his arms, spreading your legs further for him. The needy whine that fell from your lips made him growl, he could smell how aroused you were, his cock painfully hard in his sweats. "Need you"

“I-I don’t want to hurt you” He whispered, his mind conflicted over wanting you so badly but also worried his hurt you with his strength. He nearly whimpered feeling the warmth of your core pressed against him, your thighs squeezing the sides of his waist.

“You won’t hurt me Bucky” Your eyes were pleading with him, needing this just as much as he did, he only had so much self restraint.

“Let me taste you?” He crawled down, his fingers skimming around the waist band of the boxers he had given you to wear, pulling them down as you nodded. He threw his own shirt off before settling between your legs, spreading your pussy apart, his hunger for you growing at the way you glistened under the dimly lit room. "You smell so sweet, angel"

You felt shy under his intense gaze as he looked up at you while kissing the soft flesh of your thighs. Bucky nearly growled as soon as his tongue flicked across your clit, feeling the way it throbbed each time he licked you. His lips sealed around your sensitive nub, alternating between lapping up your arousal and toying with your clit, suckling and kissing you, moaning when he felt your hands tug at his hair.

"Grind on my face sweets" Bucky threw your legs over his shoulders, urging you to push his face down deeper, the greedy side of him wanting to suffocate between you legs. You squeaked when he guided your hand to pull at his roots, a feral look flashing in his eyes when you hesitantly pulled a little harder, his eyes rolling back.

"Just like that baby, I'll use my tongue all over this pretty pussy, just show me how" He groaned as you pushed his head down, your back bowing off the bed feeling his tongue slip inside you, drinking every drop you gave him.

"Bucky, need you-" Your body felt hot, pussy clenching and throbbing, aching for him to fill you. He kissed up your body, throwing the rest of your clothes off before lining himself up with your entrance, his breath fanning over your face.

"Sweetheart, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself" He stroked your forehead, his cock leaking against your pussy. "It's more than just- I can't explain it-

You smashed your lips against his, squeezing your legs around his waist tighter, cutting off his nervous rambling. "Please, I want you, want to feel you Bucky, all over you"

"M'right here angel, you have me" He let out a shuddered breath as he started to press into you, moaning against your neck once he was fully sheathed inside you. He moved slowly, rocking his hips while his nose tracing against the column of your neck, his hands moving to fist the sheets. He could feel them tear under his grip, your tight pussy and sweet scent awakening something primal.

“Doll...” He groaned in your ear, his cock swelling more with each thrust, “Baby, I-

He let out a desperate growl, his hands balled into fists, his corded back muscles tensed, holding back from pounding you into the mattress. You could feel his cock grow harder, stretching you more, the swollen tip rubbing against your sweet spot making you gush around him.

“What is it” You whispered, your thumb caressing his scruffy cheek, your soft touch only making it more difficult for him to hold back.

“Fuck baby” It almost hurt him, desperately wanting you to be all his, his tongue licking and nipping your neck, biting his lip to keep from sinking his teeth in. “Want you to be mine”

“I'm yours Bucky” You carded your fingers through his hair, grazing his scalp, making him growl, the soft color of his eyes now an intense sapphire blue and glowing. Bucky gently nipped your neck, holding back how badly he wanted to claim you, mark you, the smooth canines of his teeth growing sharper the more you moaned for him.

"Y-you don't understand sweets, I want-I want you forever"

"You have me Bucky" You clenching around him, your moans broken as the band in your belly tightned more. Bucky grinded his hips down, desperate to be as deep inside you as possibly, the coiled hair at the base of his cock rubbing your clit, warmth spreading through your body. "I'm-I'm gonna-

"Cum for me angel, I need it, need it baby, cum for me please" He moaned with you, his hand flying to the headboard, the wood splintering and cracking under his grip. He started to chase his own high, speeding his thrust's up, his balls slapping your ass grunts growing deeper.

"M'gonna cum baby" He could hard speak, too consumed and overwhelmed by the way he felt inside you, his cock swelling and throbbing, spurts of precum already soaking your pussy.

"Cum Bucky!"

"You're mine" He panted, his forehead resting on yours, "Say it sweets, say you'll always be mine?"

"M'yours" You nodded, kissing his nose, your hands cupping his face, "All yours Bucky, make me yours"

"Oh FUCKK" Bucky moaned against your neck, his teeth grazing your soft skin, biting just enough to to mark you without hurting you, gently licking the area after while he continued to moan and whine, his orgasm unending. "All mine"

You both laid tangled in the sheets, going for a few more rounds until the sun came up. You shivered at the feeling of his hands trace over your skin, your whole body sensitive from how many times he had you cum all over his cock. His hands. His face. There was a feeling of security surrounding you as you laid on his chest, the faint mark on your neck tingling.

“Will you be my mate?” Bucky whispered shyly, blushing more at your giggle while you sat up slightly, your nose bumping against his.

"Even if I'm not a werewolf? " You teased while Bucky playfully rolled his eyes, nipping you again.

“Of course, how else will I protect you bunny” He let out a growl, cocking his eyebrow while you squealed, finding yourself flipped under him again. "You'll stay with me sweetheart?"

"Even if I can't change into a giant a fluffy puppy like you under a full moon?"

"Yes"

"Even if I can't hear Sam sneaking into the house for breakfast from 3 houses down"

"We'll work on that"

"Do I always have to rub your belly and feed you my peanut butter treats when you turn into a pouty little werewolf, pretending to be a big scary leader to everyone else"

"Yes and now that you know that secret, you have to stay" Bucky grinned, his hopeful eyes shining brighter when you cupping his face, kissing him deeply.

"I already told you, I'm all yours"

****

Imagine the utter joy the rest of the pack get from how soft Bucky is for you. They're so used to seeing him unmoving and broody but now theres flowers around his cabin and the blush is just part of his face now. Steve and Sam help move some of your things over to Bucky's, more than happy to have you around because now there's even more food for them to eat.

Nothing turns you on more than when he goes into protective mode. His eyes glow. His muscles tense. The growl that rumbles from deep in his chest makes your thighs squeeze together. He keeps you by his side, always touching you, his hands lingering on your waist, toying with your hair or playing with your fingers.

It's not often he fully transforms but when he does, its because someone got too close to you.

You can't help but giggle when you see him transform into his werewolf form because he's beautiful and scary, teeth barred out, claws flexed out, but only you know how adorably cuddly he is when he's just alone with you. He nudges his head against your hand, whining for you to give him attention, he's three times your size but his tail swishes about like a playfully puppy.

Theres no doubt you're the best thing thats ever happened to him.

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totallyveryallosexual · 1 month

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I see a lot of people say that people self diagnose neurodivergence because it's "quirky" or cool or something, which shows a lack of understanding of self diagnosis that I would like to correct.

1. I personally do not think I have autism because I "saw a tiktok and related to it". I think I have autism because I fulfill the diagnostic criteria that I have looked into extensively. I have sensory difficulties. I get overwhelmed by sound, and light, and the wrong fucking texture un my clothes or food. I was made fun of my entire childhood for "taking things too seriously", and I took what people said at face value, because I took things far too literally. I spent my entire childhood figuring out how to act normal, how to say the right thing at the right time so I wouldn't be made fun of or excluded. I am extremely comforted by various types of stimming, but was punished as a child for anything considered fidgety or abnormal. I love biology, and can infodump to you about genetics (special interest) for hours. This is an interest that can be considered abnormal, and it has consumed most of my available brain space for many years. Also, every single autistic person I've ever met has clocked me in about five seconds and immediately told me I have autism. The truth is, people don't self-diagnose themselves with a highly stigmatized disorder unless it is seriously impacting their lives.

2. Autism, especially in girls and bipoc, is often missed. If they can learn to mask it, it doesn't get diagnosed. I got straight A's all throughout high school, and I had teachers tell me that they thought I had autism, but that it was probably fine because it didn't impact my academics or my life. Spoiler alert: it did! People think that when a seemingly functional person claims to have autism, they are hopping on a trend, but most of the time, they are suffering. I was depressed and sometimes suicidal before I figured out I had autism. I got called a psychopath for things that should have been recognized as symptoms of autism, and a lot of the time I believed it because I didn't have any other words for myself. Our society is shitty and if you aren't a little cis white boy, it's much harder to get diagnosed.

3. Diagnosis is expensive, and hard to access! A lot of people don't realize that it's a privilege! It costs a lot of money to get diagnosed, money that not everyone can afford. It's also hard to get a diagnosis because of social stigma, especially if you figure out you have some form of neurodivergence under the age of 18. I'm a month shy of being a legal adult, and I know that while I'm working towards it, it will be a while before I can get properly tested and diagnosed. My mother, who would scream if she ever saw me wearing noise cancelling headphones in public, is not going to help me get a diagnosis. My mother, who has thrown what can practically be considered temper tantrums over me stimming (literally just tapping my fingers against each other) is not going to help me get a diagnosis. The children of parents who aren't ready to give up their image of a perfect child and think autism can be wished away don't have the same access to diagnosis as the children of parents who are willing to work with them and contribute financially, and neither does any adult who has gotten through life alright but struggles financially because They Have A Disability!!!

In conclusion, don't shame people who diagnosed themselves. I absolutely think the end goal should always be to work toward a professional diagnosis, but that isn't always feasible for people, and we can't sit around slowly drowning in the meantime. If you are worried about self diagnosed people taking away resources: guess what, there are no resources!

Self-diagnosis shouldn't be quick. It comes after a long time spent diving through symptoms and diagnostic criteria. But it gives people without access to diagnosis the ability to nonetheless understand themselves better. For me, it means being able to say "I'm overstimulated, I'm going to find a quiet place" instead of sitting and suffering. It means being able to say "I'm going to sit on the floor instead of my desk, because that grounds me and stops me from spiralling". It means stimming when I'm overwhelmed, and stopping when I need to, all without shaming myself or thinking of myself as lesser for not being able to do things I was told I should be able to.

#long post #autism #autistic #peer reviewed autism #undiagnosed autistic #undiagnosed neurodivergent #neurodivergence #neurodivergent

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A farewell leads to many tears and emotions as Jake departs from his short-lived visit to Maryland. The appearance of the ‘L’ word makes the feelings even more complicated as Jake leaves his witchy woman behind, then beginning their countdown for Atlanta. Little do they know the calm before the storm is rapidly coming to an end.

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Pairing: jake kiszka x f!reader

Word count: 8.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (like right under the cut), unprotected sex (wrap it up), fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), slapping, hair pulling, some begging, dom/sub type shit, overstimulation, slight name calling, mirror sex (idk if there’s a name for that), swearing, sad stuff, a bit of angst, ldr issues, cute brotherly activities, sorry if i miss any!!

i just couldn’t wait to write the smut for any longer 😞 so most of this is just filthy with some fluff at the end. next chapter is a heartbreaker so pre-warning for that. also, sorry if the smut isn’t top notch, I stopped writing it for a really long time and im just recently getting back into it. also thank you all so much for the love you’ve given to this series, you make my heart happy 🫶🏻 as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!

“How long?” You panted, looking across your bed to the alarm clock on your side table. Jakes fingers were fumbling with the button on your jeans, desperate to get you out of them.

“Two hours,” he mumbled, hauling your hips off the mattress. You held the position, making it easier for him to slip your pants off. He tossed them on the ground, hands immediately finding their way back to your body. His fingertips brushed over your bare thighs, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Do we have time?” You questioned. He paused, looking up at you through his hair.

“Do you want me to stop?” The look in his eyes sent a rush of emotion straight to the pit of your stomach. You managed a small shake of your head. “Didn’t think so.” He resumed his earlier work, hooking his fingers through your panties and pulling them off in the same manor as your jeans. You sat up, catching him off guard for a moment. You reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, letting him know you wanted it off. He didn’t move, only watched you. You learned the hard way he was never willing to give you what you wanted so easily. You challenged him, refusing to lay back down and continuing to try and rid him of his t-shirt. He grabbed your wrists in his hands, forcing them away from his body. “Behave,” He warned. Before he returned to touching you, he swiftly took his shirt off. You were well aware that even if you were bratty with him, you were likely to get what you wanted eventually. He had a hard time saying no to you.

You backed down, letting your hands fall on your stomach as you laid back again. “I just want you, Jake.” You whispered, looking up at him with an innocent look in your eyes. He let out a long exhale through his nose, closing his eyes for a moment to contain himself. He bent down over you, pulling you chin up gently, and pressed his lips to yours. You savoured the sweetness, aware that it wouldn’t last for very long. Not that you minded, of course. He slipped his hands under your shirt, pulling it upwards. You lifted your back from the bed, allowing him to slip it over your head. When you were completely naked, he leaned down and placed another kiss on your lips. Before he broke away, he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to cause a gasp from you, but not enough to hurt you.

It was Jake’s last day in Maryland, and the fear of being alone again was taking hold of you like never before. You both had just returned from your last breakfast date, wasting no time trying to enjoy each other in the most intimate way possible. In the time he spent there, he’d gotten to know all of your siblings and roommates. You were lucky enough to really get to know his brothers, too. More than anything, it felt like a dream come true. You’d all managed to become your own little family within a few short days. You’d even brought Jake to breakfast with your parents, wanting nothing more than for him to meet them, too. He fit in like he was always meant to be a part of your life, and everyone adored him almost as much as you did. The acceptance from your family made it so much easier to love him, but it wasn’t like you had trouble with it in the first place.

After making it official the night he’d arrived, you wasted no time catching up on the weeks you’d missed out on. In short, that really meant that you were glued to the hip with Jake, and that you were having sex any time you got the chance. The first time it was pretty vanilla, both too nervous to overstep any boundaries. It didn’t take long for the dynamic to shift, realizing quickly that both of you wanted more than that. That lead to a long, intense conversation about the do’s and don’ts in the bedroom, which then lead to a lot of experimenting in the little time you had with him. As sad as you were that Jake was leaving, a small part of you was relieved that you’d have a chance to give your body a break. Although you were worn down, you had to admit the sex was fantastic; better than any you’d ever had. He was very selfless, even if he was quite dominant. He wasn’t concerned about himself until you got off, first.

“How many times do you think I can get you off before I go?” There was a smirk adorned on his face, now. Cockiness was radiating from him. You thought it might be fun to play with him a bit.

“If you can get me off at all.” You teased. The joking tone in his features disappeared immediately, replaced with something you couldn’t quite read.

“Watch it, or I won’t fuck you. I’ll get on that plane and leave you here like this.” He taunted, voice low. You felt a rush of arousal run through you, suddenly aware of the aching between your legs, desperate to be touched by him. You knew he didn’t mean it, but you weren’t willing to call his bluff. When you didn’t answer, he traced his fingers over the inside of your thigh, using a small amount of force to push your leg to the side. Your breath caught in your throat as he inched closer to your heat, trying hard to avoid letting him know how eager you were. He noticed the small reaction, a smile creeping on to his lips. He ensured that he studied every intimate detail about you over the last few days, wanting to know you better than anyone else ever had. “You wouldn’t want that, would you?” You shook your head, eyes glued to his face. His jaw clenched slightly, landing a small smack to your thigh. “Use your words.”

“N-no, Jake.” He cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrow. He lifted his hand, removing his touch from you completely before you realized your mistake. “No, sir.” You said a bit more confidently.

“That’s it, baby.” He sighed, resuming his touch on your thigh. He inched closer to you, on his knees between your legs. His bottom half was still fully clothed, making you believe that the situation was a bit unfair. His erection stood prominently against the fabric of his jeans, begging for attention. You stopped yourself from reaching out for him again, knowing that it wouldn’t get you anywhere. He was nothing if not stubborn in the bedroom. His fingers reached your cunt, running them through your folds and gathering the wetness, clearly pleased at what he was doing to you. “All of this is for me?” He hummed, spreading your arousal to your clit and rubbing feather light, slow circles. The friction was minuscule, but any touch from him was enough to give you satisfaction. You let out a quiet moan, making Jake’s movements stutter. Before, he believed he’d already heard the prettiest sounds in the world. After hearing your moans, he was confident that no sound could ever compare.

He applied a bit more pressure, watching your face for a reaction. When you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, he was pleased enough to slip a finger in you. It was painfully slow, barely enough to give you any relief, but you kept your mouth shut. All it took was one wrong word and he would stop completely, and that was the last thing you wanted. Eventually, he added another finger, pumping slowly while his thumb brushed over your clit. You let in a sharp breath, finally feeling a bit of alleviation from his movements. He leaned down, mouth ghosting over your exposed collarbones. He landed on a spot he’d become very acquainted with, sucking little marks into the skin. By now, you were already covered in them. He just wanted to leave you with a reminder of his mouth. His teeth grazed over the sensitive surface. The feeling, mixed with the movement of his hands, caused you to buck your hips forward. You tried to stop it but he’d already noticed. Instead of chastising you for it, he let his mouth fall downwards onto your breast, pulling one of your nipples between his teeth. His tongue flicked over it, eliciting another soft sound from your mouth.

You were certain that if he got any harder, the zipper of his jeans would give way. His cock was pressing into your leg, involuntarily searching for a bit of pleasure himself. “Please let me touch you, Jake.” You pleaded. He hummed against your skin, but didn’t stop. Instead, he picked up his pace, distracting you from the fact you spoke at all.

“I’m gonna miss seeing you like this.” His head advanced down your torso, breath tickling your stomach as he spoke. He stopped at your navel, placing a sloppy kiss before he continued. He explored around the area, placing kisses and love bites over your hipbones, teasing you to the breaking point. He moved down further, working at your thighs now. You bit your tongue, not willing to make a noise. He was ready to give in, wanting to taste you almost as badly as he liked teasing you, and you didn’t want to do anything to make him stop. Your breathing was ragged and your body was nearly vibrating with anticipation. “How are you feeling?” He asked, noticing your state. He backed off for a moment, looking up at you.

“Green.” You assured him. His eyes lingered over your face, making sure you were being honest. You gave him a small smile and a slight nod, silently telling him it was okay.

“You’re being s’good for me, baby.” He breathed. “You wanna cum?” He asked. You gave a desperate nod, hoping that his kindness was genuine.

“Yes, please, sir.” You said, voice shaking slightly. You couldn’t believe how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess. He was quick to return to his place between your thighs. He pulled his thumb off your clit, replacing it with his mouth. You gave a gasp of surprise, not expecting him to give in so easily. His fingers curled with every re-entry, hitting such a delicate spot, making it nearly impossible for you to keep yourself quiet. You reached for his head, tangling your hands in his hair as he worked at you. Your hips raised off the bed to meet his mouth, only encouraging him to work harder. “Fuck, Jake.” You cried, feeling your orgasm creeping up on you. He hummed against you, making the sensation of his mouth even more intense.

He pulled back, slipping his thumb up to replace his tongue. His eyes were fixated on your face, desperate to see your expression. When you caught his gaze, the sight alone was enough to send you over the edge. His eyelids were heavy, pupils blown with lust. His chin was glistening with your arousal, and his lips were parted slightly, watching you in awe. Even when he was playing the dominant act, he still looked at you like you were the prettiest he’d ever seen. No, he looked at you like he was the luckiest man on earth. His silent encouragement caused your climax to hit you with full intensity. You stuttered out his name, legs shaking and eyes screwed shut. His breathing was heavy but his expression was stony, almost as if he didn’t want you to know how much you were affecting him. When you started to come down from your high, you noticed that he wasn’t stopping. A touch of panic settled in your chest, beginning to feel the searing sensitivity taking over. “I- Jake,” you stuttered over your words, not being able to focus on what you were saying. He was upright again, one hand working at the buckle on his belt and the other one working at you.

“You’re okay, baby.” He promised. You managed a shake of your head. The pleasure had begun to taper off into pain, and although not completely unbearable, just extremely unpleasant.

“Yellow.” You warned. His motion almost completely stopped, allowing you to catch your breath. His domineering exterior softened, thumb just barely moving over your bundle of nerves. The pumping of his fingers had halted indefinitely. “I’m sorry.” You mustered, finally feeling in control again.

“Don’t be sorry.” He replied. “If you’re not having a good time, neither am I.” The reassurance was nice, calming your anxiety. The circles he’d been tracing into your clit started to feel more pleasant, making the moment of discomfort disappear.

“Okay, green.” You sighed. He didn’t change his movement.

“Not yet, baby. Give yourself a minute.” He said, finally freeing his belt from his jeans. He tossed it to the side. It landed with a thud on the end of the mattress. He leaned down, cupping your cheek in his palm. He placed a sweet kiss to your lips, assuring you that he was still your Jake, and you were in complete control if you wanted to be. It was nice, how aware he was of your boundaries, but you weren’t thrown off enough to want to stop. All you needed was a second to breathe. While he was distracted by your kiss, you took the opportunity to reach out for the bulge in his jeans. You palmed him through the fabric, causing him to buck his hips forward into your hand.

“Please take your clothes off.” You begged, words muffled against his lips. He withdrew his mouth from yours, and a shift in his demeanour was viable.

“You’re so fucking needy.” He spat, sweetness disappearing once again. He pulled back from you, cutting all contact and giving you a hard stare. “Do you really want me to fuck you that bad?” He wasn’t willing to wait for an answer, already unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his zipper. You sat up, swinging your feet off the side of the bed, practically vibrating with excitement. With a swift motion, his jeans were off and he had kicked them somewhere behind him. “Are you going to answer me?” He grabbed your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“Yes, sir.” You whispered.

“I wanted to give you a good time,” he muttered, grip tightening on your cheeks “to make you cum until you forgot your own name.” He explained, using his other hand to free himself from his boxers. “But it just seems like you’re asking to be punished. Is that what you want?” You didn’t respond, only watched him with the same wide-eyed expression you adorned earlier. This time, it wasn’t doing the trick. He let go of your face, delivering a sharp slap to your cheek. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt you, but enough to leave a lasting sting. “How many times do I have to tell you to use your words?”

“No, sir. I just want you.” You decided obedience was the key to getting what you so badly wanted. He didn’t respond, only delicately traced the red mark he’d left on your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, making you believe he’d broken character again. “Even if you are a little whore.” His hand found the back of your head, gripping your hair in his fist. “If you want me so bad, work for it.” He ordered. Your eyes fell on his now exposed cock, mouth watering at the sight. He guided your head forward until you were nearly touching his head with your lips. “Color?” He whispered.

“Green. Very green.” You promised.

“If you want to stop just tap my leg.”

“Okay, I will.” You knew he needed a verbal response when it had anything to do with consent, and you appreciated it. With that, he barely gave you time to open your mouth before he was thrusting forward. You couldn’t stop yourself from gagging when he hit the back of your throat. It seemed like he was almost pleased with the noise, gripping your hair and pushing your head down as he fucked your mouth. You slackened your jaw, trying to take him as best you could, but his size was admittedly a little hard to handle.

He lost himself to the pleasure, his head falling back and his eyes closing in bliss. The moans he allowed to escape his mouth were beautiful motivations. He looked back down, watching himself thrust into you. You eyes caught his, letting out a muffled moan at the frenzied look he adorned. His hips stuttered, pushing you as far down on his cock as you could take him. Your eyes watered, feeling your throat contact around him. He rested there for a moment before pulling back entirely. You let in a gasp for air, spit trailing from your lips down to your chin. You figured he wanted to last longer, so he didn’t want to push his luck. He didn’t say anything before he knelt down before you, settling between your thighs again and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. He grabbed your hip, pulling you forward on the bed and onto his mouth. You were still trying to catch your breath, dissolving into a fit of desperate moans at the feeling of his mouth again.

He worked fast, not wanting to play with you anymore. He was stroking himself while he licked at your clit. The hand that was holding your leg reached up, pulling your hardened nipple between his fingers, rolling and pinching it gently. You couldn’t help but grind your hips against his tongue, frantic for more. You were embarrassed at how fast he could bring you to an orgasm. He looked up at you, removing his lips from your cunt just for a second. “Do you want to cum in my mouth this time?” You let out a whiny noise, nodding your head. “Beg for it.” He growled.

“Please, Sir. Please let me cum, I want it so bad.” He resumed his pace at your core, driven by your pleas. You were panting, dangerously close to the edge once again. His thumb and forefinger clamped down hard on your nipple, causing you to gasp. He wanted you to keep begging for him. “M’so close, Jake.” You breathed. “Please don’t stop, please.” His tongue remained steady, eager to taste your release when it came.

It only took a few seconds of constant stimulation before you were gripping the bedsheets, crying out his name. He rode you through the orgasm, his previously firm hold on your breast loosening, fingers now gently caressing down your rib cage. When the tension left your body, he ran his tongue through your folds one last time, savouring the feeling. You let out a sigh of relief as he stood, knowing he wasn’t going to test your endurance after the last orgasm. He didn’t coddle you, but instead delivered a slap to your thigh, the sound echoing off the walls. “Up.” He spat, more than ready to fuck you. You did as you were told, although slightly wobbly on your feet when you stood upright. He guided you to the end of the bed, taking a seat on the edge. You weren’t completely sure why he changed spots, but didn’t take long piecing it together. He grabbed your hand and pulled you in front of him. His breathing was heavy, letting you know he was close to his own breaking point. He spun you around and your eyes fell on your full length mirror, sitting directly in front of you. He guided you back carefully by your hips, allowing you to get yourself comfortable before anything else. You placed your legs on either side of him, easing into him. Your back pressed against his chest, the warmth soothing you almost instantly. He lined his cock up with you and pushed you down on him slowly.

His chin rested on your shoulder, eyes locked on the mirror before you. You waited a moment, enjoying the feeling of him inside you. He peppered a few light kisses over your shoulder, appreciating you, too. He slowly guided you back up, silently telling you he didn’t want to wait any longer. You set a steady pace, rolling your hips back on him every time you lowered yourself. He reached around you, fingers making easy work finding your clit. He’d become well acquainted with it over the last few days. You groaned, feeling the tip of his cock press against your cervix with every re-entry. His eyes never left the reflection in the mirror, watching you ride him and storing the image in his mind. He noticed your closed eyes, your head pointed towards the ground.

“Hey,” he caught your attention “look at the mirror.” He ordered. You did as you were told, feeling a bit of a blush dust your cheeks at the sight. You’d never watched yourself have sex before, feeling a bit shy being on such a display for him. “Watch me fuck you. I want you to think about it while I’m gone.” He hissed. The pad of his finger felt painfully good as it circled your bundle of nerves; you weren’t sure how long you could last. Every part of your body was on fire with sensitivity. You did as he said, letting him take control again. He fucked into you while he admired you in the reflection. The expressions you were making, the way your breasts bounced when he pulled you down on him, the noises falling from your lips. All of it was driving him crazy. He was certain there was no better sight in the world.

The look of his face in the mirror was more than enough to drive you crazy. The determined look in his eye that was clouded with pleasure, the furrow of his eyebrows, and the glisten of sweat on his forehead were all an indication that he was close to his own orgasm, but he wasn’t ready to finish yet. He wanted to enjoy you like this for as long as he could before he had to leave. In an attempt to last a little longer, he pulled you off him, standing up quickly. He turned you around so you were facing the bed, grabbing your hair and pushing your head down towards the mattress. He kicked your feet apart slightly, holding you steady so you didn’t fall. You used your arms to support yourself, forearms planted firmly on the mattress.

Just as he was about to push into you, a knock sounded on your bedroom door. He let himself rest on your entrance, giving you a light tap on your ass, telling you he wanted you to answer. “What?” You called out, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Is Jake in there?” You heard Jake give a small chuckle.

“Yeah, why?” You asked, feeling your boyfriends hand caressing over your lower back, gently tickling the skin.

“Oh, Josh just wanted me to make sure he was ready to go. Can I come in?” You now placed the voice to a person, realizing it was Jakes youngest brother. You felt your face burn red, not sure how to answer. He gripped the hair at the base of your skull a bit tighter, getting impatient at your lack of an answer.

“Oh, um, we’re just a bit busy at the moment.” You told him, trailing off at the end, completely unsure of what the best answer would be.

“Oh, it’ll just take a second.” Sam assured you. You let out a nervous laugh, awkwardness eating you alive.

“Busy, Sam.” Jake snapped, hoping he’d get the message.

“O-oh,” you could hear a giggle in his tone. “Sorry to interrupt.” He snickered. You listened to his footsteps disappear down the hall, embarrassment taking over. You turned your head around, looking at Jake over your shoulder and giving him a glare. Jake only smiled, forcing your head back towards the mattress. There was no time for discussion, because he was already burying himself in you again. You were quick to forget about the disturbance, immediately brought back into the intoxicating pleasure of him being inside you.

There was no grace period, this time. His hips were slamming into you harder with every thrust, pushing you to the brink of pain each time. You overlooked it, focusing on the intense feeling of him hitting the spot inside you only he seemed to know how to find. Jake was working hard, pushing you closer to another orgasm with every second that passed. You noticed he was close, too. His breathing was ragged and he wasn’t as collected as he usually was, curses and groans falling from his mouth unprecedented.

“Being so good for me, baby.” The praise sent a rush of emotion through you. “You gonna cum again?”

“Y-yes, sir.” You stuttered, wishing that you could see his face. He leaned down, pulling your head to the side to connect his lips with yours. Your body relaxed, comforted at the familiar feeling. You let out a small moan into his mouth, causing his hips to stutter for a moment. When he pulled back, he kept his head by yours, wanting to be close to you.

“Come on, baby.” He encouraged you. “One more, you can do it.” He almost sounded like he was begging you. You let your eyes flutter closed, letting yourself fall into the pleasure. Not long after, the burning in your belly reached its peak. You let out a slur of swears, clenching around him as you came. He straightened up, finding the energy to keep going, fuelled solely by the noises you were making. When you came down from the high, he was still fucking into you at a relentless pace. You covered your mouth with your hand, muffling the screams that were begging to be let out.

Jake had his jaw clenched, practically feral at the state you were in. He wanted to finish, but the cocky part of him wanted to see how far he could push you. The intensity of the feeling was driving you crazy, but it was much more bearable than before. “J-Jake, Jake,” you cried, trying to keep your voice quiet. “I ca- I don’t think I can…”

“Colour.” He ordered, hips never faltering. His voice was low and gravelly, laced with authority. You couldn’t answer, feeling the familiar knot form in your stomach again. “Colour, y/n.” He repeated, louder this time, needing to hear an answer.

“G-green.” You assured him, starting to lose yourself to the blissfulness again. That was all he needed to hear, any of his hesitation completely disappearing. His hand that had been resting on your hip tightened, fingers driving into the skin so deep that you were anticipating bruises. The thought of it only turned you on more, relieved to know that once he was gone the marks could remind you of him. “Jake, I think I’m gonna-“

“Don’t tell me, just do it.” He barked, cutting you off without caring about your warning. “Give me something to think about when I get to the hotel tonight.” Your teeth clamped down on your lip, holding back your moans. Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes, the intensity of the pleasure completely taking over. Your whole body was on fire, begging for you to let it rest, but the impending orgasm was screaming over it, allowing you to ignore the hesitation.

“Fuck!” You cried, no longer able to contain yourself.

“That’s my girl.” He hummed. The climax was brutally strong, the tears threatening your eyes finally spilling over and your legs wobbling. He could tell you were having a hard time keeping yourself upright, so he slipped his arm under you, holding your hips up so you didn’t have to worry about it. You couldn’t collect yourself, feeling lightheaded and tired. Luckily, Jake caught on pretty fast. He reached his own orgasm only seconds after you, groaning and pulling you back on to him as he spilled into you. He held you there, chest heaving with every breath, completely played out, too. Before pulling out, he gently fucked his release into you a few times, watching himself intently, admiring the sight as he did so.

When he withdrew, he made sure to keep hold of you, not sure if your legs had the strength to keep you standing. You let out a long sigh, skin still tingling with the ghost of pleasure. “Come on, baby.” Jake prompted you to stand, aiding you as you did so. His arm was still tightly wrapped around you as he pulled you into him, his chest hitting your bare back. You shivered at the contact, letting your head fall back and rest on his shoulder. He kept you there for a moment before guiding you to lay on the bed. He searched around the room, trying to find something to clean you off with. Eventually, he gave up and pulled a pair of sweatpants from his bag, slipping them on. He left, making sure the door was closed tightly behind him.

He returned with a washcloth, clicking the lock on the door behind him. He took a seat beside you, making gentle work at wiping away the mess he’d made. Your legs twitched at the contact, making him realize that he might’ve pushed you a little too hard. He threw the cloth on the floor, making a mental note that he’d throw it in your laundry basket later. For the time being, he was only concerned about you. He ran his thumb over your cheek, softly wiping away any trace of the tears that had fallen. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, looking up at him hovering over you. “More than okay.” You promised. A small smile appeared on his lips as he leaned down to kiss you.

“You wanna get dressed?” He asked. You gave him a slight nod. He stood again, rummaging around in his bag. He pulled out a sweater for you, knowing the only reason he’d brought it was so he could leave it with you. He set it beside you on the mattress, searching around your room for a more comfortable pair of pants. He found an old pair of sweats in your dresser and a new pair of underwear. He placed them beside you, too, reaching his hand out to help you stand. With his assistance, you got yourself dressed and returned back to the bed.

You nestled in by the pillows, checking the clock again, only to find your time with him was quickly running out. “I don’t want you to go.” You whispered, feeling your stomach sink. He got in next to you, pulling you into his chest.

“I know, baby.” He brushed his fingers through your hair. You listened to the sound of his heartbeat, wishing you could memorize it and keep it in your brain forever. “I don’t want to leave, either.” You both fell into a silence, the ticking of the clock antagonizing you in the background.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked, not daring to move.

“Yeah, everything is packed. Well, except for the clothes on the floor… and you.” He murmured, hand falling to your upper back. He rubbed slow circles into it with his palm, nearly soothing you to sleep. You let your eyes close, enjoying the warmth from his body for as long as you could.

“We’ll see each other soon,” you sounded like you were trying to convince yourself, too.

“If we can make it until you’re finished school, I promise you that I’ll buy you the biggest house you could dream of. We’ll never worry about distance again.” You felt tears stinging your eyes again, but this time they weren’t out of bliss. “It’ll have a big backyard, we’ll get a dog, and I’ll even give you my last name. If you’ll let me, of course.” You couldn’t help but laugh, even though the tears were forcing their way out.

“You’ve got big plans, then, rockstar.”

“Not plans, promises.” He corrected. “I’d give you the whole world, if you asked me to.”

“You already do.” You told him, and you meant it. The whole relationship was a whirlwind, and you had never fallen for someone so fast before. But, he treated you better than anyone ever had, too. He was the exception to your rule about dating, and you were beyond grateful you’d given him a chance. He was the first person who was ever willing to give you the same amount of love you gave him. The hurt from before seemed to make sense, now, because it lead you to him. If the universe wanted you to meet him so badly that it allowed you to cross paths twice out of sheer coincidence, then you were certain you should at least let it run its course.

He held you until an alarm went off on his phone, signalling that it was time to pack their stuff into the car and get to the airport. The tears didn’t stop, and only got worse as you got out of bed and he gathered the last of his stuff together. You had to look away as he slung his bag over his shoulder. You grabbed your car keys from your desk, staring at the worn down wood, trying not to look at him. You knew it would only make it worse. “Hey,” he mumbled, walking behind you and placing his hand on your waist. He pulled you towards him, but didn’t force you to look at him. He rested his cheek on the side of your head, fully wrapping his arms around you now. He snaked his hands under the front of the sweater, resting them above the waistband of the pants, just wanting to feel your skin on him again. You couldn’t help but giggle at the tickle of his fingers on your stomach, even if it was a sad one. “We’re gonna be okay.” He whispered.

“I know.” You brought your hands up to rest them over his. “Doesn’t mean I can’t miss you.” You sniffled, trying to calm yourself down.

“You don’t have to miss me, yet. I’m still here.” You gave a small nod, finally turning to face him. He smiled, looking over your features for a moment. He raised his hand, lifting your chin with his index finger and landing a kiss on your lips. He rested his forehead on yours when he pulled away, pushing your hair from your face. He let his hand rest on the back of your neck, quickly moving down and peppering kisses over your cheeks and nose. You dissolved into a fit of laugher, almost able to forget about the ache in your chest.

“Let’s go, rockstar. I don’t want Josh to think I’m trying to hold you hostage.” He nodded, breaking away from you but taking your hand in his. “Also, Sam is never going to let me live that down, is he?” It was Jakes turn to laugh now.

“He’ll tease you for a while, I’ll tell him to shut up, then he’ll forget about it when something else interesting happens. It’s always been that way.” He explained, leading you to the door. He opened it for you, letting you exit first.

“So that’s a common occurrence for you, then?” You joked. He shook his head.

“No, not at all. But, we have lived together our whole lives, and now instead of having separate rooms to hide away in, there’s a lot of time spent on the tour bus. Privacy between all of us doesn’t really exist.” You nodded along to his words. “Usually, once we clue in that someone’s doing something private, we fuck off and don’t speak about it.” He chuckled.

“It must suck sometimes, doesn’t it?” You questioned.

“Yeah, sometimes, but they’re my best friends. It’s kind of cool getting to hang out and work with them all of the time, even if it does get annoying. We stay in hotels a lot more often, now, so that kind of eases the tension. If we don’t want to talk to each other, we just don’t answer the door.” He laughed.

“Fair enough.” You smiled. You made your way to the living room, seeing everyone crowded around and saying goodbyes. All of Jakes brothers had their bags, ready to head out as soon as you were. They were chatting with your brothers and roommates, too enthralled in conversation to notice that you joined them. “Ready to go?” You asked, catching their attention. Josh’s eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Excellent! I thought we would have to break down the door to get him out of there.” He joked.

“Not this time.” You assured him. “Maybe next time, though.” Josh studied your face, giving a sympathetic smile at your puffy eyes and red nose. “Everybody get their goodbye’s out. I don’t want you to miss your flight.” You were lying, but they didn’t need to know that. Jake went around the group, giving hugs to your roommates and shaking your brothers hands. You watched, sadness encasing your features. Josh joined you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“You’re coming to Atlanta, right?” He whispered. You gave a small nod, not wanting to think about how far away it was. “Good, because he’s been out of his mind with excitement. He really likes you.”

“I really like him.” You practically scoffed. That was putting it lightly.

“No, I don’t think you get it.” Josh chuckled. “He’s never been this crazy for anyone.” You felt your heart flutter at the statement.

“Me either.” You admitted.

“We’re really excited to have you there with us, too.” He assured you. You wrapped your arm around him now, too, leaning into his touch.

“Thanks for coming, Josh.” You looked over to him, giving him a small smile. “And thank you for being so accepting. I know he’s your twin, but he’s your best friend, too, and you probably hold the girlfriends to pretty high standards.”

“Wasn’t hard, mama. He adores you, and I can see why.” He gave your arm a squeeze. “And if it makes you feel any better, you’ve been my favourite one of his girlfriends by far. That’s not even a question.” You felt the tears prickling your eyes again. “You make him really happy. Way happier than anyone else has, and you’ve only been in his life for a little while. If he’s happy, so are we. He talks about you like you put the stars in the sky.” You didn’t have time to respond, because Jake was making his way back over to you. Josh loosened his grip on you, stepping away from you a bit.

“You trying to steal my girlfriend?” Jake smiled, teasing his brother as he approached.

“Not yet, but you better be careful. I’ll swoop in if you fuck it up.” Josh shot back, causing a small laugh from you.

“Yeah, over my dead body.” He quipped, leaning in and placing a kiss on your forehead. Josh took a respective step away, not wanting to interfere with the time you had left with him. “You ready to go?” Jake asked, looking down at you. You nodded, ready to rip the band-aid off and get this over with.

“Go put your bags in the trunk.” You handed him the keys. He gave you a quick kiss before gathering his brothers and ushering them outside. You watched as Danny closed the main door behind him, feeling an emptiness start to burn it’s way into your chest. Your eldest brother walked over to you, pulling you into a hug.

You didn’t say a word, only made it a point to get the worst of the sobs out before Jake came back to get you. He rubbed your back, soothing you in a way only a sibling could. They were the biggest assholes by times, but they were family, and always knew how to make you feel better. If not better, at least less alone. When you heard the front door open, you pulled back and wiped your face, hoping he may not notice the state you were in. Alex ruffled your hair, the unspoken encouragement from an emotionally inept older brother. You swatted his hand away, both of you getting a chuckle out of it.

“I’ll be back later.” You told him.

“Be safe.” He ordered. You gave him a salute, finally cracking a grin. “Sam has informed me that tonight is a chocolate chip cookie and Harry Potter night.”

“You guys making the cookies?” You joked.

“No, somehow they roped us into doing it.” Ally said, pointing between her and Eve.

“Ah, copy.” You chuckled. “So you must know the importance of a Harry Potter night, then.”

“We’ve been told.” She smiled. When you and your brothers were kids, whenever something bad would happen, or if any one of you were sad, all of your siblings would band together and watch Harry Potter and eat junk food until the feelings were resolved, or you all fell asleep in the living room. It could have been as small as an argument between friends, or a breakup, to losing a loved one. There was always certainty that you’d all be there for each other, and it never changed. Even now, when you lived so far away, the tradition never died. You were grateful that you were so close with your siblings; you couldn’t imagine them not being your best friends.

“I’ll be anticipating it, then.” You promised, making your way to meet Jake at the door. You slipped on a pair of shoes, and he grabbed your hand. You both walked to your car together, not willing to speak a word. When you got in the driver’s seat, you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation in the backseat. Danny and Sam had Josh squished in the middle seat. The taller boys knees were scrunched together, but they looked fairly content for such an unpleasant seating arrangement.

Jake got in and you started the car, your speaker connecting to your phone for music. You handed it to Jake, silently telling him to be the DJ for the short ride. You pulled out of the driveway, stomach in knots as you drive down the street. The drive was filled with small chatter, mostly bickering from the boys in the backseat. Jake had his hand resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles into the fabric of your pants. You focused on the feeling of him touching you, rather than the idea of him leaving. As the last exit before the airport approached, the familiar intro to the Eagles song he’d pegged as his favourite started to sound through the speaker.

“It’s your song, y/n!” Sam exploded from behind you. “Turn it up!” Jake did as he asked, laughter floating through the air as he cranked the volume knob. Sam leaned forward so you could hear him clearly. “Sing it with us.” He pleaded.

“No! I only sing when I’m drunk!” You lied, a grin plastered on your face.

“Liar!” Jake yelled, giving your thigh a squeeze. You rolled your eyes, knowing they wouldn’t let it go. You decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to sing it with them, hoping to leave the trip on a happy note. When the first lyrics hit, you belted them out. The boys joined in, too, making sure you didn’t feel too put on the spot. As you pulled into the drop-off lane of the airport, you were all singing so loud that you could barely hear the music anymore.

The song finished and you were all out of breath, laughing harder than you were singing. Jake turned the speaker down again, leaning back in his seat for a moment. The three boys sitting in the backseat were eager to get out, already stiff from being so cramped together. You put the car in park, now letting your hand rest on top of his. He let his fingers dance with yours, wishing that he didn’t have to leave, or that you could just get on the plane with him. He turned his head to look at you, and you did the same. You both rested for a moment, lost in each others eyes. “I’ll see you soon.” He promised.

“I know. You better be waiting for me in Atlanta.”

“I’ll be holding a big sign with your name on it.” You smiled, leaning over to share a kiss with him. It was soft, full of the emotion both of you were scared to voice. “I better get out there before they drag me out themselves.” He whispered against your lips. You kissed him once more, but let him go. You got out, too, following him to the trunk of your car. While he got his bag out, you made your round of goodbyes with his brothers. You went to Danny first, who picked you up in a hug. Sam next, who had to get a quick quip in about your interaction only an hour before. And then Josh, who was so similar to your boyfriend but a whole world of different. When he hugged you, his hold was so familiar, but not quite as comforting as Jake’s. You promised the three you’d see them in a few weeks, and that you’d talk to them way before then.

Last was Jake, the hardest goodbye. The three boys let him know they’d meet him inside, giving you both a minute alone. “We love you!” Josh yelled as he walked towards the main entrance.

“I love you guys, too!” You shouted back, watching them disappear into a crowd of people. Your gaze fell back on Jake, who was watching you with anticipation. The sadness in his eyes felt like a punch to the stomach. He reached out for you, hand cupping your cheek with utmost gentleness. His thumb brushed away a tear that fell.

“Atlanta.” He reminded.

“Atlanta.” You confirmed. He slipped his hand to the back of your head, softly pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around him, worried that you may not be able to let him go.

“It’s only a few weeks. I’ll call you every night. Hell, I’ll call you as soon as I get through security, just to say hi before I leave.” You felt a sob begin to grow as he spoke.

“I didn’t think it was going to be this hard. I didn’t think I was going to fall for you this hard.” Your words were muffled, your head buried in his shirt.

“We can make it through. It just makes the next time I get to see you, even better.” He explained, running his fingers through your hair, brushing out any knots. “As for the other thing… I’m glad you did.” You couldn’t help but laugh at him, even while you were crying. He always made the shitty things feel better.

“You’ll call me when you land? Just so I know you’re there safe?” You pulled back, looking up at him.

“Of course I will.” He promised. You leaned up and placed your lips on his, savouring the kiss for as long as you could. When you parted, he gave you another quick peck. He pulled you in for one last hug, holding you as if he’d never get to do it again.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for letting me.” He gave a soft smile, kissing the top of your head. When he stepped back, his eyes trailed over you from head to toe. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak again. “I love you, witchy woman.” He breathed. “You don’t have to say it back, but I just wanted to tell you. I had to tell you.” You swallowed hard, nervous about his proclamation. In reality, you knew you felt it, too. You were just too scared to say it first.

“I love you, rockstar.” You replied. The smile on his face was wider than any you’d ever seen. “Now go, I’ll see you later.” You blinked away the puddles pooling in your eyelids.

“Okay,” he sighed, taking a step backwards. You blew him a kiss before he turned around. He pretended to catch it, holding it close to his heart. “Bye, baby.”

“Bye, Jake.” You watched him until he disappeared from sight, chest aching and heart heavy. You got back in your car, wondering what he’d done to you. As you drove home in silence, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. For the rest of the night, you tried to keep yourself sane, to distract yourself from him in any way possible, but you knew that Atlanta was the only thing on your mind; the only thing keeping you going.

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scary-lasagna · 7 months

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HEYY! Wondering if you do everymanhybrid and if so could you write a HABIT x reader headcannons? Relationship in general I don’t have specifics in mind

I might have mentioned him in passing before, but I'll definitely write something about him for his place in my AU, it's a bit ooc from EMH but it's very interesting.

HABIT

Habit is...not mentally stable in the slightest.

The only time he would fall in love is if it either a.) benefited him or b.) you were smokin' hot and he obsesses over you

And be prepared to hear him mull and complain over both Slender and Zalgo, both who equally piss him off but he's forced to be nice to one of the two.

But when Habit falls, he will fall hard. You will sit on a royal pedestal, and HABIT your knight in shining armor. There would be nothing he is against doing for you.

He grovels at your feet, swearing to always protect you, to keep you fed, to keep you safe and warm, to-

“I KNOW you only asked for Kirspy Kreme, but darling my point still stands.” And he pulls his unsettling, ear-to-ear grin out of his back pocket to plaster on his face.

But all-in-all he’s your little guard dog.

Most of his working hours are spent obsessing over Slender’s history and origins, striving to find any bit of information that will lead to his downfall.

The rest of his work day is spent over tea with Zalgo, not that he ever drinks any, he’s really just there for the lemon squares and latest celebrity news that haven’t hit the 6 o clock channels yet.

After all, Zalgo has close ties to all of the higher ups. He always has the best gossip.

He might shove some pastries in his pockets for you if anything looks of your taste, but they’re usually melted or crumbled by the time he gets home. Usually he licks the remains out of his pocket (gross).

There’s also a room in your shared space that you are never allowed to go in, two if you’re counting the closet.

A room filled to the brim with ancient texts, books, artifacts, and knives hold a red herring for a closet in that same room filled with many different types of guns, weapons, cursed artifacts, and a haunted McDonalds coupon from 2008.

HABIT and Evan function similarly to Liu and Sully, however HABIT has the upper hand in the body. It’s a once in a blue moon occurrence that Evan will peek through and attempt to escape the house and/or try to kill you, thinking you kidnapped him.

Freaked the hell out of you the first time it happened before HABIT managed to grab hold of the reigns.

Safe to say, Evan was properly dealt with that night in the dimension of HABITs brain, being held in a void of endless whispering and torment while you sat with HABIT, watching Twilight just to make fun of it.

He’s also kind of…not the brightest. He always has the right idea, but never quite sure how to execute it properly. This is the explanation of the many failed assassination attempts toward Slender and his brothers.

He has been sucker punched more times than he can count by 3/4 of them. Splendor just talks him down with a therapy session and it works in more ways than one.

But this also applies to relationships. You want roses? He gets you daisies because they look better, even though you specified roses.

A fancy restaurant date? Takes you on a cruise. You didn’t want or pack for a cruise. Neither did he. Don’t ask where he got the money.

Right idea, wrong execution.

He’s also extremely clingy, even though it’s been implied, but he will quite literally hover around you, waiting to be acknowledged or asked to do something for you, because if he’s not working, he doesn’t have anything else worth tending to except for you.

You’ve once asked for alone time and he quite literally sat in the floor of the kitchen and twiddled his toes until you got peckish for a snack and stumbled on him.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“I was waiting for you to ask me to get you a cookie.”

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #habit x reader #didn’t get into the unhingeness of HABIT but you got a lil peek

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avatrice and... clocks

“She’s off by five minutes at least.”

“I am aware, Lilith.” Beatrice doesn’t even bother looking at her stopwatch.

“She’s not gonna make it.” Lilith continues, seemingly delighting in pointing out the obvious. “Again.”

In the staging area Camila set up for her, Ava is fiddling with what appears to be a slab of stone. No junctures are visible on it, no handles or buttons or possible keyholes. Still, Ava sits in front of it, probing at the smooth surface with agile fingers, pressing at one spot, rapping her knuckles over another. Beatrice’s focus is all on Ava’s hands, nimble, nervy, tendons standing out like taut lengths of rope when she flexes her finger against the stone, seeking some sort of purchase.

She sighs. The telltale pressure of an impeding headache gathers at her temples. She pinches the bridge of her nose, hard, wishing she could leave the overbearing neon lights of the warehouse they’ve been using to practice for the sunlit wharf outside.

“Time isn’t up yet. Maybe she’ll surprise us. Besides, she says she learns something new about this type of lock with every run.”

“She’s said that-” Lilith checks the tablet they’ve been using to keep track of each attempt. Smirk, like she’s reading something funny. “235 times before already, give or take. Just tell her she’s fired already”

“Camila says she’s the best there is. If she can’t do it, no one else can.”

“Yeah?” Lilith’s smile is nothing but teeth. “And where did Camila find her, on Craigslist?”

“I’m only on Tinder.” Ava’s voice crackles over the comms Beatrice belatedly realises she’s left open. “Also, I’m wheelchair-bound, not deaf. So, I can totally hear you, and you’re distracting me.”

“Sorry,” Lilith says, not meaning it.

“Yeah. I bet you are.”

The overhead lights switch from white to strobing red. Ava’s out of time. Were this the real thing, every door and window in the Vatican Museums would automatically lock, security teams would do a sweep and they’d spend a good amount of time in prison. Beatrice refuses to think of what Adriel’d do to Shannon in the meantime.

“We’ll have to take it from the top, Ava.” She relays into the comms. Considering how little progress they’ve made, she’s surprised her tone is so steady “Do you need to take a break?”

“She needs a miracle.” Lilith throws the tablet down, disgust chiseling her features into a scowl. “Divine intervention or something.”

“Wanna give it a try?” Ava rolls herself through the door of the observation room, careful to tuck her elbows in as she squeezes past the threshold. “I’m sure you could convince the lock to open for you with one of your charming smiles.”

Lilith glowers. Ava, somehow immune, just grins. Lilith storms off.

“You should try not to antagonise her.” Ava opens her mouth, probably to retort that Lilith is kind of a jerk. “I need everyone to get along if we are to succeed.”

Ava pauses, mouth open, then shrugs. “You’re the boss, boss.” Beatrice doubts that’s the end of the teasing. She elects to let this particular fight go. They have a far more important battle yet to win.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Capitan.”

“Ava.”

“Sorry, sorry. Joking to cope with stress is kind of my thing.” Ava rocks the wheelchair back and forth. “Do you want me to go again?”

“Don’t you need more time to rest?”

Ava lifts a hand. Wiggles her fingers. “Nah. These babies have loads of stamina.”

Beatrice can feel herself blush.

“By the way.” Beatrice has no time to come up with a clever reply or deflection, because Ava keeps on talking, which she has learned in the 72 hours they have spent in close proximity, is a thing that Ava does. “This holy frisbee we’re stealing from the church to get your friend back. You don’t really believe this Adriel dude will keep his word, do you? Like,” On the other side of the glass, Ava’s fingers have resumed their dance, and it’s hard for Beatrice to follow what she’s saying. “He gets the artefact, he can just kill us all. Is what I would do, anyway.”

“That’s comforting.”

“What? Surprised I can think like the bad guys do?” A low rumble comes from the slab of stone, revealing a much more complicated inner mechanism. It gleams copper under the lights. “I’m not a bad or a good guy, Bea.” Plenty of people shorten her name; nobody makes it sound half as sweet. Ava smiles at her, triumphant. “I’m a thief.”

#avatrice #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #ava x beatrice #heist au #dren writes

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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The Runway -Part 3

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy’s role for movie Anna)

Series Master list

Special thanks to @heidimoreton for this amazing BTS gif! 🥰😍 Look at that smile!

And @zablife for the playlist recommendation to finish this part 💕

Looking at the clock, Y/N felt frustrated because Anna was still nowhere to be seen. A member of the crew talked to the pilot and shoot a long look at the other flight attendant.

“Where are you Anna?” She mumbled to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Are you going to Paris with those long faces?” Anna appeared with a huge grin on her face, oversized black sunglasses.

Everyone waiting for her sighed loudly as they realized she was hungover, the atmosphere was tense.

“Goodness Anna!” Y/N shook her head embarrassed by her sister’s attitude.

“Oh please just cut the bullshit.” Anna made a face and walked determined to move past them, but Lenny stood up with a death stare in front of her.

“You‘ve a contract, this is unacceptable and so disrespectful from you, we’ve been waiting for you for over an hour.” Lenny spat at her, clearly bothered.

Y/N wanted to intervene but she new Anna shouldn’t have made them wait.

“I really can’t wait to fire you as my agent.” She brushed past him, into the bedroom in the back of the private airplane.

Finally up in the air, Y/N tried to get comfortable in her seat, grabbing a book from her purse, unfortunately it slipped from her lap and landed on the floor, her personal belongings scattered around, Lenny was quick to help her, scrunching down.

“Thank you, I’m sorry about what happened with my sister earlier.”

“Sometimes I doubt you’re related to be honest.”

Y/N made a face. “That’s bold… but I doubt it myself sometimes.”

Lenny was eager to stop talking about Anna, she was a headache. “Are you excited for taking the Runway in Paris?”

“Yes! It’s the first time I’m hired by Miu Miu, luckily it will bring me good luck for the rest of the shows.”

“But you’re scheduled to walk for Luis Vuitton first, Miu Miu is on Wednesday.” Lenny was proud to realize he had both correct; the order and the fucking pronunciation. He spent a good part of the previous night getting involved in the fashion industry, to not look so out of place.

He learned names, trends, important details, designers faces, everything that was necessary. He was also a bit scandalized about the ridiculous amount of money Y/N and Anna got paid just for taking over a runway and he almost got a heart attack when he added the contracts of magazine covers, collaborations, being the faces of make up, shoes, clothing and appearances to the mix.

“Yes, sorry… I always get the dates mixed, but it’s all in my agenda.”

“Right, well I’ll be doing some paperwork right there if you need anything.” She saw Lenny walk back towards his place. “Make sure to eat something.”

She didn’t know what to expect from this trip, Richardson was never worried about her or her needs, on the contrary he used any opportunity to make her feel inferior, insecure, terrified of doing or saying something, he was different with Anna though always cheering for her and he constantly made them fight for contracts with big brands.

Y/N decided then to relax a little by opening her book, but her eyes constantly ended looking up towards Lenny as he was reading something in his computer, typing then leaning onto his hand, completely focused in his task. Unlike, unable to focus on her book, so Y/N decided to put her mask on and take a nap.

Lenny got access to Anna’s photos, nothing relevant, until he found one she sent to a few people personally requesting to not share the information with anyone else as they were invited to an exclusive meet and greet with her. In the message she mentioned the location would remain secret until the date. Lenny was checking for similar photos where she was invited to do a master class of how to walk like a model. Everything looked normal.

He felt like walking in a maze, like going in endless circles with nothing.

Lenny signed one of the contracts, Y/N would wave a flag at the Monaco F1 as the ambassador of a luxury watch brand in a few months, this deal was engaged by Richardson and he realized how unfair was Y/N’s cut compared to what her ex’s-manager got. These kind of inconsistencies had been also present in other of her contracts. He made a mental note to demand an audit later for that.

“You look like you need this.” Y/N offered him a glass of whiskey.

“That’s a nice way to say I look like shit.” Lenny chuckled inviting her to take the seat next to his.

“What’s the matter?”

“The numbers, there are inconsistencies, I’m starting to believe that your ex-manager has been stealing from you. But once we go back I’ll request an investigation.”

Y/N’s face was full of worry.

“I can’t believe it! How long has he been stealing from me?” Y/N asked, Lenny begged her to keep her voice down.

“That’s what I’m trying to find out, do you remember signing something unusual?”

No, everything was legal, Richardson got her the apartment she lived in, signed her assistant, suggested a portfolio as investment, he took care of everything, she barely got involved in those kind of decisions.

“It’s fine, I don’t want you to feel anymore pressure, you have enough with the runway.”

“To tell you the truth, I feel at a much better place now that you’re my manager, I never really liked him…”

Lenny was pleased to hear that.

“Anyways… I was wondering if Richardson told you about the contract I signed with the lingerie brand?”

Clearing his throat, Lenny tried to let his tie a bit loose. “Yes. What about it?”

Y/N smiled but shook her head.

“He wasn’t really excited with the project. Anyway I don’t want to bore you with it now.”

“It’s fine I don’t mind.” Lenny closed the laptop, to give her his undivided attention. “Tell me, what do you like the most about modeling?”

His question seemed to take her by surprise, but it was easy. “Meeting young girls who want to become a model as well.”

“Yeah?” He nodded. “Aren’t you scared of meeting them?”

Y/M shook her head. “No, they’re always nice… most of the people are, they just want a photo, as a matter of fact, I love it when Anna and I meet with fans and take them to a Runway with us for a backstage experience and have a little time you know, chatting.”

Lenny raised his eyebrows shocked to hear that piece of information about Anna but didn’t comment anything else.

“So, what’s your story?”

“Bored compared to yours.” Lenny chuckled, making Y/N giggle. “I’m not a model,” he admitted as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Oh but you could be easily mistaken by one.” Y/N interrupted.

Even if it was for an instant, Lenny blushed by her words. “I can assure you I could never be in front of the paparazzi like you do, I hate it.” He rolled his eyes at the memory of the restaurant.

“You should give it a try.”

“Sadly I don’t have time for a side job, you and your sister keep me busy.” He winked.

Y/N squinted her eyes and a playful look took over her.

***

“Would you believe me if I say, I’ve never been to the Eiffel Tower?” Y/N sighed loudly on their way to the elevator. “Like see it properly.”

Lenny held the door open for her.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, and it might be something silly you may think oh but she’s doing the walk at the actual tower, but it’s not the same you know? I won’t see or enjoy a picnic and have a good time, this is my job.”

“No, I totally get what you mean.” Lenny agreed. “Perhaps you could take a day off once you finish the fashion shows.”

“Oh, you’re saying I get to have a little holiday?” Y/N smiled walking out of the elevator.

Lenny walked to the front door of the suite. “Why not?”

“I thought you’d be demanding to have proof of my weight daily, you know that kind of stuff.” She shuddered.

“Oh no, I’m going to my little room in the attic. Way better.”

Y/N was surprised to learn he didn’t request a suite.

Lenny looked behind her shoulder, the room was ridiculously huge.

“Have some rest, you’ll need it for tomorrow.” As he walked towards the elevator at the end of the corridor, Y/N wondered why Lenny was so different to her ex-agent. He was kind and attentive, praised her work, reassuring, his presence made her feel secure and those blue gems made her knees weak.

—-

Y/N was on the cover of every single fashion magazine, the photographers went crazy when she stepped out of the hotel between one runway and another, but she always gave them what they loved, she posed for them and blew kisses to everyone, even took the time to take photos with the fans that asked her. The camera loved her, she was a natural and it didn’t matter that she was wearing a simple pants and top. She looked stunning.

She took over the most important fashion shows; Balmain, YSL, Dior, Luis Vuitton… and now she would be closing the Paris Fashion Week with Chanel. At the very top of everything and everyone. He was proud to learn about her work ethic, Y/N was always on time, didn’t need to make someone feel bad, was kind to everyone around her, treated her stylist, makeup artist and bodyguard with respect, she always had a smile on when a fan approached her for a photo or autograph and still made time have a good laugh backstage.

But by the end of the night, Y/N knocked on Lenny’s hotel room door make up free, glamour long forgotten with her hair in a small bun or a loose braid and sweats and they spent a good amount of time talking, he learned her ex manager forced her to get eye surgery so she didn’t need glasses anymore, he wanted her to get a nose job as well, but she refused that and the other surgeries advised firmly.

And little by little, Lenny started to warm into her. Between backstage chats, walking back to her suite or in the car ride to the venue, whenever she had the chance to talk to someone, she would choose him, he also noticed the way she was flirting back because she started doing a particular head tilt only reserved for him.

There was no use to deny the attraction that started sparking in those days, it’s was a natural thing after spending a lot of time together.

Lenny stared at the screen backstage as Y/N started walking, the cameraman zoomed out and captured the base of the Eiffel Tower, moments later he catched the entire Tower. Those lips pursed in a tight line, eyes focused in some point in the distance, long and firm strides as she walked elegantly. He wasn’t even able to look away, she was stealing the show.

The city lights illuminating every step, this was the longest runway Y/N had ever walk, it was ambitious and the perfect way to close the Paris Fashion week.

It happened too fast. Her heart was pounding as she returned backstage, her ears ringing from the noise and emotions, her hands shaking but not out of nerves, but the feelings of being walking that runway.

“Goodness I thought it was endless.” She was rushed to get changed into her next outfit.

“Four minutes, Y/N.” Someone announced as she started to undress to change into her new outfit.

The dresser adjusted the fabric while someone sprayed her hair and used a small brush to get the perfect look. And she was ready to go and take the runway one more time.

It was impossible to describe the sensation she got once she started walking. But she loved every second of it.

After changing one more time and finally closing the Paris Fashion Week, she rushed to her corner in backstage to change into her clothes, hang the design she was given, place the shoes she wore in the box and she started to remove the make up from her face, Lenny appeared behind her, knocking on the wall.

“Come in.” Y/N joked.

“Are you ready to go?”

“I thought you’d be back into the hotel by now.”

Lenny offered his hand to take her bag. “No, I stayed here watching the show backstage.”

“Oh, did you like it?”

Lenny shook his head and her heart stopped beating. “Loved it. Come on, I want you to see something.”

He showed her the way to a car with a driver but refused to say anything about their destination and she was too distracted by his voice to notice they crossed a bridge and the car was stopping next to a dock until he pointed out a yacht.

“What’s this?” Y/N asked out of breath.

Lenny chuckled, surprised by the sound he was making. “This is your chance to see the Eiffel Tower, we got it for an hour or so, so let’s go?”

Placing her hand over her heart, Y/N touched Lenny’s arm to mumble a low thank you. She was touched beyond words.

As the yacht started to move, she was able to see a first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower illuminated, lights dancing before her eyes.

“Goodness! This is beautiful Lenny!” Clamping her hands over her mouth to suppress a squeal, she didn’t want to blink so she wouldn’t miss a single second of it.

Lenny was pleased to see Y/N enjoying so much the moment.

“Thank you for this.” She repeated, her heart full of happiness, but when she looked into Lenny’s eyes, she found something else, something new.

“No, thank you for making me see things differently,” he let his fingers wander up and down her arm, “you made me realize a lot of things in a very short time.”

A chill ran down her spine by the intensity of his eyes. “Like what?”

“Like I’m starting to fall for you.” Lenny whispered and tilted his head towards her, finding her lips.

But the best part was when Y/N returned the kiss and placed her hand in the back of his head. It was demanding and she gave in when he intertwined his fingers through her locks.

“So am I, Lenny.” She admitted when they broke the kiss. Looking over at the monument and its lights.

Her line of work was somehow chaotic at times, with a crazy schedule, she never imagined to fall in love with someone in the media, but yet it felt so natural, they shared a couple of interests, got to understand each other over work, she noticed he was so serious at the beginning but slowly, he started to warm into her.

Leaning on Lenny’s shoulder, she fixed her eyes on the sight before her eyes, he was so thoughtful for giving her a moment like this.

Y/N sighed. “But this is going to be a huge thing, because I once had suspicions about my sister and my ex agent and I always told her it wasn’t professional,” she chuckled caressing Lenny’s face.

“What?” He asked with a frown, he wasn’t expecting that.

“I’m not sure if they had a one night thing or something…”

Lenny looked up at the sky, during her rehearsal, he got classified information about Anna. He rubbed his chin frustrated.

“There’s something I need to tell you first, but I need you to listen carefully.”

Y/N’s expression changed. “What’s wrong?”

“I really don’t work for the fashion industry, I’m an undercover agent investigating the girls that had been missing from different parts of the country, some even foreigners, I received information about your sister, apparently she’s involved by recruiting young girls for a meet and greet or a model session, after that some of the girls went missing.”

It was a lot to digest, she was confused after all the information he just dropped.

She was shocked. “You’re a spy?”

“An agent.” He corrected. “Not a models agent.”

Y/N took a deep breath, the beautiful surprise took a different turn.

“Are you sure Anna is involved?”

Lenny nodded. “We’ve been tracking her down for a while and recently got access to a couple of messages codified that started the alarms again.”

“Why? She doesn’t need to.”

“Could be a lot of things.” Lenny admitted watching the sadness in her eyes, the veil falling to the ground and the pedestal in which she put Anna breaking. “I’m sorry, but I needed you to know this, since she has involved you somehow.”

“I’ve been to those meet and greet with the girls, the after parties, but everything seemed to be normal.” She crossed her arms. “I can’t imagine those girls wanting to have a dream come true and then not coming back home.”

As it started to get chilly, Lenny took off the jacket of his suit and wrapped it around Y/N’s shoulders, then he pulled her into his embrace and she leant into him giving one more look to the Eiffel Tower as the yacht started to go back.

As much as she loved her sister to death, she wasn’t going to allow her to hurt innocent people.

“What can I do to help you?”

Lenny ran his thumb across her face, giving her a small peck on the lips. “For now, I just want you to be safe.”

****

Part 4

A/N: I found the runway photo on Pinterest but I don’t know what fashion show it’s from ☺️ this was particularly hard to write because although I had the entire idea figured out, I couldn’t get around the document 🤷🏻‍♀️ what do you think it will happen now?

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#That’s what Cill said #cillian murphy #Lenny Miller #Agent Lenny Miller #Leonard Miller #Cillian Murphy x Lenny Miller #Lenny Miller x reader #Lenny Miller x you #cillian murphy x you #movie Anna

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snezhnoel · 8 months

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I'm no deity, please understand.

teyvat was monochrome; colorless; an uninteresting world with no spice. the world building was detailed yet not at the same time. the mountains are tall as ever, and the oceans and sunset blend black and white gorgeously as if they work partners for it. all these magnificent views and the archons wondered, what is truly missing?

it's just an ordinary day. well, no actually, happy birthday for those that day. your mother birthed you as a mere human, and took care of you as just another mortal. your academic grades are pretty good, but not enough to catch another one's attention. summary is, you are just like others.

you experienced gifted kid's burnout by the time your mother left, now desperately thirsting over compliments and praises, it's even worse than ever. but once again, you're just like others, so you've grown up with nothing in particular that sharpens you over anyone else. how did you get on this point?

it's three am. you sat on your bed and gaze out the window, you're lucky enough to have a magnificent view, you always reminded yourself. frustration hits you for the second time in the same hour, it's not your fault that the school project is too hard to your liking.

the thing is, it's to invent something, anything, no rules or requirements whatsoever, and that's what made it so difficult. you are lost without guidance, from your mother and the education, you're not that of a creative type afterall.

another forty five minutes rolled in like wind, the thought of the night transitioning into morning is making you sick. just, how fast time truly flies?

time truly flies? time truly flies.. oh, that's it! you grinned a genuine expression of relief, you've finally got an idea for the project! another step to do, you need to write an essay about the theory, since proving it physically is rather.. difficult.

goddamn, your seatmate didn't note you that it's this difficult?! you swore quietly, gritting your teeth as a huff of another frustration rushes over. your eyes wondered on your room to find source of relaxation, cringing as you just realized how messy your room is, though oddly enough you know just where a thing is placed. accidentally, you held your gaze to the clock as it replied by showing the time; 4:13 am.

silent fucker, you insulted it. you spent another seven minutes thinking if your essay would succeed. your final decision is to rip the papers and clean up after your tools, before settling in to bed.

you woke up with a sore body. you just dreamed of chasing the distant dream which you forget by now, though you remember a piece where a figure looks too similar with you, though wearing the finest clothes and a crown— halo, placed upon their head. it's a weird dream that you had to admit, but you knew better than to stay in bed and wait until you're late.

you did your usual routine; prepare to bath, shower and brush your teeth, almost slipping the slippery floor once you get out, do your clothes and brush your hair in a way you favor, then go downstairs to treat yourself a cereal.

by the time you're ready to go, you forgot how you ripped apart your essay's papers. goddamn, you murmured to yourself. though worried, your ignorant self dominated other emotions, resulting an I don't care declaration to yourself, then walk alone to your school

it's monochrome, stays the same as ever. you've been familiar with this world for as long as you remember, and also until you're skilled enough to know which monochromatic shade resembles the seven archons, despite how nerdy it sounds.

it's as if you've teleported right to your class. time passes until the first lesson, science, something you're not a big fan of. it's either the class itself or the teacher, you're unsure with yourself. the teacher continued on whatever today's topics are, but your mind is dozed off to the essay due today, specifically after this science class.

you didn't pay any attention, hence why you looked like a dear about to get hit when everyone's scattered to make whatever liquid they wanted. not wanting a judgemental gaze from the teacher, you hurriedly takes an empty table— which is unfortunately on the front row, but you couldn't care enough.

you started on mixing whatever is on the table, ignorance taking over once again, whispering as if gaslighting you into forgetting the possible side effects. it worked. a small exploison from yours occured. flabbergasted and on instinct, you used your vision to protect yourself upon it. the contact made a universal change in teyvat unbeknownst to you.

silence filled the room, your classmates looking just as flabbergasted as the teacher. you peered over to your desk, expecting ruined materials but no, it's.. a..?

you're not sure what it's called. it's not monochromatic; it's not a shade of black, gray nor white. it's vibrant, brilliant, determined and brave..!

wh- did you just describe something that you don't even know exist? either way, the sounds of clapping echoed throughout the room, both from your classmates and the teacher, and some occasional yells of woohoo following.

the teacher approached you, asking if you know what it is, and if not, what would you call it?

you froze in place. you don't know what it is but, what would you call it? out of panic, you stumbled upon your words, muttering a series of nonsense.

the teacher raised an eyebrow, confused on your behavior. she then caught on a word that got her particular attention. a color, she repeated your words. you just sent another eyebrow raise at her, humming a confused tone.

the teacher congratulated you and another round of claps followed after. time, you swore, is like an illusion. direct government officials under the archon's orders arrived to school to keep safe the color. the name of the substance left an unfamiliar mark on your tongue. it sounds weird, you chuckled to yourself. later on, they began in questioning you about your creation, is what they called it, which you then answered with everything that truly happened.

they took you in, labeled you as a Genius Savior for saving teyvat, they quoted, though you're still left confused by whatever has happened. you met your nation's archons, hell, those government officials even said that you would meet the remaining archons in the near future! what the hell?! you, a mere human, boring individual, just like others, nothing special of mortal, gets to meet all the archons?!

you are nervous. you sat on your throne, it was a custom one ordered by your nation's archons, saying that's the least they can do as to thank you. the fancy and high quality clothes doesn't feel like it belongs to you, rather more like borrowing it. you felt out of place, since none of the other archons use a similar styled clothing like yours.

the archons formally held a conversation between them, occasionally mentioning your name as if inviting you over. you answered their questions humbly and decline their offer kindly, you don't want to anger an archon afterall.

celestial angels arrived at the building, one holding a shiny crown that you swore felt familiar. the archons had stood up and bowed before your panicked state. you stood up, mainly because the absence of guidance on what to do, and because of formalities. the angels stepped closer to you, smiling on your mortal figure. you are confused as ever, just what is going to happen?

they placed the crown on your head. why? you asked yourself. it was hard on resisting the urge to ask here and there. afternoon turned evening and you've gone bored from the ceremony. later did you know, that your life would change for eternity.

no, it was beyond mortal mind! you're just a mere founder, now whatever they gave you titles..! you're not God of Colors, you're not Teyvat's Savior, why couldn't they understand?!

you are no deity, then you hope them to understand someday.

#SNEZHNOEL. post #genshin #genshin impact #genshin concept #genshin idea #sagau #sagau concept #sagau idea #the ending is rushed but i hope it doesn't ruin the mood in a big span of #y'all i'm back #y'all i'm dead

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Miss Haley Hotchner [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@happyheidi) Center (@ssamorganhotchner) Right (Press Coffee via their website)

Prompt: How the reader comes to have a friendship with Haley because of their shared interest in house plants.

Pairing: Hotch x gender-neutral reader. The reader uses they/them pronouns.

Category: Fluff and domesticity.

Word Count: 7.2K

Content Warnings: Brief mention of a case and unsub (kidnapping), mention of Aaron's abuse (beatings).

A/N: Good evening, loves! Today I give you a soft little domestic piece. I can imagine supporting you in your hobbies and passions, and this is just indulging in that fantasy. Full transparency the plant person in my family is my sister, not me, so if I get some stuff wrong about the plants, sorry. Here is another odd tie-in to Aaron. My sister was also in a production of Pirates of Penzance in the summer, so I’m familiar with the musical now. The song “Major General “ is very impressive. Even being in the chorus would be hard. I’ll link a video of it below the story. That’s what I’ve got. If you like the story, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you have a great rest of your week! Love Levi - ❤️

P.S. The gang wanted some domestic Hotch yesterday, so I'm tagging y'all. I hope this helps: @hotchs-big-hands @sleeperwillow

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_y/n_ = your name

_y/f/c_ = your favorite color

_s/o/c_’s = strands or curls

_y/f/c/d_ = your favorite coffee drink

_y/n_moved down the bustling street toward the upscale coffee shop. _y/n_ had half begged Aaron that morning to have him come with them in a voice that was laced more with sleep than wakefulness. _y/n_ had sleepily shifted their weight on top of his hips, straddling his body, hand pressing close to his chest. _y/n_ kissed his cheek and neck sloppily with half-closed eyes. Aaron had hummed gently, the sound rumbled in his chest and reverberated through _y/n_’s body. Hotch moved his head to the side and up a little to give her better access to his skin. While _y/n_ kissed him, his hands made their way to _y/n_'s lower back and the other to their left shoulder blade. Hotch put some pressure on these areas, warming them, as he stroked over the warm skin covered by the thin layer of their _y/f/c_ sleeping shirt. After a moment of his soft intimacy, Aaron spoke, saying, “It’s not going to work, _y/n_. I can’t go with you.” _y/n_ pulled back and pouted. They leaned down and kissed his warm lips before pulling back, now more awake after having spent some time against their lover. _y/n_ smiled and asked, “Why can’t you come with me? Just because you have a black thumb doesn’t mean you’ll kill anyone else’s plant.” Aaron chuckled; he knew that wasn’t fully true, but that wasn’t the reason why he couldn’t accompany _y/n_, and Aaron replied, “No it’s not my inability to keep a plant alive, it’s that Jack is coming over and we have soccer in…” Aaron turned his head to look at the clock on the nearby nightstand, he turned back to looking at _y/n_ and finished his sentence with, “two hours.” At hearing this, _y/n_ smiled and placed their head on his chest. Brushing their cheek against the dark hairs growing there. When their head came to rest on his breastbone, Aaron moved his left hand up the nape of _y/n_’s neck and into the base of _y/n_’s hair. He combed through the _s/o/c_’s in a repetitive motion. Sometimes Hotch thought of _y/n_ like a very affectionate cat. The way _y/n_ loved physical intimacy. Not just sexual intimacy, which they also enjoyed very much together, but there was a desire to just be close to Aaron that he hadn’t experienced in years. The last time he had been this open with his body with someone had been in high school with Haley. Back then, he had been seeking comfort for slightly different reasons.

Given the physical abuse he endured during his childhood, the near-daily beatings had left him vulnerable. Weary of touch. Any type of touch, not just intimate touch. When he had seen Haley for the first time, and they had shook hands, it was the first time he had welcomed someone to interact with his body in years. He had come to crave that feeling for her, and the fact that Aaron was so able to give and receive physical touch and intimacy with _y/n_ now was a testament to the healing and growth he had done over the years. _y/n_ never overdid it. They knew he had his limits, and that he could become a bit overwhelmed. It was their mutual understanding of the other that had made their relationship work. That and the fact that they were very open in their communication. If Hotch or _y/n_ did something that upset the other, they took the time to talk it out. Sometimes they had to take a break if the argument was bigger and more personal, but those tiffs were rare, and they managed to compromise. Sometimes, they even found those arguments had strengthened their relationship. Aaron was pulled back to the present as _y/n_ said, “I’m sorry I forgot Jack was coming. Maybe I can go next month, I haven’t seen Jack in what feels like a while.” Aaron moved up and kissed the tip of _y/n_’s nose and replied, “You don’t have to darling. I know you’ve been looking forward to this plant swap for a long time. And, you saw Jack last week, remember? We picked him up and dropped him off at Haley’s.” _y/n_ made a small, disappointed sound. Aaron wrapped his arms around them and said, “Plus, I don’t blame you for not remembering. Haley called me late last night asking if I could watch him. You were already half asleep. Like you are now.” He said the last point in a joking manner. At this point, _y/n_ was fully awake. One of Aaron’s favorite things to do was tease them that they were always tired. They were often yawning at home, but never in the office or field. Also in a teasing manner, _y/n_ picked up one of the pillows near the head of the bed. They gently hit Hotch on the chest, while he used his hands to block the blow. As _y/n_ raised their hands again, Aaron captured their wrists and used his legs and knees to strongly hold _y/n_’s waist. He rolled to his side then so that he was now on top of _y/n_ straddling their body.

The pillow fight was suddenly forgotten as he leaned down and captured _y/n_’s mouth with his own. Aaron intensified the kiss and when they moved apart for air, _y/n_ let out a small gasp. They said, “No fair using your strength against me like that, A.” Aaron smiled, eyes twinkling with a playful desire. Hotch shifted his weight back so his upper thighs were resting against his calves and ankles. _y/n_ moved their arms up to support them. One hand held their weight and the other moved to stroke down their love’s sharp jaw. Hotch said, “I think you should go to your thing. You should have your own hobbies and interests. It’s good for you. And you can always see Jack after practice. Haley asked for us to watch him until 2:00 p.m.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “Okay. I’ll go. But if I have a good time then I am dragging you to it next month. I think you’ll like this coffee shop no matter if plants are involved or not.” Aaron gave _y/n_ one more quick kiss and said, “Of course, love. That’s a promise.”

_y/n_ wiggled out from Aaron’s body and he looked at them with affection as they put on pants and moved to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Hotch also got out of bed and moved to the kitchen to get some kind of breakfast and coffee started. After they had eaten, _y/n_ moved to get dressed and grab their bag. They and Aaron had had the “‘Let’s move in together talk together,’ but they were waiting for _y/n_’s lease to end and for Aaron to figure out one legally technical thing on his lease, so even though they spent most nights together at either’s space, they still technically lived separately. One of the things that _y/n_ hadn’t moved over to his place yet was their small house plant collection. It was small now, consisting of only five easy-to-care-for plants. Thus, they were going to need to make a pit stop at their place about a half hour away to pick up their propagation and the Pothos they were hoping to trade with the other plant enthusiasts at the swap. When _y/n_ had everything gathered, they moved and kissed Aaron and asked, “Should I meet you and Jack back here, or did you have plans after practice?” Aaron thought for a moment and said, “Jack’s been asking to go out to pizza recently, so I’ll ask him if he wants to do that today. I’ll text you what he decides.” _y/n_ smiled, nodded, and replied, “Alright, well I look forward to it.” Aaron nodded and stepped forward. He pushed the strap of their shoulder bag back up onto their shoulder, as it had started moving down their arm. He leaned down and kissed the top of _y/n_’s forehead, saying, “Drive safe please.” _y/n_ nodded and as Aaron opened the door for them _y/n_ said “I will. I always do.”

And that was why _y/n_ was walking to the coffee shop that was hosting its monthly plant swap. _y/n_ had parked down the street given it was a busy part of the city. Ss _y/n_ stepped inside the shop, the interior was perfect for plant people as it looked like a mini greenhouse or even smaller arboretum. The walls and ceilings of glass allowed the soft light of the sun in. _y/n_ set their small plant offerings on one of the shared tables next to a man who had much more impressive plants on show. _y/n_ hoped that there was someone as novice as them at growing plants. _y/n_ wasn’t ready for misters or grow light yet. Right now growing and maintaining the little indoor garden that they didn’t want to think about much more commitment than watering and opening the blinds for an hour or so in the morning. _y/n_ moved to the counter and ordered a _y/f/c/d_. _y/n_ moved back to wait for their order. They took the time to look over the room and see the rest of those holding plants, many of the people here for the swap were already chatting, clearly knowing each other already. _y/n_ didn’t mind this. They were new to the community, only having joined one Facebook group for plant owners in Virginia, and a Discord server about the care and maintenance of house plants in the North where the sun was less intense and the winters made it hard to keep certain plants alive. When _y/n_’s name was called, they moved to the counter. Just as they got their drink, the doorbell rang and _y/n_ looked over and their eyes went wide. Haley was walking through the door with a bag that appeared to have three plants inside. From the small tips of the growing material that could be seen from the lip of the bag, Haley’s plants were far more impressive than theirs. Haley looked over to the place where you ordered your drinks. As she did this, her eyes met _y/n_’s and Mrs. Hotchner’s eyes similarly went wide. Slightly awkwardly, _y/n_ raised their hand and gave a tentative smile. Haley mimicked their hand movement but didn’t smile per se. Even if Aaron’s ex-wife didn’t smile, there was a soft kindness in Haley’s eyes, and that set _y/n_ at ease. _y/n_ moved back to her spot at the table. It was a few minutes before someone more their speed entered the coffee shop. The woman had bright auburn hair. She wore a long skirt, a gold star belt, and a sleeveless top. The young free spirit was so magnetic that _y/n_ was intrigued. The woman was so different from the stiff shirts that _y/n_ experienced at the bureau that they wanted to just say hello to this person, even if she didn’t have any plants they wanted.

_y/n_ waited for the woman to get her drink and get settled on one of the communal tables. _y/n_ was very excited to see the woman pull out a healthy-looking snake plant. Internally _y/n_ punched the air, ‘Perfect,’ they thought! This was exactly their speed. _y/n_ grabbed their plant offerings and moved to sit across from the woman. The auburn-haired individual smiled, as _y/n_ sat down and said, “Hi!” The woman’s face was radiant. _y/n_ genuinely smiled back and said, “Hello. I’m so glad to see someone with plants that aren’t over a hundred dollars.” The woman nodded and said, “Tell me about it. You’re the first person to come here who has something I feel comfortable trading with. Are you new to the area? I’m Willow by the way.” _y/n_ extended their hand and said, “_y/n_, _y/l/n_, and to answer your question, I’ve lived here for a few years. I’m just new to the plant world per se.” Willow nodded and replied, “Well welcome. You’ll find most people here are unproblematic. Would you like to swap either a plant or a propagation I’d trade my Chinese Money plant for your Pothos. I don’t have one with those colors yet. It’s very pretty.” _y/n_ thought about it and then agreed to trade their plant for the Chinese Money plant. Willow asked, “So how did you hear about this meet-up? I’m in public relations and I’m always interested in how people come together around a shared hobby.” _y/n_ replied, “Well I got into plants when a friend gave me a pencil cactus as a gift. I really wanted to keep it alive because they were moving across the country for a new job. I had to do research and I found the community. Once my Google search results found out I was into plants now, things started popping up on all my social media, including this plant swap. I was a lurker for a long time, to be honest. It was my partner that encouraged me to finally come today.” Willow smiled at her and said, “We love a supportive partner. Go them. My poor girlfriend keeps half begging me to stop coming here given our house is now overrun with her cats and my plants. Space is at a premium.” _y/n_ giggled at Willow's statement and said, “Thankfully I’m not that deep into the hobby yet, but I know what you mean.” The pair talked for a while longer. Once Willow had finished her matcha latte, she stood and shook _y/n_’s hand saying, I hope to see you again next month! It was a pleasure meeting you.” They smiled back and replied, “Same here, Willow. Thanks for being so nice to me?” The woman flushed just a bit and then moved out of the shop.

Once Willow was out of the room, _y/n_ felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Like someone was looking at them. _y/n_ had felt this on and off during the twenty-minute conversation they had with Willow. _y/n_ turned her gaze to where they knew Haley was sitting. Haley couldn’t turn her gaze away fast enough for _y/n_ not to catch her staring. Haley blushed a bit, embarrassed for being caught. _y/n_ looked at her phone. It was still only 9:30 p.m. Jack’s practice would have just started fifteen minutes ago. It would go for another two hours. _y/n_ decided to sit and have another drink. She could do that and still catch the last hour or so of the team’s drills and practice game. _y/n_ remembered Aaron’s comments in the morning that they deserved rest and hobbies, even if that was just enjoying a high-quality latte and people-watching. Also, something about Haley being here made them want to stay. Not that _y/n_ was trying to snoop or pry into Aaron’s ex-wife’s life. It was more like a desire to share this space with her. _y/n_ and Haley’s relationship was little. _y/n_ felt that they knew more about Haley than Haley did about them. Given that Aaron was an open communicator, he had detailed their relationship; its rise and eventual fall. What Haley knew about them was unknown. Of course, she knew that they were a part of the BAU. Perhaps because they and Aaron had gotten into a relationship it had felt like rubbing salt in a wound. _y/n_ hoped it wasn’t that way. They and Aaron had both waited a respectful time before they had admitted their feelings for each other. It had all been very proper, per Hotch’s standards as a boss and a gentleman. Being here with Haley felt like a good first step. Even if they didn’t speak at all.

As _y/n_ sat and watched the ebb and flow of traffic into the coffee shop, they watched as deals and trades were made with some normal and some exotic plants alike. It was a peaceful environment. However, now and then _y/n_ would look over to Haley. Haley was continually looking at her phone and the door. There was a slight look of concern on her face. After another few minutes, _y/n_ couldn’t take it anymore. _y/n_ stood and moved to sit next to Haley, no matter how uncomfortable or awkward the conversation was going to be. _y/n_ couldn’t let this person whom they were close to through Aaron be in distress, even if it seemed minor. Haley looked up at _y/n_ as they sat. She let out a small exhale. _y/n_ looked over Haley once more, the strained look was still there, and they said, “Mrs… Hotchner…” As soon as the title came out, they mentally face-palmed, thinking they should have thought about what to call Aaron’s ex before coming over. However, the words were out there, and they couldn’t take them back. So _y/n_ swallowed and continued, “I couldn’t help but notice you seem upset. Is everything okay? I know you asked Aaron to have Jack last night. Are you alright?” Given the nature of the job, _y/n_’s mind could go to bad places quickly. Partners and even ex-partners of FBI agents could become targets for bad people easily. At their comment, Haley gave a small, almost sad smile as she said, “You profilers man. Nothing escapes you, does it?” _y/n_ didn’t know how to respond to the rhetorical question. Thankfully, Haley filled in the silence, saying, “It’s nothing serious really. I’m waiting for this guy, Richard. He’s kind of a big deal in the plant world. I’ve been courting him on and off for months to come down and swap a small false bird of paradise propagation with me. He finally relented last night, thus the need for Aaron to look after Jack.” There was more to Haley’s words than she was letting on. Her use of the word, “court,” plus the need for her son to be absent at this meeting felt a bit clandestine. If there were romantic intentions, _y/n_ wasn’t going to bring it up. They had no right to comment. After all, they were romantically involved with her ex-husband. After another second, the door clinked open and Haley looked up anticipatorily. Her face lightened. It was clear that ‘Richard’ was with them now. In a moment of almost teenage girlhood insecurity, Haley asked _y/n_, “How do I look?” _y/n_ smiled and replied, “Stunning.” They weren’t lying. _y/n_ could see why Aaron had been attracted to Ms. Haley Hotchner nee Brooks. There was a small smudge of lipgloss just out of the lines of her mouth. _y/n_ pointed it out to her, and Haley said, “Thanks, _y/n_. You’re a lifesaver.” _y/n_ just smiled and moved out of their seat to give the two space. They didn’t stick around after that. It was one thing to be in the same room with Haley, it was another to crash a potential date of hers. It would be like Haley sitting on one of _y/n_’s and Aaron’s date night. The thought made them cringe.

As _y/n_ drove toward the park where Jack practiced soccer at every other weekend, they reflected on how funny it was that both they and Haley had this shared interest. When _y/n_ had revealed to Aaron that they had a small plant collection, he had asked, “Are you being serious?” For a second _y/n_ thought there might be a serious issue with this. They wondered if Hotch had some rare allergy to house plants or something bizarre like that. However, Aaron had clarified that Haley had also kept houseplants as well. This was when he had also revealed his black thumb to them. Similarly, even though _y/n_ wasn’t hardcore into theaters and musicals, they had friends who were, so they were obliged to know at least three musical lyrics at a time depending on the mood of their good old high school friends. So when Aaron had revealed that he met Haley because of a production of Pirates of Penzance, _y/n_ had naturally said, “Oh Gilbert and Sullivan. That’s cool!” Hotch had been dumbfounded. He’d never, in his life heard of the musical before, and here was _y/n_ with an apparent deep knowledge of the old opera. _y/n_ had reassured him quickly that they hadn’t stalked his early years or anything, just perhaps knew more about the musical and opera scene than most. They had teased him anytime he brought up his musical inability. They would say, “Hey, you were pirate number four, and I’m sure the best pirate number four that ever was. That meant you sang in the chorus of “Major General.” That can’t be easy.” Aaron had blushed at his and said, “Well, I mouthed most of the words, to be honest, and I almost dropped Haley twice during rehearsal and one performance night.” His admission had _y/n_ in stitches on the couch. It was a fond memory for them both. As more good memories flashed before _y/n_ as they drove, they were grateful for having such a kind and loving partner as Aaron.

When they arrived at the field, _y/n_ sat on the small stands watching the team practice. They kept a special eye on Jack. Aaron had inadvertently made his way to the field and was helping the other middle-aged dad correct and help lead the team. _y/n_ had suggested that he should make it a permanent thing. Talk to the other dad, but Hotch had said he wanted to wait. If Jack showed a serious interest, he would pitch the idea to Greg, the man who was the ‘official’ coach. Aaron didn’t want to pressure his son into a passion or sport unless he wanted to play. He wasn’t going to force Jack to do anything, unlike his father had done with him. Hotch was highly considering it. It would be fun and give his life some stability. It would also mean more built-in quality time with Jack, which in his book, was never going to be a bad thing. Ever. Aaron’s eyes caught movement nearby, and he saw _y/n_ move to a seat on the small bleachers paralleling either side of the field. He smiled at them, and _y/n_ beamed back, giving a small wave as a means of “Hello there, mister.” Hotch tore his eyes away from his love to look at Jack who made a goal. Aaron punched the air and said, “Let’s go, Buddy! That was amazing.” The practice finished; the trio moved to get pizza at a nearby spot. The food was greasy and filling, and _y/n_ asked Jack how he was doing at school and home. Aaron watched as they listened intently to what his son was saying. Like Jack’s commentary was the most important thing in the world to them. When all the slices were consumed, Aaron having helped Jack finish off the crusts of his son’s slice, they all piled into the cars. By this point, it was time for Jack to be taken back to Haley’s. Aaron coordinated with _y/n_ and they agreed to meet back at his place. He would drop off his son, and they would put their new plant at their place before heading back to his apartment. They would decide what they wanted to do with the rest of their afternoon from there.

An hour or so later, they reconvened at his. They sat on his couch as some random Bowie album played in the background. Aaron kissed the top of _y/n_’s head asking, “So what do you want to do before tonight?” That evening, they had agreed to meet up with Rossi, Derek, and Emily at some new spot for cocktails. That wasn’t until 8:30 p.m., so they still had a few hours to themselves. _y/n_ suggested a small walk around the neighborhood. They loved to look at the architecture of the older buildings in his area. The trees that lined the drives. Those trees were slowly changing color from bright greens to burnt oranges. It was a stark contrast to the brutalist concrete architecture of their own apartment. Block of cinder on blocks of cinder. It certainly wasn’t the main reason they wanted to move in with Aaron, but it was a small one. The aesthetics of his part of town had drawn them in. They knew they had romanticized the area, but how couldn’t they, given the inhabitant at the center of their world? The pair moved outside and onto the drive. Hotch pulled them close. He wrapped an arm around their waist, providing a small intimate touch, as they walked down the street. _y/n_ leaned their head against his side and said, “You’d never believe who I saw at the plant swap today.” Hotch thought about it as they continued to walk. He hedged a guess, saying, “Let’s see. How about Rossi?” There was a pause, and he amended his statement, saying, “No Morgan. It was Morag for sure!” _y/n_ laughed. The throaty sound warmed him from the inside. After a beat, they said, “It was Haley, actually.” This had Aaron stop for a second. He looked down at _y/n_ and he said, “Really?” _y/n_ nodded and said, “Yeah.” Hotch composed himself and he guided them forward again. A lot of thoughts ran through his mind. He finally asked, “Did she seem okay?” Aaron kept up with Haley as much as he thought was respectful. Of course, Jack brought her up often in conversation, and he listened with rapt attention, but other than that, he tried to give her space. It only felt right that he let her build her own life again. That was what she had wanted when she had left him, and he respected that. After a moment, _y/n_ replied, “She seems happy. She was waiting for some bigwig plant person. You never told me she was that good with plants. I’m sure she thought my offerings were a bit pathetic after seeing what she had.” Hotch squeezed their side. It didn’t pass him by that they hadn’t mentioned the gender of the “bigwig,” but he wasn’t going to ask for his ex’s privacy. It wasn’t any of his business anymore. He did, however, address _y/n_’s second comment, saying, “Well, Haley is particular, I’ll say that, but not in a bad way. I’m sure she wouldn’t judge you for trying something new. I bet she was happy to see you.” At this, _y/n_ flushed. It made them feel good to still hear Aaron support his ex-partner. If there had been a resentment between them, Aaron at least had let it go. And given how Haley had reacted that morning to seeing them, it seemed that Haley perhaps felt the same. It was refreshing to see people who had separated still be kind to each other. It meant that love that had faded didn’t mean that that love hadn’t existed. It had been real and that was okay to acknowledge and feel. Sometimes it felt like society and media pushed that love had to be this pulsating, living passionate thing. But often, love moved into hibernation, or it slowed and puttered out. Like a candle blown out by a shaky breath. The flame would fight for life for a moment before being snuffed out. That in a way, was a comfort. Not that _y/n_ saw that happening with them, but it ever did, it was nice to know that he would never slander or bad mouth them behind their back. That had happened to them before, and it wasn’t pleasant. Not at all. They continued to walk and enjoyed this small time together.

Next month _y/n_ returned to the plant swap. As adamant as Aaron had been about joining her next time, Hotch had been called away from a special lawyer consult. It was yet to be seen if the team would need to join him. Because of the possibility of a new case, _y/n_ was going to enjoy their Saturday while they could. _y/n_ moved back to the now-familiar coffee shop. When they entered, they spotted Willow, and someone they assumed was Willow’s girlfriend. _y/n_ moved closer to her new friends. Willow smiled and introduced their girlfriend to them. The trio chatted for a while. Willow asked, “Hey, I thought you said you were bringing your partner this month. Is everything okay with you two? _y/n_ smiled at their friend’s consideration and good memory. They had said that they were bringing Aaron this month. _y/n_ replied, “We’re all good. Thanks for asking. He got pulled out of town for a work thing. It’s tragic really. Next month for I’m bringing him for sure.” After this, _y/n_ and Willow found some other folks at the meet-up to swap their wares with. As _y/n_ finished her exchange with a young college student horticulturist, the door opened, and Haley entered the room with Jack attached to her hip. The young boy noticed _y/n_ and said her name and waved. _y/n_ waved back and Haley moved toward them. The blond-haired woman sat across from _y/n_ and said, “Hey _y/n_. Could you watch Jack while I get our drinks?’ _y/n_ smiled and nodded, saying, “Yeah of course.” Haley leaned down to be on eye level with her son and asked, “Do you still want hot chocolate?” Jack nodded enthusiastically. Haley softly said, “Okay. I’ll be right back. _y/n_ is going to look after you while I get us some drinks.” _y/n_ asked Jack how his week had been, and the child tiptoed over to her from his seat and climbed onto their lap. _y/n_ smiled down at him as he detailed his last week of school, the new cartoons he had watched, and how his mom let him have pizza, twice because he felt sick on Monday. As Haley returned, they hoped Jack's choice to sit on her lap didn’t make the older woman uncomfortable., but Haley had a small hint of warmth on her face as she made her way back to the table and set Jack’s hot chocolate in front of him. Haley said, “I ordered it at a kid's temp, so he’s good to drink it right now.” _y/n_ nodded, thankful for the clarification. In his quiet, pleading voice, Jack asked, “Is there whipped cream?” _y/n_ looked over to Haley again and she nodded yes. They smiled and with one hand opened the lid of the cup so Jack could get to the whipped cream before it melted into the chocolaty drink. As the young boy was focused solely on his drink, _y/n_ looked at Haley and asked, “So, Mrs. Hotchner, how was it with Richard? Did you get the plant you wanted?” Haley smiled and said, “_y/n_ there’s no need to be so polite. Please just call me Haley. Being called Aaron’s last name is awkward and I know you feel it too.” _y/n_ flushed but nodded, saying, “Alright, Haley.” In being able to use her first name without it being awkward. There was a soft relief in that.

Haley ended up answering their question saying that Richard had been lovely and that she had gotten the rare propagation she wanted. The woman didn’t go into further detail about the man, but she didn’t need to. _y/n_ could tell from her tone and facial features that there was an attraction between Haley and Richard. _y/n_ was happy for her. They hoped Haley could find someone that would complement her and her life goals. After a moment of silence, Haley asked something she had wondered for a while. She still missed Aaron some nights even though she knew it was for the best for both of them to not be together, but this one small innocuous element of her ex-husband and she asked, “Does Aaron still do that thing where he’s asleep but sleep talking like he’s having a real conversation?” _y/n_’s eyes went wide and they chuckled softly saying, “Yes. Oh my gosh, all the time. He totally thinks he’s having some deep philosophical conversation too. Like, he’s so serious about it.” Hearing this made Haley laugh too and she said, “And he’s just saying random words and phrases. If that. Sometimes it's just those little sounds.” Both adults laughed again, and _y/n_ felt warmed that they could talk like this. That they were forming their own bond. Now that they had opened this channel of conversation, _y/n_ said, “You’ll never believe what he did last week.” Haley easily said, “He killed one of your plants, didn’t he?” _y/n_ not expecting her to guess so quickly and correctly, started to say, “He…” They but themself off as _y/n_ realized that she had answered correctly. _y/n_ said, “Yes actually. How did you know?” Haley smiled and said, “Oh can I tell you about the plants he’s killed of mine? I swear you leave that man alone for a day heck, even a long afternoon, you need to expect a casualty of war. I used to drag him to the plant store and make him buy a replacement plant with his card. Not that our money was separated back then, but it made me feel better. You should have him do that for you too. He’ll pretend that he hates it, but secretly he enjoys it a lot.” There was a short silence after they both chuckled. Jack moved from _y/n_’s lap and back to his mom's. Haley grasped him gently and asked, “Where is he by the way? I guess I thought he might come with you this month.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “He meant to, but a half-case, half-lawyer thing came up in Wyoming. The team’s still waiting to see if we’re going to be called in.” Hearing this, Haley sighed and said, “The job never stops, does it.” _y/n_ nodded in agreement and then the blonde-haired woman said, “You should call him. Let me tell him off for killing your plant.” _y/n_ flushed and stuttered slightly. If Haley wasn’t being so open and friendly they might have thought that she was trying to get Aaron back, but they knew that wasn’t the case. Haley had well and truly moved on from Hotch. _y/n_ thought, ‘What the hell. Why not.” _y/n_ pulled her phone from their back pocket and pulled up speed dial. Aaron answered on the second ring. He didn’t sound tired exactly. Really he just sounded bored. He said, “Hey, honey, what’s up? Is everything okay?” _y/n_ flushed slightly and asked, “Are you busy right? Are you in a meeting? It’s nothing bad, I promise.” There was a pause and Hotch replied, “No, I just got out of one though. This is reminding me of why I left law all over again.” _y/n_ chuckled again and said, “Well I have something to distract you with. Someone wants to talk to you.” _y/n_ handed the phone to Haley.

Haley took the phone and said, “Hey, Aaron. When you get back from your thing I think you should take _y/n_ to the plant store and get her a replacement. Maybe even a nicer one than the one you managed to kill.” _y/n_ was holding back laughter at Haley’s mock angry tone. In the large corporate law office in Wyoming. Hearing Haley’s voice on the line teasing him was not what he had expected. His brain started trying to pull pieces together, Like where and how _y/n_ and Haley would be together. Why they would be together. His head was still full of legalese it took him a second longer than normal. Finally, he realized it was the weekend of the plant swap, and that _y/n_ had told him Haley had been there last time. He felt warmed from the inside that _y/n_ and Haley had started to bond. It made him feel good. He had rather forgotten that his ex-wife had chastised him. Finally, he came back to his brain and said, “Um…” He stopped himself from saying “Honey,” and continued, “...Haley. I’ll do that. I did apologize, and in my defense, I did everything _y/n_ told me to.” Haley laughed on the other end and was about to say something else but Jack could hear his dad’s voice and asked quietly on the other end, “Is that Daddy?” At hearing Jack, Aaron’s heart pushed in his chest. It felt like honey was being poured over an already sweet orange slice. Aaron had to clear his throat a bit and asked, “Is Jack there? Could you, could you put him on Facetime?” There was a soft shuffling sound and Hotch moved down the hall and moved into an empty meeting room in the law firm. The lights automatically flickered on when he entered the room. The green icon for Facetime flashed and he pressed the allow button. The phone was mostly centered on Jack’s face as Haley held the phone in front of him. Jack was sitting in Haley’s lap and Aaron beamed. He said, “Hey buddy, how are you?” Jack smiled and replied, “Hi Dad. I’m good. Mommy and _y/n_ are here. They got me hot chocolate.” Hotch feigned surprise, like this, was the biggest news in the world, saying, “Really! How was it?” Jack put up five fingers and said, “So good.” Aaron felt incredibly grateful that he hadn’t been in a meeting when _y/n_ had called. Seeing Jack was going to make this whole consult better. He looked at his watch for a second. He was going to need to head back to speak with yet another tax compliance team. Because of this, he said, “Hey, Jack can you have Mom give the phone back to _y/n_? It was so nice seeing you and I’ll call you near bedtime to say goodnight if I’m not busy, okay?” Jack smiled and softly said, “Okay” as Haley handed _y/n_’s phone back to them. _y/n_ gently got up and moved outside to speak with Aaron. They put in headphones in case he needed to say anything about his current job. They spoke for a minute or two and Aaron then said, “I love you so much _y/n_. I’ll keep you updated on the goings on here.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “Love you too, Aaron. Be safe and talk soon.” With that, they ended the call.

Three days later Aaron came back and the team was whole again. The team went on another case shortly after he got back. It was in Connecticut. It was a kidnapper taking the elderly and holding them for ransom. The unsub had been truly unspectacular. Not that anyone on the team ever wanted a hard case, but in contrast to some of the brain-boggling monsters the team found, the man was just a man. Disturbed and deranged. This kind of case left a different kind of taste in the team's mouths. It reminded them that normal people could be evil as well. It didn’t sit lightly on the shoulders. When the team got back home everyone tried to settle and accept what they had seen. _y/n_ and Aaron had taken a day apart, she needed to water and care for her plants after all. The next day they came over to his place, and they were spending a lazy day together. Aaron had gone on a run while _y/n_ biked beside him in the park and Aaron was taking a shower to rid him of his sweat. While he was washing off, his phone rang. _y/n_ looked at the caller ID and it was Haley. They didn’t answer for him in case it was something private. The call ended and shortly after their own phone rang. It was Haley again. As _y/n_ and Aaron had started dating, Haley had given them her number in case anything came up with Jack and Hotch didn’t answer his phone. After the second plant swap, _y/n_ and Haley had started texting on and off about plants or memes about plants. _y/n_ answered the phone, hoping nothing was wrong with Jack. As _y/n_ answered, they said, “Hey, Haley. What’s up?” The woman let out a breath and said, “I wanted to invite you and Aaron over tomorrow afternoon. My sister Jess is visiting and she hasn’t seen Aaron in a while, and I think you and her will get on well. Also, Jack wants you both here too. We were thinking of getting pizza delivered and watching a movie with Jack?” _y/n_ beamed and said, “That sounds so nice. We don’t have anything planned for tomorrow. I check with Aaron after he gets out of the shower. He or I will call you back once we know.” Haley nodded and said, “Sounds good. I hope you can make it.” A few minutes later Aaron padded out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still ruggled and dripping. _y/n_ filled him in on the offer and he readily agreed. _y/n_ called Haley back and confirmed and she asked about any allergies that _y/n_ had and they filled her in on their dietary needs.

The next afternoon Aaron and _y/n_ made it over to Haley’s apartment. _y/n_ met Jess and they shook hands and started connecting immediately. Aaron gave Haley a hug and picked Jack up into his arms. As _y/n_ and Jess started talking about niche topics Aaron looked over to Haley as if saying, “What have you unleashed here?” And his ex-wife gave a little snort. The pizza arrived and Aaron paid for it. He found Haley alone as everyone grabbed a few slices and moved to the living room to pick a kid's movie to watch. As Aaron got a slice of cheese, he softly said, “Thanks for doing this.” Haley nodded and said, “I’m happy too. It felt right. _y/n_ is good for you.” Hotch blushed and didn’t give a direct reply; he just smiled as they both moved to the couch. Haley was at the far end of the couch, Jess and Jack were in the middle, and _y/n_ and Aaron were on the other end. As the opening credits and happy music of the movie started everyone quieted. Halfway through the film, the paper plates were piled on the coffee table. Jack was asleep, and _y/n_ had their hand on his shoulder. They rested their head on his broad shoulder. They weren’t really paying attention to the film, just enjoying being her like this. Aaron looked over those seated on the couch, he thought about what Haley had said about it feeling right. And in the moment it did. It did feel right. He closed his eyes, rested the top of his head on theirs, and just let things be.

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timkon; being sick sucks less when you can bug your best bud.

A knock on the door interrupts Tim's rapid typing. He glances up from his laptop to see one red-nosed, bleary-eyed Superboy, wrapped up in his comforter with only his face peeking out. He must be using his TTK to hold it all closed like that.

"Hi Kon," Tim says. "How are you feeling?"

Sniffling, Kon shuffles into the room. "Less like Bart's attempt at scrambled eggs."

"That's good then, that means you're pretty much out of the woods."

"Hnnnnrgh." The bed dips as Kon climbs onto it, waddling forwards on his knees, hands still refusing to leave the comforter. It has little spaceships on it. "Being sick is the worst. How do you do it, Rob?"

Tim rolls his eyes. "Sorry for my weak human immune system."

He doesn't tease the other boy further though. Being half Super, Kon rarely gets sick, but when he does, it hits him like a truck. Well, maybe forty trucks. With a few carrying Kryptonite. Anyway, he's spent the entire week either passed out or coughing miserably in the Tower, and the entire team is ready for their Superboy to be back in tip top shape. Big head and showing off and all.

"What are you working on?" Kon asks. He's managed to worm his way next to Tim, and he flops against Tim's side. Warmth emanates from him, even through the comforter.

"A report for WE. Putting out fires before they can start."

"Hm. Sounds boring. Tell me about it."

"Well, you know the law of supply and demand, right..." Tim launches into a spiel about economic growth and the delicate balance he has with the Board members and also the HR department.

It's all just logic, moving pieces back and forth, until he finds the result that makes everyone happy. Mostly everyone. Talking it through out loud is surprisingly helpful, though. Tim's always been told his mind works too fast to keep up, and they tells him he likes to lecture too much, but his team has always listened to him even when they groan and draw stick figures over his charts and diagrams. Kon, with his disinterest and downright contempt for the corporate world, has clocked in hours and hours of Tim ranting about work. That's honestly ridiculous, and Tim loves him for it.

He attaches the PDF to the email and hits send. "And that's it! Can't wait to see their faces when they read this, right, Kon?"

The only response he gets is a soft snore.

Tim looks over to find Kon asleep against his knee. His curls are frizzy from being wrapped inside the comforter. His brow is relaxed, his mouth slack. He's drooling a bit. Just looking at him makes Tim yawn.

Sliding his laptop over to the nightstand, Tim spares a moment to stretch his arms. He turns and rolls the Kon-comforter-burrito further up the bed. Kon stirs slightly. Tim runs a hand through his hair, shushing him quietly.

He's tugging at the covers on his side of the bed when he feels the familiar pressure of TTK pushing at his limbs. "Okay, okay," he says, "I'm coming."

Kon unravels slightly from his self-imposed cocoon. "Tiiiim."

Giving up on the covers, Tim lets himself be pulled into Kon's orbit. He shifts until he's comfortable in Kon's arms, nose pressed up against Kon's collarbone. He feels a little like a glorified teddy bear. Kon squeezes him slightly, snuffling at Tim's hair.

"If I get sick," Tim mumbles, yawning, "I'm blaming you."

"Okay," Kon murmurs back. "I'll take care of you."

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Chapter Sixteen (Part 2)

As final term goes on I seem to have a lot less time to socialise than I used to, spending late evenings in the computer room polishing off my digital art piece, or down in the life drawing studio compiling my best drawings from the year, or in the library composing my critical cultures essay, hours spent pouring over books to cite, researching and learning all about my chosen topic, which is the fashion and textile of Asian tribes.

For most of this time I am alone, but for the times I amn’t, it’s because I’m with Dean. Whenever he has time off work he’ll join me in the lab or the studio or the library and we’ll sit there together silently working through the evening, ankles intertwined beneath the desks as we pore over books about contemporary ceramics, ancient civilisations, Iranian cinema, pop art and the frescoes of Pompeii. The clocks change in late March, and even as April comes and the sky is bright until late into the evening, we stay until the sun goes down and the light fades from the room and all that’s left is the fluorescence from the lamp on the table between us to light the pages of our books.

“Do you ever get sick of this?” He asks me quietly one evening as I organise my bibliography on my laptop. I lift my head to look at him, hand fisted on his cheek as he stabs his own keyboard with one finger. “Sometimes.” I say. “But I think my essay is finally coming together.”

He huffs. “It’s so stupid that we have to do this writing shite, this is supposed to be a fine arts degree.”

“Yeah I get that but it’s also an academic degree. There has to be some sort of essay portion, I don’t think you’ll ever get away without having to do it.”

“I’m terrible at writing.” He frowns. “And I’m so sick of reading these stupid books about fucking pottery, the words they use are such bullshit, it’s like these writers are having a contest to see who can make their book the hardest to understand.”

Dean’s education, as I’ve learned, is a touchy subject for him. He left school when he was fifteen because he had either some difficulties learning or a lack of interest. It isn’t clear to me which, but either way he struggles now because of it. I tried to ask him about it before but I only ended up irritating him and he shut down, so I’m careful before broaching it again. “If you need help with anything just let me know.” I say.

“I don’t.” He goes back to typing something aggressively onto his laptop for several minutes before he whacks the backspace key in frustration and sits there with the heels of his hands dug into his eye sockets. I clear my throat nervously. “Dean, like, I mean it if there’s anything I can do-”

“I don’t need help.” He repeats. “As in, I don’t need you to help me, do you not get it?”

“I get it.” I say quietly. I try to go back to my own citation list but I seem to have lost where I was, my focus having been thrown by him. I scroll back up to the beginning of the bibliography and start checking it again. After several more minutes, he sighs and drops his hands back to his lap, and while I don’t dare look over at him, from the corner of my eye I see him drop his head and shake it from side to side. “I’m so sick of this.” He says. “I’m so tired of spending all of my time in this building. I just go from college to work and back to college again over and over. Everything is shit.”

“I know it’s hard right now.” I attempt. “But soon it’ll be over and you’ll have so much more time to relax during the summer. At least then when you’ll only be working in Primo you’ll have every afternoon free.”

“Yeah.” He says flatly. I know that it’s more than just pure exhaustion with him, more than just college. It’s his family, his father’s death, his sister, his aunts, all of these things that I can’t even begin to relate to or even know how to comfort him about, things that feel so far out of the scope of my experience that they only serve to remind me of the worlds between he and I, a terrain between us that I can’t traverse. It makes me feel weak, small, ineffective and childish. “I don’t know how to make you feel better.” I tell him.

He sighs and beckons me towards him. “C’mere.” He says, and when I hesitate he repeats himself. “C’mere.” I get out of my seat and walk around the table to stand in front of him. He slides his hands around my waist and links them at my back, and then rests his cheek against my belly. For a moment I’m not sure what he wants me to do with him, but he hums with approval as I lift a hesitant hand and run it through his hair, the dark roots an inch long now and the bleach turning brassy yellow, beginning to grow long over the tops of his ears. It’s so silent in the empty library, nothing but the buzz of the lightbulbs and the gentle whirr of Dean’s laptop fan. He lifts his head and kisses my ribs, gazing up at me with honey coloured eyes that I am immediately knee deep in. Despite the sharp anglesthere really is something so lovely about his face. He takes me by the hips and pulls me easily down onto his lap.

“What?” I whisper. I stroke my thumbs over his dark brows and kiss him gently on his nose, and he looks back at me, eyes travelling over my body as he says “just let me kiss you.” He lifts my hands away from him, and the feeling of his fingers on my wrists makes my skin tingle with awareness. Heat flashes in his eyes and the weight of his gaze makes my breath catch in my throat, and when he kisses me he crushes his mouth against mine so suddenly that I want to gasp. He lets go of my wrists to hold my face and I’m free to touch him again, so I sink one hand into his thick hair while the other sweeps down his chest, then his hands grasp at my waist and pull me even closer to him.

“Is this helping?” I murmur as he begins kissing my throat, and I’m sure that he can feel the flutter of my pulse against his lips.

“Mhm.” He says, and guides me backwards so that the table edge presses into the base of my spine. He lifts me off him so I’m sitting on it, impatiently shoving his laptop and his books out of the way to make some room. I pull back to look at him, enjoying the way that his gaze sweeps over me before he takes me by the jaw and kisses the side of my mouth, his hands travelling to my chest, breath shuddering out of his nose as he captures my mouth again. “The things I want to do to you…” He says between hungry kisses. “If I told you about them they’d make you blush.” He moves his hands underneath me so he can hold me to him, right in the place that he wants me, his knee sliding between my legs until I can feel his thigh…

“Wait.” I whisper.

His voice sounds hoarse and strained. “Evie… please.”

“We can’t be doing this here. Not in the library.”

He sighs against my collarbone and I feel him resign then, resting his forehead in the curve of my neck. His hands return to my waist. “Okay, it’s just, I think we should keep going.”

“And I think we need to stop.”

He sighs heavily and slumps back into his chair, his mouth a little swollen from kissing me, his amber coloured eyes expectantly fixed on my face as if waiting for an explanation, and I don’t really know what to say, so I just repeat myself. “Not in the library.”

“If not in the library then where? This is where we always are lately.”

“It’s not true, we go to the park together, we’ve gone to the cinema and to the harbour that time.”

“If we did what I wanted us to do in any of those places then we’d be arrested.”

I feel my cheeks flushed with heat. “Oh, well, I know, but-”

“And I’m not allowed in your apartment either, you’ve made that clear, since you’re hiding me from your housemate, and you won’t come home to my house either.-”

“You live in Kilbarrack.” I reason. “It’s too far away.” He also lives with three very intimidating sounding men with intimidating nicknames, one in particular that they ominously call Bones who I don’t feel ready to be in the presence of.

“So what do you want from me?” He insists, struggling to keep the impatience from his tone. The impatience that’s been steadily growing over recent weeks. “What is this to you?”

I hesitate. “We’re just getting to know each other.”

“We’re not really, not in the ways I want to get to know you. I just don’t get it. You’re so open with me about everything, your art, your family, your friend Kelly from school who was mean to you, why is it so easy for you to show me all those parts of you but when it comes to sex you’re a closed book?”

“Because that’s private. I’m the kind of person who likes to wait a while.”

He leans forward with his elbows on his knees and looks right up into my face from beneath me. “It’s been a while.” He tells me. “And I don’t get it.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Why does it have to be all about that for you? Can’t we just keep doing what we’re doing?”

“No.” He says. “Because you aren’t my girlfriend.”

“So unless I’m your girlfriend, it’s impossible for you to care about parts of me that aren’t the ones hidden by my underwear?”

“No, Evie.” He says, letting out this intense, frustrated little sound as he clenches his fist and throws his body back into the chair again. “Stop twisting everything and acting like the victim, I’m just asking you why you’re so closed. It’s not like you’re a virgin with no experience.”

I nod.

“So is it something about me? Is there something off-putting?”

“No!” I cry. “It’s not that, it’s nothing to do with you at all, I just get nervous.” Distantly, I hear my phone buzz from inside the pocket of my coat that’s draped over the chair behind me. I ignore it.

Dean continues. “So let’s have something to drink first, let’s just relax and I promise that I’ll be nice to you, I’m not trying to hurt you.”

“I know you’re not.” I say in a quiet voice, and he takes my hand, softening his expression as we interlace our fingers, his thumb gently stroking up and down the inner part of my wrist. “Look, Evie.” He says. “If you don’t want to, just say that, and it’ll be grand. I’m not here trying to force you to do anything. I was just asking the questions.”

“I want to.” I say, and the way he looks at me makes my stomach lurch with anticipation and unease all at once. “But not right now, not tonight, and not here.”

“Okay.” He says, watching me carefully.

“On Thursdays.” I swallow. “My housemate always stays over at her boyfriend’s house in Clonskeagh. I’ll be alone.”

“Thursday.”

“But if I chicken out and I don’t want to do it…”

“Obviously, Evie, then we don’t have to.”

“Okay.”

He smiles. “Look, I’m going to go home now, I’m tired of being in this building, I feel claustrophobic in it, and my neck hurts.” He stands up and I move out of his way as he snaps his laptop shut and begins gathering up all of his books to put them back onto their corresponding shelves. I stay leaning on the table and watch him as he does it. “It’s going to be fine.” I say, and he looks over his shoulder at me. “Your essay.” I clarify. “You’ll get it done.”

“Oh, that.” He says. “It’s just about the last thing on my mind.” Stuffing his laptop back into its case he says “My essay will be… whatever it ends up being, like. If I cared about it I’d probably be staying here longer. Here, are you gonna leave too? Do you want to walk to the bus together?”

“No, I think I’m going to stay another while and just finish up what I was doing.”

“Fair enough. I’ll see you tomorrow, so.” He takes me by the neck and plants a kiss on my cheek.

“Bye.” I say to him, and he waves over his shoulder as he exits through the swinging doors and is swallowed into the dark hallway.

Sighing, I resume my place in front of my laptop, jiggling my finger on the touchpad to wake it, and the screen flicks back to life and displays my bibliography in the exact disappointing state that I left it in. I start moving things around more, checking for spelling mistakes, and then I suddenly remember that I missed a message on my phone earlier, and eager for another chance to procrastinate I dive into my coat pocket for it. I feel my heart expand a little bit when I see a message from Jude.

Rate me?

Following the message is a mirror selfie of him in his Top Gun costume. He’s doing a very Tom-Cruise-accurate pose, turned to the side with his shoulder to the mirror, his arm lifted to give a thumbs up to the camera, but also to show off the big red white and blue TOMCAT patch that he ironed onto the sleeve. We’ve talked extensively about this costume over recent weeks, trying to figure out the best ways to make it as authentic as possible, not because there’s a prize for the best costume or anything, but because, as Jude explains to me, he has an insatiable need to be the best at everything he does.

“It’s a sickness.” He told me last week. “I absolutely cannot be outdone.”

I grin at the photo, feeling proud, and partly responsible for how well it turned out, seeing as I was the one who searched Ebay for three out of the six patches on that costume, getting a kick out of finding the ones most like those from the film and for the best prices.

Just to tease him, I text back:

6 out of 10. Where are the aviator shades??

He replies just a moment later with another photograph, this time of him wearing them, doing a silly duck face. It looks like he’s out already, as there’s a handful of people around him out on the city streets, random arms and legs and elbows filling up the edges of the screen.

Happy?

Yep, now that’s a 10 out of 10.

Because it covers more of my face, is it?

Yes 100%, uggo.

And when he texts back again I forget all about my essay. Thumbs zooming over my phone keyboard, mouth quirked up in a smile as I think of a hundred clever things to say to him, texting, laughing and texting until my laptop screen gives up waiting for me and fades back to black.

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#lucky girl part 2 #This was my most viewed chapter for a long time lmao #something about Dean putting his thigh there #i hate him so much from this point on though #he's a sick lil freak #tw: abuse

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