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coldfanbou · 4 months

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A Different Kind of Workout

Here's my first Sakura piece, I hope you all like it. She gets to use something special.

Length 2K

Sakura x Mreader

“I wish I was back home,” Sakura whined to herself as she continued jogging on the treadmill. She cursed herself for saying she could take care of Kazuha’s job for the day. She watched the customers in front of her follow her lead as she led them through various exercises. This was the final one, and Sakura just wanted it to end. She huffed and puffed, tired but knowing she only had a few minutes left.

Once the time was up, she got off the treadmill and clapped to attract everyone’s attention. “Good work, everyone! That was the end of today’s class; your regular instructor will be back tomorrow.” Everyone packs up and goes to the exit. You wait by the door and walk once Sakura is the only one left. She falls onto her back, sweat covering her body. You walk over to her and lean down, kissing her forehead. “I’m so tired.” She says, between ragged breaths. You glance down at her body, noticing her white T-shirt is utterly soaked and becoming see-through. Her black bra is outlined and holding your attention. You reach down and squeeze her breast. “Ah, stop. Someone might see.” She moans softly. “I wish I hadn’t agreed to cover Kazuha.”

“I know, I know, but you did well.”

Sakura extends her arms, “Carry me home.”

“Actually, there’s something I want to show you. Kazuha mentioned she left you a gift.”

“What kind of gift?” Sakura says as she tries to sit up. You push on her back, helping her.

“I don’t know. She said she left it in her storage area.” Sakura reaches up, and you pull her onto her feet before you head into Kazuha’s storage room. There’s very little in the room, but Kazuha’s gift sat in the middle of the room and took up a lot of space. A sheet covered it, but with a sign teasing Sakura on it, you knew what it was.“Do you want to pull off the sheet, or should I?”

“You do it,” Sakura says, staying behind you. You step closer to the gift and pull off the sheet. You struggle to keep quiet as you see what it is.”What is it?” Sakura says, poking out from behind you. Sakura squats down and sees what it is; she covers her face and looks shocked. You start laughing, unable to hold it together. Kazuha’s gift to Sakura was a stationary bike with a dildo attached to the seat. When you look at Sakura again, you see her face becoming red.

“Oh, there’s another note here.” You walk up to the bike and grab it before handing it to Sakura. “Why don’t you read it?”

Sakura takes the note and remains squatting as she reads it. “Hi, Sakura. Do you like your present? It’s mine, but I thought you might want to use it. I cleaned it beforehand, so don’t worry about it being dirty. I know your boyfriend is going to pick you up, so why don’t you give him a…” Sakura goes quiet and hangs her head in defeat. You think about what Kazuha said and imagine Sakura using the machine. You start staring at her; it takes Sakura a moment to notice. “No, I’m not using it.” She says hesitantly.

“But you would look so good on it. It would be really hot, Sakura; just try it.”

“No, I-I…” Sakura stumbles over her words, trying to figure a way out of the situation.

You start to push Sakura closer to the machine. “Just get on it once. You can consider this an early birthday present for me.”

“Your birthday isn’t for six months.”

“Exactly. Now get on it.” Sakura hops onto the bike, sitting on the front end of the seat, leaving the dildo rubbing against her clothed ass. You get hard watching Sakura be so close to riding it. Sakura’s eyes move from your face down your body as she gets embarrassed; her eyes stop when they notice your bulge.

“You really find this hot?” She asks innocently. You nod to her. Sakura takes a deep breath and climbs off the bike. “I’ll ride it on one condition. I want to watch you jerk off to me.”

“Deal.” You reply immediately. You strip off your clothes, letting Sakura see how hard you are.

Despite having seen Sakura’s body a million times, she still turned around to strip off her clothes. First went her tight-fitting shirt, then her black bra. You looked over her toned back as she grabbed the top of her shorts, her fingers hooking around her panties. Sakura bent over as she pulled off her panties and shorts. You could see her pretty pink lips for a moment; once Sakura kicked off her shorts, she climbed onto the bike, her breasts swaying as she tried to balance on the pedals. She holds onto one of the handles for support as she uses her free hand to align the toy with her entrance. It pokes and prods her as she moves it into place. Once Sakura is ready, her eyes become glued to you. They would be anyway if she didn’t close them when she lowered herself onto the toy. A light gasp escapes Sakura’s lips before turning into a moan. The dildo slipped into Sakura easily, her walls coating it in her juices as it pushed its way inside her.

Opening her eyes again, Sakura begins to watch you as you jerk off for her. Her tits sway as she moves from one foot to the other, each time moving up and down the toy. Sakura begins to enjoy herself; she moans lightly and grabs at her tit. Squeezing it roughly, she finds her nipple and pinches it between her pointer and middle finger. Each time Sakura comes crashing down on the toy, her tits bounce along with her. You get closer to Sakura, getting beside her to start kissing her neck. You play with her other tit, feeling her soft flesh. Sakura moans your name and reaches down for your cock. Her fingers are around your base while the head rests in her palm; she moves her hand as best as possible. Sakura begins to sweat during her workout; her body becomes slippery. You lap at her neck, making her shiver as you lick up the sweat around her neck.

Sakura bites her lip and begins to whine as she nears her climax. She loses the pace she was going at, speeding up and slowing down erratically. “I’m going to cum.” She moans softly.

“Let me help you.” You whisper to her as you move your hand down to her cunt. You move your fingers along her lips before settling on her clit. Moving in small circles, you make Sakura cry out in pleasure as she continues to bounce on the dildo. She lets herself sink onto the toy as she cums. She leans against you and holds onto one of the handles as she rocks her hips against the seat. As she recovers, Sakura notices her other hand is wet, covered in your precum. You’re disappointed when her hand leaves your cock, but as you see her bring her hand up to her lips, you grow excited. Sakura drags her tongue along her palm, licking up your precum. She has hungry eyes and asks you to help her off the bike. You lift her off it, listening intently to her moan.

Once she gets off the machine, she turns to face it and bends over. She spreads her lips for you, her wet pink pussy for the taking. “I need it,” She says quietly. You get behind Sakura and rub the tip against her lips, teasing her before you push inside. Her lips spread for you, welcoming you as you fill her up. Sakura releases a guttural moan as she feels your cock bury itself in her deepest parts. You move your hands around her ass, feeling her soft ass before giving it a small slap. Sakura groans as she feels the sting from the hit, a smile forming across her face. You pull out, leaving the tip inside before slamming yourself back in. Sakura places her forearms on the side of the seat, the dildo sitting right in front of her face. She can see her juices flowing down the sides of the shaft. She couldn’t resist it; the pleasure was overcoming her senses. Sakura wrapped her lips around the dildo, tasting herself as she moved her tongue around the shaft. The muffled moans Sakura released still managed to fill the room, only challenged by the sounds of your bodies slapping against each other.

You enjoyed the feeling of Sakura’s tight cunt; you could feel her body naturally flex, making her feel tighter. While you were taking her from behind, Sakura pushed her head down to the seat, forcing the dildo into the back of her throat. It worked to quiet Sakura as she got closer to her second orgasm. You worked to make her cum, piercing her womb with every thrust while you rested against her back and wrapped your hands around her tits. Sakura’s sweat began to cover you as your bodies rubbed against each other; her hair was becoming matted to her body. Sakura pulled away from the dildo, yelling, “I’m cumming!” Her head swung back as she came; you could feel her walls growing tighter. You bury yourself inside Sakura, letting her walls massage your cock. You were getting close to cumming.

Sakura was running out of strength; she managed to lift her body, resting it against you. “You didn’t cum yet.” She says, looking around the room. Seeing a mat on the floor, she points to it. “Lay me down there, fuck me until you cum, baby.” You walk her over to the mat on the floor, laying her down. Sakura’s hair falls around her, the pieces around her forehead stuck to it. You spread Sakura’s legs and push yourself back in. Sakura raises her chest, moaning because of your cock. You watch her tits jiggle as you move in and out, they look soft. You lean down, taking one in your mouth. Sakura whimpers as your tongue moves around her nipple. At first, you get a salty taste; it was Sakura’s sweat, but it soon disappears. Her mouth hangs open, moans flowing out of her as her body is overwhelmed by pleasure. Sakura’s eyes roll into the back of her head as your thrusts quicken. Her arms wrap around your head as her thighs squeeze your sides. “C-Cumming,” Sakura moans. You were close, Sakura’s tightening cunt was pushing you closer. You give her a few more thrusts before you bury yourself inside Sakura.

You cum at the same time, Sakura’s walls squeeze the sides of your cock. Feeling your cum rushing into her cunt, Sakura's mouth hangs open, her tongue poking out as she’s filled. Sakura continues to hold you to her chest as she goes through her third orgasm. Her grip slowly loosens, allowing you to pull out and lay beside her. Sakura remains in the position you left her, legs wide open with her arms outstretched. “That was fantastic.” You tell her.

“I-I came so many times. Maybe we should do this again.”

“Are you saying you’ll get a job here instead of playing games at home?”

“I’ll buy my own machine that way; we can do this anytime.” She says, turning her head toward you. You kiss Sakura, her lips lingering on yours before moving back. The two of you lay there catching your breath. You don’t know how long you’re there before Sakura manages to pick herself up. “My body hurts.” She groans, struggling to stand.

“This is why you need to work out more.” You tell Sakura as you help her get dressed. You squeeze her ass as you leave the storage room, making Sakura groan. She smirks at you, “You better start looking at machines, Sakura. I want to do this again soon.”

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daycourtofficial · 3 months

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Falling in Love on the Fourth Floor - Part 3

Summary: Out of an act of desperation, you move in with a guy you kind of know who happens to have a really hot brother who lives next door.

(Part 1) (Part 2)(Part 4)

Author’s note: I’m a bit uncertain about this part tbh :/ on one hand I love it, on the other I’m not sure

It had been a few days since Azriel went with you to return the truck, and you hadn’t seen much of him or Cassian since. Cassian had told you they were both personal trainers at the same gym, and he even went so far as to put his schedule up on the fridge so you would know when he’d be gone.

Looking at the schedule, he had even left a sticky note telling you he had plans before work and that he wouldn’t be back all day.

Your day alone in the apartment didn’t go as well as you had hoped it would, your phone buzzing around noon, the name Dad lighting up your phone.

You sigh, letting it go to voicemail, and decide to call Feyre to avoid thinking about him. She picks up on the third ring, her voice chirping through the phone, “hello?”

“Hey Fey, do you wanna do something today? I don’t want to wallow all alone.”

She sighs over the phone, “I wish I could, but I’m walking into work right now. I can’t call out when they can see me walking in the doors.”

You sigh, “do you know if Mor’s free?”

You can hear some commotion from Feyre’s surroundings, like she’s walking into a building.

“Mor has that internship she just started, I think she’s busy getting things ready for that.”

A beat pauses before Feyre continues, “I gotta go, but I’ll call you when I get off, okay? We can do something tomorrow if you’re free.”

You smile, “can we go to that axe throwing place we’ve been talking about for ages?”

She laughs, “absolutely. I’ll even print out a photo of your dad and hang it up on the target. Okay, I really gotta go, but if you wanna text me you can. I’ll respond when I can. Love you!”

She waits for you to echo her sentiment before hanging up, leaving you alone again. You spend the day trying to distract yourself, finding anything you can to distance yourself from the loneliness you feel. You unpack a few boxes you hadn’t gotten to, and after being fully moved in, you pour yourself a glass of soda to commemorate the occasion.

You sip from your glass as you begin cleaning the apartment, organizing the pantry, cleaning out the fridge, hell you even strip Cassian’s bed and clean his sheets and comforter.

Once the place is clean, you run out to the store, picking up what you need to make your favorite meal. You unpack your groceries when you come back, pour yourself a glass of wine, and sigh in contentment at spending an evening alone cooking your favorite pasta dish. You are determined to salvage some part of today, even if it’s just with a nice dinner. You’re playing music from your phone, the sounds drowning out the notification of a voicemail from your father that you’ve been ignoring all day.

You sip your wine as you stir the pasta, however the blaring sound of an ad startles you, causing wine to go all over the front of your clothes. You sigh, looking to the ceiling for strength to not break down. You take some deep breaths before peeling off your wine soaked dress, opening the laundry door to throw it into the washing machine. You’re hopeful that getting it in immediately will help prevent a stain from setting in, but you still pour a little extra stain remover in.

Once you get the machine going, standing in your kitchen in your underwear, you decide to make the most of this. The day sucked. All day all you had wanted to do was hide under your covers, hide from the world. You took a deep breath and told yourself “I’m done hiding.”

Your favorite song starts playing, and knowing that Cassian won’t be home for several more hours, you dance. You jump around your apartment, whipping your head around, letting out the loose bun your hair was in for the day.

You skip around, the sounds of Super Trouper by ABBA drowning out the door opening until suddenly something stops your music. Turning around you find Rhys’s hand hovering over your phone, having just stopped the music, and Azriel, whose gaze is on you, soaking in every detail of your little show.

You blink a few times, trying to ensure this is not a nightmare, however you don’t snap back to reality until the timer goes off for the pasta. All three of you whip your heads towards the timer, it’s tone jarring all three of you back to the present.

You groan, starting to back away back to your room. “What are you guys doing here?” You exclaim, “but more importantly - please drain my pasta while I find pants.”

You slip into your room, finding a comfy pair of sweats and a crop top, coming back out to find Azriel draining your pasta into the colander.

“Well?” You ask, cutting up the chicken you had pan-fried earlier. Azriel won’t look you in the eye, a blush evident across his face as he’s turned in the opposite direction, facing away from you.

Rhysand doesn’t have the same affliction.

He smirks at you, “is this how Cassian gets greeted when he comes home? I must say I’d be more chipper coming home to that little show than to Azriel.”

Azriel does not respond to the jab. Instead, he picks up another knife, helping you cut. Rhys just stands behind you two, leaning against the fridge.

“Cassian most certainly does not get greeted by my bare ass when he comes home,” you respond indignantly. The two of you have finished chopping, so you motion for all the chicken and the pasta to go into the pan with the pesto sauce concoction you’ve made. Azriel helps you stir it, and once it’s evenly distributed, you two pop it into the oven.

“Well your ass wasn’t bare, it was slightly covered by your very cute-“

The task at hand done and a new timer set, you turn to face Rhys, cutting him off. “I spilled wine on my clothes and I didn’t want it to set and then I got carried away when Abba came on.”

He only smiles back, “got a hot date for dinner tonight?”

Azriel tenses ever so slightly, but you don’t think too much of it as you respond, “yeah word on the street is she has an incredible rack and a great ass.”

“Having seen them first hand I think the rumors are true.”

You roll your eyes, but decide you’re done with this game and want some sincerity.

“I had a shitty day and I just wanted my favorite meal.” You look down, crossing your arms. You don’t like being vulnerable, especially around people you just met. You think about Cassian, and how much he loves the two guys in front of you. Maybe you can take a leap, and perhaps they’ll catch you.

“I’d actually enjoy the company if you guys want to stay. I made plenty of pasta to wallow in so I think there’s enough to go around.”

Your eyes stay on the ground as you move your hands up and down your arms, a nervous movement. You watch as Azriel’s foot comes into view, standing in front of you as he gently taps his foot against yours, a silent request to look at him. “I love pasta,” he tells you, looking into your eyes. You’re struck by the absence of pity in them, and how they are full of sincerity, of kindness.

You look away from him when Rhys starts talking, “It’s decided. You got a two for one deal tonight - two hot dates for the evening.”

You smile, the thought of being alone almost overbearing, when you remember, “why did you guys come over here anyway?”

Azriel sheepishly looks away, clearly thinking about how they caught you half naked when they walked in the door. Rhys tells you, “we wanted to watch Forest Gump and we knew Cassian had it on Blu-ray.”

You nod, looking over at Cassian’s wall of dvds and blu-rays, which you had to admit was quite impressive. “I’ve never seen it - is it any good?”

When Cassian got off work from the gym, he thought he’d come home to a dark apartment, scrounging the fridge for any remnants of food. What he didn’t expect to find was his two brothers watching Forrest Gump, and seeing a tupperware container in the fridge with a sticky note with his name on it in Azriel’s neat script.

He walks in, Azriel shooting daggers at him. The audacity, Cassian thinks, watching a movie in my place and being annoyed that I’m here. That is until he comes close enough to notice your head in Azriel’s lap, a hand curled up on his thigh. His eyes linger on his brother’s hand that is slowly massaging your scalp, the hands he had always been so nervous and protective over. Cassian realizes he’s never seen his brother leave his hands to be so openly observed outside of his brothers.

He stares for a minute as your blanketed back slowly rises and falls, clearly asleep, before he turns, giving his brother a shit eating grin where they have a conversation without words. The conversation essentially boils down to Cassian’s eyebrows raising up and down, and Azriel’s continued scowl at Cassian’s inability to move through a room without making as much noise as possible.

Azriel doesn’t relax until Cassian is sitting on the other couch next to Rhys, tuning into the movie when Forrest is walking around Washington D.C.

“She didn’t even make it halfway through the movie,” Cassian whispers to Rhys.

“No,” Rhys replies, looking at you curled up on the couch, a soft smile on his face, “but she did ask us to stay for dinner.”

#acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #acotar writing #azriel x y/n

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moonlightspencie · 1 year

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prompt for a drabble where boyfriend!spencer forgets readers birthday and maybe a little angsty idk u tell me 💞

hehehe yes

pairing: spencer reid x reader

me being self-indulgent by letting the reader hold a grudge a little bit

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You sighed, still waiting by the phone. It felt pathetic, really, waiting around for someone to call. Even a message would be welcomed at this point. Anything would be better than sitting alone on your birthday waiting around for someone to care.

Well, waiting for a specific someone to care.

You’d already gotten calls from family and friends. You’d even turned down an invitation to go party with some girl friends since Spencer had promised months ago that he’d be home to make your birthday special.

Now it was past seven at night and you were left wondering.

You got up from your seat, feeling sadder and more annoyed as time dragged on, and decided maybe a bath and glass of wine wouldn’t be too shabby of a celebration if you had to be celebrating alone. You grabbed your favorite bottle from the kitchen, along with a glass, and headed for your bathroom.

You sat in the tub for a while, soaking in the warmth of the water and the smells of the soap you’d dumped in by the gallon to make bubbles. Your bottle of wine was half-empty by the time you’d finally heard the front door open and shut, Spencer’s voice muffled from the other side.

“Honey?” he called, footsteps getting nearer. “Hon, are you in bathroom?”

“Yeah,” you said, tone short and clipped.

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

He paused. “Is everything okay? I tried calling a few times on my way home.”

You sighed, annoyed. “Just leave me alone, Spencer. I’m trying to enjoy my night.”

“Did I do something?”

You didn’t answer, irritated that he’d even ask. He waited another moment before trying again.

“I don’t know what to do if you don’t tell me,” he pleaded.

“Go check a calendar.”

You huffed another sigh, closing your eyes and trying to enjoy what felt like your last moments of peace for the night. You heard a quiet ‘oh’ from the other side of the door, then a knock.

“Please let me in,” he said, voice still quiet. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, then got up out of the bath and wrapped yourself in a towel. You pulled open the door, immediately lifting a hand to keep him from trying to hug you.

“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t realize,” he said, eyes pleading for mercy.

“What happened to the eidetic memory?”

You pushed past him and walked into the bedroom, dropping the towel and throwing on some baggy pajamas. He followed behind, silently waiting until you were ready to talk. He sat on the bed, reaching out a hand to you. You stayed planted in front of him.

“I told friends I couldn’t hang out with them today because my wonderful boyfriend promised months ago he’d make my birthday special,” you said, finally letting yourself feel sad rather than angry.

“Baby,” he muttered, standing.

You allowed it when he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing up and down your back.

“I’m really disappointed, Spence.”

He nodded. “I know. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have forgotten.”

“You didn’t even say it in a text or a call or anything.”

“Would you be mad if I said ‘happy birthday’ now?”

You couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“I’d be pissed.”

“Good thing I asked, then,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You looked up at him.

“I think I need to stay mad right now.”

“Can I still hold you while you’re mad?”

You nodded.

“Okay,” he said, “Let’s get you into bed and you can be mad at me all night and all day if you need to.”

“What about the day after tomorrow?”

“That day, too.” He smiled softly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“I know.”

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annie-creates · 29 days

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Fool me too

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1000

Note: Happy April Fool's! And Easter Monday! This day just calls for a fic like this.

You could have expected it. Should have, really. As the freezing cold water slowly seeps into your clothes being watered down from head to toe, you’re more disappointed in yourself rather than your students. They were the offsprings of pure evil after all, rotten to their very core. After the salt and sugar switched in your morning coffee, stinky mushrooms exploding in your office and poisonous vines sneakily hanging from the hallway’s ceilings, you should have known better than to step into your classroom without checking it out first.

April fools was after all a very popular concept amongst the nevers so you would be almost let down if they didn’t try to achieve some misdemeanors this week. And it was only Monday. How are you gonna get through the whole week you had no idea. Maybe it’s time to put on one of those scary armors that roam the corridors or just take a vacation. That however would be a sign of weakness and cowardice and that was foreign to you as a fellow never.

So you teach the lesson proudly in your wet clothes and at the end leave after all your students. You carefully turn every corner, looking out for any clues on their next trap. You spend the rest of your day watching over your shoulder and rather carefully tasting everything you’re about to eat or drink. You’re determined to not let them fool you even one more time, the score already being too prone in their favor. They keep teasing you a little longer and you’ll come up with a payback so severe they could never see it coming.

Clearly you weren’t observant enough tho because as you’re walking over the bridge talking with Dovey after today’s dinner, she steps on a wire that activates a mechanism which pushes you both over the edge into the muddy water. As if you weren’t soaked and humiliated enough for today, as you crawl out from the water to the small beach by the castle, a thrower full of confetti and glitter explodes over you. The laughter of your students fades as they run away, hopefully at least a little scared of your possible revenge.

You make your way into your bedroom, luckily without any other stupid pranks in your way. Your wife is already comfortably sprawled over the sofa in front of the lit fireplace and the flames dance over her face making her ginger hair shine more than usual. You sigh heavily as you close the door and she looks over at you from the book in her lap, clearly finding your state very amusing.

“Shut up.” You warn her before she can even say anything.

“I wasn’t going to laugh at you.” Leonora says but her face betrays her.

“Yeah, very funny. This is all your doing anyway.” You pester her.

“How come?” Lesso questions with her head tilted slightly to the side.

“You raised them like this. Audacious and impudent. You’re responsible for their stupid jokes.” But even you knew you couldn’t blame all the student’s effrontery on their dean.

“Why don’t you rather go clean up in the bathroom?” She offers instead.

“If YOU try to fool with me I swear to heavens I’m gonna divorce you.“ You warn your wife as you make your way to the sink.

Lucky for you, or more for her, she didn’t play any childish pranks on you and you took a long shower without her interrupting. It took a lot of effort getting all the mud and confetti off yourself and you’ll be lucky if your dress is still gonna be washable and wearable. There was still some glitter in your hair and skin you couldn’t get rid of, but it’ll have to be enough for now. When you return to the warmed-up bedroom, your wife is still sitting in the same position reading her book.

“If it’s going to make you feel better, I’m gonna threaten them all with a good long stay in the doom room tomorrow.” She proposed as she extended the blanket draped over her legs for you to sit under it next to her.

“It’s fine. I’ll just have to be more alert. It’s a good practice.” You admit, not really mad at your students anymore. “You should see my office, it’s a disaster.”

“It can’t be that bad, can it? I’m sure you won’t let them fool you again.” Leonora comforts you as she kisses your forehead.

“It’s not bad, it’s even worse. This morning they switched the sugar and salt, so my breakfast was ruined. My office stinks like a hundred years old troll and I had to spend a whole hour teaching soaking wet. I could hardly get a word out over the teeth chattering. Which I’m sure they found pretty amusing.” You explain all that happened in your horrendous day. “Mother-fucking stupid April fools.”

“Well it sure will be better tomorrow.” Lesso instinctively tries to warm you up.

“I should probably be proud of them for succeeding, but they better watch out tomorrow cause I’m coming back after them.” You admit, picking on the loose strands of the blanket.

“I’m sure it will settle down, they just got too excited for today.” She admits, if there’s anything that bores the nevers it’s repeating stuff they already succeeded in.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I’m tasting the sugar before I put it in my coffee this week though.” You remind both yourself and her reaching out for your own book that was waiting for you on the coffee table.

You settle down next to Leonora leaning on her shoulder as you get back to reading your own unfinished book before going to bed. A cozy, calm, silent evening was what you needed right now after a day full of surprises and pranks. Little did you know she wasn’t really paying attention to the words in her book anymore, already planning her revenge on her students for tormenting her beloved wife.

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explorevenus · 1 year

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Feeling absolutely devastated because of uni and grades all I’d want is the Leon that you write shower me in love and reassuring words :((((

awww honey :(

i’m so sorry you’re having a hard time. it means a lot to me that something i’ve written has brought you comfort during a tough time.

here’s a blurb to hopefully cheer u up ;~; it’s not specific to either canon!leon or yandere!leon, it can be read as either 💗

(writing this on mobile so i’m sorry if the formatting is shit)

leon had been away on assignment for a few days— the timing couldn’t have possibly been more inopportune. not only was he already apprehensive about leaving you to your own devices for any length of time due to pure paranoia, but you were currently being crushed under the weight of finals season.

you were barely sleeping, barely eating, barely blinking. you weren’t as gracious with yourself as he wished you’d be— you hardly allowed yourself any breaks despite how obvious it was that you’d needed one. on one hand, he understands. leon has always been one to absorb himself in his work that way. but you? he could hardly stomach watching you fold in on yourself more and more as the weeks dragged on.

still, duty calls, so away he went.

leon returned home on the cusp of 4 am and was pained to see the dull light of your laptop screen shining through the bedroom window. he didn’t even bother taking his bags out of the car as he headed inside and up the stairs to check on you.

you were practically right where he’d left you days ago, hunched over your laptop at your desk, hair thrown carelessly into a claw clip hanging loose at the nape of your neck, bundled up in one of his old hoodies that swallowed your body whole. you had your forehead rested on the desk before you— he almost thought you were sleeping until he heard a soft hiccup followed by a sniffle.

you were crying.

“oh, sweetheart…” he gasped, approaching you gently so as not to spook you. leon wasn’t even sure if you’d noticed him yet. “what’s the matter? why are you still awake?” he asked, resting a hand on your shoulder, feeling your body quiver beneath his touch as you sobbed.

you peeked your head up to look at him, bleary eyes shot red and overflowing with fat tears. your bottom lip wobbled as you drank in the sight of him, clearly trying to find the words to describe your situation, but once you did, it was like you’d unleashed a rushing waterfall of word vomit that you’d clearly been stewing on since he’d left.

“i put everything i had into this essay, i’ve barely slept, i studied the material until it was printed on the backs of my eyelids and my professor won’t accept it because i turned it in one minute after midnight,” you rambled, pausing to inhale a breath before you continued, “it’s ridiculous and unfair and now i’m gonna have to retake the entire course over one stupid essay, one fucking minute. and now my gpa is probably fucked too and i don’t know what to do because i tried talking to him and he won’t hear it, he won’t give me an extension, and i’m still not even done because i have another final due at 6 pm tomorrow—“

leon listened carefully, occasionally wiping away your tears as he tried to follow your rant. you were firing off so quick he wasn’t sure you were breathing.

“okay, hey, hey… shh… come here,” he interrupted you, opening his arms to draw you out of your chair and into his embrace. you clearly hesitated but ultimately gave in, in sore need of comfort. you couldn’t stop crying, soaking his shirt with tears as you curled into his arms and bawled. he rubbed your back, pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head.

“i-i don’t have time to take a break,” you wept, though you were still clutching him like you’d die if you let go. “i need to finish this paper…”

leon shook his head, tightening his arms around you. “no, sweetheart, you need to take a breather, okay? there’s no way you’re getting that paper done until you relax. everything’s going to be fine, i promise. i’ll make sure of it.”

he rocked you back and forth in his arms as you cried, wishing he had the power to just award you your degree himself. you had been so excited when you first began higher education and it pained him to see how much of a toll it had taken on you over the months.

after a while your hiccups and sobs had subsided and he was prepared to help you back to your desk… that is until he realized you were finally sleeping. he didn’t have the heart to wake you, and it was evident you needed a nap anyway.

instead he helped you over to the bed, tucking you under the plush covers with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“you’re gonna be just fine, pretty girl,” he whispered, although he was doubtful you were conscious enough to hear him. “just get some rest.”

leon made sure to set an alarm for you that would hopefully give you enough time to rest and finish your paper before it was due.

exhausted from his assignment, leon snuggled in next to you and pulled you into his arms, drifting off alongside you in minutes.

your education could wait— your well-being could not.

#goddess on the mountain top #venustext #flufftext #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #yandere!leon kennedy #yandere!leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff

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little-spoiled-brat · 1 year

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Can I get a Levi x medic! Reader fic? Where they’re in a secret relationship and reader was recently employed by the scouts. She was sent with Levi along with the original squad Levi and Eren to oversee training and be their official doctor, especially for Eren. Everyone is so surprised to see how differently their captain interacts with reader and starts speculating things like he’s crushing on her, etc until one day one of them walk in on Levi and reader having an intimate moment

pairing: levi x reader

cw: slight spoilers for season 1, mostly fluff

author’s note: i figured that writing is better than being left alone with my thoughts. depression is not fun.

- caught -

“you ready down there, eren?” hange asked as you peeked over the deep well where eren was. he looked up at the three of you and awaited for further instructions from the spectacled section commander.

“i’ll fire a smoke signal when we’re ready to begin. everything after that is up to you” hange said as eren nodded, raising his arm to show that he understood.

“let us know if there’s anything out of the ordinary that happens” you said, getting a thumbs up from eren as you joined hange and levi a few feet away.

you had been assigned to the old survey corps headquarters to oversee eren’s titan training. you were their official doctor in case anything happens but you were mostly assigned to monitor eren and his well-being during his training.

at first, you were a bit skeptical to be looking after a boy who can turn into a titan but you knew that the special operations squad and levi will be with you the entire time so having your husband next to you eased your worries by a lot.

and besides, it’s not like you were fond of the idea of levi looking after a titan shifter. not like you were questioning his skills but as his wife, you were still concerned and worried about his safety.

hange shot the green smoke signal as the three of you waited for eren to transform into a titan. a few minutes passed and nothing happened, you turned to levi who was next to you as he never looked away from the deep well in front of him.

“did he not see the signal or something?” you asked no one in particular as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“no. i doubt this would work so easily” levi said before heading over to the edge of the well to see what happened to eren.

“oi, eren! the test is off for now!” levi said, giving eren a warning before looking over the edge. you gasped softly upon seeing what had happened.

“did something happen-“ hange started but cut herself off when the brunette boy stared up at the three of you with blood soaked hands from the bite marks he made in attempt to turn into a titan.

“hange, i can’t turn into a titan” eren said, defeatedly as hange immediately grabbed a ladder to get eren out of there.

“tch. we’ll try again tomorrow” levi clicked his tongue at the brunette boy as you started preparing your first aid kit to bandage up the bite marks he made on his hands.

“what happened?” you asked, gently cleaning the wounds as you began to wrap his hand in the bandages.

“i don’t know. i couldn’t turn into a titan” eren said as you handed him a cloth to wipe any remaining blood on his hands and around his mouth.

“did you feel anything unusual?” you asked, taking note of his answers to write on the progress report later on.

you finished patching him up before joining the rest of squad levi to get a tea break. you sat down next to petra and you were just about to grab yourself some tea when a freshly brewed cup was placed in front of you.

“oh. thank you, captain” you said, looking up to see that it was levi who made you the cup of tea. he nodded in acknowledgement and sat down next to you, sipping on his own tea.

petra, oluo, eld, gunther, and eren all gave you subtle questioning looks as you simply shrugged your shoulders. no one in the survey corps knew that you and levi were married since the both of you wanted to keep the relationship known to a handful of people you both trusted to know.

“captain levi, section commander hange is looking for you” moblit said, appearing next to levi after a few minutes as your husband nodded. he grabbed his tea and followed moblit to where hange was.

“i’m pretty sure captain levi has a crush on you” petra pointed out once levi was out of your sights. you raised an eyebrow at her as oluo moved from his seat to sit next to you.

“captain levi never makes anyone tea, you’re the first one. like ever” oluo said, nudging you on the side as you looked at them.

“maybe he’s just being-“ you started but eld and gunther cut you off.

“no. captain levi treats you differently” eld said as gunther nodded profusely in agreement.

“he’s more soft with you. captain levi has a crush on you” gunther said as you helplessly looked at eren, in hopes that he would say otherwise. everyone else looked at him, waiting for his stand on the ongoing debate on whether or not levi has a crush on you.

“captain levi has a crush on you” eren declared as everyone cheered. you hid your face in your hands, your cheeks blushing a soft shade of pink.

“alright, alright! that’s enough, captain levi doesn’t have a crush on me. maybe he’s just being a gentleman” you defended, shrugging your shoulders as everyone whined at your comment.

“captain levi has a crush on you!” everyone said at the same time and before you could react, a voice spoke up from behind you.

“i have a crush on who?” levi said, eyeing his subordinates as they sat down and cleared their throats as if nothing happened.

“nothing, captain!” petra said, nervously sipping on her tea as levi scoffed and took his seat next to you again. you glanced at him, silently thanking him for saving you from the situation with his subordinates as he subtly brushed his hand against yours underneath the table.

the rest of the break was spent with random conversations being made here and there. mostly squad levi asking eren about his titan shifting abilities and if his classmates from the cadet corps were planning to join the survey corps.

“some of them plan to-“ eren said, suddenly freezing up mid sentence and making him drop his teaspoon in the process.

“are you okay?” eld asked as eren hummed in reply, standing up to pick up the teaspoon. you were taking a sip of your tea when everything happened so fast.

there was suddenly lightning and a strong gust of wind started to blow everyone away. you squealed, getting blown away by the wind and landing on the floor a few feet away.

“calm down. i said calm down, all of you” levi’s voice reached your ears as you looked up to see a half formed titan with eren’s arm connected to it. squad levi had their blades drawn, ready to attack at any given chance.

they started yelling questions at eren whilst levi tried to calm them down. hange and moblit came running from the forest as the spectacled section commander jumped in joy upon seeing eren’s titan form.

“eren! can i touch that arm? please, can i? pretty please, i just want to touch it!” hange exclaimed, her eyes widening in amusement as she walked towards the arm of the titan.

“hange, wait-“ eren started but hange already made contact with the titan as she jumped around from how hot the skin turned out to be.

your instincts immediately kicked in, rushing to her side to inspect the potential burn mark on her hand. you were about to put some cooling cream on her hand when she suddenly pulled it away from your grip, pointing at the disappearing titan in front of her.

“hold on, eren! that was too soon! i still wanted to study it!” hange exclaimed as eren was on the floor, catching his breath. you clicked your tongue, quickly putting some cooling cream on hange’s hand before rushing over to eren.

“how are you feeling?” you asked, kneeling down next to him as he barely managed to look at you.

“not very good” eren breathed out as you nodded, telling levi that a retreat back to the castle was necessary for the situation.

levi ordered everyone to go back to the castle as you sighed deeply, walking at the very back of the group. levi slowed down his pace and walked next to you, gently grabbing your right arm and lifted it up.

“you’re bleeding” levi said, showing you the rather deep cut on your arm as your eyes widened. you must’ve scratched yourself somewhere when you were getting blown away by the gust of wind earlier and you just didn’t realize it.

“i’ll be okay, nothing i can’t patch up” you said as levi nodded, walking towards the front again to lead the group.

once you got back, you immediately went to your makeshift office to patch up the wound on your arm. you were trying to clean it as best as you could when the door behind you opened and closed.

“here. let me help” levi said, turning you around and lifting you up to sit on the table. he grabbed the cotton ball from you and gently cleaned the deep wound.

“are you okay?” levi asked, looking at you with worry in his eyes as you nodded and smiled assuringly at him.

“i’m okay, my love. just a scratch” you said and levi pressed a kiss on your forehead. the both of you sat in comfortable silence as he began stitching up the wound and bandaged up your arm.

“all done” levi said, finishing up and discarding everything that he used before pressing another kiss on your forehead.

“thank you, levi” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a hug. he buried his face in your shoulder and took a deep sigh. you smiled softly and rubbed his back, feeling him relax under your touch and release all the stress and tension in his body.

“y/n, have you seen captain levi? we have to- oh” eld said, the door to your office opening all of a sudden as he cut himself off when he saw the sight in front of him.

“i-i-i’ll just- excuse me” eld quickly said, shutting the door behind him as the voices of levi’s squad can be heard from the other side.

“what happened?”

“did you find captain levi?”

“was y/n in there?”

“did she know where the captain went?”

levi sighed once again, untangling himself from you to open the door and explain what just happened to his squad.

“i’ll be right back” levi said, kissing you softly on the lips before opening and closing the door behind him to somehow hide you from the curious eyes outside. he was met by his squad, hange and moblit, along with the million questions they had.

“so, shorty, eld told us that he saw you doing… stuff with our assigned doctor” hange started, smirking and raising her eyebrows at him suggestively as he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“i was helping y/n patch up the wound on her arm” levi said, his tone flat as if what he said was the most obvious thing in the entire world.

“and the hugging? or were you just helping with that too?” hange pushed, widening her eyes at the raven haired captain.

“we’re married” levi simply said, going back inside your office and closing the door. they all stood in front of the closed door, looking at each other.

“so, i guess that happened-” you started but was cut off when various squeals and excited screams erupted outside.

“i told you captain levi has a crush on y/n!”

“idiot! they’re already married!”

“petra, looks like you don’t have a chance with captain levi anymore”

“i don’t have a crush on him! i just admire him and his skills!”

you laughed silently at the commotion outside as levi rolled his eyes, shaking his head but the smile that was pulling at the corner of his lips gave him away.

#levi fluff #aot x y/n #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #snk x reader #aot x reader #levi x reader #levi x y/n #snk x y/n #levi ackerman #aot fluff #snk fluff

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bellamyblake · 7 months

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He’s so distracted and out of it that he doesn’t hear the waitress come back or his phone buzz in his pocket. With trembling hands he picks it up and makes out Clarke’s name.

It was late afternoon now, but her shift probably wasn’t over, so he knew he couldn’t make her come out here and get him.

He had to get a grip of himself and do this on his own.

He picks up the fresh glass of whiskey the waitress left and drowns it in two long gulps. Surprisingly, the alcohol clears his head a little bit and chases the dizzyness away.

It takes him another twenty minutes to actually get up and when he does, he sways and almost falls. His legs refuse to hold him up but he grits his teeth so hard, he draws blood and he grips the crutches as if his life depended on them...which right now they did.

He somehow makes it outside and spots the bus stop on the opposite road of the diner. He crosses it with every car honking at him but no one stopping or reaching out to help him in any way.

When he makes it there, he falls on the bench with a thud and a for a moment because he’s so out of it, he feels like he loses consciousness. his left pant leg feels wet and when he looks down at it he sees blood seeping from his jeans-the prosthetic must’ve rubbed too hard while he was in a rush to cross the road and it soaked his bandages.

Then there was also his heart, which wouldn’t calm down, he kept coughing and his back protested with every little movement. His shoulder-the dislocated one screamed when he moved it a bit harsher and as a result his fingers wouldn’t properly clench.

He felt his body tilt sideways on the empty metal bench. He was cold and he felt really tired. His head rested on the glass wall behind him...or was it the metal back of the bench, he didn’t know but he lost himself for a little while, the way he did when he passed out at home on the floor.

He loses track of time-he can hear people talking distinctly, cars moving and he thinks that he should get up and try to catch his bus home but he can’t move, not for a while. He thinks he really passes out for an hour, if not longer, because when he wakes up again, there’s an older lady nearby staring at him judgingly and something’s vibrating in his pocket like there was no tomorrow.

He groans, pulls himself up a little and fishes out his phone, seeing Clarke’s name flash in angry green on his broken screen.

Before he can pick up, she hangs up and his notifcations scream in red letting him know she called twenty two times already and that it was almost five in the afternoon now, the darknkess of the winter evening catching up with him which meant he lost track of time.

He feels his body shake harder than it had back at his cold dark home and his fingers are so frozen, he barely manages to tap on the screen and press on Clarke’s name.

She picks up immideately.

“Bellamy!”

“Clarke-” he croacks and that gives him another bout of coughs. He pulls himself up and tries to sit again. The old lady keeps staring at him annoyed.

“What’s happening? Where are you? I came back to my place and found Ares crying by the bedside with everything still a mess.” she sounds exapserated and he hates himself for doing this to her.

“I...I’ll need you to come get me.”

“What did you do? Where did you go?”

“I’m at a bus stop...on the edge of town, corner of Harrison and Johnson, there’s an Irish diner nearby, do you know it?”

“I do. What the fuck are you doing over there, Bellamy? How did you even get there?” he coughs again and feels his heart beat louder again.

“Please...can you just...come? I can’t...I thought I could...catch a bus but...I..can’t get up.” there’s a moment of silence on the other end and he thinks that she may change her mind-that perhaps she’s had enough of him and she’ll just say no and leave him here, sleeping on a bus stop in the middle of a freezing winter night, all alone and fucked up.

Maybe he deserved that. Perhaps it’d be a good end to his story, an almost poetic one.

“I’m on my way, don’t move!” she cuts off and he can tell even by the phone that something changed.

Her voice broke, she was angry beyond herself and she had every right to be.

He thinks he’ll cry then, that his eyes would fill with tears and he’d feel once again hopeless but the fact is that instead the only thing he can find inside his chest, besides his angrily beating heart, is emptiness.

He stares ahead and thinks of Murphy and the son carrying his name. He never even met his girlfriend, but he knew he was planning on introducing her once they got home. They had been so close...just a month and a half left of their tour.

If Bellamy had just been a little bit quicker...but he wasn’t.

Read full chapter on Ao3 HERE!

#bellarke fanfiction #bellarke #bellarkeedit #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellarke fanfic #modern au #hurt/comfort #military!au #vet!bellamy #nurse!clarke #my writing

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229zmi · 2 years

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DOWNPOUR

PAIRING: Bokuto Kōtarō/Reader

CONTENT: best friends to ¿lovers?

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

Bokuto has never liked the rain. Largely because it makes his hair look all droopy and weird, but also because the rain seems to only arrive when he’s least prepared for the occasion, and it just so happens that the one day he forgets to bring an umbrella with him to school, it decides to rain.

You note the emptiness of his hands as you step out of the gym with your best friend, stopping just before the edge of the overhang roof. You tear your eyes away for a moment to observe the rest of the team passing him, who unlike Bokuto did come prepared for the weather, before fixing them back on him.

“It’s raining,” you comment like you’re giving a weather forecast as you fidget with the handle of your umbrella, and then you let out a laugh. Well, not really a laugh because to be honest, you just sound like you’ve exhaled slightly more air than usual, and Bokuto knows your laugh to be a bit more boisterous anyway, but he gets the gist that you’re trying to cheer him up a bit before he inevitably goes into his emo mode over being so forgetful. He isn’t sure if it’s his hormones or if he really just feels like lying right now, but he lets out a giggle like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard all week.

His laughter, however, falls short when he remembers again the current situation. He pouts and looks off to the side, casting a wistful glance at the umbrella in your hand. He thinks he’s being inconspicuous enough that you don’t notice, but you do.

“I didn’t know it was gonna rain today.” There’s a slump in his shoulders now as he sighs defeatedly. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s sure his mom’ll scold him for being so absentminded once he comes home with his uniform and bag soaking wet from the rain. And oh no, his hair! Unless…

“Can we pleeeeeease share your umbrella?” he asks you with a pleading look in his eyes and his hands interlocked in front of him. “I promise I won’t hog all the space. And I’ll buy you anything you want from the vending machine tomorrow!”

With a sigh, you answer, “Yeah, sure.”

You grandiosely open your umbrella, and he lets out an appreciative cheer before ducking under the umbrella to wrap his arms around you in a bear hug. Silence hangs in the air for a moment until you embrace him back in an awkward manner. The thing is, even though you’ve been friends with him for so many years, you’re not sure if you’ll ever get used to how physically affectionate (yuck) he is and moments like these that make you feel all warm and funky inside.

“I think you can let go now.”

You can’t see his face, but you sense that there’s a cheeky grin on his face when he responds, “What if I don’t want to?”

“Bo,” you say, very serious, “I really need to take a shit right now. So let me go to the restroom real quick and then we can walk home together.”

“Oh.”

Without further questioning, he lets you go, shedding a few dramatic tears after he bids you good luck as you head off on your journey to one of the school’s restrooms. Although you think he’s kind of weird for that, you appreciate his unconditional support nonetheless. (You may even find it endearing, almost.)

The weather is cold as shit, and your flimsy grey blazer does nothing to stop your shivering. You wonder how Bokuto isn’t visibly freezing like you are even though the two of you are wearing the same Fukurōdani uniform, but there’s a lot of things about him that you can’t figure out the logic behind so you disregard the thought as you’ve done with the rest.

He’s in the middle of telling you about something embarrassing that happened to him in one of his classes today when you catch his attention with a slight nudge of your elbow against his side. He gives you a curious look, to which you ask him, “Do you have an extra jacket I can borrow?”

Bokuto looks as if he’s thinking. You’re not sure if that’s a good sign or a bad sign.

“No!” is his ultimate answer. He says this in what he thinks is full-confidence, but really, that just makes you think he’s lying. You eye him skeptically, waiting for him to elaborate. He doesn’t.

“How about that ugly ass jacket you got from your club?“ you challenge more than you ask.

“It’s not ugly! And… I forgot that at home too.”

“What. But you were wearing it this—“

“I’m forgetful,” he insists even though that was not your point. You decide to end the conversation there since you’ve got an exam tomorrow and you really can’t afford to lose any more brain cells through arguing with over whether or not he actually forgot his jacket.

However, unfortunately for you, Bokuto attempts to revive the conversation after just a couple seconds.

“Are you cold?” he asks, strangely nonchalant.

Although all your teachers like to claim that there are no such things as stupid questions, you find his question to be rather unnecessary.

“Of course I’m cold,” you tell him with the tiniest bit of spite. “Why else did you think I was asking for your jacket?”

Even if your question was more rhetorical than not, you’re perplexed when he doesn’t respond. He just pretends to yawn, and you know that he’s pretending because his yawns are usually something of a jumpscare than a dainty silent scream. What’s up with him?

Unbeknownst to you, you’ve walked right into the second phase of his Secret Plan, which he just came up with about a minute ago. He evilly laughs in his mind as he fakes a stretch before smoothly sliding his arm around your shoulders.

Your instinct is to purse your lips and make a sour face at the contact, especially when he not-so-discreetly pulls you closer to his side. You stop walking and he does the same, and your head slowly turns to the side to stare at him, who is now sporting the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. “What are you doing?”

“Obviously, I’m putting my arm around your shoulders.”

“Yeah, but like. Why?”

“‘Cause you’re cold,” Bokuto deadpans. And you thought his question was stupid. “And I heard from someone that sharing body heat is the most effective way of staying warm.”

“Oh.” There’s a really long pause in between as you drag out the vowel. “Okay.”

“What, you don’t believe me?”

Ignoring his accusatory tone, you scratch a nonexistent itch at the side of your head. “Yeah.”

He gasps melodramatically. “I feel as if our friendship is a lie!”

Regardless of your words, however, your actions speak for themselves. You lean closer to him, appreciating the newfound warmth and the feeling of his arm around you, but you’d rather die than ever say that out loud.

“Aw, you two are so cute!” a gravelly voice calls out from behind you some minutes later.

The sudden interruption of you and Bokuto’s lighthearted chatter ushers similar reactions out of the both of you as you turn around with confused expressions on your faces. Armed with several bags of groceries, an old lady, maybe around her mid-70s, approaches.

Naturally, Bokuto greets her with a friendly grin like he usually does with everyone who tries to talk to him, ignoring all rules of stranger danger.

“How long have you been a couple?” the old lady asks. Puzzled, you give her a weird look, wondering why she’d ask such an odd question. But then you remember — Bokuto’s arm is still around you, and you don’t exactly look like you hate it. You mentally hit yourself on the head; it’s no wonder she’d get the wrong idea!

“We’re just friends,” you quickly answer. Bokuto frowns before letting his arm fall off your shoulder and hang loosely by his side. For once, you don’t catch one of his sudden mood changes as the lady apologises profusely for her assumption and walks off, leaving the two of you alone again.

Strangely enough, it’s dead silent the rest of the way home. You’re not sure what dog just pissed on your best friend’s shoes like a fire hydrant for him to suddenly be acting like this when he was just talking off your ear not too long before, but you figure he must’ve remembered another super embarrassing moment or something.

Eventually, you stop in front of your house. And despite your efforts to cheer him up, Bokuto’s still sulking for some reason.

“Thanks for walking with me,” you tell him, even though he does this everyday, but it’s nice to show your appreciation. You hold your hand out to give him your umbrella and nod at him. “Good night.”

“Good… night,” he says gloomily without taking the umbrella. Pursing your lips, you don’t walk off to your door like you usually do after he tells you good night and instead continue to stand in front of him, not knowing what else to do or say. You really don’t want him to go home all alone and sad in the rain, yet you can’t figure out what’s bothering him.

You think about it some more, replaying all the events in your head. He seemed fine up until that old lady came and talked to you — maybe it’s something you said.

It doesn’t take long for you to recall the one and only thing you said to her.

“Bokuto,” you start, “are you upset ‘cause I said we were just friends to that lady?”

His eyes light up, and you mentally praise yourself for being so smart and intelligent and all adjectives alike.

“Yes!” he confirms.

“Man, I’m so sorry for not telling her we were best friends.” Although you apologise with the intent of reassuring him of your stronger-than-just-friends bond, that just seems to put him in an even worse mood. His shoulders slump further and the loudest sigh you’ve ever heard comes out of him. “Hey—“

“I liked when that lady called us a couple,” he suddenly blurts out. His eyes bear holes into his sneakers, unable to meet your gaze that is fixed on him as you try to process his words. If your eyes shift to the side ever so slightly, you can see the continuous reddening of his ears as he speaks up again. “I don’t want to be just friends. Or best friends.”

“Oh,” is all you say to the matter. You’re not sure how you should take this. As a confession? Or a simple statement with no subliminal meaning to be brushed off.

“It’s okay if you don’t respirate,” Bokuto tells you. Your eyebrows pinch together. Literally what is he saying. “I just wanted to let you know.”

“I don’t know what you mean by that,” you say slowly, “but I’ll say we’re a couple the next time someone’s granny calls us cute, if you really want.”

All of a sudden, his posture magically improves and his typical grin replaces the frown that’s been loitering on his face these past minutes. “Really?!”

You sound like you’ve exhaled slightly more air than usual once again. “Yeah.”

Bokuto pulls you in for another bear hug, nearly knocking all the breath out of you and causing you to drop your umbrella. Rain seeps down your back, down your school uniform, and into your shoes with a sharp coldness as you gradually wrap your arms around him, but even so, you don’t really mind that much.

* respirate = reciprocate

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto koutaro x reader #haikyuu oneshot #229ZMI

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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kiss ● t. speedle

warnings

kissing / exchange of saliva, obvs. mentions of reader fantasizing but it's vague and not elaborated on.

(( repost from @snarkwrites ))

word count

uhh.. idk. maybe 1k, if that.

summary

tim speedle gives you a lift home from work. and a kiss at your front door.

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“This is me. I,uh..” your words trail off as a loud clap of thunder rolls overhead and momentarily, overpowers your quiet tone of voice. Tim chuckles when you grimace just a little and gives you the gentlest nudge so that you’re standing beneath the alcove over the door to your house and not getting absolutely drenched by rain any more than you already have.

“You what?” Tim asks as he gazes down at you, waiting. His eyes settle on your lips and currently, he’s torn between placing a hand at the back of your neck and leaning down a little to crash his mouth against your own and just getting on the Ducati and driving himself away before all logical sense abandons him. But he is curious about what you were going to say just now before the thunder cut you off abruptly.

Or maybe it wasn’t the thunder.

You swallow hard and find yourself doing it again, staring up at his lips hungrily. You want to kiss him, you’re dying to but.. Given that tonight is the first time in weeks that you’ve managed to have a meal and gone an entire hour without an argument erupting, you don’t dare try it.

“I had a good time.” you smile as you say it because you had a great time. An amazing time, actually. Riding on the back of his Ducati, snuggled as close to him as you could get, even if the rain did soak you to the bone when it set in and wouldn’t let up.

Tim steps closer. You remember you’re wearing his jacket and you slip out of it, holding it out to him as you gaze up at him. “You’re gonna need this, Tim.” you mumble, your eyes lingering on his mouth. Tim’s staring right back at yours and he swallows hard.

It’s now or never.

His heart is pounding like a runaway train right now, he wonders to himself briefly if you can actually hear it happening. He takes a deep breath and chuckles. Shakes his head and pushes the jacket back towards you. “I’ll get it back tomorrow, it’s not really a big deal.” he says it lazily as he smirks at you.

He’s smirking because hell yes, leaving his jacket with you is a silent marking of his territory. It’s also passively rubbing it right in Wolfe’s face that you chose to ride home from work with him tonight. You turned to him, rather than Ryan like Ryan seemed to be so confident you would in the first place. It had to be the only reason Ryan even suggested both of you stopping to ask if you needed a ride to begin with, Ryan felt like he’d come out on top.

Tim was quite frankly still shocked that things hadn’t shaken out that way. And now you’re standing in front of the door to your house and he knows he should be going but he can’t help but linger.

He wants to kiss you.

He’s staring at you so intently that it prompts you to speak up and ask why as you find yourself unable to refrain from stepping closer to him. You can tell yourself it’s just for warmth because the rain is cold but you know it’s a lie. You’ve been wet for two hours now and you’re used to the cold of the rain when it hits your clothing and skin. You take a shaky breath.

Had you been holding your breath?

The realization has you raising a brow.

You have been holding your breath. And that tension is easing it’s way back in. You find yourself fidgeting, toying with the sleeves of his jacket as they hang over your fingers and hide your hands almost completely. Tim’s gaze lowers and settles on your hands and he chuckles. “Ya know, I never realized just how tiny you are. It’s kinda cute, actually.”

“Oh hahaha fuck you, sir.” you mumble with a soft laugh as you raise a hand and push some wet strands out of your eyes. He chuckles again and steps even closer and when you lock eyes with him there’s just...something...there. You can’t put a finger on it.

Tim leans down slightly, pure instinct leading the way.

Your back meets the front door to your house with a soft and wet smack and you barely have time to gulp. Tim’s body engulfs your own and you raise your arms and let them circle his neck. Your fingers graze the hair at the nape of his neck and he gives the softest groan as your body melts against his entirely.

Neither of you really says anything for a second or two that seems to stretch out to hours and finally, Tim mumbles quietly, “ I wanna kiss you right now.”

You nearly choke on air but you manage to keep yourself from showing it and you gaze up at him with widened eyes. Did he really just say that?

You have to be dreaming, you think to yourself.

“Why don’t you?” you ask the question in a low voice and you’re holding your breath again before you can stop yourself. He’s not answering. But his arms do wrap around your waist and you’re pulled even closer to his body. The warmth of him and the scent of his cologne fill you and you take a shaky breath, still waiting.

“If I kiss you right now, I don’t know I can stop kissing you.” Tim’s voice is velvet and gravel and sex, filled with desire as he tucks thick digits beneath your jaw and guides your eyes up to meet his. He’s searching your eyes for any sign, even a hint that you don’t want to be kissed. One good reason to let common sense take back over so he can turn and leave.

Instead, he sees the way your pupils are blown, lust nearly blacking out the color of your eyes. He bites his lip and mulls it over. You’re clinging to him and the feel of your smaller body pressed so tight against his is more than enough to send a shiver dancing through him.

“Why don’t I?” he muses to himself. It’s a simple question and yet, oh so complicated. But he wants to kiss you. It’s so bad -the desire to kiss you right now, that with each word he speaks, his mouth is already brushing up against the corner of your own. When you whimper and your fingers dig into his shoulder, he growls quietly and that last remaining thread of self control snaps.

His mouth crashes against your own and his tongue flicks out, parting your lips. Your tongue collides with his and your whimper is swallowed up by the deepening of the kiss. His hands settle across your ass and he rocks you against him a time or two. You moan when you can feel him straining at the front of his jeans and he rocks himself right back into you. Your back is firmer against the door, the ridges that form the accents are digging into your back just a little. He pulls you up his body and you gasp quietly as the kiss breaks, only to start all over again not even a few seconds later.

It’s barely enough time for either of you to catch your breath in full. One hand remains on your ass and the other tangles in your hair, pulling at it as he pulls your mouth into his own even deeper.

When the kiss breaks this time, he stares at you and snickers quietly at the puzzled and wide-eyed stare he’s getting from you. “What’s up, doll?” he asks lazily.

“I.. Not that I didn’t enjoy every second of that but.. Why?” you ask, going quiet. Brain still desperately trying to process that whole moment. “I thought I annoyed you, to be honest.”

“You frustrate me. It’s like..” Tim goes quiet for a second. “Until tonight, I thought I wanted something I couldn’t have. I thought you were into Ryan, not me.”

“Ryan? Why? Oh god, no.” you mutter, laughing a little as you rest your head against the space between Tim’s neck and shoulder before glancing up at him all over again. “I’m into you. It’s kind of why I like to argue with you so much. It gets me attention, okay?”

Tim snickers at your answer. “Oh, you have my attention, doll. Trust me on that.”

You shiver as the wind picks up a little and the thunder rolls noisily overhead. This prompts Tim to gaze at you and pout a little because he’s now realizing that he has to leave and go all the way back to his place.

Or does he?

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astroaries98 · 1 year

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The last day of fourth year...

CW: Swearing, alluding to abuse and the war

The four friends sat in the busy courtyard, the warm early summer sun high in the sky. They had all loosened their ties and rolled up their sleeves trying to soak it up. They were enjoying their last full day of fourth year as the summer holidays were starting tomorrow.

“So what are everyone's summer plans?” Pandora asked laying back on her arms, face in the sunlight.

Barty and Regulus looked at each other, sharing a look. “Avoiding our parents,” they both said flatly.

Pandora sat up quickly looking at them with a sad expression, “sorry I wasn’t thinking…” she started before being cut off by Regulus.

“Ha, it’s alright Dora, we are just teasing,” He said kindly, desperate to not upset her even if it was the truth.

She smiled.

Barty snorted and looked like he didn't agree but he didn't say anything further.

“I suppose we’ll go to the house in France for the most part” Regulus stated. “Not that it matters that much where we are, my parents will still attend all their usual meetings and social arrangments in London, Sirius isn’t allowed to go to Potter’s this year so I suppose we’ll play at happy families for a day or two until he decides he’s fed up and pisses our parents off.” Regulus rubbed his temples like he was trying to relieve the future stress he was about to endure.

“I do love that house” Pandora exclaimed trying to move the subjects on from families.

“I do too,” Regulus replied his eyes seeming to drift off to a memory. “You’re all coming to our summer ball right?” he asked the group.

“I don’t think so mate” Barty sighed.

Evan looked up from the book he’d been reading with alarm in his eyes. “What do you mean? I thought your father made a point to come to our balls? You said he thought it looked good to be mingling with our families.” He said quickly, a glimmer of desperation in his voice.

Barty looked at him and smiled sadly. “Sorry Ev, with everything going on Dad wants the Ministry to distance themselves from anyone involved, on either side. He wrote to me the other month asking me to distance myself from you all, of course, I told him where to stick it and I haven't heard anything since, no idea what will be waiting for me at home tomorrow.” He looked like he was about to throw up.

At once Evan lunged forward, looking like he was about to embrace Barty but hesitated and just patted him on the arm instead. “Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“Well, there was nothing to say, there's no way I’m going to stop hanging with you lots just to help his image, he doesn't deserve it. If anything it just wants me to be around you bunch of wrong’uns more” He smirked a glimmer of laughter in his voice.

“Well in that case stay with us” Evan declared getting closer to Barty and looking at Pandora for encouragement. “Our parents love you…well they love the fact that your father is so high in the Minerstry…” He got quieter as he finished his sentence and Pandora swatted him on the arm.

Regulus snorted at this and Barty grew a wicked smile, “Thanks for the offer Ev, but I'm not in the market to help the image of any ancient wizarding family, although it would truly rile my father up if I did, I’ll see if I can sneak out to the ball Reg, I mean it’s not like he’s ever at home to catch me anyway, it’ll be worth whatever happens when he finds out” He replied.

Regulus smiled gently at him, and the three boys did then all embrace before Barty hit the other two on the backs of the head and they all burst out laughing. “Stop being soft, I thought you were the sons of the noblest houses in England” he teased.

They were all still chuckling when they heard Pandora sob. They quickly turned to her to see a tear running down her face. She swiftly wiped it away but another replaced it immediately.

Evan moved over to his sister and embraced her. “What’s up Dora? We can all still write.” He said trying to comfort her.

But she just looked ahead at Regulus and Barty with a disturbed expression. “I just have this feeling that nothing will be the same after this summer, I feel like something awful is going to happen and nothing will be right again.” Her voice sounded sombre.

Regulus gulped and looked at Barty. He’d known something was happening for a while now, he knew his parents had been more distant, preoccupied with things that didn't yet include him and Sirius. Something in his stomach knew that Pandora was right, after this summer his world would always be a little darker and there was nothing he could do to escape it.

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timaeusterrored · 11 months

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(More no marriage angst bc I can)

Kerry flinched at another thunderclap, staring out his stupidly large windows. He had always hated thunderstorms, flinching through them like no tomorrow. It was impossible to try and distract him as well, he always heard it, always knew.

He felt 25 again, smoking a blunt in the floor with a guitar in his lap. The only thing missing was Johnny hanging off the bed sound asleep. His heart ached, and for a moment he felt angry again. He had been so close to having him back-

A security alert popped up. Who the fuck was here at this hour?

Kerry huffed, putting his guitar aside and the blunt in the ashtray as he stood up, really not wanting to deal with people. But when did he ever?

“V?” When he had opened the door, a soaking wet V had his back turned like he was walking away from the door. He heard a swore before he turned. “The fuck are you doing?”

V didn’t answer immediately, weighing his options in his head before choosing to just shrug.

“Get inside, you’re soaked-“ and reeked of booze. “Are you drunk?”

“No some jackass at the Afterlife tried to fight someone and I got caught in the fire.” V muttered numbly, taking his hood off in the safety of Kerry’s villa. “Not allowed to drink anyway.”

Kerry didn’t question him and just walked upstairs to find him some clothes. V was right behind him, silent as always. It was unsettling sometimes, especially remembering how he used to be. It wasn’t fair to V to think like that, the poor man had been through enough.

Kerry left him upstairs with warm clothes and a towel, telling him he could shower downstairs while Kerry sat in the living room, resuming his smoke session and strumming.

While V showered, Kerry’s mind wandered. The two had a shared dream that he couldn’t shake. One of them, together. Happy. Married even. It was odd they both had the same dream, but neither wanted to talk about it. Or at least, Kerry didn’t.

He didn’t want to give V the hope that they had a chance.

V walked out not long later, apologizing about some bullshit of wasting water. Kerry stared at him, as if trying to remind him that ‘wasting water’ wasn’t a thing in this house. Instead, he offered his blunt to Vax.

V took it and sat on the couch behind him, tilting his head back to blow out the smoke. Fuck, Kerry wanted to bite him- no. Stop it.

“Why’d you come here? It’s raining if you didn’t notice. Oh and also, normal people don’t show up to other people’s houses at 2am.”

“Normal people also don’t get high and play the guitar either. But look at you.”

Touché.

“Answer the question, kid.”

Vax shrugged again, seemingly wanting to avoid talking about why he was here. But Kerry wasn’t having it.

“Tell me. Or I’m going to bed.” Kerry knew that wasn’t true, he’d lay in bed until he broke and invited V up to join him.

“Had a nightmare. I don’t sleep well by myself. Judy’s not in town, River isn’t talking to me, neither is Panam. Wanted you.” V muttered, blowing out more smoke as he talked, it was way hotter than it needed to be.

“Mmmm so I was your last choice?” Wouldn’t be the first time Kerry had been a last choice.

“No, you were my first. I just didn’t wanna bother you. I thought you were asleep in my defense.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious, Ker.” He hated when V called him that. Too much like Johnny.

“You remember what I said, right?” Kerry asked after a moment.

“‘Course I do…” V whispered, and once again made Kerry feel like Johnny all over again. Constantly reminding V they weren’t, and never would be together.

But his dream self, the one that accepted it all, loved V. Proposed to V, took care of him. Kerry would never do that. Not to V.

“Let’s get you to bed. You look exhausted.” Like Kerry was any better.

“Yeah… I’ll be outta here before you wake up.” V said as if that was reassuring to Kerry as they headed up to the bedroom.

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puppy-coded · 2 years

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im sorry{r.b.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: food, racism, implied(?) homophobia

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Robin Buckley x fem!black/mixed!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1002 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You had a bad day and you just need to talk to someone about it. Maybe after you sleep on it though.

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: Look away, I’m projecting. wdym this didnt happen to me during the school year

You had sulked your way to the mall after a bad day.

And it was raining!

What a perfect day to feel sorry for yourself.

The only thing keeping you from breaking down was going to Scoops and visiting your girlfriend. She’d know what to do.

You walked into Scoops Ahoy soaked to the bone and on the verge of tears.

“Hey bestie, what’s up?” Robin asked

You shrugged. “Not much I guess.”

Robin frowned at your answer. “Not much you guess?” She repeated.

You huffed. “Robin, I had a bad day.”

She was already getting your usual order the second those words left your mouth. “What happened. Surely it’s not something free ice cream can’t fix, right?” She asked.

You shrugged and leaned on the counter. “Can I take that ice cream to go? I just... I need to go home but I just wanted to ask you to call me when you get off. Actually, scratch that. What about tomorrow?” You asked. “I should probably sleep on it.”

“Done and done!” She chirped, handing you your ice cream.

. . .

Robin was pulling at her hair in the passengers seat of Steve’s car. She was trying to think of every possible scenario that could have happened between when she saw you during lunch and when you went to Scoops. You seemed just fine before then.

Steve patted her leg to get Robin’s attention. “You god Robin?” He asked.

Robin made a a guttural sound and gripped the hair at her scalp. “I just want to know what’s eating at her Steve. She’s never like this.” She said, leaning her head back.

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know. Every time your girlfriend visits she’s very...” He struggled to find a word. “Bubbly. She’s gotta be the friendliest person I’ve ever met. I wonder what’s got her down,” He nodded.

“That’s it!” Robin shouted, shooting up in her seat.

Steve jumped at Robin’s sudden outburst. “What’s it?”

“Maybe she’s feeling insecure about herself.” She told him as if it was obvious. “Good solve Detective Robin.”

“It could be literally anything else.” Steve reminded her.

Robin scoffed. “You don’t know her the way I do.”

“Well, tomorrow’s Saturday. Try hanging out with her to cheer her up.” Steve suggested. “It worked for me.”

“Good idea.” Robin nodded. “Thanks Steve.”

. . .

Hearing the phone ring in the kitchen woke you up. You walked through your house, almost walking into multiple walls, to get the phone.

“Hey babe.” You smiled at Robin’s voice on the other side of the line.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes before responding. “Hey Robin.”

“You should come over. I have a surprise for you.” She told you. You could hear her excitement through the phone.

“Alright, I’ll come over.” You nodded.

You soon got ready and started heading to Robins.

Before you even knocked on the door Robin had opened it. She pulled you into her house and gestured to the living room dramatically. She had made a blanket fort and gotten your favorite snacks. Back To The Future’s main menu stuck in place on the television screen.

“Surprise!” Robin said excitedly.

You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head. “What’s this?” You asked, already moving toward the blanket fort.

“A safe space.” Robin said, opening the fort for you to crawl in.

You crawled into the fort and were surrounded by pillows and blankets.

“Is this so I tell you what’s on my mind from last night?” You asked, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

“What? No. You just seemed out of character yesterday and I wanna make you feel better about it.” She explained, laying her head on your shoulder.

You moved to face her. “Robin... Hawkins fucking sucks.” You admitted.

“What do you mean angel?” Robin asked.

“I mean... racism.” You responded bluntly. “You know how I love watermelon?”

“Yeah?” She said, not getting it.

You took a shaky breath before responding. “Someone told me ‘Man, you know it’s watermelon season when the black girl is eating it’. It was weird and I hated it.”

“Who was it?” Robin asked, already planning on beating someone up.

You brought your knees to your chest and tried keeping your tears in. “It was no one. Just uncomfortable.”

Robin started rubbing your back and arms to try and calm you down a little. “Anything else you need off your chest?”

You had started crying before you even told the story. “Yesterday I was rocking this super cute outfit and I was accused of trying to ‘black-ify’ an outfit that Tina Andrews had worn the day before by her boyfriend,” You sobbed. “I just wanted to feel cute in peace.”

“That is super racist,” Robin nodded.

You wiped your face on you arm and continued. “Yeah, I know... And my aunt found out we’re dating so now I need to find I place to live or live with homophobia.” You told your girlfriend, trying to keep your voice even.

“Oh my god. You’ve been having a rough 24 hours.” Robin stated, leaning on you in an attempt to give you a hug.

“Yeah,” You sniffled. “Scoops helped me out last night.”

“I’m sorry you were found out. It sounds like it sucks,” She tried.

“It’s fine. I’m 18. I have a job. I can move back to New York where I’m sure it’s normal to be gay. Or at least accepted ore than here in the middle of fucking nowhere Indiana. I want to go back to the city. Back to New York with my parents.” You rambled, picking your head up. You wiped your face with your hands and took several deep breaths.

“Maybe I could help with that,” Robin suggested. “I mean, I’m 18 and we could move together?”

“Thank you.” You responded, hugging her.

You had silently cried yourself to sleep on Robin’s shoulder. She hadn’t noticed until you almost fell off her shoulder. She laid you down and wrapped her arms around you, smiling to herself since she had you now.

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hazbincalifornia · 10 months

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Sweet Fruit

Chapter 60: Stolas shows Blitzo his accomodations, and they get cozy.

Chapter warnings: Explicit sexual content and some minor gore. (It's for something nice.)

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“You have a house down here?” He was down here for less than a week every year, and he just had a house sitting there? Luckily, it had been close enough that Blitzo could walk over with only minimal complaining from his body, but he’d expected it to be a place where Stolas was just picking him up or renting for a few days, not a place that he owned. It had a little ‘Stolas’s Solace’ sign with stars on it hanging on the door and everything. It was seemingly only one story, but it still was easily twice the height of a normal one-story.

Stolas raised an eyebrow. (An eye? What did you even call that?) “Yes, of course. I wouldn’t exactly fit into any of the local’s accommodations, now would I?”

Blitzo blinked, forced to concede the point slightly on the basis of Stolas being Really Fucking Tall. “Right, you’d just slam right into the door unless you crouched every time.”

“Yes, exactly! I wouldn't mind using my imp form, but that would rather defeat the point, and I wouldn't want to hold it for days on end. That’s why we maintain this little cottage, we just pay someone to make sure it isn’t dusty every few months so it stays in good shape for when I come down.” He waved his hand. “Now then! We have the day to ourselves! There’s a lovely little tree in the back that has the sweetest apples on it, and there’s enough space to stretch out. I’ve mostly finished with arrangements, although I will have to head out tomorrow morning to get the final details set up. Do you have the Grimoire?”

“Oh. Nah, it’s in the van, I didn't want to have somebody see me carrying it.”

“The van.”

“Yeah.”

“You left my book of infinite power sitting in-”

“Hey, it’s locked!” Blitzo protested. “Can’t you just do your magic shit and grab it?”

Stolas nodded. “Yes, I can, but you need to be more careful with it. What if it happened to fall into the wrong hands?” He pulled open a small portal, reaching into the back of the van and pulling it out before tucking it under his arm. “I’ll go put this somewhere safe, and you can settle down. There’s a pull-out bed, as well as the one that I use. You may choose which you would like, although-”

“Yeah, we’re sharing,” Blitzo said, and the portal zipped closed as Stolas opened the door. “Just regular couches are better than pullouts like ninety percent of the time.”

“I suppose that I wouldn’t know,” Stolas said, gesturing for Blitzo to follow him. “My room is to the right there.”

The living room of the house was… nice. It was nice in a vaguely impersonal, magazine sort of way, as although there were a few pictures of Octavia hung up, there weren’t many decorations that screamed ‘Stolas’ to him. Still, there was a throw pillow that had a galaxy design on it on the couch, and there were a few horse paintings that may have been purchased for his benefit or they may have come with the place. Either way, it helped make the place feel at least a little more homey.

Blitzo poked his head into the bedroom- even though there was a slight mustiness that betrayed the fact that the house wasn’t usually lived-in, it already had Stolas’s smell soaked into the sheets of the way-too-big bed. He hopped up, kicking his boots off and grabbing at one of the pillows. It had a galloping horse embroidered into it, so it was definitely his now. Stolas must have slept there last night considering how concentrated the scent was, and Blitzo only realized that a contented sigh left him after it was over and he’d buried his face in the squishy cushion.

“Mmm…” The bed was comfortable too, just the right mix of firm and soft, and he sunk in slightly as he got himself cozy.

Something was… off, though. He patted at the bed as a slight unease twisted around his brain, trying to figure out what the sudden mental fuzziness that itched his consciousness was for. It was better than even the bed in the new apartment, so what…?

“There, nice and safe. Now, what do you- getting comfortable, hmm?” Stolas held back a little laugh behind his hand as he returned carrying a basket of something, but Blitzo grunted.

“Something’s… hmmph.”

“Are you alright?” Stolas swept forward. “It wasn’t too much of a problem to travel, was it? I’ve set things up so we can go right to the hospital as soon as they come-”

“It’s not that, it just…” It clicked. “It smells weird in here.”

Stolas blinked. “Really? I always thought Wrath smelled nice, very rustic and natural.”

“No, it’s- it’s you. It’s just you.” Blitzo waved a hand, and Stolas tried to not look offended but didn’t quite succeed.

“I did just bathe, I’ll have you-”

“No, it’s not that. You smell fine. Can you open a portal to the van again?” His tail squirmed against the sheets as Stolas wordlessly did as he said, tilting his head in confusion as Blitzo reached through and yanked at whatever soft-looking junk he could find. A bandanna from Loona, a blanket M+M had used on a picnic a few days ago, one of Blitzo’s own shirts, a soft chew toy Loona had used ages ago… he spread them out on the bed, and the scent of everyone in his family mixing together with Stolas’s that was already there helped to ease the bug clawing in his brain. He padded at it with his palms before settling down.

“Hmm. That must be an imp thing,” Stolas said, sitting down next to him. “Does that feel better?”

“Oh, yeah.” Blitzo kneaded the objects together with the sheets so it all mixed in. “Now it’s good.”

“As long as you need anything that takes up the whole bed, I’ll survive sharing,” Stolas said, reaching over for the basket. “Would you like something to eat?”

Blitzo nodded. “As long as it’s not rotting or some shit, I’m in.”

“I would never!” Stolas was aghast as he plucked up a slice of something that looked like a mix of a peach and an apple, holding it in the air just before Blitzo’s lips. “These are special to Wrath, I believe. The star goes into the black hole, and down it goes!”

“Are you-” Blitzo bit at the fruit, swallowing it down before finishing his sentence. “-calling me fat?”

“That was just what I said to Via to get her to eat when she was little,” Stolas said, popping the other half of the slice in his own beak. “I suppose this place makes me nostalgic- I brought her to see the ceremony a few times when she was young, since she liked seeing the pretty lights. Mmm, these are perfect!”

He reached back into the basket, and they got into a routine quickly after Blitzo had bundled himself up in the extra stuff he’d pulled in from the van- Stolas set a slice on Blitzo’s tongue, and he gave it one chew before letting it slide down his throat. It was juicy enough that it practically melted in his mouth, and Stolas had started gently cooing as he wiped juice off Blitzo’s cheek.

“There you go, darling…”

“Hey, newsflash, I’m not a kid.” Blitzo cracked one eye open, realizing in the process that he’d let both of them fall closed.

“I’m aware, I just enjoy getting to take care of you.” Stolas used a slightly-sticky hand to slide his shirt up. “Both of you. I’m sure she won’t be opposed to some sweet treats before- hmm?” His hand slid up a little further, catching on something wet, and Blitzo’s gaze dropped down.

“Hey, leave my nips alone unless we're-”

“I didn’t do anything.” Stolas tugged a little at the shirt as if requesting permission to remove it, and Blitzo undid the buttons, pulling it off himself. “Oh!”

There were wet spots soaking through both sides of the bra, and Blitzo chewed on his lip, entirely unsure how he’d missed that. It must have happened in the last few minutes- maybe it was something about nesting down?

“Shit, I- kind of thought that was supposed to be after birth?” What had Aamon said? That was all kind of hazy, considering how strung-up his brain had been at the time. Fuck, maybe he had said it was before...

“Mmm, no, I believe Stella’s came in a week or two before Via was born. She threw quite the fit when it ruined a dress.” Stolas’s hand rested flat against the wet spot, and a shudder rode through Blitzo’s spine at the twinge it sent through his body, including riiiight between his legs.

“May I?”

“May you what?”

“Take this off. I’m sure it would be sore if this is the first time…”

Blitzo nodded, and Stolas reached around to unhook the back of the bra before gently tugging it down Blitzo’s arms. “There we go.” Stolas lifted Blitzo up for half a moment, getting an indignant sputter before setting him right back down again atop a small stack of pillows that helped their eyes get closer to meeting. “How do you feel?”

“I mean, I’ve got milk coming out of my tits. I think that’s worthy of feeling ‘pretty fucking weird’, even with the head’s up that it was coming.” Blitzo squeezed at one and his tail snapped like a whip against the bed automatically as little white droplets dribbled out. “Shit, I only brought that one bra.”

“There’s a little washer here, I’ve just never used it. I’m sure we could figure it out,” Stolas said, setting a hand down so the thumb and index finger framed the puffy nipple. Blitz grimaced- it sure as shit didn’t look very good from his angle as everything stuck out too far, and even if this was all Stolas’s fault, he couldn’t quite read the inquisitive look on the other’s face.

“Does this- I mean-” Blitzo cleared his throat, feeling sticky and overstuffed as his weight sunk down into the pillows. “Not that this matters, it’s my fucking body, but like… all of this.” He waved a hand over himself. “It’s kinda weird and gross sometimes, and, like- I know you’re just gay and non-imps get fussier about that shit sometimes. Does that-”

Stolas pressed a finger to his mouth, then laughed when Blitzo sucked it in to lick it for a moment on instinct just to be an ass before spitting it out. “It’s your body, darling. Whatever happens to it, as long as it isn’t hurting you, I’ll find plenty arousing, trust me.”

He raised his hands to the tip of the curve of Blitzo’s horns, claws clicking on the keratin as he drummed on them. “Your big, strong horns…” Slowly, his fingers trailed downwards, finding the curves and edges of every piece. “Your handsome face, with those intimidating cheekbones that have just a bit of curve now as they built up for the baby… your spikes and shoulders, that help carry those oh-so-talented arms and hands…” Here, Stolas intertwined their fingers for a moment, giving a squeeze, and Blitzo had to bite his tongue to resist the urge to kill the moment because he could feel a flush bubbling up underneath his skin, tasting a spark of copper before he pulled his teeth apart to stop himself from bleeding too much. He was learning. Kind of.

“That tight ass that’s so delightfully plump right now, the thighs that probably could kill someone by themselves if they tried, those fancy little hooves of yours…” His fingers began trailing up again. “That absolutely delicious cock and sweet little entrance, the stomach that’s housing our little darling, and these.” He cupped one breast with each hand. “It’s hot because it’s on you, darling. I must admit, I never saw the appeal before and I doubt I would on anyone else, the stars know how much I love your normal chest as well, but you wear them as well as you wear anything.”

He leaned forward and gave a little lick to lap up a taste of the milk, and Blitzo’s hands buried themselves in the back of Stolas’s feathery head.

“F-fuck, you sure know how to inflate a guy’s ego.”

“That was the idea, dear,” Stolas said, tongue tracing the side of his beak. “You deserved every word of it. I know this has been a lot of change, but I will always love you.” He leaned back in, careful of his beak as he suckled, and the extra-sensitive nipples combined with the fact that Stolas was essentially milking him had Blitzo’s legs wobbly even though he was sitting down.

“S-Stolas…”

“Just let me take care of you,” Stolas murmured, one hand drifting down to cup Blitzo's hip. He was so close, body pressed flush against Blitzo’s, close enough to devour him, and in that instant, Blitzo wouldn’t have objected. He was surrounded by comfort, the blankets and snitched items below and Stolas in front, and everything was so perfect his mind scrambled for a catch until Stolas’s tongue ran up the nipple again with his razor beak just barely brushing the skin, and his body told his mind to fuck off.

After a few more moments, Stolas pushed him back slightly so he was leaning against the headboard and started pawing at his pants. “May I?”

“Don’t need to sound so fuckin’ formal- yeah, you may,” Blitzo said. He was already wet enough from the praise and the oral attention to match the puddles in Lust, and his eyes trailed down Stolas the same way Stolas had been roaming over him, catching on his crotch. “Mmph… actually, can you…?”

“Can I what?” Stolas’s voice was slightly sing-songy, and Blitzo threw a hand over his eyes.

“Can a guy ask for one last fuck before popping out your little featherball?”

Stolas jolted. “Are you… are you sure? I wouldn’t want to-”

“I’ll tell you if it hurts,” Blitzo said, parting his legs and letting his arm fall. “Last I checked, you were just asking to do something with my junk, so I’m taking my pick.”

“I’ll… I’ll be careful,” Stolas said, tugging down his own pants. “And I’ll grab the lube.”

“Sounds like you were expecting some kind of fuck.” Blitzo raised an eyebrow, and Stolas flushed.

“Well, I- I figured it would be better to be prepared, you know-”

“Hey, it was a good call.” Blitzo grabbed Stolas’s collar, yanking him down into a kiss that Stolas easily melted into before cupping a hand over Stolas’s cock and starting to stroke along it. It always felt bigger than he remembered, but he wasn’t about to wuss out, not when he’d been the one to ask for this. He wanted it. He wanted to make this bed theirs and to have Stolas inside of him one last time before everything went tits-up, wanted to be as close as they physically could be. “Just maybe don’t pound me stupid to pop her bubble just yet and we’ll be golden.”

“I’ll go slow,” Stolas promised, floating the bottle over and popping the cap open. Already, his cock had perked up at the promise of getting to slide into its favorite imp, and Blitzo’s tail wound around it to help rev up the engine further, getting a half-strangled moan out of Stolas. “Mmm, just like that, darling…”

“You’re so easy to please,” Blitzo muttered as his tail gave a jerk, and Stolas tilted his head.

“Only because you’re the one doing it, love.”

That jolted at Blitzo’s chest, but Stolas made no attempt to take it back, honey-sweet adoration in his eyes as he slicked himself up and leaned forward for another kiss. It was warm with just a hint of an edge and tasted of sweet fruit, and Blitzo couldn’t get enough, tail pulling back then curling around Stolas’s waist so he couldn’t pull too far away. He needed all of the prince like he needed air.

“I’m going in,” Stolas murmured into his mouth, and Blitzo spread his legs further before the tip pressed against his entrance. “I figured this one would, ah… provide more lubrication.”

“Everybody else would have to ask first, but you get your pick of holes,” Blitzo said with a lopsided grin that got a laugh out of Stolas, peppering kisses over his cheeks.

“Lucky me! And you’re sure-”

“I’m sure, I’m sure.” Blitzo’s fingers dug into Stolas’s arms as the owl eased in a bit further. It was different this time, less frantic and horny and more intimate. Stolas was taking his time and Blitzo wasn’t particularly rushed, both just enjoying the way the other felt in their arms.

“Oooh, you feel lovely,” Stolas cooed out.

“And you’re filling me right the fuck up,” Blitzo moaned out, wrapping his legs around Stolas’s waist. “Stolas…”

Stolas rocked in and out, arms wrapped around Blitzo’s back so his weight was supported by Stolas himself as well as the bed. It was almost like he was floating, surrounded by the comfort of his stolen bits of family and Stolas, Stolas, Stolas-

“Fuck, that feels so good, keep doing that, keep showing daddy how much you want him… daddy loves you...”

Stolas was mid-thrust and his eyes widened, pulling back to stare and cup at Blitzo’s cheek. “Blitz…?”

“Blitz wha-” His brain caught up with his mouth, the word still in it lingering like vanilla poison, and they stared at each other for a moment as Blitzo’s eyes blew equally wide before he shook it off and yanked Stolas into another kiss, tail cinching in Stolas’s waist and getting an aroused groan before Stolas pulled back.

“Did you…?”

“Stolas, I- you-” He was stuffed full of cock, but that wasn’t nearly as pressing as the semi-automatic heartbeat pounding out of his ribcage that Stolas’s flicking pupils must have detected from how they flitted down. “Yeah. I did.”

“Oh, love…” Stolas nuzzled his cheek against Blitzo’s. “Thank you. I know-”

“Yeah. I knew too.” He nuzzled back. “You know, usually having the kid Is supposed to come afterward.”

Stolas snorted. “I beg to differ.” He nipped at Blitzo’s shoulder, pinching the flesh in a way that it would surely bruise, but Blitzo couldn’t care less. “We’ll have to settle for the child being born afterwards.”

“Mmph. Fair enough.” He shifted around, feeling the heat and pressure of Stolas’s cock against his inner walls.

“I love you too,” Stolas whispered against him like a secret just for the two of them, a promise humming with power. “Love you, love you, love you.” He pulled Blitzo close as he slowly moved in and out. “I love being this close, I love knowing we’ll have a child soon, and I love being able to be in your bright, fiery orbit.” He accented each phrase with a thrust, but they were languid and easy, clearly just soaking in the closeness.

Blitzo buried his face into Stolas’s chest, sucking in breaths and letting it out as his belly pressed between them. This didn't feel real, not in a way that he deserved, but he couldn't summon up the anxiety that should have been flooding him at a bombshell like that- not when they were so close, not when the scents and blankets and feathers on his face and long, hot length buried in him were just right. Stolas, ever-flexible, bent down and kissed up his belly before meeting Blitzo’s mouth again, and Blitzo let himself tumble down into the sensations, building pressure and comfortable honeyed warmth and Stolas all around him, feathers fluttering black and red on the edges before blooming out as his voice echoed infinitely around them.

“You’re mine, Blitzy, and I’m yours, forever.”

Forever was forever. Forever was far too long, but far too short at the same time. All he wanted to do was sink into this moment for eternity as he was only held up by pressure, floating in this everythingness. Something hot and sticky and dripping fell into his hands as they rested against his squirming belly, coos burrowing into his brain from above and below. Galaxies dotted the edges of his vision beyond the red and black void as he examined the thing- a beating heart dripping in black, hot blood oozing over his fingers like sweet melted chocolate. It smelled achingly familiar.

Every bit of him was cocooned and caressed by touches that were feather-light and contained promises of unimaginable power, yet were careful enough to not bruise fragile skin. It slipped inside of his slit to tease at his cock and kneaded at his muscles at the same time he was being slowly, gently fucked so deeply it made his ribs ache. The sensations massaging him inside and out got a pleasured hiss out of him in the process as they overwhelmed him, unraveled him. He could feel the rhythm of a heart pulsing around him as much as he felt it in his hands.

“It’s yours,” the voices purred, “It always has been.” Blitzo turned it over in his hands for a moment, giving it a squish and feeling the body around him shudder before opening his mouth and sinking his teeth in. It was far, far better than the paltry human flesh had been, and a purring moan rumbled through his body as he savored the taste of spice and hearty sweetness beyond any kind of compare. The injured heart beat twice, ichor pouring over his wrists and soaking over the scars before he pushed the rest into his mouth, teeth sinking into the succulent meat and swallowing it down as heat traveled down his throat and up into his guts before the stars on the edge of the void exploded and reality snapped back into its axis.

Stolas was panting and slick with sweat as their eyes met, and he glanced down at himself to see black dotting his feathery chest. Blitzo could still taste blood and still feel Stolas inside of him, and his own heart was still racing like an escaped stallion.

“What the shit was-”

“I got… a bit excited,” Stolas said, cheeks dark as he pulled out, both of them soaked in themselves. “That... that was a portion of my heart. A bit of metaphor, a bit of curiosity of how it would taste compared to human. I- I hope that didn’t frighten you, but I’ve… I’ve been waiting for a long time to hear those words.”

Sometimes, Blitzo could almost forget that Stolas was a demonic prince with all that entailed, but now, the way his voice curled with nerves even as hints of red fluttered on the edges of his form and the air rippled around them...

He licked a drop of black from his lips before grinning, yanking Stolas down into the bed with a yelp before turning so his heavy, shifting belly pinned the other down as the baby tried to reach out for her other father. Stained hands intertwined with Stolas’s naturally blood-black ones as wide red and white eyes met red and gold.

“I fucking love you, Stolas.”

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badger primary + burnt improvisational secondary

hi! i've deleted a large segment of this ramble because it is extremely long. last night i wrote a pretty ugly ramble but chose not to sent it off, instead i googled narcissistic personality disorder and i think that that is indeed a possible diagnosis for me (though i know self dx is not always gospel truth). that's the easiest diagnosis by occam's razor. getting an actual read on my own personality though in areas other than said disorder has been hard.

I’ve only got a layman’s knowledge and some anecdotal experience of NPD, but I’ll do my best. Obviously I can’t diagnose you either. I’ll give you my thoughts, but a true diagnosis isn’t possible or ethical. That said, narcissistic personality disorder gets a bad rap, but is one hundred percent livable and even helpful. It’s a good sign that you’re self aware enough to read up on it and go ‘this could be me.’

the last i checked (1-2 years ago), i thought i was either a lion badger, double lion or some shade of bird (addendum: or badger), but i might have changed by then. also, i am a teenager. i now suspect i am a double lion but i'd like you take a look and be sure.

before i start off: thank you for answering random questions from strangers like me off the internet. there's some hard stuff in lots of them. thank you for your compassion too.

It’s true that sometimes I’m not in the right mental space to soak in some of the quite heavy stuff people write in with me. (I like my blog feeling safe, so I sometimes edit content a little if it gets *too* intense.) But I like the exercise of trying to focus in and understand someone as best as I can. I think it makes me better at my job, and I think it makes me better as a person.

Also, cheers for checking in on *me.* That right there is not a classic narcissist trait.

main rant about me socialising: i am a loud person and can be a bit of a showoff. actually an extrovert albeit a socially anxious one. people are cool with me usually, but i feel i also love too hard, too fast and too deeply.

This could honestly just be person stuff, but the word ‘showoff’ and that tendency to either operate at 0% or 100% is pretty Lion secondary.

i just left my old class and i miss them so much -

Badger primary?

grief i guess is love for others which can't really be adequately expressed.

“Grief is really just love, it’s all the love you want to give and cannot.” - words of wisdom from Jaime Anderson, professional snowboarder.

but i felt they accepted me as a person and said their mind (but took no sh-t). for the most part they were quite open and unflinchingly honest. i like people who are unafraid to show who they are - god knows who i am, i'm not sure of it, but they somehow have enough of a grasp to be able to be honest and forthright, and who gives a fk if they are annoying because i'd like them anyway. even the misogynists, seriously. though i don't accept their misogyny, at least they have the fking gall to say it in class and let others criticise them (i hope they learn though. i dang well hope so.)

It sounds like you really like Lion secondaries. It’s possible that if you’ve got a bit of a Burned Lion secondary, hanging around with unBurned lion secondaries could be sort of... nice? healing? relaxing? Or you could just like lion secondaries.

now for my evaluation of each primary and secondary: lion - i honestly don't have any cause except "survive until tomorrow".

Survival mode. I hear you. And honestly, I used to be very much the same way. It took a while, before I was in a good enough place that I could actually sort myself.

that answers the question, "what keeps you living every day?" i've lived through weird stuff, i'm goddanged alive, fk it i'm living. burnt lion might be a thing for me though. however i believe in little things, such as never praising capitalism, calling out idiots

This probably isn’t Snake, but could be any of the other primaries.

when i have the gall and the vague idea of compassion, something i have not achieved.

There’s some burnt ‘I want to but I can’t’ language going on here. Could be a burnt secondary - I want to stand up and do the lion secondary ‘speak the truth’ thing, but I can’t. But it could also be Burnt primary ‘I am not compassionate enough, and therefore I cannot trust myself to make decisions. Which would either be Lion or Badger.

badger - i guess i like people? i'd sacrifice any cause for people though. what use is a cause if whatever the hell you're doing is useless to the people you want to help.

I’m actually thinking you might be Badger. Framing morality around the wellbeing of groups of people is a very Badger way to think about it, period. An idealist is much more likely to go ‘ends justify the means’ or ‘creating strife or discomfort in worth it in the service of justice, or freedom.’

one of my criticisms of most lion primaries typed by people is that a cause is framed as something that you do to serve others. i hate the concept of noblesse oblige but i keep doing it anyway, because i keep feeling my position in life is extremely precarious (this sounds like the npd speaking though).

Okay, I’m unpacking this. Noblesse oblige is the specific idea that if you are born into privilege it is your responsibility to help those beneath you. It’s a old idea, and it gets critiqued because it’s a little infantilizing and paternalistic - only the cool special noble people can help the poor innocent peasants (not really taking into account that one of the peasants might one day BE a noble, or that the peasants might want to help themselves.) Noblesse oblige also got used to justify the class system - of course the noble people should be at the top, they earn/deserve it by being super nice and special. Its a very specific thing, and not just ‘wanting to serve others,’ which is more of a general instinct. Humans are pack animals after all.

So I’m not sure what you mean when you say that you keep doing “noblesse oblige” because your life is precarious. That might actually be the opposite of noblesse oblige - THAT system would tell you that you are specifically not required to do anything until you’ve got some kind of wealth/power/privilege.

still. i care about people. bird: (submitter's name), overthinker of the century. snake: i am a selfish b--ch. insult my friends and you will get a beating. metaphorically.

I’m thinking you’re probably a Loyalist primary.

i will lie and cheat to protect the ones i care about though i am a horrible liar.

Maybe seeing some Snake secondary here?

the hierarchy of people which some snakes have described is alien to me though.

I’m kinda doubling down on Badger primary for you.

secondaries: lion: loud, brash, overconfident speaker. unable to shut my mouth, for better or for worse. as someone apathetic to most things though, i rush through life with no rudder.

Definitely think Improvisational secondary for you, I’ve seen no evidence of the more Prep-work style.

can be stubborn and narrowminded.

Hmmm. That’s usually more of a primary issue.

i've only got anywhere due to enormous amounts of privilege and a very good memory.

I hear you on the ‘memory superpower’ thing. It works until it doesn’t.

badger: i was very meticulous once upon a time. but then i was a kid. i no longer have the energy to care for anything. the prepwork thingy has happened in my life before but in the distant past. i really don't know whats happened.

You’re a bit burnt in the secondary department, aren’t you?

bird: i am an infamous memoriser of trivia. but seriously, it's because of my memory. i used to use lots of little life hacks to keep my person up and running but they've all collapsed.

Looks like you had a Bird secondary model at one point.

snake: i'm a bad liar, does this rule snake out?

Nah. No one is born good at stuff. Competency doesn’t equal secondary, ease and comfort does.

i plan my lies, line by line, as if i'm rehearsing a play.

Actor bird? Or Actor Bird model? If you’re neurodivergent in any way you might also be running scripts.

no. this does not sound snake. i was always really rigid and random at the same time. i'd really like to be able to separate my disorder (or whatever is going on with my brain) from my actual personality. it's called a personality disorder after all.

I haven’t read anything that really screams NPD at me. Honestly, you seem burnt out and focused on *surviving.* Things that were fun/useful no longer are, it’s harder to care about things at all. I expect moving away from your old social group made everything worse, moves like that can be especially brutal on Badger primaries, which I suspect you are. And your secondary is burnt/your situation unstable enough enough that I can’t really tell what it is.

thank you so much for reading all the way to the end, if you did. if not i do not fault you at all.

Burnt secondaries and apologizing. Seriously, it’s okay. This one wasn’t even long at all.

#sortinghatchats #shc #wisteria sorts #sortme #badger primary #burnt secondary #bird secondary model

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