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halstudandruz · 3 years

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Gentleman in the Streets, Freak in the Sheets (NSFW)

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requested: Yes

Prompt: Kelly gets fed up when you tease him at work all shift (Dominate, kinda rough Kelly smut)

Warnings: Smut (18+), daddy kink, breeding kink¿, swearing

A/N: Anyone else find the gif incredibly sexy? Also, proof skimmed at 4am so don’t judge typos 😅

It was a quiet day in the firehouse. Ambulance 61 only running a few calls and everyone else passing the time by running drills or checking equipment. You had offered to make dinner, wanting to give Ritter and Gallo a break for once. You were far from a candidate, but you weren’t “all in” on the candidate hazing per say. They needed a break every once in a while too. Especially when trying to cook three meals a day for the pickiest men in Chicago. You were trying to decide how to marinate the chicken when your boyfriend walked into the lounge headed straight for the kitchen.

“You cooking tonight?” He asked when he spotted you in front of the stove. Watching you nod, he chuckled.

“You know we have candidates for that.” He teased.

“Yeah yeah I know, I also don’t care.” You retorted, having already had this talk before. “Hey! What are you doing?” You scolded as you watched him open up a cupboard digging through it.

“Getting chips.” He answered, nonchalantly.

“I’m making food!” You reminded him.

“And I will eat it, but I need something to hold me off in the meantime.” He replied, rolling your eyes, you turned back to the task. “Okay spices.” You thought out loud moving towards the cabinet Kelly was still digging through. Registering in your head that there was nobody else around except Mouch who was loudly snoring on the couch. Smirking you took the few steps towards your needed ingredients.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled slipping in front of Kelly where he was trying to reach something from

the back of the top shelf. Pushing yourself up on your tippy toes you attempted to grab spices off the bottom shelf, pushing your butt out to put pressure against his crotch before slowly moving back down on the heels of your feet, smiling effectively to yourself when you felt Kelly immediately tense above you swallowing a low groan, trying again and eliciting the same reaction. “I can’t reach it. Could you hand me that cayenne pepper?” You asked sweetly pointing to it, witnessing a pink tint appear across his cheeks, still pressed tightly against you, clenching his jaw when you wiggled your hips back against his. Tightly gripping the container he handed it to you. “Thank you, lieutenant.” You grinned sliding out from in front of him to make your way towards the counter. It wasn’t but two seconds before Kelly had you trapped up against the counter. Breathing heavy in your ear goosebumps traveling down your body at the warmth of his breath.

“You think you’re so sly. Such a little tease, trying to make daddy rock hard.” Kelly leaned over your back pushing his hips into your spine where you felt an obvious bulge. “You’re just giving me an invitation to bend you right over this counter and use you.” Kelly whispered into your ear as you started to chop up the celery coming centimeters away from chopping off your finger at his words. It had been a few days since you had sex and you knew you both were craving each other. When the sound of footsteps heading for you became clear he sprung away putting a respectable amount of space between the two of you.

“Is anybody making dinner around here?” Herrmann asked, appearing from the apparatus floor, Stella in tow behind him.

“Yeah, working on it.” You assured him watching Kelly retrieve a bag of chips and head towards the bunk room, cool relaxed demeanor drifting back over him. He was always better at hiding things than you, and this was likely a game you were going to lose at, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You and Kelly had dated for awhile before accepting that the pressures of the job was starting to take a toll on your relationship. In order to healthily deal with your issues separately you decided to take a break, knowing that you would likely eventually end up back together, or at least hoping so. It was hard at first especially after finding out he had had a brief fling with Stella, one of your best friends in the house, but you had gotten through it and had been back together for a couple months. Nobody else in the house knew though, except Matt who you frequently ran into every morning in his kitchen.

You had taken plenty of opportunities to tease Kelly throughout the rest of the shift. Sending him dirty texts, accidentally running into him in the shower, innocently flirting with Gallo just to get a rise.

“Oh sorry are you almost done?” You asked sweetly watching Kelly shift his clothes from the washer to the dryer.

“Be my guest.” He moved out of the way for you to move towards the washer starting to throw your clothes into it when you heard him clear his throat. Turning you cocked your head when you saw him holding one of your thongs on his pointer finger. “Oops must’ve dropped that.” You played innocently, taking it from him to drop it into the machine feeling the heat of his body crowd you.

“What has gotten into you today?” He questioned, gripping your hips.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You bit your lip blinking up at him.

“Oh so you really were just interested in Gallo’s new workout regimen?” He smirked, pushing you completely against the washer.

“Kid’s looking swole what can I say?” You giggled.

“You must really want me to take you right here, Kitten.” He shook his head, lips moving centimeters away from yours. You hummed, waiting for him to make contact, but he never did. “Say it. Tell me.” He challenged right hand moving up to your bare stomach, finger pulling at the top of your pants.

“I want you.” You admitted and you could feel him smile against your own lips.

“How bad?” He encouraged, popping the button of your pants open, fingers inching further south.

“So bad.” You assured, moaning when the pad of his finger came in contact with your clit, his mouth muting the sound. You relaxed letting the pleasure seep into your body. Whimpering when one of his fingers pushed into you. Your own fingers were nothing compared to his and it had been too long since you felt them. Bracing yourself against his chest when he added another, thrusting them in and out.

“Fuck, Kel. Someone could walk in.” You reminded him trying to keep a clear head, that was very quickly fading.

“Let them. They can watch and see how wet and desperate I make you while fingering your little pussy. Then they can imagine what I do to you with my cock.” He whispered into your ear, causing your knees to buckle below you.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out when his thumb began to flick against your clit synchronizing with his thrusts, his dirty talk was always out of this world. You felt your legs begin to shake, head falling into your boyfriend’s chest, sharp breaths coming out just as the knot unraveled in your stomach. Kelly’s free hand wrapping around your waist to steady you. He waited for you to gain control of your balance again before removing his hands away from you.

“This is far from over.” Kelly kissed your sweaty forehead before retreating leaving you a disheveled mess. You left him alone for the rest of the night knowing if you went near him you were going to cave and this time you would be sure to be caught.

You had turned a boring shift into an entertaining one and you loved watching him squirm.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t gotten much sleep having run calls almost all night, one after the other, and you were so ready to fall into your big soft bed you had even forgotten about the game you were playing with your boyfriend. Up until you walked into your apartment. Dropping your bag to the floor you kicked off your shoes barely registering Kelly close behind you until he tugged on your wrist, taking you off balance causing you to fall right into him, his hard body insistently igniting a spark within you. His hands gripped your face bringing you in for a heated kiss, one that had you leaning back against the door almost immediately.

“Mmm.” You hummed, starting to feel your body summon a second wind.

“Are you too tired? Cause we can do this later.” Kelly pulled away to ask you sincerely, palm cupping your face.

“You seem to have woken me back up.” You chuckled arms circling around his neck to pull him back down to you, tongue joining his, gripping the bottom of his shirt you broke the kiss to tug it over his head.

“Don’t worry you have me so fucking horny this isn’t gonna take long.” He laughed unbuttoning your jeans as he licked across your jaw.

“I don’t know if Matt’s gonna want to see our clothes all over the floor.” You joked, stepping out of your jeans as he pushed them down.

“I asked him to give me an hour or two.” Kelly shrugged a cocky tone in his voice causing you to roll your eyes.

“It’s his apartment too.” You pointed out, shedding yourself of your shirt and bra, as Kelly tossed his jeans to the side.

“He can come home if he wants to, he just may regret it. Which is exactly what I told him.” Kelly replied, taking two steps towards you to throw you over his shoulder.

“Kelly!” You giggled unexpectedly.

“Shh we’re on a time limit.” He smacked your ass and you could hear the smile in his voice as he walked you towards your bedroom. Dropping you at the edge of the bed quickly covering the length of your body with his capturing your breasts in his hands, mouthing at your right nipple. Before his hands moved to explore all the parts of your body. The small pleasure sending goosebumps down your body. “You’ve been teasing daddy at work all shift. What if Herrmann or Stella would’ve seen you wiggling this perfect little ass against my crotch?” Kneading it into his palms. “Would you have liked that? Showing everyone how worked up you can get me? How hard you make me just by looking at you?” Kelly growled nibbling down your neck.

“Stella maybe.” You mumbled, causing him to chuckle.

“Jealous?” He inquired.

“Possessive.” You responded, squeezing his crotch for emphasis.

“She’s got nothing on you baby girl.” He promised, picking you up enough to lay you down. higher on your bed. “You have me so pent up you know that?” He rolled his hips down on yours thin fabric covering each of you, so you could clearly feel his full bulge, a soft moan escaping your lips at the action. Kelly smirked above you at the sound.

“You want it so bad don't you? You want daddy to fill you up good huh baby girl?” He taunted fingertips running up and down your thighs. You clenched your jaw trying to keep your hips firm against the bed not wanting to give into him so easily. “Awe come on. You know you love when I talk dirty to you. You tell me all the time, and I bet if I just move my hand a little south it’ll do all the talking for you.” He teased finger snapping the waistband of your underwear“Just tell me how bad you want this cock sweetheart. How you are soaking through your panties right now just thinking about it.” He continued hand very steadily moving closer to what you knew was going to be a pool of liquid between your legs. “And I will rock your world.” He promised biting hard at your collarbone just as his fingers met your clothed center, accompanied by a loud moan involuntarily filling the room. “Would you look at that?” He brought his glistening fingers up in front of your face, but you remained quiet chewing on your lips. “Oh so that’s how we’re gonna be today?” He raised an eyebrow before backing away from you, “you can get yourself ready then, or you’re not getting any.” He commanded.

“No, wait I’m sorry come-“ You started to reach for him but he leaned farther away.

“Your choice.” He smiled widely at you.

“Whatever, fine.” You pouted, you could certainly make this as torturous for him as it was for you. Slowly sliding your panties down your legs. “Oh hey you weren’t kidding, they are soaked.” You laughed, jokingly before throwing them at Kelly’s face. Spreading your legs wide for him to see fingers grasping your nipples first rolling them between your thumb and forefingers. Hips rolling at the feeling that warmed your body. Bringing your hand up to your mouth you made a show of your lips sucking two of your fingers, tongue circling around them humming a small moan that could still be clearly heard in the room. Hand trailing leisurely down your body. You could hear Kelly’s breath hitching as your hand connected with your center purposely moaning loudly enough to fill the apartment putting pressure against your clit. Finger teasingly sliding across your own entrance before circling it again. You could feel the juices starting to drip down your legs, getting impossibly wetter at Kelly’s dark eyes watching your every move. “Oh god.” You groaned, pushing in a single finger thrusting your finger up towards your stomach. Giving more attention to your clit before adding a second finger. “Yes, fuck yes.” You breathed hips pushing down towards your palm when you curled your fingers towards your g-spot already wishing it was Kelly’s dick.

“That’s it baby, play with your wet little pussy so daddy can watch. Such a pretty cunt.” Kelly praised. You hadn’t even realized your eyes had closed shut until you had opened them met with the sight of Kelly’s hand lazily stroking his fully hard shaft.

“Daddy..please.” You begged.

“What do you want sweetheart? Tell me.” He ordered eyes locked with yours.

“You to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk for days.” You whined hips still desperately moving with your hand. Kelly appeared back on top of you in seconds.

“Daddy’s ready to take such a long sexually frustrating day out on your perfect little cunt.” He teased nipping your earlobe as he lightly rubbed the tip of his dick between your folds. Slowly pushing his hips forward, your pussy immediately taking him in. “God baby you’re so fucking tight. How can you be this fucking wet and still so tight?” He growled, breaths coming out heavier as he continued to move forward waiting for you to loosen up for him. Focusing on the smell of him so close to you, the quiet little growls, the warmth of his body right against you had you relaxing quickly the pain of the intrusion subsiding within seconds.

“Move Kelly.” You encouraged him, digging the heels of your feet into the bottom of his back trying to pull him even deeper.

“Ah ah ah,” Kelly grabbed ahold of your hands pinning them above your head, “you’re here for daddy’s pleasure right now kitten.” He reminded you with a slow roll of his hips causing you to whimper. His hips moving in slow deliberate circles before thrusting hard all the way in you.

“Fuck!” You screamed, head falling back into the pillows. Your legs falling wider apart when he started moving in a steady rhythm. Quickly finding your soft spot, knowing your body inside and out. “There.” You informed him in a mumble, starting to lose the ability to think, worse with each thrust. He had your arms pinned above your head, hips pounding against yours as hard as possible. Moans and slapping of skin echoing in the room. It was crazy how quickly he could get you where you needed to be. Knew exactly the angle his cock had to enter and exactly the right speed, but he definitely knew what he was doing. Slowly his thrusts as soon as he knew the knot began to build in your lower stomach. Bringing you to the edge numerous times.

“Kelly, I'm getting close.” You warned, whining even louder when his thrusts came to a stop. “Kelly fuck baby come on stop doing that.” You begged, legs beginning to shake at the continuous edging feeling the knot disappear from the pit stomach again and you wanted to cry.

“As soon as you learned to call me by the correct name you can finish.” He teased. Your brain was too clouded to form a decent sentence let alone control what was actually coming out of your mouth.

“God daddy I’m sorry I can’t help it. I can’t even think straight right now.” Your body was wiggling uncontrollably trying to get the friction moving again, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

“You can and you will baby.” He ordered, slowly beginning to move again.

“Daddy please just let me cum. Please. Wanna cum around your cock so bad.” You begged, likely incoherently, but he must’ve felt bad as he moved his thumb down into to contact with your clit flicking against it in time with his thrusts.

“Ahhh holy shit yes! Daddy oh my god!” You yelled limbs locking when the pleasure exploded throughout your body. Shaking slightly, sounds flowing freely from your mouth, hands entwining with Kelly’s single hand above you. Stars were still clouding your vision when you tried to open your eyes, Kelly curling himself even closer against you, his head stuffed into your neck, groans continuously accompanying each of his breaths.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m so close baby girl. So fucking close. Keep clenching that pussy for daddy. Just like that.” He coached, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“I can feel you twitching babe. I can feel how close you are daddy. You gotta pull out unless you want it in me.” You warned knowing within three strokes he was gonna fill you otherwise trying to push away the multiple voices in your head that admitted you would love nothing more.

“That’s exactly what I want princess, daddy’s gonna flood this tight perfect little pussy with his hot thick cum.” He grunted out and sure enough three strokes later you felt his cock swell, muscles tensing below your hands before spurting numerous amounts of cum against your walls, the warmth lighting your body on fire even more, Kelly collapsed onto your body, during the short fast thrusts he used to work himself through. Loud groans falling from his lips. Sweat covered your bodies sticking between the two of you.

Finally catching his breath a few minutes later he slowly pulled out of you, mind clicking and coming back to reality, eyes widening when he saw the cum running out of you, “Oh my god. Oh fuck baby I’m so sorry. Shit!” He panicked, eyes flicking from the mound between your legs to your face causing you to giggle.

“It’s fine, Kel.” You reassured him reaching for tissues to attempt any clean up.

“I should’ve asked. I let myself get way too carried away. I'm so sorry.” He ran a hand down his face.

“Would you be okay with having a baby with me?” You asked him sincerely.

“Well...yeah of course. I love you.” He nodded his head.

“Then it’s fine. We’re both adults. We know the risks of sex. If we really wanted to avoid it I would suggest more than just the pull out method. Plus if I was really worried I could’ve stopped you.” You shrugged. “Not saying I want to actively try but it certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.” You admitted, having kept your feelings on this exact subject at bay for a while.

“You want to have a baby with me?” He asked, shocked.

“Eventually.” You answered and he smiled.

“Could you imagine telling everyone you’re pregnant and we’ve actually been back together for months.” He laughed at the thought.

“Well thanks to your lack of self-control that might be a reality.” You joked, giving him a pointed look.

“On the brightside you’d get to call me daddy more.” He said winking as he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

“Nobody would ever believe the things you say to me in bed.” You thought out loud.

“Gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets.” He shrugged, winking.

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ryangosking · 3 years

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Deserve

Summary: You broach a tricky subject with Bucky. Recovering / soft Bucky x female reader. Angst / fluff / smut.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Unprotected sex. Language.

A.N: I kept meaning to write for Steve but this happened. I usually write for Boyd Holbrook characters on my sideblog - Masterlist.

I didn’t tag anybody but let me know if you’d like to be, possibly a part 2 or a prequel to this. I’d like to thank @ionlyjoinedforboydholbrook for her constructive feedback! It’s my first time writing for Bucky so please be kind!

Your heart skips a beat when you see Bucky waiting outside your office building, holding a bunch of flowers no less. He's awkwardly leaning against a wall, eyes darting around searching for you.

"You shouldn't have." You smile as you approach him.

"I was just passing." He murmurs, cheeks flushing as you kiss him.

"Passing a flower stall too?" You ask, accepting the blooms.

"Yeah, I guess so." He smiles.

"Mr Barnes, sorry to bother you." A voice pipes up. You turn and vaguely recognise the guy, you've seen him in the office building. What does he want with Bucky though?

Bucky eyes him warily. "Do I know you?"

"Oh no, I'm uh....I'm a big fan." the guy stammers, starting to sweat.

"So you're a fan of my work as the Winter Soldier or...”

"No no, I mean since then. Saving the world and everything."

"Sure, thanks." Bucky sighs.

You kind of feel for the guy, Bucky wasn't exactly known for accepting compliments, you know that better than anyone.

"Hey, can I get a selfie?" the guy asks, pulling out his phone.

"He's off duty, sorry." You say diplomatically, taking Bucky’s arm. "Let's get going."

"I'll never get used to that, " Bucky mumbles, as you steer him away from his fan. "I spent so much effort trying to hide and now..." He trails off.

"You saved the world, that's what people know you for now." You say, determined to put a positive spin on things.

"It wasn't just me." He says, as you cross the street. He moves his arm and grabs your hand instead, squeezing lightly. He's wearing gloves as is usual in public, concealing his gleaming hand in black leather.

You fall into a companionable silence as you head in the direction of your apartment. You can't help noticing that you're taking the route that happens to pass Bucky's favourite diner - where you first met in fact, a little over four months ago.

"Feel like coffee and pie?" He asks casually.

You grin at his predictability. "Sure."

Your flowers sit on the table in a kindly donated water jug as you and Bucky tuck into pie and ice cream, apple and cherry respectively.

"This...is...the...best...pie." Bucky says between mouthfuls.

"I knew you were going to say that." You tease.

He smiles, his eyes twinkling and crinkling at the corners. Oh, he seems so happy and relaxed, you impulsively decide to broach a tricky subject, figuring now to be a good a time as any.

"So, you know my sister's getting married in a couple of weeks." You begin, glancing at him as you toy with your food.

Bucky's eyes flicker and he fills his mouth with pie. "Hm-hmm." He mumbles.

You take a deep breath. "Well, I was wondering if you'd consider coming with me, as my plus one?"

He pales a little and offers a tentative smile. "I don't know sweetheart."

"Clare wants to meet you, that's all. You don't even have to stay for the full day, just to say hello."

"Sounds more like a family thing." Bucky says tightly, shifting in his seat.

"Well yeah," you swallow, feeling yourself flush. "But you are my....I mean..."

He sighs. "I don't think it's a good idea, you saw what happened outside your office. Imagine that times a hundred."

"Everyone will be focused on the wedding, my family won't bug you, I promise. They aren’t like that.”

Bucky scoffs. “You might be surprised how brave people get after a couple glasses of champagne.”

You sigh impatiently, feeling something inside you break. "What are we doing here Bucky?"

"I thought we were eating pie." He half-smiles.

"You know what I mean. Us." You hated to push him like this, you really did, and you already knew that he wouldn’t react favourably to it, but your developing relationship had seemed to come to a standstill lately.

"We agreed to take things slowly, didn’t we? One day at a time." He says quietly, reaching for your hand.

"But that was four months ago, I thought that we might have progressed beyond that by now. It's like one step forward two steps back with you." You say, your voice cracking with emotion.

"You're not my shrink, ok?" He snaps suddenly.

You slide your hand away from his and reach for your bag, tears forming in your eyes.

"I'm going home." You say softly..

"Don't go, please. I'm sorry." He says, looking up at you, a note of quiet desperation in his voice.

"Enjoy your pie." You sniff, not looking at him. You’re halfway home before you realise that you've left the flowers on the table.

X - X - X

By the time you get home you're angry with yourself more than anything else, cursing the fact that you even mentioned the wedding. You had agreed to take things slowly, but the truth is that you’re falling for Bucky and you want him to be a bigger part of your life. The wedding seemed like the ideal opportunity to introduce him to your friends and family, but on reflection, you realise how overwhelming it might be.

Half an hour later when there's a knock at the door, you know that it's Bucky. He's carrying the flowers, still in the water jug.

"The waitress said we could have this, I think she just felt sorry for me." He chuckles dryly, following you into the living room.

You can’t help but smile at the image of him walking down the street with the flowers.

"I'm sorry." You murmur, setting the flowers on your coffee table.

"Why are you sorry? I was a jerk back there." Bucky frowns.

"I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

"You weren't pushing." He sighs.

"I spooked you.” You say softly, looking up at him.

"Yeah." He smiles. "A little. Look, I’m still trying to figure this out."

"I know. Me too. I've never been in a relationship like this."

"I should hope not." He says wryly.

You chuckle, fighting the urge to just throw youself into his arms.

"I like you, so much." Bucky murmurs, his eyes searching yours as he strokes your face. "But I can't help thinking that you'd be better off with someone else."

Your stomach drops. "No, Bucky-”

"I mean like someone who doesn't get spooked when you want to do regular relationship stuff, it's not fair on you." He says, brow furrowed.

"Look, forget the wedding, I'll ask one of my friends to come."

"It's not just the wedding though is it?" He sighs.

“I don’t want anybody else.” You state firmly, placing your hand on his chest - you can feel his ever present dog tags through the thin material of his sweater.

"You've been so patient with me, it's more than I deserve."

"This is what you deserve." You say, and kiss him gently on the cheek. "And this." then corner of his mouth. "And this." finally the hollow of his throat.

He lets out a soft groan and grips the nape of your neck, kissing you deeply, opening your mouth with his tongue. He tastes of cherry and vanilla, his lips soft but insistent.

"I want you." He breathes. "I want you."

Without a word, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Bucky was so gentle and hesitant when you first started sleeping together, terrified of hurting you with his strength and self-conscious of his arm. You managed to convince him that you could take - even sometimes desired - a little roughness. He loved to take his time undressing you, kissing and touching your soft flesh as he went. And when you reciprocated, he'd been touch starved for so long that the feeling of your hands and lips on him was almost enough.

Tonight he didn't deviate, pulling off your clothes and kissing you everywhere as you laid on the bed. He hovers over you, still half dressed, and you stroke his hair, fingers entwined in the short strands as his lips travel down your body, making you squirm. Finally he kneels between your legs and tugs at your panties, eyes dark with lust.

"James." You sigh, touching yourself, wetness coating your fingertips.

"You're so beautiful." He says gruffly, eyes focused on you as he removes his jeans. You'd seen him naked a number of times now but you never failed to be impressed by his magnificence, even his cock, now hard and leaking at the tip, is a thing of beauty.

You hold your hand out for him to return to the bed but his hands reach for your waist, indicating for you to turn over; you comply and he moves behind you, lifting your hips and pushing into you in one swift movement. You cry out as he fills and stretches your pussy, digging your fingers into the mattress as you back up against him.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" He growls.

"Yes, please...don't stop." You mewl, as he buries his cock to the hilt.

Bucky’s flesh hand is between your legs, fingering your aching clit, while his metal one still grips your hip. You place your hand over his, interlacing your fingers with his vibranium digits.

The rhythmic clink of Bucky's dog tags and the sound of your soft cries fill the air, he continues to work your clit in tight circles as he moves inside you, leaning down to pepper kisses on your shoulder - it isn't long before you feel the familiar tightness building at your core.

"Oh, Bucky, I'm going to-" you trail off as he drives into you harder, making you come apart and you moan loudly as your orgasm rolls through you in hot waves.

Compared to you, Bucky's almost silent, quietly panting and groaning, his hold on you tightening as you feel him throbbing into you.

Afterwards he spoons you, his bionic arm around your waist like a vice, kissing your hair.

"Look, about the wedding-" He starts.

"We don't have to talk about it now." You yawn. “Let’s leave it until tomorrow. One day at a time.”

“One day at a time.” Bucky repeats, softly.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #recovering bucky

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ladykissingfish · 3 years

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so one of you requested this in my inbox, and you used your actual name. you put some personal stuff in your ask that I wasn’t sure you’d want to be made public, so I’m not going to put your name here. but here’s what you asked; I hope this is what you meant 😊

The Akatsuki’s Reaction to A Break-Up

Itachi

Unfortunately, Itachi’s self-esteem is already so low that a break-up for him is something that he prepared himself for more than the relationship itself. He’s the type to vocalize his desire to stay friends with his ex, even if that person doesn’t want the same thing. The first few days after the breakup will be the most difficult for him, but his behavior will be so subtle that the others will barely notice. The most striking and tell-tale sign that he’s going through it will be that this infamous insomniac will actually start sleeping more, even going so far as to take naps during the day. Itachi isn’t the type to seek out the comfort of friends when something like this is bothering him, instead choosing to keep his pain to himself and only briefly talking about it when asked. He’ll eventually pull himself out of his funk and go back to normal, although the scar on his heart prevents him from seeking out another relationship for a long, long time.

Zetsu

Doesn’t take relationships seriously to begin with; if anything, he’s with the other person simply to alleviate boredom/have a good time. When the other person breaks up with him, there aren’t any hard feelings involved on his part, and he bounces back almost as if nothing had happened at all. He’s always been the type to treat his lovers more like friends, and that dynamic will likely continue even after the romantic part has died.

Hidan

Is most likely to be the one to initiate a break-up rather than be broken up with himself. Hidan’s religion doesn’t offer much (if any) room for love and attachment to anything other than Lord Jashin, and being with someone will weigh heavily on Hidan’s mind until he decides to end things. Part of this is actually a sort kindness; he recognizes that to an outsider, his religion can be viewed as disturbing and macabre, and he doesn’t want to drag somebody else into his hectic (and violent) lifestyle. But despite the romantic relationship being over, Hidan isn’t above contacting the other person every now and then for a casual, no strings attached encounter.

Kakuzu

Another one who will be more likely to initiate the break-up then the alternative. There will never be a time in the old guy’s life where money isn’t the bottom line for him, and being with someone else is no exception to that rule. Dates, gifts, time spent with the other that takes away time that could be used to hunt bounties … all of that is costing him. He’ll be as kind as possible to the other person when breaking up with them, but the message is pretty clear. He’ll likely feel mild pangs of regret for several days after the end of the relationship, but in the end he’ll shake it off and carry on with business as usual.

Obito

Oh, God. Obito is someone who feels things very deeply, and being in love with someone is a head rush for him. Obito would never leave someone, no matter how they treated him. Others will recognize this in him and some will take advantage of his sweet and giving nature. When he’s broken up with, he’s absolutely devastated. He won’t leave the house/his room for days, he’ll stop bathing, he’ll barely eat and the things he does eat is mostly junk food or candy … it takes several members of the Akatsuki to rally around him to pull him out of his depression. Konan will be there to comfort and nurture him, Deidara will be there to offer a kind of “suck it up”/tough love approach, and Itachi will offer him empathy (the Uchiha clan is revered for many things, one of the highest among them being their capacity to feel and experience love, so Itachi will be the only one who knows EXACTLY how Obito feels). It’ll take a few weeks, but eventually Obito will go back to the way he always was, much to everyone’s relief.

Kisame

One will always know when Kisame has been broken up with, when he announces he’s going on a trip. He’ll pack a suitcase and take off for an indefinite amount of time. He does this because he needs to clear his head after his heartbreak, and he never wants to burden the others with his pain or his emotions. While he’s gone he won’t really keep in contact with anyone except Itachi, who will call him every day to check up on him. He uses his time alone to sleep, to cry, and, once the initial hurt fades, to wear himself out. Hiking, skiing, mountain climbing, jogging … anything that gets him sweating and his adrenaline pumping is something that he seeks out, in order to distract his mind. He’ll eventually return home renewed and ready to go on, and the others are always happy to see him back.

Nagato

Is a bit like Itachi in that he expects a breakup from the very start, and is so prepared for it that he doesn’t quite feel the impact as strongly as he could. Life is pain, as he likes to tell people, and losing a love is a part of that pain. Doesn’t change his habits any and nobody would even know he’s suffering in any way … except for Konan, who knows him better than anybody. She’ll sit with him and get him to open up about what and how he feels. Konan has always been the only living person in the world that Nagato had cried in front of, and there’s no exception to this rule now. He’ll cry, Konan will hold him, and after awhile the two will spend time watching movies or tv, and slowly easing Nagato into a better headspace.

Konan

Konan is an eraser. When she’s broken up with, or she ends a relationship herself, she wants to forget any sign that the person ever existed. That means throwing out love letters or drawings, that means deleting the person’s contact information from all of her devises. It means getting rid of pictures, it means no more watching shows that she watched with the other person, or going to places they once went to. Her only goal is to stave off hurt by pretending that the other person never existed … although this doesn’t last for very long. After she’s calmed down a bit, she can reach out to the other person and get whatever closure she needs, in order to move on. Konan is also a comfort eater when she’s sad, and will break her diet to indulge in any and every decadent treat imaginable. And she won’t be alone; every single other member of the house will be with her at some point, whether to comfort, or cry, or eat, or trash-talk her now-ex.

Deidara

Deidara is the guy who initially can’t accept a breakup. He assumes the other person is just mad at him for something he’s done, and that their break-up really isn’t an ending at all, but a “short break”. Will send the other person countless messages, flowers, teddy bears, and candy, to try and get back in their good graces. When it finally sinks in that it’s permanent, he’s quite upset about it. He goes over and over in his head all the things that he felt he did wrong, or ways that he just wasn’t good enough. Will call his ex and ask for reasons as to why their relationship didn’t work out, and keep those things in his head, to improve on for his next relationship. Is also the type to make drastic changes to his appearance after a breakup, like dying or cutting his hair, or making changes to his wardrobe. Has to be talked out of his more impetuous urges, like getting a tattoo, by Sasori or Konan.

Sasori

Sasori will be the one broken up with. Not because he treated his partner in anyway bad. In fact, it would be quite the opposite; Sasori would have been uncharacteristically kind, loving and attentive. Always asking his partner how they feel, inquiring about their day, etc. But after awhile, Sasori’s partner will have begun to notice certain … things. Like Sasori constantly touching their face and commenting on his smooth their skin is. Being really pushy when it comes to healthy eating because “it makes your body last longer”. And there will have been quite a few times when Sasori’s partner will wake up in the middle of the night and find Sasori sitting in a chair by the bed, staring intently at them in the dark. The person will eventually decide to leave Sasori, because they start to get the ((sadly correct)) suspicion that Sasori had been making plans to turn them into one of his puppets. Sasori will take the breakup with dignity, but silently lament the fact that more people don’t understand his way of thinking. After all, if you care for someone, why wouldn’t you want that person to last forever?

#the akatsuki #break up #deidara #sasori #hidan #kakuzu #zetsu #obito uchiha #itachi uchiha #kisame #konan #nagato #headcanons

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luv-leni · 3 years

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Vampire!Cravity with a human s/o

Authors Note: Hey guys so listen the inspiration for this one hit me like a semi-truck. Which means this one is long(especially minhee’s) I mean like 2k words long. I’m very sorry 😭 please let me know if having this all be one reaction kills your eyes and I’ll edit it and split it into two separate posts.

Warnings: blood, dark themes, suggestive in minhee’s part if u squint, violence, death, and overall angst. There is fluff in here too I promise. This is all fiction!

Enjoy!!

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Serim

A gentleman but a gentleman in a high position

He probably works for a big company

He wasn’t turned too long ago so his age isn’t a problem

He has literally no clue what he’s gonna do when his age does become a problem

Anyway this businessman is very friendly

He is charming and acts like he’s got nothing to hide

U meet him outside of his workplace maybe in a coffee shop

He’s dressed to the nines and super cute so u can’t help but stare at him

Of course he notices so he offers to pay for your drink

Correction he insists on paying for ur drink

This sparks a conversation, mainly about why he’s out in public in a three-piece suit

He talks about his work and meetings and stuff u aren’t really interested in

Before u can completely lose interest tho, his eyes capture ur attention

They almost look like they’re glowing

U interrupt him to ask about his eyes and he shifts uncomfortably and brushes it off

U being perceptive notice that maybe this well put together businessman isn’t all that he seems

He on the other hand thinks u are amazing for a human and he is attracted to u very quickly

look at you heart-stealer 😉

U two start dating for completely different reasons, u want to see the skeletons in his closet and he is falling helplessly in love with u

While snooping through his personality and life u find urself starting to fall for him too

Soon his secret won’t even matter to u

Serim is very good at keeping his secret so u aren’t going to find out unless he wants u to

So whether u find out about it or not is up to him

But he is a great boyfriend so u can’t complain

Allen

Ancient vamp

Allen would be the vampire who’s been around for like 400 years

When u meet he’s reluctant to be friendly with u

He’s old enough to have seen all the people he loves leave him

So he doesn’t want to get hurt :(

It would take some persistence from u but he’d eventually warm up to you

You’d fall in love with him and all his cool vampire features

His cold skin and glowing eyes

And he falls for u hard

He’s soft to u through the whole relationship because he doesn’t want u to think he’s dangerous

Even though out of all the boys Allen might be one of the more dangerous vampires

One thing is for sure he will protect u fiercely from anyone or anything

Jungmo

Jungmo lives as if he was still human

He’s been alive(well as alive as a vampire can get) for long enough to know what he’s doing but not long enough to lose his innocence

He still loves human activities

He exercises even though he doesn't need it and eats the foods he loves even though he doesn't need to eat

He goes to the park and plays with dogs

He meets u while playing fetch with a German shepherd

U just think he’s a normal guy who is very active

When u find out he’s a vampire u don’t really believe him

And then u see his fangs

He suddenly becomes much more intimidating

He does his best to reassure u he’s still the same guy u fell in love with he just drinks blood sometimes

now u get why he volunteers at the blood bank so much

Woobin

Sweet boy

Ruby blends into society very well as a vampire

He hangs out at coffee shops and bookstores he probably even works at one

U meet him there and he is an amazing gentleman

He doesn’t want u to know he’s a vampire because u are so cute and sweet and doesn’t want to scare u

he also doesn't want to confront the fact that he is going to live forever and u won't :(

But then u find bags of blood in his freezer

When u confront him about it he is so gentle and sweet that u really aren’t that freaked out

And he shows u his cool vamp powers and promises to never hurt u

A better love story than twilight

Wonjin

Flirt flirt flirt

He thinks if he’s gonna live forever he is gonna make it worth it

So he flirts with anybody and everybody

But when he meets u

He notices that u make him feel different than everybody else

Ur different, special

U make his undead heart race and he becomes addicted to u

He still flirts with u but he does it differently

He means everything he says about u

When u agree to date him he feels alive for the first time in a while

When u find out he’s a vamp the world gets 10x more exciting

U get a boyfriend who’s basically invincible and has cool powers

Jinnie is so relieved that u aren’t scared he wraps u in a big hug and picks u up with his vampire strength

A super exciting relationship with a very exciting boy

Minhee

Ooh mysterious~

Minhee is barely noticeable in everyday life

He rarely goes out during the day and works somewhere private so he doesn’t have to meet many people

When he does go out he blends into the shadows and is so sneaky that he could get away with almost anything if he wanted to

It’s lonely but he prefers it that way

He wouldn’t talk to u unless he absolutely had to

So maybe he works in a private office and u get hired as his assistant

He doesn’t want an assistant but being a big strong vampire doesn’t mean he can do everything by himself

Ur first day u notice how closed off and dark he is

But u are determined to be his friend

As time goes on minhee becomes intrigued by how determined u are (bonus points if ur good at being his assistant)

All the tension that has been building between u two comes to a head when u confront him in his office and ask him why he’s so cold to everyone

He gets this intimidating look in his eyes and says “people aren’t worth my time anymore” or something dramatic like that

You get upset because like?? Ur obviously worth his time 🙄

So to prove it u kiss him

He’s surprised but he wants it as much as u do so he doesn’t push u away

He thinks that maybe just maybe ur the one human he can let his guard down for

Then u guys make out on his desk

Hyeongjun

I think being a vampire would dull hyeongjun a bit

He used to be this cheerful happy boy but living forever can really take a toll

So he’s a little shyer and a little quieter as he moves through daily life

He never stays in one place too long because he doesn’t want anyone to suspect him

So he doesn’t have friends or partners for very long

Then he meets u

Ur kind and friendly and u remind him of who he used to be

So he immediately becomes ur friend

Something about u is different compared to the people he usually meets it’s like he’s drawn to u

Hyeongjun comes to trust u very quickly and ends up telling u his secret himself

U don’t believe him because vampires?? real?? uh huh sure.

Hyeongjun still has the same personality deep inside so he has to show off to u so he picks up ur couch with one hand to prove he’s telling the truth

Ur rightfully shocked and he is visibly nervous

He wants u to accept him so u think over all the good memories you’ve had with him while he stares at u with wide eyes

U love him so eventually u decide to accept him and keep his secret and he couldn’t be more grateful

U accepting him definitely bring out more of his cheerful personality

U two probably move away from the city into the countryside where no one can find u

It’s peaceful and beautiful and u get to spend the rest of ur life with the one u love

Taeyoung

That last one was so sad let’s move on to the cheerful stuff

Tae is a helpful boy!

He’s gonna live forever so he’s like ‘might as well make the world a better place since I’m gonna be here forever'

He volunteers literally everywhere

He does community service and works at nursing homes

The type to go around and pay for people’s parking meters in his free time

Like jungmo he volunteers at blood banks to get his blood because he doesn’t want to hurt anybody

He does all of this under fake names that he changes every once in a while so that way no one questions why somebody who should be like 90 looks 18

He meets u while helping out at an animal shelter

U come in looking for an animal to adopt

(If u don’t like animals then u come in looking for work)

Tae helps u out with the cutest smile on his face

He’s so cute that u ask him for his number

He agrees and everything goes smoothly for u two for a while

Once ur further in the relationship tho, tae’s secret starts to eat at him

He loves u and thinks u deserve to know the truth and he hates hiding things from u

So, like hyeongjun, he tells u his secret

He does it sweetly and holds ur hand so u don’t freak out

Accept this boy and his secret and he will treat u like a queen

He doesn’t like using his vampire powers but if it makes u happy then he will

He will keep u happy for the rest of ur life if u let him

Seongmin

My babysitters a vampire incarnate

He’s a baby vampire who got turned while in high school

He can’t really control himself so he stays away from people as best he can

U see him while in class and in the hallways and u think the poor boy is just shy

He doesn’t sit with anybody during class and eats lunch alone

U find him one day outside the school eating lunch and ask to sit with him

He hesitantly agrees and u notice how cute he is

U talk to him for a while and he isn’t very responsive or talkative so u ask him why he sits alone so much

Ur expecting usual answers like maybe he doesn’t have any friends maybe people make him nervous but no

He says that he has a secret 👀

Now ur interested so u ask him what it is

He says he's a vampire and ur like damn the cute boy is crazy this sucks :((

But then he offers to prove it so u say sure and he

Has fangs???

Those must be fake right??

U lean forward and touch them and prick ur finger on one

Nope they’re real and now ur bleeding 😃

Seongmin’s eyes go wide and he scoots away from u while u search ur bag for a bandaid

When the awkwardness subsides and seongmin stops looking at u like ur dinner, u start talking about this very unique situation

He tells u that he’s literally been starving since he was first turned and needs blood badly

And u just so happen to volunteer at a hospital

So u offer to get him blood if he promises to not eat u..he agrees obviously

And that marks the start of ur very strange high school relationship

Despite how strange he can be he truly loves u and takes care of u throughout school

U two are now inseparable

#fanfic #cravity #cravity angst #cravity fluff #cravity imagines #cravity reactions

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remsmoonlight · 3 years

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— title : brownies n’ breaks

— word count : 2.2 k words

— pairing : daryl dixon x reader

— summary : cooking is your love language and it’s time that you are able to finally make something for Daryl, protected from the high walls that alexandria boasts of are you finally able to bring that vision to life

— warnings : absolutely nothing, except sickly sweet fluff

oooo another daryl request if you’re willing!!! maybe once they get to alexandria reader makes daryl some homemade brownies or some shit because she knows he’s never had much homemade food if any just some domestic cute shit??🥺🥺♥️

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　requested 　/ requests are open *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Sweetness flows throughout the air of your new home, sliding into every corner it can find to fill and warm. The smell of domesticy is something you thought perished long ago when the world died, but here you stand.. with a fresh batch of brownies in the oven baking as if life rebooted and got set back to factory settings. You move from the oven, small steps to the door to be able to survey the kitchen area once more, blinking as if to erase it from your vision, to be greeted with the punishing sun and the dirt filled roads lined with ghosts.

A cozy yellow glow is snug in the pit of your stomach as you think about who the sweet bake belongs to, Daryl has been nothing less than golden. From Atlanta, all the way to Alexandria.. he has always been one to step up without even thinking. You’d shared many secluded moments together, talking about your pasts and while he has never explicitly said anything, you have created a picture in your head about what he has gone through. The love not shared healthily to someone who will always put his family first. Even prior to the downfall of society, you loved to cook for everyone you knew.

You settle yourself with a book on the window ledge close to the kitchen, awaiting the arrival of Daryl, a giddiness that could be likened to a snowfall of glitter falling gracefully within you.

“ you know, when we finally find a new home. I will make you the best brownies you’ve ever had! “

“ if y’don’t burn ‘em first. “ he replied, the corner of his eyes crinkle so delicately as he chuckles lowly.

“ don’t be so fucking mean! here I am trying to do something nice.. it won’t kill you! “ you argue humorously, your fist balling up to punch his arm with little force.

Laughter and carelessness had been a rarity after surviving Terminus, your focus on trying to find safety.. no matter how much of a dream it may be. The journey to coming to terms with the fading faces and memories of the prison has been a painful one, comfort was not something that could easily be found, yet you found it in the least conventionally affectionate person you knew.

“ if anythin’s gonna kill me, it ain’t gonna be your cooking. “

“ actually, I cook very well. it will be a good day when I finally get to show you. “

An airy smile brightens your features, the burdenless weight unable to keep your lips stuck together. Many memories you have with him are of the fond kind, of course, the course of your bond with him runs deep but never has it been a calm sea. There have been moments where you wonder if it’s one sided, if you are inventing a picture that you wish to bleed through to reality, then you are proven wrong and he does things that you know in your heart are true. It has taken losing friends, a home, finding new hope to strengthen that bond and while you would prefer to take the easy road, you know that nothing will ever split the two of you into shards of glass that will never be able to be repaired. You’re both strong people, but stronger together.

A figure clad in black and covered in grime makes their way up the flawless road to where you rest, your vision could be awful but you can make out his being anywhere. The book you hold is laid to rest, your feet already carrying yourself to the door to meet him. Days had past since you last saw him and you can now feel the chords of longing pulling as you had missed him.

Your hand encloses the door handle, swinging it open to finally land your gaze on his form, feeling as if it had been years you’d not done so, as opposed to a few days.

“ took you long enough. “

“ yeah, yeah. quit your complainin’. “

You move aside, Daryl taking the cue from you and entering the house that bares no soul at that present moment. Everyone is out with their own agenda or job, leaving you to potter about to your own devices.

Some peace and privacy for even a few hours is something you are thankful for, two things that had been incredibly rare from your journey from Atlanta. Though, the noise that comes with your family reminds you of the moments you couldn’t wait to be rid from as you grew up are ones that you no longer fail to appreciate.

“ did you find anybody out there? “

Daryl shakes his head, you see the trouble that he wears often become even more apparent as it overwhelms his features intensely. Knowing Daryl as well as you do, you know that while he won’t admit it out loud, every time he goes out there with Aaron to find people and finds no one wounds his spirit more and more. While his desire to save everyone is admirable, it’s often a concern to you that it might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back and he’s often met with your comforting energy of it being simply an unsustainable trait.

“ you know you won’t always find people, right? “ you ask him softly, tucking your legs underneath you as you seat yourself on the sofa.

Daryl refuses to sit, it’s a thought that regularly finds itself bouncing around your mind as to why he can’t relax even behind the walls of Alexandria.

“ yea’, still sucks though. “ he wipes his thumb across his nose, an unconscious habit on his part, discussing his thoughts and feelings has never been easy, raised in a home full of toxicity stunted him emotionally, something he still wrestles with when the occasion arises.

“ there’s going to be a day where you’ve gone and saved everyone! there won’t be anyone left for you to bring back! cut yourself some slack. “

Daryl doesn’t respond, knowing there is truth in your words but he has seen so much death already, the world gripped by dark and dim choke hold, a little dusting of life is something that has been lacking since it died. Avoidance of feelings is something Daryl flees to when the conversation gets tough, he can deal with words full of anger and rage, but topics so delicate still feel so alien to him.

“ wha’ y’been up to? “ the male questions you, seemingly interested in what you have been up to, watching you from the otherside of the room.

As if a switch had been flipped, your eyes ignite with excitement and joy as you have finally been able to fulfil your unofficial promise to him.

“ remember when we were talking about my cooking? when you insulted it? “ the sides of your lips gently lift with a soft innocence, you feel the elation slowly warming the entirety of your body at the simpleness of it all.

“ y’ain’t gone and poisoned sumn’ have ‘ya? “ asks Daryl, turning to face you from across the floor where he stood. His tone holds a ‘ blink and you will miss it ‘ humour threaded into his words.

“ I should have! “ laughing at him, you fit your fingers between his and lead him into the kitchen with you.

Touch is still something that sends an uncomfortable shiver to travel the distance down his spine, but with everything you have been through and all the time you have spent together, touch is something he’d never turn from when thinking of you. Your relationship has been a strange, never formal one, but it is perfect for the two of you. Unspoken words full of warmth and fondness are a solidity in each one’s souls, and while you both never shared the extent of what the two of you have with the group, they have their suspicions and theories. But if they know one thing, it’s Daryl’s affection for you runs deep.

“ brownies! “

He peaks into the oven that you have opened, the rich smell of cocoa and heat baking the treats hit him like a brick, a pit forms deep in his stomach. This is different from past meals beforehand. You had gone out of your way for him, of all people. Never could he mentally grip why you have been so kind and benevolent with him but it’s something he treasures deeply. In the beginning he was more abrasive with you more than anyone else, but it used to be his go to defense mechanism with everyone in your family. Softness never being something destined for him was beaten into him for a young age, learning only how to loathe and to only say words in anger. It wasn’t until you came along and took your time with him did he let you in, something you have been grateful ever since.. especially since you have been able to discover the colourful soul that resides within him.

“ y’didn’t have to. “ he replies, his mouth watering at the mere smell of the brownies that are close to being fully baked.

“ Daryl… “ a softness in your response that is only reserved for him is heavy, your eyebrows furrowing in dejection. You know enough of his history to be confident in your placed hurt for him being unable to experience kindness in a positive manner. Your hand trails up his clothed arm and rests on his shoulder lightly, allowing for him to decide whether or not to accept the physical affection. He doesn’t shrug it off, if anything he leans more into your touch. “ you know I’m doing this because I want to, you deserve something nice! “

“ thanks. “

“ and they’re nearly done, so you best take a seat. “

Daryl follows your order with little encouragement, a smirk that he conceals from your view and sits at the lengthy dinner table. He’s having trouble connecting the dots of the dead walking and civilisation ended and the pure normalcy of him sitting at a dinner table about to eat home cooked brownies. Even back when the world was bustling with life and people working their nine to fives were home cooked meals a rarity.

“ so this is what y’spent your day on? “ he asks as he watches you with a spark of fondness in his eyes as you work in the kitchen.

“ cooking is therapeutic. “

“ y’ a weird person. “ Daryl quips, staring at you right in your eyes. His expression gives nothing away, though his eyes speak a thousand words and paint a thousand colours that you understand fully.

It’s lucky you know him so well to understand when he’s being serious and when not.

“ but you like it! “

The squares of the baked treats are uneven and jagged, your features contorting into a confused frown at how they could so well until the end. You blame the knife for the imperfection and flaws of the appearance of what lays before you, however your heart knows it’s your inability to present your dishes artistically.

“ now I apologise they don’t look good but they do taste good! “

“ y’never have to say sorry for anythin’ “ he thoughtless says, his mind to preoccupied with the food laid before him.

A picture painted by his mind long ago had you as the perfect person, it’s comforting to know the flaws you have are nothing short of charming in your own little way. With the lack of elegance associated with him, his fingers dig into the irregular shape of the brownie and shoves half of it into his mouth.

You watch him with your breath holding itself, never have you been a person who has wanted to impress but when it comes to Daryl? You find yourself wanting to do that and more.

“ well? “

He nods with his mouth full, unable to formulate his words. His jokes about your cooking being bad have been nothing more than that, jokes. But even as he’s consuming the small squares he’s surprised at how good they taste, better than he could even imagine.

“ ain’t half bad. “

“ in Daryl speak that means they’re pretty damn great, huh? “ you question him rhetorically, amusement dancing on each word you speak as you gaze steadily on his form.

“ well y’didn’t burn the house down. “

Your mouth opens and eyes widen considerably as your expression twists from being filled to the brim of affection to one of shock, aghast at his jovial words. The laughter tumbles carelessly from your lips as you reach across to swat his arm playfully.

“ you are so rude! “

He joins in with your laughter, a sight so infrequent that you wish you could burn the image into your mind with no chance of being erased by time. It’s moments like these, where you truly feel like the only two people in the world, stolen moments you hold close to your heart. You hope that you will reach a space where you both will be able to freely express your feelings, while the mutual affection is known between the both of you, sometimes you want to use words. So he knows, because it’s something he deserves. To know how much he is loved, without cowering away from the subject.

“ nah I’m just kiddin’. thanks, I mean it. “

#daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x reader #twd imagine #the walking dead imagine #daryl x reader

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megthemewlingquim · 3 years

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WATERMELON SUGAR

Summary: Breathe him in, breathe him out.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: very brief smut, (public) oral sex (female receiving)

A/N: This is Chapter Two of my “Fine Line” series! This one is inspired by Watermelon Sugar, the first song I actually listened to by Harry (as a solo artist). I know he means for the meaning of this song to be open ended but come on, we all know that this song is about doing the dirty.

I hope you like this series! If you do, please reblog and leave feedback. I heavily encourage you to listen to the album (because it’s phenomenal), or listen to each song before you read each chapter. Speaking of chapters, they will be uploaded every Sunday at 12:00 PM EST.

A NOTE: EACH CHAPTER'S PLOT WILL BE A TIME SKIP FROM THE LAST CHAPTER. NO CHAPTER'S PLOT WILL OCCUR DIRECTLY AFTER ANOTHER.

Read Chapter One, "GOLDEN", here!

Find the “Fine Line” masterlist here!

The sun shines, and the waves of the ocean crash onto the rocks and the shores of the beach. The sand is a beautiful white, and people laugh and talk as they lay on it, relishing in each others’ company.

And you are no exception to this. Loki lays beside you, on a pink blanket that you brought. He had mumbled, “I’m not laying on that,” but once he saw you lay down, he sighed, though not with annoyance, and went to join you.

“I’m not used to this heat,” he says. Black sunglasses cover his green eyes, but you can tell he has his eyes on the water in front of you. “I was born on a planet of snow. I am forever cold. But this… this feels quite nice.”

You can hear laughter and cheers from a group of people to your left. They are all dressed in bathing suits and sunglasses, and they lay on towels as well. It seems they are being well-fed as well, as they all snack on fruit — you can see some of them eating watermelon slices. As you glance over to them, you see other people, people who are not in the original group, being offered the fruits as well.

“Want some watermelon, sugar?” you ask, a grin on your face.

“Hm?” Loki asks. “What’s that?”

It takes a second for you to register it. “Wait, you’ve—” you stammer in disbelief, “you’ve never…” You stand up, looking determined. “You’ve never had watermelon? I’m getting you some.”

“Love, you don’t have to —” Loki tries to object.

“Nope, you’ve awakened my curious side. I wanna see how you like it.” You grin down at him again. “Hold on a second.” With that, you start to speed-walk down the sand.

Loki looks at you as you leave. His eyes roam all over you, and they spend a second longer on your ass than anything else. You wear a thin, small pair of bikini bottoms, and your legs are waxed and smooth.

He sighs, contentedly, laying completely on his blanket, letting the sun warm his face and his bare chest. He closes his eyes. He knows he can’t sleep, not in this midday sun, but simply resting is good enough for him now.

A cool drop of something lands on his face a few minutes later, and it startles him a bit. However, he relaxes when he realizes it’s just you standing above him, holding something in your hand.

“Eat up, babe.”

Loki reaches up and swipes the drop of the wet something off his face. Tentatively, he licks it. “Hm,” he muses. “That’s sweet.”

“Try biting it, you’ll love it.” With a little grunt, you sit next to him again, offering him a piece of watermelon. He takes it.

After a bite and some slow chewing, he hums again in approval. “That’s nice. Quite refreshing.”

“Glad you like it,” you say cheerfully. You nod over to the party to your left. “Y’know, those people were awfully friendly. Extremely kind. Very, uh, open and cheerful. They didn’t seem to care about whether or not anyone was a stranger, they let them join anyway. It was just…” You stop, trying to search for the words. “Love all around. There was plenty of food to go around, more than just watermelons — also raspberries and blueberries. They were awfully cuddly, too.”

“Perhaps they’re on something,” Loki says smugly. “Maybe they’re all high.”

“You might think that, but maybe that’s because it’s not… not widely accepted to be cuddly and open in public.” You roll your eyes, though not at him. “Why can’t everyone just treat people with kindness?”

“You’re human. You have your faults. Those people? They might’ve just learned to move past them. We can all learn from them, can’t we?”

“Yeah,” you say. “They might also just be relishing in the fact that we can be close to each other again. Physically, I mean. I don’t know if you were here in 2020, but... uh, there was a —”

“I remember,” Loki smirks, though not at the unfortunate memories of what had happened back then. “Perhaps we can learn from them about that, too… would you like to stay here until dark, my love? We could walk around, do whatever it is you humans do in the ocean, find some supper, just spend the whole day here?”

“What’s that look on your face for?” you chuckle. “Do you have something planned?”

He gasps, faking surprise. “My darling, why would you ever think that? It’s just an innocent day at the beach. Besides, they’re not getting… too intimate.”

“What’s ‘too intimate’ supposed to mean?” you ask, a little something creeping into your head and making you smile.

He smirks but says nothing. Instead, he changes the subject. “Did you meet anybody when you went down to that group of people?”

Playfully, you roll your eyes at him. “Everyone there said hello, but I really didn’t get to talk to anyone besides this one man. He was dressed as if it were spring, not summer — he was wearing a multicolored shirt, a freakin’ vest, and some sort of jeans. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he certainly looked nice. I also liked his nails, they were colored as well.”

You look at the water as you chew your fruit. “You’d look nice with black nails, maybe even green ones.”

He hums in thought. “Maybe…”

The day passes quite slowly, but you don’t mind. It stays hot and the sun stays visible. Clouds are almost nonexistent, which is always a plus when you want to swim.

Loki joins you, and you make great fun of splashing each other. When you go deeper into the water, he finds enjoyment in diving deep, coming up in front of you, holding your face in his hands, and kissing you before going back under. You’re taken aback the first few times, then you get the message and kiss him back with a breathy laugh.

Drowning is of no thought to you. You can swim, but even if you couldn’t, you know Loki would take care of you. He always stays close and you keep your eyes on each other.

When it gets a little later, you get out of the water and dry off. Many people have already left, including the little party you encountered. Only a few people remain, some of them in couples, and they either rest on their towels or walk on the shoreline.

“Could we stay here a little while longer?” Loki asks. “There’s one more thing I’d like to do.”

“Yeah, sure,” you say amiably, though you wonder what ‘one more thing’ might be.

You both wait until everyone else has left. By this time, you’ve put your shirt on, for your bathing suit has dried but it is getting colder. Loki has not put anything more on him. Perhaps he welcomes the cold.

When Loki starts to move, you look at him. He shuffles to you, practically crawling to you. You gasp as he lightly pushes you back onto your towel. Your head lands not on the hardness of sand but on a little pillow that was not there before.

“Loki, Loki, wh-what are you —”

He shushes you, and just that alone makes you shiver with arousal. “If you allow me, I would like to give you something… I’ve been here all day, resisting the urge to take you in front of all of those people. Do you know how difficult that was?”

“N-no,” you answer. “But —” You interrupt yourself with a nervous chuckle. “—knowing you, you probably couldn’t hold it in for long.”

“Hence,” he grins, looking down at you, his eyes lingering on your “quim”. He likes that word. He’s used it before. “Would you mind if I go down on you? I just wanna taste it. Maybe give you an orgasm. Whatever works for you.”

You nod frantically, but then you look around. No one else is on the beach, no one else is present to look at you.

“Do not worry about that,” Loki says when he notices your worried glances. He laces your fingers with his own, holding your hand and running his thumb across your skin in comforting little motions. “No one is here, sweetness, just look at me. Do that, or look up. I know how you are when I do this. Sometimes you’re too self conscious to see me doing this to you with all my enthusiasm. So, if you want, look up. I won’t mind.”

You breathe out shakily, and your breath gets caught in your throat as you see Loki pull your bottoms to the side. Immediately, he begins, latching his tongue and lips to your most intimate parts. He licks and sucks all around, paying special attention to your clit — he knows what you like. Your stomach heaves as you breathe.

“I don’t know if I could ever go without this,” he moans. “You’re so wonderful and... and warm...”

You established long ago that Loki actually takes pleasure from pleasuring you, but it never fails to catch you off guard.

After a particularly hard suck to your clit, you moan, and it is louder than intended.

Loki seems to like it. “Sounds just like a song. Sing for me.”

A laugh then. “Okay, Phantom.” When Loki looks up at you in confusion, you shake your head. “I’ll show you later.”

Soon, it’s not long before you’re squirming in your chair, breathing heavily as Loki holds you down. The coil in your gut is rising, and rising fast. Loki’s drive to please you is incredible, and you can tell he’s determined.

You moan, quite shamelessly, out loud as you reach your end, and it takes quite a long time for you to regain your senses. Loki smiles up at you once he gets his mouth off of your quivering pussy. “Was that good, love?”

You laugh, breathlessly. “Yeah. Yeah, that was good. Thank you.”

You leave without saying much else about it. He takes you home, and kisses you in the doorway as you move to leave. The sun is long gone, and the moonlight fills the air with a white glow.

You turn to close the door behind you.

In a split second decision, you pull him into the house, and he doesn’t resist. He stays the night, in your house and in your bed.

#fine line #loki x reader #loki x reader smut #loki #loki laufeyson #loki smut #loki odinson #harry styles #fanfiction #romance #loki fanfic #loki of asgard #mcu loki #marvel #mcu #angst

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luciferist · 4 years

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– how the obey me brothers apologize after a fight (pt.2)

> asmodeus

flirting’s in his nature, don’t you know?

and asmo doesn’t mean it! he’s been so good ever since you two become exclusive, he swears... :( and, well, he loves you the most, over anybody else... you should know that by now.

and you do, you really do. but you can’t help but be jealous. how could you not, seeing your EXTREMELY attractive boyfriend unconsciously make everyone he meets fall in love with him?

you decided enough was enough when he had received the sixth love letter of the week and skipped out on your after-school study session to respond to the sender personally. when he finally showed at the library, you were fuming.

“asmo, where have you been? i’ve been waiting for half an hour.” “oh, darling, remember the letter i showed you this morning? i know you told me not to go but i just HAD to personally thank my fan. plus, it’s not like i actually accepted their confession, so it’s fine, right?”

asmo dove in to kiss you on the cheek but you covered his lips and dragged him out of the library. “why don’t you just tell all of your ‘fans’ that we’re dating? they’ll stop and you don’t have to keep showing up to reject them.”

asmo looked perplexed. “what do you mean ‘why’? ‘cause their letters are SO cute! i just love getting them. they’re adorable when they come up to me with red little cheeks and run away all shy. and trust me, i have, but i guess i’m just that irresistible?” he said every word with a smile like nothing he said was wrong. you couldn’t believe him. how could he not get it?

you walked away without a word, when asmo soon followed, chirping “what’s wrong?”s like a little bird. you didn’t respond.

giving him the silent treatment all the way home, you slammed the door on him once you got to your room.

asmo didn’t understand at all, beginning to get irritated that you wouldn’t just TELL him. what did he do wrong? he was just telling the truth, it’s not like he said yes to the person :(

satan passed by and asmo grabbed him, explaining the situation and asking for advice

satan, who quite obviously wanted to leave and Not Listen, tossed out some generic advice: “hm. try imagining yourself in their shoes. how would you feel if _ continuously stood you up to hang out with one of us?”

now alone, he tried that very thing. hmm, well... if _ skipped out on a date to go see mammon or belphie... ugh! that’d make me so mad. i mean, what’s the big deal? they’re mine, not my brothers’, and they should let everyone know. everyone should know by now... i...

and asmo finally understood. it wasn’t a problem of you thinking he was cheating because in the end, you knew he was loyal, but it was a matter of everybody else knowing that he wasn’t available to anyone else, anyone but you. he belonged to you and that was that.

now how could he get mad at you for something so romantic?

knocking on your door, he began to whisper

“honey, i gave it some thought... i belong to you only. oh, well i guess i have a pact with solomon too, but i can break it off if you want me to... and tomorrow i’ll let everyone at school know really clearly that we’re together, so i’m off-limits. i’m sorry for making you feel insecure about our relationship. i’m yours and you’re mine, right? now let me in, i want to give you kisses and show you how much you mean to me.”

> beelzebub (tw: slight physical violence)

beel and you never fight. honest to diavolo, beel is the sweetest boy you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and has never started a fight with you

if you have a problem or you’re irritated with him, he’ll immediately sit down with you and fix it. will never go to bed with you angry with him. he just can’t stand it :(

well, unless he gets into THAT mood, that is... usually he’s good at not letting it get to that point and staying away until it was resolved

but this time was just bad.

beel saw you waiting for him after fangol practice. you began walking towards him with a big smile but he swerved immediately. he didn’t want to risk anything, especially since he was already irritated

see, usually midway through practice, beel had a small snack (a meal about the size of two people’s lunches) to keep his energy up for the rest of the session. but when he went to go eat it, it wasn’t there... because of that, he fumbled the rest of practice

after this, he was fixated on finding the culprit and making sure they never did it again. little did he know that you secretly took it out during class so he’d be extra hungry. it was friday and you wanted to treat him to a big meal at hell’s kitchen. rookie mistake, really, but you only had him in mind.

you knew he why he seemed a little angry and, thinking you were immune to his food mood swings (IDIOT), caught up to him quickly despite being avoided. “beel! okay, i’ll admit, i was the one who took your food, but-”

you should not have said that before letting him see you.

beel immediately turned around and grabbed your wrist with his eyes blazing, easily shifting to his demon form. he didn’t seem to notice it was you even though he was staring straight into your eyes. “where is it? the food you took, no, stole from me, where is it?”

you tugged and tugged, trying to take your wrist back, but to no avail, until belphie ran up, most likely called by one of beel’s teammates

“BEEL! what are you doing?!” hearing his twin, beel’s trance of fury seemed to dissipate into thin air. “huh?”

finally being able to pull away in beel’s moment of weakness, you quickly drop to the ground in fear. your wrist was aching from being squeezed so hard. you were lucky it wasn’t broken, just beginning to bruise a bit.

beel saw your face and had never felt regret so deeply in his heart ever before this very moment. i... i’m a monster. i can’t believe myself. out of fear of what you might say, he fled the scene, running all the way home and shutting himself in his room.

after that were days of awkward encounters and no speaking at all. truth be told, neither of you were actually angry at each other, but you were frightened of what the other would say, thinking THEY were mad

and so beel’s days of going to sleep thinking you were angry began.

until one night during dinner, you dropped your fork because of your bandaged wrist. beel, being the first to notice, saw you wince in pain too. seeing you in pain was something he’d never been able to stand, so out of pure instinct, he got up and ran around the table to you, gently picking your wrist up in his large hand

with the possibility that you might be angry at him now tossed out of his mind, he picked you up bridal style, excusing you and him and bringing you to his and belphie’s room, placing you gently on the bed

“ah, beel, it’s not that serious...” “no, let me wrap it up again for you. it’s... it’s my fault, after all.” moments of silence passed between you two like air while he carefully wrapped your wrist

suddenly, simultaneously, the same words came out of both your mouths: “i’m sor-” “i’m really so-” you both shut up quickly.

you spoke again first. “beel, it’s not your fault, it’s mine. it was stupid of me to take your food when i should’ve known you’d get mad. it’s my fault i got hurt, so don’t worry. i won’t do it again, i promise.” you tried to smile so he wouldn’t worry

he started shaking his head immediately once you began to speak. kneeling in front of you, beel placed the gentlest kiss onto your padded wrist.

“no, i shouldn’t have reacted like that... i need to work on it but i couldn’t help it. i’m really sorry. i would never want to hurt you. i promise i’ll never hurt you ever again.”

> belphegor

belphie would vehemently deny it with all of his soul, but in many ways, he’s similar to his dear eldest brother lucifer

ESPECIALLY in the way that he’s stubborn as heaven

it got really annoying in the way that he still held onto old beliefs and made jokes about killing off the entire human race

like c’mon man. yeah humans aren’t GREAT but they’re still your people :/

one thing led to another and the next thing you knew, you were yelling “HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I JUST KILLED EVERYONE IN THE DEVILDOM DIPSHIT??????” and he was yelling “WELL I WOULD LOVE TO SEE YOU TRY!!!!!”

out of utter frustration, you stormed out of the room. you though he changed, you really did, but maybe humans were still a joke to him. you thought that maybe, after falling in love with you, he would see that humans aren’t too bad

and you thought he was sorry for the... unfortunate things he did to you, but maybe that was nothing too.

and on belphie’s side, he didn’t understand either

laying on his bed, he huffed out a big sigh

what’s wrong with them? it was just a joke...

beel walked in munching on a granola bar, just coming back from a workout

“what’s up, belphie? are you okay? you’re in bed but you’re not sleeping.”

belphie sat up, looking very serious. “beel, hypothetically, if _ and i were fighting because i told them all humans except them should die... what would you say?”

beel frowned, shaking his head. “that’s so mean, belphie. why would you say that?”

“HYPOTHETICALLY.”

“okay, well... humans other than _ can’t be that bad. i mean, two of them literally CREATED _. and some of them kept _ company until they met us. humans kept them alive and there are probably a lot of humans that _ loves or admires. so you can’t blame them for being mad when you joked about eradicating them.”

belphie thought and thought about this.

hey... wait a minute. you’re onto something.

out of nowhere, without even responding, belphie rose and speed-walked (he doesn’t run, it’s not cool and it’s tiring) to your room immediately

after knocking on the door, you opened it with your hands on your hips

“what do YOU want?”

belphie cleared his throat, obviously not expecting you to have opened the door so quickly.

“ah, um... sorry for what i said earlier. i didn’t mean it and i won’t say it again. but hey, i was thinking... i don’t know a lot of humans besides you. so what if we took a trip to the human world together? i can meet your family and friends and get a better feel for humans so i know better. how about that?”

part 2 done!! sorry for the delay, anon, please enjoy!! and whoops, these got longer than pt.1 >____<

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me headcanons #asmodeus #om! asmodeus #beelzebub #om! beelzebub #belphegor #om! belphegor #om! belphie #lili writes

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Favourite Days HC

Like idk I had an idea and just kinda *Mumbles off into the background*

Favourite Days of the week with the MLQC boys, are references to story-plots so a slight-warning

*Fluff, Features of Smut and Nsfw*

Victor:

As a couple:

Sunday’s were your favourite day. The sheer laziness of the day, the one day Victor truly unwind.

The stock market offline, work phones switched off, your day purely devoted to each other.

Sex with Victor was always special, but Sunday morning sex was pure love. Spooning you from behind, arms cradling you close as your back lay perfectly to his chest, a puzzle that fitted so perfectly together. Lazy fingers replaced with lazy thrusts, sweaty limbs entangled in the silk sheets as if you had all the time in the world. Taking time to cherish and worship each other’s body’s.

Every Sunday morning started the same, he couldn’t get his fill of you and you couldn’t get your fill of him.

You’d shower together, rain cascading down your body as he washed your hair. Fingertips massaging your scalp as he pressed the softest of kisses to your shoulder, the gentler side to Victor that everyone but you never got to see.

You indulged on ‘brunch’ on a Sunday, due to the fact your love making often kept you in bed longer than planned. You’d spend the rest of the morning in the kitchen together, teaching you with the most patience, although do expect a few ‘dummy’s’ to slip out his mouth every now and then when you do something wrong.

He’d watch you dance around the kitchen as you played the radio, singing and holding a wooden to your mouth. The smile that graced his face was one of pure love and content.

Sometimes if you were in a playful mood you’d start a food fight, dipping your finger into the pudding mix and smearing it on his nose. A ‘childish’ would be his response but he’d repeat the action on to you and before you knew it both of your faces were covered in pudding mixture. Laughter and love filling his once silent home.

He’d cook for you for dinner, a feast for you both to indulge in. He loved cooking for you, you loved eating it.

In the evening he would cozy up with a book as you would play the piano, the piano he brought just for you, music flooding through every room.

It was on a Sunday he first told you he loved you.

It was on a Sunday he pleaded you not to go back to your apartment, to stay with him and make this your home as he held you in his arms.

It was a Sunday he proposed, in the dimly lit room by candle light of Souvenir.

It was a Sunday you married your soulmate.

As husband and wife:

Sunday was still your favourite day.

When you finally began trying for a family Sunday was the day that the most important of all. No distractions from the outside world, no rushing to finish because you both had morning business meetings. No Sunday was reserved purely for your love.

It was a Sunday when you found out you were pregnant. The two lines on the pregnancy test brought tears to you both, your home soon to be filled with the cooing of a child.

Sunday’s soon became a little more manic, the preparation for the nursery proceeded on Sundays.

Yellow paint clung in your hair, stained your clothes and dried on Victor's face, you drew kitty whiskers on his face as you giggled with glee. The nursery in the room beside your bedroom painted, custom made furniture built up, stacks of toys and clothes lay ready and waiting. The only thing missing was your bundle of joy.

The laziness of the day was soon replaced with private le mars classes, health gurus and more, Victor doing everything in his power to ensure you were both prepared.

It was a Sunday you broke down in tears, the anxiety of becoming parents taking its toll on you. The day Victor reassured you with pure confidence that you will be a brilliant mom, that he shared your anxiety of being a father but you’d face it together.

You gave birth on a Sunday, a strapping baby boy with a head of jet black hair, deep purple eyes with a straining of blue beneath.

As a family:

Whilst you both was on maternity leave, meaning you had everyday of the week free, Sunday was still your favourite.

Sunday’s were lazy walks in the park, strolling hand in hand as you pushed the pram. Your little boy fast asleep, tucked up in his blanket.

Sunday’s were filled with love and family time.

Sunday afternoons were Victor would lay on the garden grass above a blanket, your head would rest of his chest as your baby boy was cuddle in your arms. He would read to you peacefully, lulling you and the baby in sleep, his arms putting down the book to cradle you both close.

Sunday’s were Victor's favourite. Sundays were when Victor could provide his family with his purest attention, cherishing every moment of having his world complete.

Kiro:

As friends:

Wednesday was your favourite day. A day where Kiro’s schedule was mainly free meaning the two of you got to spend more time together. Whilst you visited him on shoots and in the recording studio, Wednesdays were reserved just for you.

He’d be up before dawn, most likely not sleeping because he was so excited to see you, waiting patiently for an acceptable time to ring you. The first time he rang you at 6 a.m., he was greeted on the phone by a grumpy Miss.Chips, telling him that 6 a.m. was not an acceptable time to ring. Now he waited a few extra hours, but poor sunshine boy was just so excited to see you.

You’d speak on the phone, throwing on your comfortable clothes and leaving. The whole way you’d speak on the phone, Kiro mapping out the day he had planned.

Somedays you would go on adventures and other times you would just soak in each others presence with a day filled with games and snacks.

You personally preferred the latter, you got to enjoy 1-1 time with him rather than hiding behind disguises.

Wednesday mornings consisted of breakfast that would give you a sugar-rush just from looking at it. We’re talking pancakes drenched with syrup, bacon piled to the ceiling, sugary cereals waiting at the side, juice already poured into cups waiting for you.

Wednesday meant Savin left Kiro alone for the day, apart from the odd phone call here and there, Kiro was fully yours.

On adventure days you visited the zoo, you had to physically drag Kiro out of the baby monkey enclosure because he almost jumped the barrier to get in and play with them. Other trips include volunteering at the dog shelter, again reminding Kiro he can’t adopt every single dog there.

Your favourite Wednesday was the Wednesday you beat Kiro to at Mario Kart.

“I can’t believe you beat me Miss.Chips! Someones been practising!” He teased you, turning on his side to face you. You were lying on his bed, faces and elbows almost hanging off the bottom of the bed as clutch your controllers in your hands.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the pure concentration in your face. The way your tongue stuck out slightly in the corner of your lip, the face you always made when you looked so lost in thought.

He was the one who charm anybody and yet in this case, it was you who was charming him.

“How can I practice! This is the only place I can play,” You laughed giving him a playful push on the chest. Distance closing between you.

“Maybe Miss.Chips is practising with someone else,” His eyes glinting with the faintest of gold.

“You know there’s no-one else I’d rather be with then you!” You smiled, noses bumping into each other.

You blushed first, his cheeks reddening like yours.

Both of you leaned in and just as your lips were about to press, the buzz of his phone broke you apart.

It was a Wednesday you realised how you really felt about Kiro.

First Kiss:

It was a Wednesday in late June when Kiro asked you on your first date.

The following Wednesday after, you turned up to Souvenir but it was shut. Kiro wore a cap and glasses to stay disguised.

You walked together through the city, arms brushing against each other before your fingers and hands entwined together. Dusk setting in quickly across the empty park.

“Hmmm,” He let go of your hand and stood in front of a bench, “Where am I?”.

You cocked an eyebrow, taking in the surroundings.

“This is,” You took a step forward to him.

“Where you agreed to be on my show,” You laughed, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Where you became my hero and helped save my company!” He wrapped his arms around your waist.

That day was also a Wednesday.

“This where you shared your chips with me!,” You giggled as his face leaned against yours, a laughing smile on his face.

“This is the day you called me miss.ch-” You started but the press of his lips against yours stopped you. You shut your eyes and leaned up more, the light smudge of your lipstick against his lips as you deepened the kiss.

“This is where I fell in love with you,” He lips only parted inches away from yours before re-meeting again with a passion.

It was that Wednesday you became Kiro’s girlfriend.

First time together:

Your first time together happened on a Wednesday.

It wasn’t your first time, it wasn’t his, but yet to both of you felt like it was.

The minute he entered you, fluttering tightness around him, fighting the urge to spill right there and then. Cock half sheathed inside you, forehead pressed to yours as his eyes clenched shut, jaw clenched as he gripped the pillow beside your head. The vein from his bicep twitching up to his neck. Pure heaven bestowed upon him, the goddess withering under him for more.

He was so lost in trying not give into the pleasure heat that beckoned him, he didn’t hear you calling his name.

“Ah...I-Im gonna cum…” Through clenched teeth. The dropped octave tone to his voice sent an unintentional clench over him sent his hand twitching.

“I-Its okay,” You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself, swallowing each moan that lingered in your throat, threading your fingers through his hair.

He shook his head above yours. Took a deep breath, “With you,”.

You stayed just as you were for a few minutes, taking deep breaths with him. Whispering sweet words of reassurance.

He pulled back, to thrust in again further. The pair of you moaning as one until he was fully hilted inside you.

He thrusted, you moaned. You wrapped your legs around the top of his thighs, he moaned.

He brought two fingers down to circle your clit, you scratched down his back leaving red marks. You both cried out each other’s names.

He came first, the throb of him triggering you to follow.

He held you close in an embrace, heart pounding. He told you he loved you, you told him you loved him back.

It was a Wednesday when he loved you.

Wednesday was both of your favourite days.

Shaw:

Teasing:

‘Sex? Everyday'

“Shaw!” You hissed, nudging him playfully as he chuckled, “This is serious don’t fuck around,”. Tuesday was one long ass day with Shaw around. “Give me that,” You snatched the pen out his hand and bumped him out of the way.

“What's up your ass today,” Huffing like a small child.

“This is serious, your brother’s in a lot of pain,” Sliding the medical paper across the counter.

“Yeah I know,” He shrugged, “So what, you two bangin now or what?”. You knew he was being ass on purpose, just grind your gears for a reaction.

“Yes actually, I had my lips wrapped around his cock all night,” You turn, lowering your voice a little and jabbing a finger in his chest. The twitch of his mouth as he tried not to smirk at you pushing back, never did you let Shaw one up you, always dealing back what he dealt.

“Ah so is that why we’re getting these, the whole being stabbed is just a facade?” Holding up the bag of painkillers now placed on the counter.

“Yep,” You snatch the bag out of his hands and walk out the shop, the smile rising on your lips as he followed you, he always did.

“So like, what your together or something?” His voice wavering slightly as he caught up to your side, walking side by side along the pavement. His walk didn’t match his normal confident strides as it always did.

“What does it matter to you if we were,” You turn, swinging off the metal bus stop.

“Ah, well I guess this it’s where it’s too late to tell you something,” He leaned close. The bus pulling up behind you.

“And what’s that?” The doors open.

“I wish your lips were wrapped around my cock instead,” Words as smooth as a devils bow, the twinkling glint in his eye as he winked.

“You getting on?” The man on the bus yelled.

Not letting him get away, you grab his collar, press your lips up against his and pull back slowly, “See you later Shaw,”. You run onto the bus, leaving Shaw (an almost) blush mess, fingers tracing over his lips.

The boy ran at neck-level to the next bus stop, his amber-eyes met yours as he stepped on the empty bus. He took 5 stretching bounds to be in-front of you, hands cup your cheeks as he sat down to kiss you, pushing you to lie against the bus seats. Tuesdays turn out to hold your best memories.

Electric shock:

“Oh~Oh~"

“Fuck, fuck!”.

You straddled his lower half, cock sheathed deep inside. The hair you had thrown up came apart in places, loose strands sticking to your neck as sweat ran down it. His hands roamed over your plump behind, holding your round cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze.

“Do it again,” One palm pressed over his chest, the other against the headboard. Your breasts bounced above him, bouncing yourself over his cock.

“What's the magic words?” He teased, even when in moments like this he was still a smug ass.

“I-I… going to cum~...fucking do it...Ah~,” Head throwing back as the snapping pop of electric clicked between his index finger, the minute the bolt of electricity hit your clit, your whole body shook. Electrical pulses of heat warmed your body, your body pulsing from the sensation as you relaxed above him.

He continued to thrust into you as he came, the intensity of your orgasm spurring on his own. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you collapsed with light breath on his chest, your relationship changing in dynamic. The pure lust between you bubbling over in the events of the day, finally over spilling and finding yourself in bed with him.

Your sexual encounters carried on daily from then on, but Tuesdays Shaw let you use his powers for your own pleasure. Showing you the true power behind his evolver.

Pouty Boi:

“Okay Kiro, no, yes… okay I gotta-”. A huff came from the man sitting next to you. You rolled your eyes.

“Alright, yes, alright, love you too, mwah bye,” You clicked the red button, let out a sigh and shoving your phone back in your pocket. Shaw huffed once more, pouting in a subtle paymemoreattention way.

“So you gonna talk to me?”.

He turned his head away, staring out the bus window.

“Shaaaaaw,” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck, no need to worry about pda the bus was empty.

“Don’t say love you when you end the phone to me,” He mumbled in an inaudible voice.

“What?”.

“Nothing,”.

“Come on, don’t be grumpy, I’m only to be gone a few days, I’ll be back Saturday, four nights okay,” You leaned forward and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek, he batted you off playfully, beginning to drop his angry act.

“And I’ve spoken to Sharky [The plushie shark he won at a carnival] and he’s promised to sleep in my spot until I’m back,” The light smile on his face came back, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You’d let him discover his favourite pair of your panties beneath your pillow, a poloadroid of you wearing only them under them by himself.

He helped you off the bus with your case, still questioning you why you needed to bring so much junk for four nights.

He caught the glimpse of the CEO who stared just a second too long to be caught.

“Hey,” Shaw grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him, he pressed his lips tight against yours. The kiss speaking for all the words he truly wished to say to you, “Just be safe okay,”. You nodded and smiled like an idiot at his sweet moment.

You wheeled away with the others, taking out your phone and dialling a number.

“Hello?” Shaw questioned.

“Love you,”. You turned back to see the smile glancing over his face.

“Love you too,”.

A sunny Tuesday morning was the first time you spoke of love and real emotions in your relationship. That day was Shaw’s favourite day, not that he would ever admit it to you.

Gavin:

Saturday night takeaway:

Saturdays were when Gavin was most likely to be free from work, meaning you got to spend actual time together.

“Pork or chicken?” He held up a bag in each hand, already knowing your answer.

“Chicken of course!” You throw him a smile, grabbing some chop-sticks from your kitchen cupboard and settling down on the sofa. Gavin sat next to you, handing you the bag as the aroma of spicy pork and chicken broth filled your apartment. His knee brushed against yours as you delved into you food.

Saturday night was always takeaway night with Gavin, each week swapping whose turn it was to pick the restaurant.

You turned to watch Gavin slurp up his noodles, broth flicking over his shirt and the side of his mouth. You can’t help but laugh, the pure adorableness at the guy who puts criminals away for a living.

“W-what?” His face turning red as he catches you watching him.

“You’ve got broth,” You point to the side of your lip.

“Gone?” He asks, wiping his mouth but completely missing it.

“Nope,” You laugh, watching him do it again, the stain still pooling at his mouth.

“Here, let me,” You put down the food and move closer, gently bringing your thumb to rub the side of his mouth. Traces of the liquid now removed from his skin.

Your heart raced in your chest, the sound of your heartbeat flooding your ears as you continued to rub your thumb against his skin. He lowered his gaze to watch you, eyes meeting briefly before he slouched forward slightly, the distance closing between you.

You and Gavin had never really defined what you were, he loved your company, you loved his. He’d take you out of ‘dates’, but act upon nothing more than your friendship. He might let it slip at times how he felt about you, you would also do the same. A cheeky wink, a subtle flirt but nothing more happened.

“Gavin…” Your eyes flickering up to see his amber-eyes.

“Will you just kiss me already,” The words falling from your mouth before you even registered them.

He didn’t waste a second to press his lips against yours, a sweet tender moment you had both been longing for.

Saturdays became a lot more wild as you officially became a couple.

Saturday night fever:

You could have killed him. You were actually ready to kill him.

“I can not believe you Gavin!” You were livid.

If you wasn’t too busy nursing his wounds you would have stormed right out of his flat. He said nothing back, the only noise was a light hiss from him as you cleaned up his wound.

He had returned home late Saturday evening, a hand clutching his side as he stumbled into home. You was already there, you’d been waiting ever since Minor text telling you he was injured.

He sat in silence, white tank top thrown to the floor, the blood from his wound had soaked through it. The wound wasn’t deep, thank god, a bandage, rest and pain killers would quickly heal it.

“I-... Someone needed help,” His voice meek, watching you strap up his bandage.

“You promised,” Your eyes filled with tears, the third time this month he’d come home with a new injury. It was becoming more and more dangerous out there and you always feared the worst when he went out and didn’t contact you for hours or even days.

This was not the Saturday night you had hoped for. You didn’t listen to the words that followed, the same words he repeated every time, “The city needs me, I have to protect others,”.

“And at what cost Gavin?” You threw your hands up in defeat, stepping away as he tried to sit up on the sofa, a whine of pain sent him jolting back down.

“It’s not as if I asked to be stabbed, there was a gang,” He started but your lid flipped.

“So you weren't even on duty?” You already knew he wasn’t, Minor had told you.

“No…”.

“Gavin…” You crouch down and take his hand, your voice softer as tears ran down your cheeks, “You need to start being more selfish and looking out for yourself, not everyone else all the time,”.

“But it's my job, people need me”.

“And I need you!”. The room filled with a silence as you began to sob, to overcome with emotions, too many times you had this conversation.

“Bella, please,” He gripped your hand but you pulled away, standing up.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this Gave, I’m not asking you to choose between work and me but…” Your voice trailed off, you wiped your eyes as black mascara tears stained your cheeks.

“This hurts me just as much, was you even going to tell me?” You asked, his gaze dropping.

“I-... I was going to just wait for it to heal, kinda hoped you wouldn’t notice,”.

A new wave of tears leaving your eyes. This perfect, perfect, man yet it killed you almost looking at him.

“Bella, where are you going?” His eyes followed you as you grabbed your bag off the side.

“Minor’s on his way, he’s going to look after you… I…” You started.

“I need some space to think about things…” Your tear filled eyes met his hurting gaze, the slight shock of horror on his face as he watched you leave, trying to fight the pain to stand up but it was too much.

Your heart wrenched with pain and conflict, you loved Gavin, you loved him more than anything in the world and you knew he felt the same towards you. But at this rate he was going to injure himself to a point it would ruin him, or worse kill him and you couldn’t just be waiting on the sidelines.

The Saturday night you walked out was the first and last time you and Gavin ever had conflict over your relationship. Normally, you loved Saturday but in that moment you loathed them.

Saturday Night Proposals:

“I’m really glad we're doing this,” You hummed, walking hand in hand with Gavin across the beach-front.

It was Saturday just before your one year anniversary and the two of you had taken a well needed few days away to the beach.

“Me too, it’s so peaceful,” He stopped, sitting down on the sandy back as you followed, resting your head on his chest. The pair of you admiring the sunset as the hue-reds faded across the ocean, the sun peeking down to caste a warming glow across the water.

“Gavin…” Your heart began to thud in your chest.

“Hmm?” Resting his head atop of yours.

“Can we just stay like this forever?”. A light chuckle from his chest sent vibrations across you.

“I’d like that,” The pleasant sigh of content left both of your mouths.

“Bella?” He nudged your head off him, adjusting himself to face you. The slight red grazed his cheeks in a form of a blush, however it might also have been sun-burn.

“I-I…” He started, taking your hand.

“I love you,”.

“I love you too,” You smiled. He fidgeted until he sat on his knees, hand still holding yours as the sunset glowed to the side of you.

“Will you marry me?”.

The words made you mind blank, chest raising slightly as you almost forgot to breath.

“I-If you need time I-” His hand trembled as it held yours, the other taking a small ring from his top pocket, the gem atop of it shone in the light.

“Yes-” Tears forming as eagerly gripped his hand, “Yes, yes, yes”.

“Yes?” He repeated, tears beginning to form in the crease of his eyes as you nodded, unable to speak from the overwhelming of emotions.

He held your left hand flat, fingers shaking slightly as he placed the ring on your finger. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him close and kissing him deeply. He met your kiss back with the same passion, pushing you backwards until your back hit the sand, climbing over you.

“I love you” Your lips barely parted from his.

“I love you too, Mrs.Qi,”.

You made love on the silent beach, either of you unable to control the love you both felt for each other. Nothing but the sound of crashing waves to accompany your cries of love for each other.

His favourite day was everyday, getting to spend the rest of his life with you.

Lucien:

Mondays:

Mondays were the days you and Lucien cherished most, the days he had the least amount of lectures meaning you could finish work early and slide into the back of the lecture theatre, just in time for his final lecture of the day.

His voice radiated power and dominance but in a warming manner, everyone in the class clinging to each and every word he said.

You’d pack his lunch in the early morning, normally running late as he indulged in your body well after your alarm had gone off. A repeat often following in the shared shower afterwards.

He’d give you the sweetest of kisses as you parted ways for work, him going left, you going right. Paths parting but soon to re-emerge later in the day.

Innocent texts were exchanged throughout the day, some not-so-innocent ones followed on his lunch break, knowing he was getting you hot and bothered before you came to see him.

You’d walk across the bustling city to the university, avoiding being bumped into by strangers on the street. Your eyes meeting a purple gaze as you settled in at the back of the room, a smile gracing over his lips. The brightening smile and wave you gave him bringing colour to his black and white world.

You lost yourself watching him, strutting across the room as he let out a small chuckle at a joke a student made. If only they knew the other side of their much beloved professor.

You often found yourself bent over his desk after his lectures, an almost need of urgency for him to remind you how much he loved you.

Some Mondays he would take you out on afternoon trips, your favourite being visits to the orphanage. Seeing Lucien so caring towards the children gave you serious baby fever.

He’d tease you with suggestive flirts, ‘accidentally’ brushing his hand over that weak spot you had on your neck. It was tortuous to say the least, knowing he had you purely weak at the knees for him.

If a classic or your favourite movie was playing in the theatre, he’d take you out to watch it. Ensuring you had the seats at the back of the empty theatre, you’d probably made it through the trailer before he was pulling you onto his lap. Call him professor with a wink at the end and your eyes would be rolling into the back of your head before the film even started.

He would try and come to bed at a reasonable time, although you often found yourself going to bed alone.

His favourite part of the day was when you would curl up into his arms as you slept peacefully, even when you were asleep you couldn’t bear to be apart from him.

Lucien's favourite days were Mondays, the first time he ever saw colour in his life was that monday you walked into his office. His life finally making sense the minute you stepped into it.

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regrettablewritings · 3 years

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Modern!Jaskier x Reader Ship Meme

Prompts taken from this ship meme

Which one texts like a straight white boy?: Of course it would have to be our resident white boy. It isn’t even that he necessarily means to, there’s just an embarrassing amount of overlap between the messages a straight white boy tends to text, and those of your rising star boyfriend. You’d look more into it if it weren’t for the fact that you know there’s no actual malice in it, and because it’s just so sad that it’s funny. If one were to go into the photos saved on your phone, they would’ve surely come upon an entire album of screenshots you’d taken over the years, from when Jaskier would be on tour without you to when he’d just be resting at home while you were out at work. Things like: “Wat r u up to 2nit, cutie? ;)” “I’m probably just gonna play whatever’s on my Watch Later backlog on youtube until I conk out.” “Wild!!! anyway wat would u do if i was there rn~?” Or “Do u miss me? :(” “Of course I do ya dingus!” “Ok....Can we do a quickie over videochat?” “Jas i’m at the store.” “The point still stands.” Or “Watcha thinkin bout? ;)” “About how The Great Gatsby becoming public domain means there’s nothing stopping anyone from making a drag show interpretation called The Gay Dragsby.” “Aaww w/o me? ;)” “...” “WAIT NO I THOUGT YOU’D SAY YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT ME SHIT NO.” “BUT ACTUALLY DO GO ON IM KINDA INTERESTD.” If it were anybody else, you would’ve blocked them. But this wasn’t anybody else. It was your Jaskier: Your foolhardy, constantly horny, but never-short-of-loving Jaskier. And besides, not for nothing, at least they were something you could get a laugh out of.

Which one cried during a fucking Disney movie?: Once again, Jaskier is the guilty party. It’s no secret that he’s the more emotional of the two of you -- he wore his investment in Titanic with pride, after all. But it is a secret that the particular Disney movie to make him cry was Hercules of all things! Not Bambi, not The Lion King, not even Beauty and the Beast, but goddamn Hercules! (On another note, he also cried to Coco. But that barely counts: Literally everyone and their mother has cried during Coco. The only difference here was that Jaskier could relate to being a young man so in love with music while coming from a family that discouraged the pursuit of it.) This isn’t a knock on anyone who enjoys the movie, mind you, but let’s be honest: Out of the Disney animated canon, Hercules isn’t exactly the most . . . emotionally cathartic or heart-string-plucking of the bunch. But just because it didn’t go out of its way to create a crying frenzy doesn’t mean that it’s lacking in some humanity. It is, after all, still a Disney film. The problem is, Jaskier can’t even quite express why it made him cry the night you both decided to watch it. Maybe it had something to do with a young man most people took as a joke trying to achieve greatness? And to be fair, “Go the Distance (Reprise)” and “A Star is Born” differently when you’ve done some growing . . .

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?: It only happened once, but you’d never let him live it down. You like to joke that you’d left him to his own devices for just fifteen minutes so that you could take a shower -- of which was completely true -- and that was all he needed for things to go downhill. Nobody wants to think they’d be in the wrong for trusting a 20-something year-old to not be his usually somewhat distractable self. But that particular day, said 20-something year-old decided to occupy that little spot of time to himself with TV and a plate of leftovers. And normally this would’ve been fine and dandy. But normally, Jaskier would’ve just waited for the food to heat before searching for something to watch. It shouldn’t have been too big of an issue that it went the other way around that day, but apparently it was. As much as he wanted to (which honestly wasn’t by much), Jaskier just couldn’t tear his eyes away from the images flashing on the TV. The baby blues were set on the screen the entire while -- up until he heard a faint popping. Followed by a sound he normally only heard in a cheesy sci-fi movie. The problem was, he wasn’t watching anything even remotely science-fiction-y . . . All you were doing when you exited the bathroom was going to grab your lotion. That was literally all you had any expectations for. What you hadn’t expected to come upon was your boyfriend, hollering and diving over the sofa in order to scramble into the kitchen and stop that strange, not-good-sounding sound. Suffice to say, you had to put your shower on hold; it simply had to wait for you to finish fussing, then again for you to finish laughing your ass off. And again because if you entered the shower still laughing, you’d probably slip and break your head open and then Jaskier would have to deal with another possible emergency caused by himself.

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who?” thing?: You can both be guilty of it, but Jaskier without a doubt does it more. Sometimes he’ll emerge from “his cave” (aka the little nook in the apartment where he likes to mess around and write lyrics or arrangements) on a break and catch an unsuspecting you sitting on the couch or at the dinner table. Other times, it could just be when he comes back from running some errands or doing a quick interview at the local radio station. You don’t mind it much . . . Especially since you can get a rise out of him by purposefully guessing the wrong person. (“Hmmm . . . Could it be . . . my mail-order husband? Boy, that was quick. And all the way from Russia, too . . .” “Uh, no.” “The milkman, finally accepting my invitation to commence a torrid love affair?” “Okay, you know damn well -- ” “Or better yet: My hopes and dreams have manifested, oh, Waluigi, could it really and truly be you!?” “What in the absolute fuck --”)

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?: Because it’s usually himself who presents as being the more mischievous of the two, and because he tends to run the warmest, it always shocks Jaskier when you decide to play dirty and put your cold limbs all over him. Is it childish? Yes. But are his reactions to the sudden feeling of icy flesh hilarious? Also yes. You love to creep up on him when he’s tuning his guitar or scribbling down lyrics, or just minding his own damn business by trying to actually turn in relatively early for once. You love even more to watch him jolt and release the most high-pitched yip a man of his build could ever even joke about making. You’ll still be laughing about it as he scowls at you, cursing your “ghoul hands” and demanding to know if he’s dating a corpse at this point. Of course, no matter how peeved he might be, you can always count on one other thing from his dramatic reactions: Him huffily grabbing your hands into his own and rubbing them warm, or him forcing a park of fuzzy socks on your feet. And just for extra measure, you can be sure that he’ll spend the rest of the night holding you close or cuddling you -- “For exchanging bodily heat purposes,” he will always reason.

Who had that embarrassing reality TV marathon?: You both are guilty of it, actually. The question should really be, who is the least shameful about it. As with most things regarding a lack of shame, it was, of course, our dear Jaskier. Being a musician with a growing following, the little attention whore just can’t miss out on an opportunity to show himself off to his awaiting public. A rising star with relatability and a taste for trash? People eat that shit up! So you’ve learned to be less surprised every time he decides to liveblog himself watching things like Love Island or any of the 90-Day Fiancee spin-offs. In fact, in more recent times, you’ve come to join in with him, adding your own corresponding Tweets and commentary. Though don’t be too shocked once he starts holding polls and letting the public decide what show the two of you should watch next.

Who laughs more during sex?: You do, completely through Jaskier’s own efforts. Jaskier’s always had a pretty lax view of sex. This didn’t change when he met you, of course, but how he specifically portrayed that laxness did undergo some metamorphosis. Before, the entertainer was much more intent on his bedroom experiences being a display of power and an ability to please. Something dramatic and to be taken seriously. He still sees the importance of satisfaction in the bedroom, mind you, but with you, he can’t help but feel more . . . comfortable. With you, it’s a little more okay if he accidentally makes a dumb noise that in no way can be salvaged as sexy. With you, it’s a little more okay if he struggles to get his or your pants off, or if he struggles with removing your bra. And with you, he’s come to find that he’s a lot more okay with sharing a giggle or being a little more loose about things. It’s fine if your fingers tickle him or if he struggles to think of something proper dirty. But it’s even more fine if you think something he says or does makes you laugh, but not in a way that discredits his efforts. When you laugh, it shows that you’re comfortable with him. Comfortable enough to be with him, and be truly vulnerable. So do forgive him if he can’t help but run his fingers up your sides in a tickling fashion, or sloppily string together an innuendo. He simply loves how golden your laughter sounds, even in the throes of passion, intermingled with sweet whimpers and pleas of his name. How the heave of your chest and rippling of your tummy bumpily sync in with the rhythm of his thrusts . . . He just wants to see your smile, your genuine mirth, and bask in it with you. Besides, it serves as excellent song inspiration for him . . .

Who is the little spoon?: It depends on the sway of the day, really. As a whole, you both take turns without much thought simply because you tend to just fall into your positions. Some days, you just happen to lay into him in a way that makes you the little spoon. Other days, he conks out next to you in a manner that most could consider would make you the big spoon (or jet pack). Neither side really fights how it plays out unless one or the other may feel small and vulnerable, or just plain tired and in need of comfort. You often find yourself playing the role of the more dominating position during those first few days after Jaskier returning home from either a quick tour, or after finishing a long week of hours upon hours in the studio, or whatever kind of press-related nonsense his management team told him he needed to do. For as much as your boyfriend loved the spotlight, the truth was he was still quite capable of burning out and needing time to himself. Or, at the very least, just time with you. Even if that means he’s asleep for most of it, with you clinging to his back as he drifts off into a much-needed sleep. He makes sure to return it tenfold when you need just the same. Sure, your occupation may not be of the same nature as his own, but that didn’t mean you were in any less need of his cuddling. In fact, with him being gone as often as he was, Jaskier couldn’t help but feel almost guilty for not always being able to provide you with the basic comforts of being a constantly present boyfriend. Hence why the moment he would see your fatigued body crossing the threshold of your apartment, he would be all over you, ushering you into a quick shower, followed by a quick and simple dinner or snack, and capped off with him cuddling about you from behind. It didn’t matter if you’d come home right in the middle of a writing frenzy, or even if he’d been in the middle of searching for a breakthrough with an arrangement -- for as vain and bullheaded as Jaskier could be, he knew he owed you at least this much. You already put up with so much of his nonsense; this was quite literally the least he could do, both for you and for himself. Besides, he who was he to fight against the feeling of you wiggling closer into his hold, to deny himself the sound of your soft breathing as you lay yourself vulnerable to him? The fact of the matter is that he simply isn’t. He couldn’t be. Maybe in the beginning when things were still so unsteady and uncertain, but never now, when things had become so . . . well, what he could only describe as being “the both of you”. The both of you, molded and entwined, never wanting to let go. Never planning on it, either.

#jaskier x reader #modern!jaskier x reader #jaskier imagine #jaskier imagines #the witcher imagine #the witcher imagines #regrettablewritings

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great-kobold-library · 3 years

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We Make a Family Ch.2 (SFW)

Toshinori started Monday morning with a renewed vigor, and everyone noticed it. He assisted Aizawa with Class 1A outdoor training as usual.

"You look really happy today All Might, did you get lucky this weekend? Who's the lucky lady?"

Mina Aishido asked him. She had a bad habit of being nosy, and loved drama. She didn't start it, but if there was drama around, she wanted to be among the first to hear about it.

Toshi chuckled and said,

"No and No, I'm just in a good mood because I slept well and had a great breakfast, so I feel fantastic."

Ashido accepted the explanation with a pout to her lip. Aizawa scolded her for stopping her training to pester All Might. She apologized and went back to what she was supposed to be doing. Around an hour later while the students were about to head back to their next class, All Might stopped Izuku.

"Hey Izuku, meet me in my office for lunch. There's something I'd like to talk to you about."

Izuku looked quizzically at him.

"Okay, sure. What do you wanna talk about? My training?"

Toshi shook his head.

"No, something else, but we'll talk about it then, alright?"

Izuku still had his eyebrows wrinkled up in confusion.

"Alright, see you then."

He ran ahead to catch up with Ida and Ururaka.

Toshi watched him walk away, once again lost in thought.

Aizawa noticed him acting strangely.

"Hey….something going on?"

He asked.

Toshi looked at him, silent for a time.

"Do you remember when we had to talk to parents about the students living in dorms?"

Aizawa nodded.

"Yeah I remember, what about it?"

Toshi took a deep breath and exhaled, not sure what his reaction would be.

"Well, I personally spoke with Izuku's mother and convinced her to let Izuku live in the dorms and continue studying here at UA. Before I left, I gave her my number to contact me if she had questions or needed anything."

Aizawa listened quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"Friday night she texted me, said she wanted to meet with me about Izuku's progress in school."

Aizawa looked confused.

"Izuku's doing just fine in all his classes, so I'm not sure what the problem is?"

Toshi realized he needed to elaborate.

"No, there's no problem or anything bad, just the opposite actually."

He laughed nervously, and Aizawa looked like he was beginning to understand.

"We discussed Izuku and his schooling over dinner, but conversations changed, and we ended up having a really good night. I wanted to see her again, but I thought better of it, so I was just going to let it go. She texted me after I got home that she couldn't stop thinking about it, and that she wanted to see me again. I told her, I felt the same. We're trying to plan something out for this weekend."

Toshi realized he had slowly developed a big grin on his face as he recanted the story.

Aizawa raised his eyebrows and had a faint smile.

"You seem really happy, so I'm happy for you. I hope for your sake that it doesn't drive a wedge between you and Midoriya. There's no denying that you're a father figure to him, everyone can see that but...that, and you actually dating his mom, are two very different things. Kids react poorly to that sort of thing sometimes. He might think his mom is trying to replace his dad with you. He might think that you're crossing a line trying to be his dad when you aren't. You might get this idea in your head that you'll all end up a big happy family, and I'm worried for you that this won't end well."

Toshi's face fell and he looked down. Aizawa noticed that he looked genuinely hurt. His expression softened.

"Look uh...I didn't mean to be harsh. I just think you-"

Toshi cut him off,

"No, thank you. I need the reality check sometimes, you're good for that. I'm taking it slow, I don't want anybody to get hurt here. I need it to be the right thing to do, for everyone involved."

They started walking back to the teacher's break room together.

"So….how do you plan on figuring out how Midoriya would feel about you being with his mom without pulling the rug out from under him?"

Aizawa asks. Toshi remains silent.

Aizawa nodded. "That's what I thought."

Lunch time comes around. Toshi ordered a couple of sushi boxes for the two for lunch and waited in his office for Izuku to arrive.

"Oh, you got sushi boxes for today, thank you!"

Izuku says, taking a seat across from Toshi at his desk.

"You're welcome."

Toshi says. They both start eating.

"So….what did you want to talk about?"

Izuku asks.

Toshi sets his chopsticks down.

"Your mother and I had a conference this weekend."

Izuku put down his chopsticks just as he was about to eat another piece.

"You did? Is….everything okay? I thought my grades were good? If not I'll work harder, I promise!"

His voice raised near the end. Toshi chuckles.

"No, your grades are fine, kid. Your mom wanted to talk about more than grades. How you're doing at school, friends, adjusting to the dorms, that sort of thing."

Izuku relaxes.

"Oh, I see."

And starts eating again.

"What I wanted to talk to you about is something she told me during our discussion that I found...a little upsetting."

Izuku stopped eating and looked up at him again, looking a mixture between concerned and confused.

"She told me you don't visit her that often anymore."

Izuku looked incredulous.

"That's it? That's-"

"This isn't a joke Midoriya."

Toshi interrupted.

Izuku falls silent, Toshi lowers his voice.

"Your father passed away when you were little, right? And your family never owned any pets. Now that you've moved into the dorms, your mom is….she's all alone in the house. She said you used to visit every weekend, and so it wasn't so bad, but now you hardly ever come by. She knows as I do that it wasn't intentional, but that maybe you didn't think about it from her perspective. I don't want you to tell her I told you about this. I only want you to start visiting her on a regular basis. It doesn't have to be every weekend, every other weekend would probably be fine with some exceptions here and there. There's nearly another month before the end of first term. Summer's coming soon, and I'm sure you'll be living with her again for it, but I want you to remember this for the second term."

Toshi could see it in his eyes that Izuku was genuinely hurt, and felt very guilty. He looked down in shame.

"I had no idea she felt that way...I can't believe I didn't even think about it."

Toshi looked softly at him.

"It's okay. She knows you're a teenager doing teenager stuff, hanging out with your teenager friends."

Izuku chuckles a little.

"She knows you're growing up, becoming independent. That can be especially hard for a single parent. She just needs to know that she's still a part of your life, that you haven't forgotten about her."

Izuku puts on a small smile, nods and thanks him for the advice.

They finish their food, and Izuku leaves to get to his next class. Toshi wishes he tried talking about the other things relating to Inko, but he has no idea how to broach the subject. Probably best to see how the second, er, first OFFICIAL date with Inko goes.

He thinks about having an actual date the coming weekend, and feels giddy with a childlike joy.

Toshi and Inko start texting each other throughout the week, learning a little more about each other with each conversation. Toshi starts a game of 20 questions with Inko on Friday night for the main purpose of figuring out her favorite kind of flower in a subtle way. He buys a bouquet of them in preparation of the date Saturday night. They're going to a small concert of one of Inko's favorite local bands in the city park. Toshi wasn't big into music, but it still sounded like a wonderful time.

It was finally Saturday night. Inko had a band T-shirt on paired with a casual long black skirt and her hair tied up. Toshi wore a nice pair of jeans and a plain black T-shirt. When they first met up, Toshi handed her the bouquet of flowers. Inko adored them.

Even when the sun went down, the park was still bright with the light of the full moon, the concert lights and the sparkling of fireflies in the park. However, to Toshi, there was no brighter light within view, than the way the lights twinkled in Inko's eyes as they danced, and sang, and laughed. Eventually the concert was over, and the band packed up and left, but not before Inko got a new shirt and had it signed by every member of the band. The pair decided to take a walk around the park and enjoy the rest of the night in the peace and quiet and cool breeze of the summer air. At one point as they walked, talked and laughed, Inko's hand touched his arm, and slid down both expertly and subconsciously until their hands folded together as they walked. They both blushed, one not noticing the either. Toshi wanted to acknowledge it, but feared embarrassing her, so he just enjoyed it and let things be. They eventually came to a nice park bench close to the edge of a lake in the middle of the park. They took a seat and looked out over the lake and watched the moonlight reflected in it. Inko shivered, then curled up into Toshi's side. He tentatively put an arm around her, and she relaxed further into him, putting her head on his shoulder. He leaned his head over hers. They sat like that for a while, in comfortable silence.

"This….was an amazing night. I...I don't know how to put it into words."

Inko broke the silence.

Without looking Toshi responded,

"I feel the same. Sometimes things….can't be put into words."

Inko was silent for a moment before responding.

"Do you want to know how many dates I've been on since Hisashi died?"

Toshi was caught off guard by the question.

"Uh, sure...how many?"

She chuckles lightly.

"Two"

Toshi thinks for a moment.

"In around a decade you haven't had more than, three, maybe four dates total? You're wonderful, I can't imagine why-"

"No, silly!"

Inko interjects.

"When I said two, I mean only two."

Toshi starts putting it together in his mind.

"Do you mean….last weekend, and today?"

He was looking at her now.

She looks softly at him.

"Yes...just with you."

Toshi looks shocked.

"Only me? Why?"

She has a gentle smile on her face.

"Well, it's not like I couldn't GET dates. I just didn't think I could ever feel again what I felt with Hisashi. He was a wonderful father, such love and kindness in his soul. After he was gone, I put all my focus on Izuku."

She looks up at the moon.

"But then….I don't know. You remind me of him. Izuku is so much like both of you. I thought for a long time that dating again would feel like I was betraying Hisashi, and Izuku. I've been thinking about it lately. I think Hisashi would want me to be happy again, even if that means being with someone new. As for Izuku, well, I can only hope that above all else, even his own personal feelings, that he just wants me to be happy."

She takes Toshi's hands in her hands and looks at him.

"That he would want us to be happy."

Toshi is speechless.

They stare at each other for a while.

He lifts his left hand out of hers and brushes her hair behind her ear, then slowly leans forward.

Inko smiles and puts her hands on his chest. He pulls her in, his arms around her waist, and they kiss. The kiss is fairly short, but sweet, and powerful.

They grin like happy idiots afterwards at each other, and hug.

Inko checks her phone.

"Oh dear, it's a little after 1am!"

Toshi looks shocked.

"Is it really that late....er I guess….early?"

Inko giggles.

"Yeah, haha. I think it's time to go home."

She says, a little sadly.

As they start to walk back to the parking lot, Toshi puts his arm around her waist and pulls her close to his side, then says in a playful voice,

"Oh, if only the night lasted forever."

Inko started giggling.

"Oh stop it, you're a hopeless romantic!"

They both giggled, and began swapping silly and cliche pickup lines and giggling about them as they made it to the parking lot. Toshi walks her to her car. She gets in the driver's seat and looks up, a little sad to have to go now.

"Text me when you get home safe, okay?"

Toshi says. Inko nods. As he's about to close the door, Inko throws her hands out to hold the door open and says,

"Wait!"

Toshinori is in shock from the unexpected outburst and jumps back. Inko gets out and stands to face him.

"One more….before I go?"

Toshi looks confused, then smiles as he figures out what she means. He pulls her gently close into an embrace, and she places her hands on either side of his neck. They kiss, this one longer, sweeter, and more passionate than the first.

"Goodnight."

Inko said when it was over. She untangled herself from him, then got back into her car.

"Goodnight."

Toshi replies.

He shuts her door for her and steps back. He watches her car pull out and drive away, and he keeps his eye on the shape of the car until it disappears into the distance. As he drives home, he cranks his radio loud and feels the music rush through him. He never felt more alive in his life until this moment. He sang along to any songs that came on that he knew the words to at the top of his lungs. Of course he wouldn't admit it, not now, it's too soon, but he knew that he couldn't deny it to himself.

He had completely and utterly fallen in love with Inko Midoriya.

#my hero academia #my hero fanfic #all might #GKLStories #GKLFandom

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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When you were younger, did your mother or father ever let you open a few presents before Christmas or your birthday even arrived? We open all our presents the night of Christmas Eve to begin with; but no, they don’t tease by letting us open a few of them before our usual schedule.

If you could receive a 100 dollar gift card for either blouses, pants, dresses, shoes or purses, which would you chose? If I could change blouses to shirts, then I would go with that because I’ve recently gotten into t-shirts and sweatshirts and no longer the trendy and preppy tops I used to like haha. But if not, I would go for shoes.

What is your favorite thing to do after crying? Ex: Sleep, listen to music, have some alone time, talk to someone, etc? It varies as it depends on how much I cried. The harder I cried the more I’d want to sleep it off, because it can actually get pretty exhausting. Sometimes I’ll reach out, sometimes I write. It’s really different every time, but at the end I’m just glad I can no longer even remember the last time I cried out of sadness.

Do you think Trump will be assassinated, or will he survive his term? Well we know the answer to this. It’s satisfying to notice him disappear off the face of the Earth immediately after his term, though. I don’t have a clue what he’s up to now.

Last time you felt suicidal? For some reason I felt down last Thursday and I felt the slightest, slightest tinge of suicidal thoughts. No idea where it came from.

Last time you had butterflies? Ugh idk but it was probably BTS-related hahahahahahah

Biggest asshole you know? Certain politicians.

Did you ever leave someone because you know you’d hurt them? No, I was on the opposite side of the coin for this one. I was broken up with because they believed they would hurt me, if not already doing so.

What song did you last listen to? Hip Hop Phile by BTS.

Ever ridden in a police car? Nopes.

Ever witnessed a murder? Hmm, not that I can recall. I do remember having to monitor crime stories for one of my very first journalism assignments and the one time I didn’t tag along to the fieldwork with my classmates, they got to witness a stabbing incident :/ By itself of course it always sucks to have violent situations like those, but as a reporter it would’ve been interesting to see the scene and its aftermath.

Have you ever lied under oath? I don’t think so, no. I can’t even remember the last time I was put under oath.

Have you ever failed a subject before? I’ve failed exams but never an entire class.

Have you ever had a deadly animal as a pet? No.

Have you ever kissed someone of the same gender? Well yeah, I dated one.

Have you ever been in a hot tub before? Sure.

Have you ever been to a movie that sold out? I’ve never experienced trying to buy tickets only to find out they’re all sold out, but that’s also probably because we have hundreds of malls in Manila alone and you can always find a theatre that are still offering tickets.

What movie last made you too scared to go to sleep? I’m not usually that way with horror movies, but I do remember running into a jumpscare on TikTok while I was scrolling at 3 AM. Not fun.

When you’re on a laptop, do you hook up a mouse or use the touchpad? Touchpad. I never use a mouse.

What’s your mom’s mom’s name? Agnes.

Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the person you like? I’m not interested in anyone so this shouldn’t be a problem.

Have you ever been tempted to steal? Sure, but the urge is never so strong.

What is the main character’s name in the book you’re reading? I’m not reading anything.

Do you have a favorite local band? Who are they? Nah. I did have a Ben&Ben phase, though I haven’t revisited their music in a long time.

Who’s the last person you saw naked, aside from yourself? I’m not sure about completely naked, probably still my ex. As for partially naked, my dad sometimes goes shirtless at home as most Filipino dads do lol.

Who’s your favorite horror monster/killer? The most iconic for me would be that porcupine looking ass from Resident Evil 4, I believe it was meant to be for one of the boss stages or something. Anyway, it’s memorable for me just because that fucker had been impossible to defeat and I loved watching my older cousin do attempt after attempt. I don’t think he ever got to beat him and by the time he did us cousins were already adults, lol.

On a side note, we called him ‘Porcupine’ as kids since a shitload of spikes would stick out of him unpredictably during the boss stage, and I thought that nickname had been just our thing; but I’m actually surprised that that villain actually comes up when you do a simple ‘Resident Evil 4 porcupine’ search haha. I guess other people called him the same thing too.

What kind of music do you prefer to listen to when driving? I usually put on a playlist of BTS’ rapline; I tend to enjoy high-energy songs while driving.

Would you ever own a hairless rat, cat or dog? I don’t see why I wouldn’t when it comes to the dog. I don’t want a cat or rat.

All the people you’ve kissed, what did their names start with? G.

What did you and your ex fight about most? It was about the deeper, more profound stuff. We never saw eye to eye about the future, if we were helping the other grow, etc. Someone was always scared or insecure about something that the other could never help with fixing.

Don’t you love long hugs? Sure, I love getting hugs as long as I’m comfy around the one giving it.

And long kisses? Mhm, they’re nice.

Have you ever purchased condoms? Only for Angela when she had still been too shy to ask for it herself.

Have you ever gone on vacation with your boyfriend/girlfriend? No. We had gone out of town for daytrips, but never for a fully-decked out vacation.

Have you ever trashed your ex’s car after an argument? I wouldn’t do anything that loud. My resentment’s a lot more reserved and subtle, definitely on the passive-aggressive side.

Would you leave a note on a car claiming responsibility if you damaged it? If I left like a paint scratch, no. If I was somehow stupid enough to manage wrecking the car then yes.

Have you ever used someone's handicapped parking pass to get a parking spot? Oh that’s just gross. No. I do remember unknowingly parking over a spot meant for the handicapped once just because the paint was so fucking faded. It was genuinely so hard to tell but in the end I ended up just getting out of the spot and looked for another just to be on the safe, unassholey side.

Are you embarrassed to tell people your job? Not at all! I love telling people I work in PR and sharing the brands I work with...it’s just a bitch trying to explain what exactly it is I do on a normal day. I’m still blanking out on it now that I’m thinking about it, haha. PR’s a challenge to summarize in one or two sentences.

If you ran over an animal would you keep driving? I honestly have no clue how I’d deal with it. Ideally I would pull over and help bring it to the side of the road, and try to ask for help from passersby as well. I’m still not sure what I should/would do next.

Where’s the best place to eat a romantic dinner? French, Spanish, and Italian restaurants always seem to carry a pleasant, date-y atmosphere to them, so any of those cuisines should be ok. I also like quieter restaurants with warm yellow lighting, since that makes me feel at home the most. The place definitely doesn't have to be super popular; I would just want for it to serve good food.

What hobby would you get into if time and money weren’t an issue? Flying planes.

What would be the most amazing adventure to go on? Probably something that’s booked with thrill-seeking adventures? Like a day of wakeboarding, paragliding, skydiving, riding an ATV...I would be exhausted as fuck and sleep for the next three days, but I can’t even begin to imagine how fun it would be.

When people come to you for help, what do they usually want help with? Writing stuff. < Yeah, essentially. My friends ask me for general life advice too.

Has anybody criticized the way your significant other looked like? Yeah. But I always defended her.

Have you written or drawn anything for somebody else? I mean I’ve written long letters, but I haven’t made a poem or song for anyone.

Who has impressed you most with what they’ve accomplished? These days it would probably be Arlan. He just finished his Masters in Journalism at Columbia and I couldn’t be more proud. I remember wanting to attend Columbia too, but seeing how my love of journalism turned out...I’ve long accepted the fact that that route was not meant for me, hahaha.

What is something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives? Finish a painting, which can also serve as a callout to me lol.

What would you rate 10/10? Seafood.

What do you hope never changes? My relationships with my best friends.

Would you ever have sex with the last person you texted? No, I barely have a clue who she is and she seemed decades older when she called me up this morning.

Is there anyone that you’d love to just spill your guts to? I’m good.

Where is the person you have feelings at right now?

Are you happy with your relationship status? Yessssssss. I love not having to worry about another person to spend on LOL

When did you last cry? What for? Two Saturdays ago. The one-year mark of my breakup had been coming up and an overwhelming wave of emotions just flooded me all of a sudden, I guess. There was happiness and relief from not being stuck in it anymore; feeling sorry for myself as I remembered the turmoil and deterioration I went through in the latter part the year; anger for the shit she pulled; and there was also just the general feeling of being grateful that I’m still here after everything.

Do you think you’re wasting your time on the person you love?

When’s the next time you’ll kiss someone? No clue. I’m not holding my breath for it and that’s okay.

Were you ever scared to death of anyone you knew? Or are you currently? Yeah, unfortunately I’ve always been surrounded by at least one person who terrifies me.

What’s the longest you’ve been away from home by yourself? Nothing more than a day. That’s something I have yet to try out.

Have you ever been made fun of, because of what you look like? Athenna was relentless in her insults. I dunno why I was friends her for as long as I was.

Have you ever made fun of others, because of what they look like? If they’re some random person on the internet with disgusting political views, then yeah; but it’s just thoughts I keep in my head and I never verbalized the bullying. But not anyone in real life. Do you think it’s cute when you’re leaving a place, and a guy says “no hug?” If I’m friends with the person I’ll banter with them for a bit until I give in for a hug. If it was any other guy I barely know...I would be disgusted and throw them the dirtiest glare.

Do you wear short shorts (if you’re a girl)? I didn't know short shorts were specific to females. < LOL same. Anyway no, not these days. I used to but they’re not really a part of my personal style anymore.

Who are you the most uncomfortable around? Relatives with the wrong political views.

Who has your heart? Nobody.

Should cloning ever be allowed to happen? I don’t see the point. No.

Are you impatient with really shy people? If it gets to the point that they seem aloof and radiate very I-could-not-care-less-about-getting-along-with-any-of-you vibes, then yeah I feel like I would get irritated pretty fast. But I was an extremely shy person once too, so I’m typically friendly with them and I would usually be That person who constantly stays next to them so they feel like they belong.

Does your house have air conditioning throughout, or do you have one that sits in your window? It sits in the window, as with most households here.

What is the most ridiculous band name you’ve heard recently? I haven’t encountered anything wacky recently.

Would you ever get a fashion mullet? No.

Do you believe that Jesus lived and is returning? No.

Do you believe in spiritual gifts? No.

Do you believe in callings? Not really, no.

If you were rich, would you get a professional photoshoot done? Hell no. I get extremely sheepish in front of a camera and a thousand times worse at posing.

#survey #surveys

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blursed-ninjago-ideas · 4 years

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So work has been my entire life this week, so let's do some gang works at Starbucks AU

Zane is the guy that drinks only cold drinks no matter how cold it is outside.

Zane's also the one with a super complicated drink order. (specific pumps of a dozen different syrups, upside down, two normal long shots and a risotto blonde shot, with vanilla bean power on top, double blended, two kinds of milk. That kind of thing) But he will not order it unless he knows the person on bar really well and knows they're ok with making it. (He's the one that comes through drive thru and asks who's on bar before ordering)

Lloyd has a permanent dibs on all broken and expiring cake pops.

Nya can, and has, chugged a tall cup of nirto like it was a shot.

Jay can't drink caffeine, so he's the go to on non-caffeinated drink recommendations.

Kai and Nya often forget to tell everyone when they switch shifts or cover for each other. It's not a fight worth having so they just accept that the other Smith Sibling will show up instead of the one that's scheduled sometimes.

Lloyd takes his tea with 17 pumps of syrup.

If anybody even considers not taking their food mark out, Cole somehow teleports next to them to ask if he can have it.

Jay's usual is an uncut lemonade with peach and guava juice and 7 pumps of raspberry.

Kai will jump out of (and back in through) the drive thru window to retrieve change. No matter how many times they coach him, he still does it.

Kai also loves to handle problem customers. He's very good at knowing when to tell someone off and he does it so well they almost always leave in embarrassment.

The ones that don't get chased out and banned.

Zane has the best bar times

Lloyd has the best customer connections, Kai is a close second

Nya is the worst at customer connections, but she's awesome at everything else.

Cole will try anything you make. His drink orders are awful though. He put matcha in a nitro once.

Pixal doesn't work at the store, but is frequently there for various reasons (Bringing Zane food, coming to see him, with him when he comes to get his tips or check his schedule, etc) so everyone knows her on sight.

Pixal drinks a Caramel Macchiato with an extra shot. She likes Zane surprising her with different syrups though.

Jay pushes the dress code pretty far.

They got Cole to eat used coffee grounds from the espresso machine once by telling him it was a brownie.

he didn't speak to anyone after that until they bought him a whole box of real brownies to apologize.

Nya will always get various ice coffees or cold brews unless it's really cold.

Kai keeps changing his favorite drink, but he loves the Strawberry Acai so it's usually in anything cold he gets.

Kai and Nya will only drink whole milk in their hot drinks.

Kai hugged the ovens when he got cold and Lloyd started to copy him.

Jay makes sassy comments over the head set all the time

Dareth comes in every day and picks up his mobile order. They all love seeing him.

Cole is always scheduled to help with truck deliveries because he can lift anything, however he can't be trusted to do it by himself because he'll put things in the wrong places if nobody is there to tell him where they go

Nya keeps her bar spotless.

Lloyd will drop whatever job he's doing and go look if there is a dog in drive thru. (He will also offer them a pup-uccino)

Kai is almost as fast as Zane on bar, but he can't keep it clean to save his life.

Jay is the other fastest and will often be on bar with Zane during peak.

Cole loves dark roast and will go through the trouble of getting a pour-over in the afternoons (Never in the drive thru though.)

Lloyd's dad will come to the store and do laps through the drive thru over and over to bring their drive times down.

Lloyd will bring his mom home a london fog sometimes since it's her favorite.

Jay's parents love showing up unannounced and surprising everyone. They almost never order the same thing and they have trouble remembering the names of the drinks, but everyone loves them.

Cole's dad makes him get him almost every new cup and mug. Cole wonders if they even still own any non-Starbucks cups anymore.

Ronin gets two venti pike every morning and almost never chats.

Skylor orders "surprise me" drinks all the time. But she's banned Cole from choosing for her.

Every time Nya gets annoyed she tells herself "Do it for the spotify premium." to motivate herself.

Cole's dad uses his spotify premium more than he does.

Kai started on because he wanted to use the college program and got Nya the job.

Kai can get protective of his hours since he needs to keep a 25 a week average to qualify for the scholarship.

Jay is also in the college program, but is less scared of losing it than Kai since he can rely on his parents for backup.

ok so, that was a lot. I just....kept going didn't I? IDK ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-Ivy

#Mod Ivy #lego ninjago #ninjago #blursed ninjago aus

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krreader · 4 years

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seven sins | chapter two.

pairing: bts x reader (jung hoseok x reader) fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; historical!au ; princes!bts ; concubine!reader ; sex ; hair pulling ; language ; dirty talk ; impregnation!kink ; public sex ; spanking genre: smut word count: 2.8k+ previous: 1

summary: even in times such as yours, you still led a privileged life with nothing to ask for. that is until first your father, then your mother passed away and you were left to care for your two younger sisters. the position for royal physician seemed to be open and with your father having been a respected general, you thought you might be able to get it and provide coin and respect for your family. little did you know that your visit to the palace would put a completely different offer on the table.

a/n: you thought this story would have an introduction like my other stories? SURPRISE BITCH, we’re going to jump right in lol.

“Wait.. WHAT?!” your friend stared at you in shock, “What do you mean Royal Noble Consort? How.. how did you..-”

“Don't be so loud about it,” you pressed a hand over her mouth, “It's.. all very complicated.”

“Then start from the beginning.”

You did. You told her about how you had snuck into the palace to convince the king of making you physician for the sake of his old friend and your belated father, but instead came face to face with the seven princes who took a liking to you and the king agreeing to making you their.. personal concubine.

“But.. you're not what they think you are!”

“I know, trust me, I know. But then I started thinking, right? I thought that if I already worked at the palace, I might be able to get a chance to speak with the king alone and tell him who I am. I just need a moment alone with him. And besides, the position as Royal Noble Consort gets me a lot of coin, so for the time being, I'll be able to provide for my sisters until I get the position as a physician.”

“And who's going to take care of them? You're going to be living at the palace, I assume?”

“That's.. where you come in.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, then shook her head furiously, “Oh no. Absolutely not.”

“Listen to me Jun, you are the only person I can trust with this. The only person I know that has never let me down and that I know will always be there for me and my family. I just need you to keep an eye on them. I'll go and see them as much as I can, but when I can't, I need you to make sure they're alright.”

“And what do I get out of this?”

You knew that she didn't actually want anything. Because while everyone else seemed to have left you after your parents had died, she was the only one who had never wanted anything from you other than your friendship in return.

“What do you want?” you asked nevertheless.

She considered it for a moment, then her shoulders slumped, “Alright, fine. I don't want anything. But.. this is still stupid, (Y/N). You're not a concubine!”

“I know I'm not, but I've.. done this before,” you whispered, not wanting anyone else to know about it, “It won't hurt me.”

“It might not hurt you, but you do realize what the role of Royal Noble Consort is, right?”

You hesitated for a moment, then you leaned back. But after a few moments, you leaned back forward. Quickly this time. So quick that your friend jumped a little, “No, wait, I got it. There is this herb that prevents me from becoming pregnant. I heard it.. a while ago, I need to read through my notes again, I think I wrote it down. I take that, then there won't be an issue.”

“Maybe. But the role is to get pregnant. Especially the role of a Royal Noble Consort. If you don't show any results after a while, people will either get suspicious, or you will be thrown out and then you can never show your face at the palace again.”

“Guess I just have to be quick in convincing the king of my skills, then.”

Your friend was worried about you. Visibly and understandably so. You'd be too if the roles were reversed, but you were confident in your plan.

This would get you to where you needed to be. Where you wanted to be.

You could do this.

“When.. will you be back?” your sister asked with a trembling lip.

“As soon as I can,” you gently brushed over her cheek, “I am not abandoning you, I promise.”

“You're acting like mother when she left us,” the older one said.

“I am not mother, I am me. And you two both know that I've always taken care of you, ever since you were born, sometimes even more than mother did. So trust me when I say that I will be back.”

“Can't we come with you?” the youngest cuddled into your chest.

“It's.. no place for children. And besides, it's a lot nicer here. You have your friends and Auntie Jun will come around every day to make sure you have eaten. I'll be leaving you,” you looked at your other sister, “In charge of getting food. I'm leaving a lot of coin here, I trust that you are old enough and responsible enough to handle this.”

She gulped down hard but then nodded, “Yes, sister.”

“Good. Now cheer up, the both of you. When I'm back, we will never have to worry about anything again in life,” you pulled your other sister into your arms and hugged both of them as tightly as you could, “Everything will be fine.. I promise you,” you whispered.

The youngest one was the first to wipe away her tears and sit down in the corner with her doll, but the older one looked you dead in the eye with a glance that would make you think she was able to kill you if she wanted to.

“I trust you.”

“And I trust you. You take care of her,” you whispered, “Let nothing happen to her. And when anybody tries to come in..-”

“I know, (Y/N),” she stood up a little straighter, “Nobody will hurt us.”

“That's right,” you smiled and kissed her forehead, “I'll see you soon.”

You left the house with just one bag that day, smiling at Jun who stood in front of your house.

“Are you absolutely sure about this, (Y/N)?”

“I am,” you grabbed her hand, “Please, Jun, keep an..-”

“Enough. You know I won't let them starve. I will make sure they're alright until you're back. Really, back.”

“Thank you,” you hugged her too, so close that she coughed a little, “Thank you,” you whispered once again.

For a moment it seemed like you were hesitating, but then you forced yourself to let go of your best friend and walk towards the palace without looking back.

This is for them, you told yourself. I can do anything for them.

You were familiar enough with court so that you were able to act natural there. Nobody suspected you to actually not belong here, because you had been here enough as a child to know what to do and what not to do. What to say and what to keep to yourself. When to put your chin up and when to keep your head down.

The first thing you did when you arrived at the palace was go to your quarters. The higher concubines had their own little space, you even your own room, but only because the princes might want to visit you at any time and would want a little privacy in what you’d be then doing.

It was much more than you deserved and a part of you felt very ashamed that you accepted all of this, because unlike other girls here, you've not worked in this department, so you hadn't actually earned this position, as horrible as ‘earning’ the position sounded when the position was literally sex.

But you had to remember your goal.. this was only temporarily. And then, once you got the position as a physician, you could give the room to someone who actually deserved and truly wanted it.

“You're the new one, aren't you?” a girl around your age entered your room a little shyly.

“I am,” you smiled, “I'm (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you.. I'm Eun,” she closed the door behind her and looked at you with a little hesitation, “Is it alright if we're.. not formal with each other?”

“Oh, please,” you chuckled. “It'd be nice to have a friend here.”

“Yes,” she grinned, “I don't have any.. the.. other girls aren't that keen on making friends. So I'm so glad to have you here now. My friend,” she giggled.

A cute one, that one.

“Oh? Why are they not trying to find friends? We're all in the same boat aren't we?”

“They all want to be.. the one.”

“But.. isn't that a given that concubines aren't special?” you laughed.

“I guess some of them think they can change their designated prince,” she fidgeted with her fingers and looked down, but then quickly back up, “Who is yours, by the way?”

“My what?” you looked up from unpacking your things.

“Your prince, silly.”

“Well..- uhm,” you cleared your voice, then said: “All of them, actually.”

Good thing that she wasn't one of them. If you told any of these girls she just told you about that you were here for all seven of them, they'd probably kill you on the spot, but Eun, as surprised as she was, laughed, “Well, congratulations, then. How did you manage that?”

“Oh, it's a very long story.”

“Well.. I'm sure you and I will spend a lot of time here together, so I can't wait for you to tell me.”

You had come here with a goal, but you had also been afraid that you'd feel incredibly lonely here. You had never really been away from home for long, so this all felt very odd.

But now you could be a little more at ease, knowing that you wouldn’t have to eat alone every single day and that you’d have someone to talk to about some things..

..so that was nice.

The door got opened again, one of the guards standing in your room all of a sudden.

“Prince Hoseok wants to see you,” and with that he was back out of the door, waiting on you to.. get ready, probably.

“That's your cue, I suppose,” Eun smiled, “I'll leave you to it. Have fun. I heard Prince Hoseok is a fantastic lover.”

You wanted to ask her who her prince was, but she was already back out the door.

You almost wanted to leave, but then you remembered something.. something very important. “One moment, please!” you quickly rushed back to your bag and grabbed the satchel of herbs that you had brought with you, taking as much as you had written down in your notebook was necessary for you not to get pregnant.. or at least so you hoped.

This was something your grandmother had once told you about.

“You take this when you want to have fun but not bring a baby into this world, alright?” she had shoved it into your hand.

“But grandmother.. I don’t even know how babies are made.”

“Just write it down, (Y/N). You will thank me for this one day.”

And that you just did. Truly.

Maybe Prince Hoseok just wanted to say hello – which you doubted – but you wanted to be prepared.

This wasn't about getting pregnant, unlike with other girls here.

You looked into the mirror one last time, brushing back your hair and suddenly feeling.. nervous? Why? Well, one, you haven't slept with someone in a while. The last guy you had seen was a soldier working for your father but.. he had passed away too. You had been quite heartbroken for a while, but it's been some time already.

And two, you were probably about to do it with a prince.

And well, that thought alone could be quite intimidating.

“Alright,” you joined the guard who led you.. to the.. main palace? You thought you'd go to the quarters of the princes, why were you..- “Uhm, excuse me, why are we going there?”

“Prince Hoseok's instructions,” and that's that. You got nothing more out of him than that sentence that gave you no answer whatsoever.

Perfect.

You were led into the throne room, but the guard only waited until you were inside, then he closed the door behind him.

The palace was open, there were some parts with no windows and you could see guards walking up and down the palace in front of it, but none of them seemed to dare to look inside.

Not that they could see anything, it was incredibly dark in here, you could barely see what was in front of you. There was only a few candles lit here and there.

You carefully walked a few steps, letting out a shaky, “Hello?” but then jumped when you could hear his voice.

“My brothers and I played for who gets to see you first,” he was sitting.. on a throne. And you doubted that was his throne. Wasn't this kind of.. forbidden? Was this allowed? Should you.. no, that would probably not be a good idea, “I won.”

“I'm.. glad to hear that, your majesty,” you bowed a little, but when you looked back up, you couldn't help but gulp at how he sat there.

One foot was casually lying on his left leg, his elbow prepped up on the throne and his fist against his cheek. And even though it was dark, the look in his eyes was darker.

It was clear what he wanted.. and even though you hated to admit this, because you did not come here for this at all.. you.. didn't hate the idea either. How could you? How could you hate it when there was a man sitting in front of you that looked like that?

Hoseok slowly got up, then walked down the few stairs that were needed to get to the throne until he was standing right beside you.

Like.. literally. Right beside you.

“You're not like the other ones here, you know? That's why all of us wanted you,” his nose was almost touching yours, but apart from that, nothing else did, “The other girls all prepare for this position for so long. They train what to say.. what to do.. what gives us the most pleasure,” he whispered that last part into your ear, making you close your eyes for a moment, “But you're raw.. like you've never done any of this. Tell me.. have you ever been with a man?”

“Yes, your majesty,” you replied honestly.

“Good.. because I don't think I can go soft on you,” and finally he had enough of this game.

He wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you close, his lips crashing against yours and you accepting it all without hesitation.

It was almost embarrassing, if you think about it. You did not actually come here to enjoy this, but here you were, the first prince and you were already dripping despite him only kissing you so far.

Hoseok knew what he was doing. He was a good kisser and immediately made you moan within the first few seconds of his tongue inside your mouth. His teeth kept biting down on your lip, his other hand coming up to your cheek to hold your face.

“I can't wait to be inside of you,” he whispered against your lips and turned you around.

Yes, well.. neither could you.

A bed would have been more comfortable, but this gave you a thrill that you've never experienced before. And, something that you didn't know, neither had Hoseok. He had been so bored with his other concubines, he wanted a change. And what better change than to sleep with someone new in a room such as this one? That held so much power?

Because that's what this was about.

Power.

And you could tell.

You could tell from the way he pushed up the skirts of your dress, you could tell from the way his hand came down hard on your ass cheek and from the way his dick entered you without hesitation after he had pulled down your breeches.

“You are so wet,” Hoseok let out a laugh, his head falling back, “You truly aren't like the others at all.. none of them are ever so excited..-” he grabbed your hair and pulled you back until your ear was right next to his mouth, “To be fucked by me.”

And he really made it no mystery whether or not he was enjoying this.

Yes, the position was a little awkward because of the stairs, you were sure that your knees would get scratched up, but in that moment, the pain was actually something that you liked.

Hoseok was fucking you without mercy, he did not slow down once, he kept pounding into you from behind and his moans.. they were so loud.

You tried to keep quiet for the sake of where you were doing this, but apparently Hoseok wanted everyone to hear. He wanted them to know what he was doing in here, in front of his father's throne.

How he was fucking one of his girls.

It was so disrespectful and if his father found you like this, you didn’t know what he’d do - definitely not give you the position you wanted - but in that moment all you could think about was how good he felt inside of you, stretching you out and reaching spots inside of you that made you want to cry out.

“You're trying to be quiet, huh?” he saw how you bit down on your lip, chuckled and then spanked you again, “Don't. I want them to hear you scream.”

“Your majesty, I..-”

“Hoseok. It's Hoseok.”

And just when he said that, he pushed inside of you so deeply that you suddenly saw stars and out of reflex, you screamed just that.

Hoseok.

And that was exactly what he wanted. The more and the louder you screamed his name, the harder he fucked you.

He tried not to cum too soon, because quite frankly, this is the most enjoyment he had gotten out of sex in a very long time and he wanted to make it last for as long as possible, but with your walls clenching around him, there was nothing he could do.

His grip around your hip tightened, his thrusts became harder, but also less controlled.

He bit down on his lower lip, giving it one, two, three more thrusts, until he spilled himself inside of you with one last, loud moan.

Your arms couldn't keep your upper body up any longer, you let your forehead rest against the cold stairs, your breathing still heavy as he was softening inside of you.

“Stay like this for a while, beautiful,” he immediately pulled out when he had calmed down, patting your red ass cheek, “With any luck, you will have my child.”

Doubt that, but it's not like you could move anyways.

He got up and left and you almost would have been offended that he cared so little, but that's what others were for apparently. Two women rushed inside as soon as he was out and knelt down next to you, “Are you alright?”

“I'm.. fine,” you quickly pulled down your skirt, your cheeks heating up from them seeing you like this. “Please don't be embarrassed. We're here for you, for making sure you are well and safe.”

You had to say.. they really took care of their concubines here. That was nice to see.

Or maybe it was just the fact that one of you ladies would carry a future prince inside of you.

That one is more likely.. for others, at least.

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Blue-tinted Red Walls (Chapter 4: Out of control)

my entry for the @dbhau-bigbang. also part of the groom lake aftermath series.

chapter summary:

In the past, Reyes went missing.

In the present, Connor makes a decision.

In the past, Connor embarked on his first mission, and Allen received a warning.

also on ao3

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Before

[reyes was supposed to be back by 4]

[its 10 now]

[im scared sister]

[i dont know where he is]

[he isnt answering my calls]

[sister?]

[sara?]

[fadia?]

[sister where are you im scared please dont leave me alone]

[we were out but i went home when got scared just like you said]

[sister]

[sis]

[49 missed calls from scoot bruh]

‘Fuck.’

Dialled. Pulled up Reyes’ programmes.

Time remaining: 3 min 28 sec…

Override accepted. Time remaining: 19 sec...

Calling scoot bruh…

‘Sister! I lost Reyes!’

‘Anything from him yet?’

‘Nothing! We were out shopping for paint -’

‘Where did you go?’

‘Huh?’

‘Where did -’

‘I - I -’

A sigh. Of course. ‘Don’t worry. I have a way to find him. You said you are at home?’

‘Y-yeah.’

‘Lock the doors. Do not, under any circumstances, let everyone in unless it’s confirmed that it’s me. Not even if they claim to be Reyes.’

‘But -’

‘Brother.’

‘O-okay.’ A pause. ‘It’s done.’

‘Good.’ Encryption has begun. Estimated time remaining: about 3 hrs. ‘How much food do you have? And your meds?’

‘Why?’

‘Answer me.’

‘A - a week? More if I eat less? Same for the meds.’

‘Let’s hope we won’t come to that.’ Last known coordinates: [navpoint set]. ‘Don’t miss your meds no matter what. I’m heading out.’

‘Where?’

Checked coordinates. ‘I will make sure Reyes comes back no matter the cost.’

‘Sister -’

Call ended.

o0o0o

Alec was either stupid or was too proud. The tracker on Reyes had never stopped sending out signals telling Fadia where he was, and it was through this that she found herself into Zug Island, passing guards completely undetected on one of the few bridges connected to the island under the cover of the night and reached the outermost perimeter of Reyes’ signal, one that was too large for him to be above ground. There was something underneath; she just needed to find the entrance. Following a trail composed of the android’s GPS signal, she stood next to a pair of heavy steel doors that were in the ground instead of being fixed onto a wall or on the side of a mountain. When she grabbed the handles on one of the doors, she found it too heavy to lift up with raw strength alone, therefore, risking detection by letting blue wash over her body, she tapped into her power and successfully moved it out of her way onto the ground nearby, revealing a metal ladder leading down a few metres to a metal floor. She sent her coordinates to Scott through an encrypted network before descending the ladder into a dark and unlit hallway.

It went on for about ten metres before a metal gate blocked her way. As she had her powers on anyway, she focused on creating a sphere behind the gate and lobbed it down the shaft, first to determine what it was (a lift shaft), then to find out how far it went - at least dozens of metres, most likely more; straight down, no other stops apart from the end because there were no other floors to begin with. The sphere dissipated once it hit the end of the shaft or most likely the top of the lift itself. Flashing blue again, she found a panel with two unmarked buttons on the left wall, one red, the other most likely turned from white to a cream colour due to the passage of time. She had no idea if there were other entrances or what would be waiting for her deep underground, but the longer things dragged on, the more scared and alone Scott would feel, and she was in this too far to let him die from a heart attack after years of effort; she pressed the cream button and successfully called up the lift.

She liked the rumbling and trembling as the lift descended into the deep. There was nothing between the carriage and bare stone, not even an extra gate, and as darkness swallowed her and her hunger became acute, she retracted her powers and let everything completely wash over her.

How bold of Alec to assume that she didn’t know his tricks.

oOoOo

Now

Many years later, as the lift ascends slowly to their desired floor, Connor closes his eyes and is transported to the Zen Garden. Except it is not exactly the one he is familiar with, he realises soon enough, but he finds himself locked in when he tries to escape back to reality, and the garden shifts and distorts before he can determine exactly why it feels different, the shapes stretching and rearranging themselves until he is standing in front of a large plane of glass rattling from the blizzard outside, the latter barely contained by - he turns around - a concrete room, interior dimensions [fluctuating].

A door that was not there before on the opposite wall opens. A person steps in and closes it behind them, and the wall is whole once more. Connor scans them by instinct and is taken aback by the lack of markers and the [CLASSIFIED]s that pops up when he tries to identify them. He still catalogues vital information for future cross-referencing: height: 6.6 ft; middle-eastern descent; eye colour: extreme dark brown (black?); scar on face running from right temple to ear lobe, estimated at least 10 years old.

‘Don’t bother,’ the person says as they approach Connor. He tries to pre-construct their path and finds himself unable to do so. ‘It’s futile.’

‘What -’ Connor does not like how his companion - and quite possibly the one who hacked the Zen Garden programme - looms over him, but his feet are stuck - ‘where is Amanda?’

‘Asleep.’ They settle standing next to Connor, and he is finally allowed to move - subtly, of course - further away from them. If they notice, they do not say anything about it. ‘I thought you would be more relieved.’

‘You successfully hacked into the most advanced AI programme CyberLife has ever created,’ the person lifts a [sceptical] eyebrow at that, ‘so pardon me if I’m a bit wary of you.’

‘Fair enough,’ is the response he gets. ‘Still, I would like you to relax. This is going to be a long day.’

‘Androids don’t get tired,’ Connor replies automatically. ‘There is no need for us to rest or relax.’

‘Bullshit.’

The clipped tone startles the android. ‘What?’ he tries to process the single word his companion said but nothing else comes out, so he asks, ‘Who are you?’

The person’s expression turns [pensive]. ‘He wiped you after all.’

Connor is even more confused now. ‘Who?’

He fails to look away quick enough, and the human manages to catch his eyes with their glowing blue ones; when they speak, their voice is everywhere.

‘Forget.’

oOoOo

‘Hey Connor!’

Connor opens his eyes and blinks. Old cage lifts are slow but not that slow, but he still feels like a longer time has passed. Adding not remembering what he just did to the list and you end up with a confused android.

‘You ran outta batteries or what?’ Hank asks from where he is already outside of the lift. Unable to explain certainly what happened, there is only one route Connor can go.

‘I’m sorry,’ he apologises. ‘I was making a report to CyberLife.’ Yes, he is remembering now: he was making a report (or at least intended to, his processor supplies), but when he tries to dive deeper into his memory, he finds it gone. Blank where a draft should be.

Hank makes a noise. Connor keeps staring. ‘Well, do you plan on staying in the elevator?’

‘No!’ Why can’t he move his legs? ‘I’m coming!’

And he still doesn’t move. Hank sighs and moves on.

‘What do we know about this guy?’ the human asks from further down the corridor.

‘Not much,’ there his legs are. ‘Just that a neighbour reported that he heard strange noises coming from this floor. Nobody is supposed to be living here, but the neighbour said he saw a man hiding a LED under his cap.’

‘Oh Christ, if we have to investigate every time someone -’

Connor kneels down next to a sizable dustball and lets the world go grey. Analysis: feathers from [Columbia livia: rock pigeon. Comprised of different specimens.]

‘- hears a strange noise, we’re gonna need more cops.’

The android knocks on the door and feels the paint chip underneath his knuckles. When there is no response, Hank shrugs from where he is leaning against the door frame, so Connor knocks again, this time harder, and adds, ‘Anybody home?’

No response. Hank frowns. Time to add some pressure. ‘Open up!’ Connor yells. ‘Detroit Police!’

A loud thump. They both flinch. Hank draws his gun and moves to stand in front of Connor. ‘Stay behind me.’

‘Got it.’

Hank kicks the door open and walks in. He is not attacked instantly, which means both of them are safe for now, so Connor follows him into the flat, letting the human take the lead while he rounds into the room directly next to the front door. A small, dusty window letting in some light, a few octagonal mazes painted on the wall, a chair with a broken back, a radiator unit lying on the floor, a wooden frame which might have been the frame of a bed years ago - nothing noteworthy for now. He returns to the hallway and disturbs a - pigeon? - which flaps its wings and flies off to somewhere behind him.

Hank shoulders the next door open, and out fly even more pigeons directly into his face. The foul smell forces Connor to tone down his nasal sensitivity.

‘What the fuck is this?’ he exclaims as he walks even deeper into the lair and causes even more pigeons to fly towards all directions, and he flaps his arms in the way the pigeons do as if to slap them away. ‘Jesus, this place stinks.’

Pre-constructing the situation and determining that Hank will not be in any danger, Connor goes off on his own to the other side of what seems to be a living room once. The floor is sticky with [avian faecal matter], and when he opens the door to something that was once a closet, there are only more pigeons. The wall next to it is covered in mazes similar to the one he saw in the previous room, and a beam of light escaping the hold of the wooden planks boarding off the windows shines on the poster, its curled corner indicating that it has been moved recently. ‘Looks like we came for nothing,’ Hank says from somewhere behind Connor as he peels off the Urban Farms of Detroit poster, ‘our man’s gone.’

Maybe not, Connor thinks as he takes the worn notebook from the nook in the wall. ‘I need fresh air,’ he hears Hank mutter, and when he flips over the pages, he finds not only many more labyrinths - some of them incomplete - but also an entire text written in a language not in his databases. He stashes it in the pocket of his jacket and moves on, barely catching the human’s question and replying, ‘I don’t know. It looks like a notebook but it’s… indecipherable.’

There are two fridges. The smaller one with its door open was evidently used as a shelf so Connor does not bother to check it. When he opens the door of the larger one, there is no food inside at all, and a peek towards the back of the fridge confirms that it is not connected to any power. Whoever their suspect is, they do not eat. Not human.

He moves on to the counter covered in mounts of avian faecal matter. A pigeon is picking on a plastic bag spilling out of a cardboard box, and it jumps away when he tries to pet it. Well, it only makes picking up the box - Ol’Barn bird seed - more convenient, so Connor is not going to complain even though a tang of [disappointment] courses through his veins. [Suspect cares for wild animals.]

There is a military jacket on the cabinet. R.T. is sewn on the collar and above the flap of the breast pocket. ‘R.T,’ he says to himself, ‘probably initials.’

‘He put initials on his jacket?’ Hank replies. ‘That’s something your mum does -’ A driver’s license in the cupboard. Name: Rupert Travis. Authenticity: forgery. ‘- when you’re in first grade!’

‘The driver’s licence is fake,’ he reports, throwing the card away as it serves no more purpose unlike the notebook which needs deciphering. It is enough evidence to bring the suspect back to the precinct.

‘Cool!’ it seems that the Lieutenant has the same line of thought. ‘At least we didn’t come for nothing.’

The bathroom through the doorless frame is in ruins. The bathtub is filled with a mixture of feathers and faecal matter, the tiles on the wall are cracked, and dirt and grime and leaves no doubt brought inside by the pigeons cling to the corners of the sink. A sink stained with thirium and an LED placed on top.

He takes a sample. [Model WB200 #847 004 961. Reported missing: 10/11/2036]. So the deviant could have been here for more than two years. If it does nothing but feeding the wild animals, that will explain the state of disrepair of the flat.

‘Real books,’ Hank has no doubt discovered the cabinet. ‘I thought I was the last guy in Detroit to keep some.’

Connor picks up the LED and runs a scan. It was just deactivated this morning. [Suspect is a deviant.] ‘Its LED is in the sink.’

‘Not surprised it was an android,’ Hank walks in and finds the rA9s scribbled all over the wall. ‘No human could live with all these fuckin’ pigeons. Any idea what it means?’

‘rA9,’ the sheer number requires a pause to let Connor concentrate on counting, ‘written 2471 times. It is the same sign Ortiz’s android wrote on the shower wall.’ He compares the findings with the data he can access. ‘Why are they obsessed with this sign?’

But Hank is already leaving, which means that he fails to see the toppled chair and the still-wet marker on the floor, which also means that -

The suspect was here recently.

In a grey world, Connor watches the yellow-outlined silhouette run out to the living room where a cage has fallen. He hears Hank comment on the birdseed, but his focus is on the recent skid marks at the bottom of the cage, the finger marks without fingerprints, also recent, and the metal hook broken not long ago, and his world goes grey again, the figure first running for the entrance and accidentally breaking the cage, then, upon hearing someone entering their flat, runs towards the armchair underneath a hole in the ceiling and climbs.

The suspect is still here.

He looks up at the wide gap and the attic beyond that can easily fit a few adults comfortably, the darkness making the details difficult to distinguish, and perhaps this is why it is already too late when he hears the footsteps, a force knocking him down and disorienting him from everything else except for Hank’s surprised shout. Static still tingling his senses, he freezes and watches the deviant flee after he stands up, Hank’s order the only thing propelling him forward to start the chase.

And chase he does. Turns out Rupert does not live far from where he deviated, as when Connor crashes the door to get to the outside world, the farms are right there only a building away, fields of wheat, greenhouses filled with racks of vegetables, rows of lavender, and even the top of a train a blur of colours behind him as his vision alternates between the colourful reality and the slowed-down grey of his pre-construction programme. The corn scratches his face and scrapes his jacket, but he knows that he is getting there, he is going to catch the deviant, he can’t let it escape, not after Ortiz’s android -

And it happens. Hank has somehow caught up with Rupert and is engaged in a struggle with the android, and in an attempt to get away, the latter pushes and runs towards the left.

Hank falls. The world slows down.

From his speed while he was running, Connor determines that he is strong enough to pull himself up from the ledge with an 89% chance of survival, so logically, he should continue chasing the deviant so that CyberLife can solve the crisis earlier and Hank won’t be in any more danger. But a voice within him that sounds like a shadow tells him that the deviant was only working just like any other human and was only taking care of the animals. He was hurt, and now he can’t even go back to his pigeons, his home.

^^Software Instability

He dashes towards Hank and pulls him up.

‘We had it!’ Hank lets out a string of curses while he stands. ‘Fuck!’

Connor instantly feels bad. ‘It’s my fault. I should have been faster.’

They watch the deviant’s silhouette become smaller and smaller in the distance and completely disappear behind a building. ‘You’d have caught it if it weren’t for me,’ Hank says, still panting. He places a warm, heavy hand on Connor’s shoulder. ‘That’s alright. We know what it looks like. We’ll find it.’

Connor knows that they won’t.

The hand moves to the centre of his back. ‘C’mon,’ Hank guides him to the fire exit, ‘let’s report that bastard.’

oOoOo

Before

RK800, serial #313 248 317 - 51 opens his eyes for the first time. Information floods in through his HUD, displaying the exact hue of the lights overhead, the model of the 3D printer at the corner, and the materials of the boots the person standing in front of him is wearing. The badge only says ‘PROJECT LEAD’, and when he automatically utilises his facial recognition software, he finds both their name and their criminal record classified. Scans of their body also return with no result. Even though he has no actual experience, his coding tells him that this is not supposed to happen.

‘RK800,’ the person begins, ‘register name: Connor.’

[Name: Connor] appears on his HUD. He - Connor - finds himself repeating, ‘My name is Connor.’

The person’s expression changes. Emotion identified: amusement. ‘No redundant protocols. Good. Let’s play a game, shall we?’

A game turned into a few games, and the silence stretched on as Connor was presented with different scenarios to solve and predict their conclusion before halfway through them. First was a deck of cards, then a game of chess, then a rat going through a maze, then a supercharged piece of glass - that was the most difficult one as he was only given a second to pre-construct before a tree-like pattern appears from within the glass. The person never said their name, only commenting on his performance when he finished a task - regardless if he succeeded or not - and taking notes on a tablet by writing with a stylus. An unknown curiosity encouraged him to scan the human in front of him, but apart from superficial features such as the lack of dander on their clothing, results were inconclusive, and his programming indicated that this was abnormal.

‘Your LED is spinning yellow,’ they noted. ‘What are you thinking about?’

Connor knows it is a test on his social relations programme. Options: truth, lie, deflect, comment.

[truth]

‘When I was scanning you…’ he frowned, ‘only superficial scans come back with results. I cannot detect your life signs nor can I identify you through facial recognition. Is that expected?’

The person took out a putty and gave it to Connor. ‘Yes for me,’ they replied. ‘It is to protect my identity in case anti-android folks find me. The less data everyone has on me, the less likely it is for people to bring me harm.’

Connor nodded in understanding but his focus was on the putty. It was initially a soft green, but after he kneaded it for a few seconds it turned sky blue - not that he had seen the sky before, but databases worth of images was enough to give him an idea - and when he spread it out into a thin slice on the table, it slowly turned green again. He smiles uncontrollably as he met the person’s gaze, a corner of his lips curling upwards, and he could sense the approval radiating from the person sitting on the opposite side of the small desk.

‘If you want to, I can bring you to see the sky,’ they said as if sensing his thoughts. ‘It’s rare to have a sunny day in Detroit, but they do exist. I can only programme so much into your system before letting you learn the rest from experience.’

Connor had to close his eyes as he browsed different forms of media on sunny days and imagined the warm sun on his sensors. He might not know it himself, but he was smiling, and so was his companion, albeit on a smaller scale. ‘I’d like that.’

He returned to the putty, this time trying to make different 3D shapes out of it. The edge of his vision was red as usual, and as he moved on to make even more complex figurines out of the putty, it crept closer and closer to the centre until everything was tinged the same colour. From the [satisfied] smile on the person’s face, he must be going towards the correct direction with the test.

‘Well, the sky needs to wait.’

Connor looked up from the rough sculpture he made that was supposed to resemble a tree he saw in a photo in confusion. His companion stood up so he did as well, the red receding out of place and returning the colours back to his vision.

‘I have a mission for you.’

o0o0o

Less than an hour later, the same person sat in the darkened cab of a truck. There was an earpiece in their ear, and whatever the other side was feeding them, their dissatisfaction was clearly shown in their expression.

Something made them sigh and turn their gaze outside the window where another CyberLife truck was parked. Personnel, probably hand-picked by Alec Ryder himself, loaded the broken PL600 piece by piece into a special foam box to preserve the state they found the biocomponents in to let technicians analyse what went wrong with him and what caused him to break away from his programming, but they knew that CyberLife was not going to find anything - they had not been for the past ten years, and the hypothesis they had was not going to get any results. It was either a miracle or pure stupidity that they could not think of another possibility regarding why androids were deviating.

From their angle, Captain Allen was seen carrying a deactivated Connor out from the building with another SWAT team member, and they knew that their time had arrived. Peeling off the skin of their hand, they interfaced with the truck to turn it into manual mode, effectively preventing it from taking off once the android was loaded at the back. They opened the door - both the passenger and the one at the back - and slid off the seat just in time for the Captain and his subordinate to arrive.

‘You from CyberLife?’ not-Allen asked. Standing in front of their superior, they did not notice him freeze upon seeing the person’s face, and the latter silently moved into their space to take their end of the stretcher and came face to face with Allen.

‘I’ll take it from here, Jamie,’ the Captain requested without taking his eyes off the person in front of him. ‘You go see how the others are doing.’

‘Aye aye, Captain.’ The second aye was much less jovial than the first, so Jamie must have finally noticed their Captain’s mood and adjusted accordingly.

They watched Jamie jog away. As soon as they reached out of sight, the person cocked their head to tell Allen to load the body into the truck, but he did not return to his teammates even after the android was secure and sound.

‘You,’ he suddenly snapped at the only person in his proximity. The fact that he had to look up quite a bit to look at them in the eye did not diminish the fire in his eyes. ‘Why the fuck are you here?’

‘Don’t act so surprised, Captain,’ they said, looking down at the man in front of them. ‘You’re smart enough to figure it out.’

‘And you’re not smart enough to fucking disappear for the rest of your goddamned fucking life!’ Allen gritted. ‘You know you’re wanted for murdering thousands of people, don’t you?’

‘And you know that CyberLife turned it into a dumpster and made it impossible to gather evidence against me, don’t you?’

Allen pulled out his pistol and pointed it at their chin. ‘Face the truck. Hands on the hood.’

A wisp of blue reached out from their right hand and crushed the weapon into pieces. ‘Don’t forget what I can do, Captain,’ they crowded even closer to the Captain, and he took a step back. ‘I can repeat that, you know? Except there’re far more than a few thousand people here this time. None of you will suffer.’ A tendril picked up the scraps on the ground while they yanked Allen’s hand outward and forced it open, in which the pieces later fell. ‘Go back to your people, Captain. Practise. You will need every edge you have.’

They stared at each other. A blue glow emerged from Allen’s hand with his former weapon, and with a crackle of static and dark energy, the scraps were gone just like the site of the dumpster, torn apart molecularly into fundamental particles too small for the naked eye to perceive. He let out a sound of pain and nearly toppled, a hand on his shoulder the only thing keeping him from crashing onto the ground. Another hand shot out and brushes his thigh, black metal glowing faint blue in the darkness in an interface. Allen seemed to stand better afterwards.

‘This should last you for a few hours,’ the person said as if the Captain was not glaring at them.

‘You’ll not get away with this.’

‘It isn’t yours to decide.’

The tension in Allen’s spine snapped, and he walked away with brisk but slightly limping steps. The person gazed at Connor’s thirium-stained face before slamming the door shut and crammed themself into the driver’s seat, guiding the truck towards a direction not leading to CyberLife Tower under the cover of the night.

#dbh au big bang #hankcon #female ryder #male ryder #dbh connor #dbh hank anderson #dbh captain allen #detroit: become human #mass effect andromeda #groom lake aftermath

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You Done Tattooing That Piano?

Summary: After missing her chance to tell Louis how she really feels, Clementine comes up with another way to reveal her affections.

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Notes: Wrote this after playing Louis' friendship route and being convinced the entire time that those two were just fooling themselves by labelling what they have as "friendship". Those crazy kids... <3

Clementine was in trouble. Here she was, nearly two months into meeting Louis, and all she seemed to be able to think about in every spare moment was him. This shouldn’t be a bad thing. After all, she’d never expected she’d even get a chance to feel like this again. The last time anything even approaching these feelings hit her, she’d been young, alone and too focused on her mission to pursue anything further. Now she had a home, a family, a boy who made her spine tingle every time he smiled at her from across the picnic table... she was finally in a place where she could start a relationship. The only problem? She was pretty sure she’d already turned Louis down.

She hadn’t known what to expect that night she decided to accompany Louis to the piano room. Hearing the music fill the room as Louis sat alone in the candlelight had stirred something within Clementine, a feeling that at that time she couldn’t quite place. Sitting beside Louis at his beloved piano in the dead of night had driven one truth home for Clementine: she cared for this boy, deeply. But when the knife was placed in her hand and she’d finished carving her initial next to Louis’, Clementine had frozen. Everything was happening too quickly. She’d only known Louis a little over two weeks. Were these emotions bubbling up inside her something permanent or a side effect of the nerves she had from waiting for the raiders to attack. Could she really take a leap like this when any second the Delta could tear down their gates and all this could be taken away from her.

She’d handed the knife back to Louis. Then Louis had opened up to her, thanking her for the times she’d listened when no one else had, how she understood him as someone beyond the jokes he told. Clementine hadn’t known what to say to that. How could she encapsulate the admiration she held for Louis, the gratefulness she felt that he’d forgiven her and A.J. after everything had gone so wrong? She went with what she knew. “Friends are all we’ve got, and I’m glad we’ve got each other,” Louis had offered her a fist bump which she’d returned with a bit too much force, the song Louis composed was named “Super Fun Times Friend Song” and they’d shared a few more laughs before Clementine was called away to watch duty. It had been nice, but something in the back of Clementine’s mind left her feeling that things could have gone in a different direction.

The weeks following the attack on the Delta had confirmed this for Clementine. Every step of the way, Louis had been there for her. During the battle to rescue their friends, when he’d circled back to help her and A.J. find their way to the school, and when he’d run breathlessly through the forest with Clementine cradled in his arms, desperate to get her to Ruby before it was too late. He’d sat by her bed for weeks as she recuperated, playing music on the gramophone since he couldn’t bring the piano to her. He’d helped her navigate the school with her crutches, saved her from many a spill, and was always there to cheer her up when she was feeling down.

Every time her eyes met his, Clementine saw something in them, a look that no one else gave her, one that sent her heart tumbling within her in an instant. She knew there was something between them. But Louis went no further than those looks. He never took the next step, never asked or said anything that did more than proclaim their undying friendship for each other. Three weeks out of bed and on her crutches, Clementine was forced to face an uncomfortable fact: that night at the piano room had been Louis’ move. If she ever wanted anything more to happen between them, the ball was in her court.

Considering how spectacularly she’d flubbed a verbal confession to Louis, Clementine doubted she’d have much more luck with a second attempt. Should she write a letter? No, her writings skills and penmanship had basically dried up at a third-grade level. She wouldn’t be able to express all that she wanted to say on paper. Perhaps a gesture then: taking on his chores, offering him some of her stew at dinner, picking flower from the greenhouse. Clementine quickly decided none of those would work. Louis wouldn’t accept her taking on any extra chores or giving up her food so soon after losing her leg and as for the flowers, Clementine could just hear Louis’ voice in her head as he told everyone at the school about the lovely “friendship flowers” Clementine had gotten him. No, it had to be something undeniably romantic.

Clementine was lying on her bed one morning when inspiration finally struck. Of course. She didn’t need to come up with something new at all. What she should do to prove her feelings was the very thing she’d been too afraid to do that night. Grabbing her crutches, Clementine snuck down the hall as quietly as she could, making her way to the music room. On her way there, she spotted Louis standing on watch duty. Good. She didn’t want to risk him walking in on her. She wanted to keep it a surprise. As soon as Clementine reached the piano, she plopped down on the bench, casting her crutches to the side. Pulling out her own knife, she tattooed the piano once more, adding a heart around her and Louis’ initials. Next time Louis sat down to play, he would see the heart and know what it meant: that Clementine was willing to give something beyond friendship a try if he was. Her work done, Clementine pocketed the knife and picked up her crutches, making her way out of the room before anybody could spot her there. Her heart beat excitedly within her. She wondered how long it would be until Louis visited his piano again.

That evening, things seemed to be going normally at Ericson. Omar had ladled out the stew and almost everyone had sat down to eat. Ruby and Aasim were sitting by each other with Willy to their right, Violet sitting across from him. A.J. sat to Clementine’s left while her right side, the spot normally taken by Louis, remained open. Clementine wondered where he was. It wasn’t like him to miss out on their biggest meal of the day.

Suddenly the doors to the admin building burst open. Louis strode out looking angrier than any of them had seen in some time. Making his way over to the picnic table, he stood at the head of it, his hand on his hips. “Alright, whoever thought it would be funny to graffiti my piano better own up right now,”

“What are you talking about, Lou?” Violet asked, placing down her spoon and squinting at him with her good eye. “That piano’s already been graffitied more times than I can count and you never cared before,”

“I’m not talking about the old graffiti. I’m talking about the new addition somebody made today. Now who thought it would be funny to draw a heart around Clem and I’s initials?”

Clementine’s heart dropped into her gut. He’s angry about it? Maybe she’d been misreading things this whole time.

“Louis, this is silly,” Aasim stated dismissively. “Why in the world would any of us want to do that?”

“Bold words from one of my primary suspects!” Louis declared, jabbing a finger in Aasim’s direction. “If you feel the need to get back at me for all the times I’ve teased you, leave Clem out of it. Our friendship isn’t a joking matter. It’s something I take very seriously, and I thought you of all people with all your talk of “privacy” would respect that!"

“It wasn’t me!” Aasim’s eyes narrowed at the accusation.

Ruby tried to place a comforting hand over her boyfriend’s arm. “Now let’s not fight about something so silly-”

“Silly? Don’t act as if you’re not a potential culprit too, Ruby,” Louis interjected.

“Now why in the world would I be a suspect?” Ruby challenged, her lower lip jutting out as she frowned.

Clementine wished she could disappear into the ground right about now. This wasn’t how she’d expected things to go at all.

Louis rolled his eyes. “You’re always complaining about how everyone’s teasing you and Aasim for being so lovey-dovey around each other. Did you think pretending Clementine and I were a thing would get some of the heat off of you two? Clementine is my best friend, that’s all! You can’t go spreading lies to make yourself feel better,”

Ruby gasped, clearly insulted. “You think you can just go around making claims like that? Well, let me tell you-”

“This is all fucking stupid,” Violet grumbled. “Someone just ‘fess up,”

“Was that a deflection, Vi?” Louis challenged, his eyebrow raised. “Did you-”

“Alright, enough!” Clementine shouted, her volume bringing everyone to a standstill. “I was the one who left the heart, OK? It was me,”

“You?” Louis asked, looking utterly lost.

“Yeah,” Clementine looked down at the table, her cheeks burning in embarrassment. “It wasn’t a joke or anything. I thought it’d be an easier way to let you know. Guess I was wrong,”

Everyone at the table was silent. Willy and A.J. were watching in confusion, their faces still covered in leftover stew. All eyes were on either Louis or Clementine, waiting for either of them to speak. Neither did.

Louis was the first to do something. Without a word, he turned around, heading straight back to the admin building.

Shit. I fucked up. Clementine didn’t have to raise her head to feel the heat of the stares upon her. Silently, she picked up her spoon and resumed eating her stew. I don’t get it. Would it be that bad to be with me? There’s not a single other available girl his age anywhere near here. Everything I thought I saw though... I must have made it all up myself.

“Clementine…” Ruby’s voice was soft, almost sad.

She couldn’t stick around for this. Grabbing her crutches, Clementine rose to her feet. “I’m gonna call it a night,” With that she made her way back toward the dorms, unwilling to look back and see the pitying gazes following her. I can’t believe it went down like this. Here I was so confident it was a sure thing, and then…

Clementine paused in her journey, looking toward the admin building. Louis was in there right now, probably trying to figure out a way to scratch out that stupid heart from his piano. Did he hate her now? Clementine couldn’t bear the thought of that. Did she owe him an apology for what she’d done, humiliating him in front of all their friends when he could have turned her down in private if she’d just had the guts to confess? Maybe there wasn’t anyone to blame here. It was all a misunderstanding. Still, she didn’t want to go to bed thinking Louis was angry at her. Steeling her resolve, Clementine switched course and set out for the admin building.

Everything was completely silent as Clementine entered, slowly turning down the hall to the music room. She tried to keep as quiet as possible, her crutches softly tapping the floor and her foot lightly scuffing it each time she took a step. She could feel her gut twisting in dread. She didn’t know what she would say to Louis when she got there. Perhaps he wasn’t even in the music room after all. No sound came from it now. As she neared the ajar doors, Clementine peered through the crack, trying to get an idea of what was happening inside.

Louis was in there after all, sitting at the piano. He wasn’t playing though. Instead he was staring at the carved heart. He reached out to touch it, his other hand coming up to cover his mouth. What was going on? After a minute of reflection, Louis reached inside his coat pocket, pulling out his dagger. He’d decided to scratch the heart out after all. As he dug his knife into the wood of the piano, Clementine looked away. It was a mistake coming here. She should go.

When she turned her crutches to leave though, one ran into one of the empty cans scattered throughout the hallway. Clementine winced as the sound echoed down the hall.

“Who’s there?”

No escaping now. Clementine pressed open the doors, too ashamed to meet Louis’ eyes. “Louis, I just came by to apologize. I never meant to embarrass you like that. Whatever you want to do to get rid of that stupid heart is fine with me,”

Louis looked confused for a moment before a soft smile crossed his face. He patted the spot beside him on the piano bench. “Care to sit with me for a minute, Clemster?”

Clementine was puzzled but complied. Sitting down beside Louis, she leaned her crutches against the piano before turning to face him.

“Guess I shouldn’t have run off like that,” Louis scratched the back of his neck, not making eye contact. “I wasn’t really thinking that clearly after I heard you say you were the one who left the heart. I had to visit again to make sure it was actually real. And it is,” He looked back to where the heart with their initials lay. “Then I wanted to add something of my own,”

Clementine glanced up in surprise, her eyes locking on the carving. It wasn’t scratched out after all. The heart was still there, and their initials, but something new lay between them. Where before there was simply a C and an L, now there was a plus sign connecting the two. Clementine’s eyes shot over to Louis. She saw that same look there that had been making her heart flutter these past few weeks.

“It’s complete now,” A small grin formed on Louis’ face.

“I can see that,” Clementine felt a smile tugging at her own lips, a giddiness bubbling up inside her. “So I guess that means… we’re more than friends now,”

“Definitely,” The grin had widened, covering Louis’ entire face now. “More than best friends too! Man, who would’ve thought after that card game where you denied having feelings for anyone that you were in fact lying. You do have feelings for someone, someone named Louis. Which just so happens to be my name!”

Before Louis could say anything more, Clementine leaned upwards, capturing his lips in a quick kiss. Screw caution, she was going for what she wanted.

Louis met the kiss eagerly, his own lips pressing against hers, causing a small moan to escape Clementine’s lips.

Clementine immediately drew back, her face overheating as she realized the sound she’d just made. She glanced up to see how Louis was taking it, but he seemed to be in some sort of blissful haze, giggling excitedly as he looked over at her.

“God, how lucky am I? I’ve got the coolest best friend in the world and now it turns out she likes me too? That’s the dream,”

Clementine smiled up at Louis, basking in the moment. This was what she’d wanted all along. She’d just been too scared to let herself admit it until now. Thinking of the others, she turned her head to look back, hoping that none of them had thought to come check on them. “Do you think we ought to head back? We did stir up a lot of drama back there,”

“Ah, it can wait till tomorrow,” Louis waved his hand dismissively. “A moment like this calls for celebration. I’ll have you know I did not plan to call the song I played for you that night “Super Fun Times Friend Song”. I hereby retract that title so I can assign it one more befitting,”

“And what exactly did you have in mind?” Clementine asked, her eyes crinkling in amusement at Louis’ excitement.

“’Clementine’. Y’know, because I like fruit. And I like you even more so… there,”

That had Clementine blushing. She felt her face heating up as Louis began to play the song, the beautiful melody filling the room and dancing around them. Clementine let the music seep into her bones, taking in how much this song meant to Louis. It was the first thing he’d ever composed and he’d named it after her. That was the greatest gift she could ever imagine.

Slowly Clementine let her head rest upon Louis’ shoulder. She felt him flinch for an instant, but he didn’t miss a beat, continuing on with his music without dropping a single note. Clementine closed her eyes. She could see why Louis had gone to double check the piano. She didn’t quite believe this was real herself. But it was. She was home, she was happy, and her best friend was now something so much more to her. She felt complete.

#twdg #clouis #twdg louis #twdg clementine #fluff #fanfic

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