#apologies for the fact this is on a new post

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

DOWN BAD- P.B PARKER

Pairing- Jock! Peter x Nerd! Reader (enemies to… lovers?)

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Peter Parker constantly nags you, and you hate his guts (naturally). So what better way to mellow the hate by being paired together for a class project? And why, if you hate his guts, do you want to touch him so bad?

Warnings: Making out, suggestive sexual content, dry humping, teasing, swearing etc…

Notes: It’s been a while, I apologize if my writing is a bit rusty! I hope you enjoy nonetheless, I had a fun time writing, and I really did miss it (Taylor Swifts new album really inspired me too!) I am using my phone to post for the first time, I hope to go back and format/ edit if need be when I can use my laptop again. Thank you for all the support :)

“Don’t look at me like that.” You huffed, eyes sharp as daggers as your cool gaze slid over to your target and struck its mark.

Peter Parker. Bullseye.

You could feel his lingering attention solely focused on you, a coy smirk upon his lips as he tapped his pencil against the wooden desk, its dull echo like nails on a chalkboard. A taunting metronome in the back of your mark as he leaned over to tower over you in his seat.

It was too close to yours for your liking.

“Like what pipsqueak?” he murmured, drowning out the professor's droning voice as he dragged on. You wished you could hit him with the textbook in your bag. Both of them, honestly.

“Like you’re thrilled for this. Don’t act like you like me.”

“Well I do like you.” He smiled, beaming ear to ear.

For him, it was the best day of his life. Getting randomly paired with “whoever you’re sitting next to, I don’t care.” (the professor's words, not yours), was a thrill for him, he got to pick on the quiet, shy girl more than usual.

Which would be a shock, considering the sheer amount he did already, always finding his way next to you to tease you, especially with and to his stupid jockey friends. This project was worth thirty percent of your grade. You couldn’t afford this.

“Well I don’t like you. So fuck off.” You heard a low whistle from behind you, a chuck alongside it from his friends. “Kitty has claws?” Peter whistled, eyebrow raising in mock surprise as you shifted your legs to the other side of the chair, angling away from him.

“Oh you’re in for it now Parker” Bucky laughed as you covered your ears in an attempt to drown them out. You felt like you were in middle school again, the way they mocked you. And what made it worse was that it got to you. Not that the jokes and remarks meant anything much, but it was just the sheer annoyance of it all.

You had thrived to be a straight A student your entire life, and in this class… you could feel them slipping. Taking a deep breath, you clenched your pen harder in your hand, pressing so hard the page snagged as you wrote.

You could still feel his eyes on you, flickering over from under his glasses ,his muscles flexing subtly under his blue t-shirt. You pretended not to look, and to not focus on the fact he was extremely attractive. You spent the rest of the hour doing just that, scolding yourself for any indecent thought you had ever had about him, ever. By the time the professor had snapped his laptop shut, the projector turning dark as students started to talk amongst themselves as they packed up, you had half a page of notes, max.

“I’ll be in touch.” he leaned down and whispered, hand lingering by your chair as he slipped by. “Fuck you.”

He just threw his head back and laughed, his friend group joining him as he looked back. And winked. You groaned. This was going to be three weeks of hell.

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It was a Thursday when you got a text from him. An unknown number flashed on your screen as you lay face down on your bed, contemplating life and if this class was seriously worth it or not.

The buzz of the phone had your head snapping up, confused until it suddenly dawned on you.

Unknown: Think we should start brainstorming for this thing pipsqueak?

Well fuck, you thought, wanting to throw your phone across the room. This class wasn’t that important, right? (It was).

Taking a deep breath, you sat up as your thumbs started to fly across the screen.

You: Who is this?

Unknown: I’m hurt, pips. Truly.

You: I think you have the wrong number.

You smirked. Okay, who were you kidding… this was kind of fun. Kind of.

Peter: It’s Peter, you jerk. Are you really going to make me spell it out for you?

You: Peter who? Doesn’t ring a bell.

Good. Knock him down a few pegs. You giggled to yourself, quickly stopping once you realised why exactly you were kicking your feet like a school girl, for who exactly. You layed back down, head muddled with meaningless thoughts that jumbled as you waited for his response. Grabbing a stuffie, you hugged it close to your chest, feeling it rise and fall as you caught your breath, grounding yourself. Why on earth did this mean so much to you? Why did his texts, something so easily ignorable- suddenly a waiting game?

Peter: Ha ha, very funny pips.

You: How did you even get my number anyways?

Peter: Long story, I had to go on a bit of a hunt. A friend, of a friend of a friend, you get the point. I can be very persuasive ;)

Nope. You thought. Don’t give into this.

You: I’m sure.

Peter: You wanna come over on the weekend or meet at Braxston’s to start… brainstorming?

You: I don’t want to do anything of the sort, but if that gets this over with as soon as possible- then sure. Only one of us has a brain to storm anyways.

Peter: You’ll regret that pips.

You clicked off your phone, a ghost of a smirk on your face. His threat surprisingly didn’t seem like a real threat, but actual light hearted teasing, not the kind he often did.

Fuck. You were supposed to be hating him. You did hate him. It was only three weeks with him. You weren’t sure if you meant that with relief or disappointment.

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It was disappointment.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you rubbed your creased temple. It was nearly midnight , and your books were still scattered across the desk you occupied, the library a ghost town considering it was a Friday night. Braxston library tended to be on the empiter side, which is why you preferred it. It was the oldest library on campus, smelling of old pages and cedarwood.

Sometimes, when you needed a break you would get up and run your fingers across the leather spines, or climb the ladder for a change of view of the stained glass windows. But tonight, you lacked the motivation to even bother standing. It had been a long night, filled with cramming and stress. Pen and highlighter stained your hands as you shook them out, cramped and aching. For the last hour you had solely focused on the final you and Peter had to pull out your ass, coming up with backup plans with the worry he would abandon you completely.

Topics, ideas, theories- god you didn’t even know anymore. Your body lacked caffeine, your iced coffee long gone. You grew tired of this mindless work, sliding off your headphones to admire the near empty room around you.

Suddenly, you wished it was completely empty.

Peter looked just as shocked to see you, eyes widening in surprise, backpack slung over his shoulder, hair ruffled and eyebags prominent as if he had fallen asleep and been startled awake.

“Pips? I thought we weren’t supposed to meet until tomorrow?” He made his way over to you, inviting himself to lean over you, on your desk. You stared up at him with a look of amusement.

“We don’t have to meet at all. It’s very bold you assume I’m here to see you, of all people.” you snorted. His eyebrow raised. “So who are you here to meet?”

“Two papers and exam prep. You?”

“More or less the same” he smirked, and you felt butterflies start to churn in your stomach. “Sounds like great fun. I’m sure they’re lovely.” you said, snarky comment slipping out before you could stop it, turning in your seat as you often did around him so he wouldn’t see the fluster and nerves in your demeanour whenever you were near him.

He leaned down, breath warm against the column of your neck. You couldn't breathe. You could not fucking breathe with him this close to you. The rich scent of his cologne made you dizzy, it intoxicated you as you stared at your laptop screen, as if it possessed the knowledge of the entire universe.

“You know, you can’t avoid me forever. You’re gonna have to confront me at some point, pip.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about” you snarled softly, staring at the coy, cockly little smirk you wanted to wipe off his face as he stood. “Sure you don’t.” He nodded his head towards your screen, with a wink.

“Good song.” he smiled, before he was off. You continued to stare at him as he walked out the door, not looking back once. Not a care in the world as he slipped on his own headphones, and around the corner.

Eyes moved down to stare at the pause button of your song, lyrics burning into your ears at the thought of him listening to it- and enjoying it.

Down bad, waking up in blood, staring at the sky, come back over and pick me up- fuck it if I can’t have us, I might just not get up, I might stay down bad.

You were so incredibly fucked.

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You took a deep breath. Then another.

You let the crisp, cool night air wash over your burning skin, the faint smell of weed tickling your senses, probably from a house down the street. It was a pretty busy neighbourhood, full of students you recognized from afar on campus. You didn’t associate with the more ‘popular’ kids, if that could even be considered a thing past high school.

You tried to shake off the uneasiness that stuck with you, cracking your knuckles as you tried to prepare yourself to not only see Peter, but to interact with him- in his house. Most likely for hours. You knew you probably looked like a complete idiot out on the sidewalk, just near his house but you had to muster some form of courage.

All you could see was a faint light from what looked like the living room, and a light upstairs- you presumed his room. No sign of life other than that.

You thought of his words, how twisted they sounded. You can’t avoid me forever. You’re gonna have to confront me at some point, pip.

Fuck it.

You slipped from your hiding spot (from Peter, you were placed behind a large tree in his front yard, but god knows what people driving by thought), and mentally prepared yourself for his roommates to answer the door, making fun of you before he put the cherry on top. Practically leaping up the porch stairs, you raced to the door, knocking quickly.

You wanted this over and done with. Your palms were clammy and your stomach churned viciously as you heard footsteps near the door. It took everything in you to stay rooted to the ground and to not flee, and when Peter appeared, you feared the opposite.

How the hell you were supposed to move with him in that slutty little fit, a pair of grey sweatpants slung low on his waist, his v-line and happy trail on full display… his toned abs and arms in a little white muscle shirt… gods you didn’t know. You were sure your tongue fully hung out of your mouth like some cartoon character as you took him in.

“Took you long enough” he said with a snort, adjusting his glasses, sliding them further up his nose. You didn’t even know he had glasses. Did he wear contacts? Had he worn them and you just didn’t notice? No, surely that wasn’t the case, you noticed everything he did. It was like he sucked all of the air out of the atmosphere whenever he walked in a room. It was suffocating, in a way. Of course you had to look at him, and you were sure you weren't the only one.

“I was admiring the greenery.”

“I saw that. I wasn’t sure the maple needed to be examined that long.” he smirked, and your felt your fists instinctively clench.

He had saw you- so you were fucked and now the only logical thing to do was to run into a brick wall. Perfect, got it.

“I enjoy living in the moment, and I don’t take nature for granted.’ you huffed, attempting to compose yourself as he stepped aside, motioning for you to enter. “I’m sure. Don’t worry it was cute.” he smiled, running a hand through his tosseled hair.

You slid off your shoes, setting them next to his worn in converse you always saw him wear. You noticed the other pairs were missing, not even a missing lace to be found.

“Where are your roommates?” you asked as entered, surveying the open space. It was surprisingly tidy for a boys place, and you couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Peter rushing around attempting to clean up before you came (though you doubted he would ever do that). Still, it was nice to think about.

Little traces of “boy” still lingered, silly little signs scattered across the walls, flags and such, empty, crushed beer and poking out from the recycling bins. “I kicked them out, because I figured you would want to contentrate.” he said.

Yeah like I’m going to be able to conetrate with you looking that fucking fine. Ha.

“That’s considerate. I’m surprised you even know what that is, Parker. I’m impressed.”

He snorted, throwing a little look back your way as he lead you up the stairs, presumably to his room. “I’m surprised you know how to walk up stairs. You have Bambi legs.” he teased, mocking your clumsiness. You cursed him internally. Maybe out loud too, judging by his laugh.

You tried to stifle down the butterflies. You were not about to flirt with him. You were not about to let your developing feelings expand. You hated him. He was mean and he was an asshole.

You were simply here to get this project done. That’s it.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know.” was all he said, turning down a hall to an open door, light glowing faintly- beckoning to you. You appreciated his refusal to use the overhead light- not that you’d tell him that. He’d probably look at you like you were insane.

“I see you clean for girls you bring over.” you noted, observing his (surprisingly) decently clean room.

“Bold of you to assume I cleaned. Maybe I’m always this tidy.” he smirked, arms flexing over and behind his head as he sat down in his office chair, man-spreading as he stretched.

You tried so hard not to stare. And failed miserably.

“I would’ve thought you cleaned up for ladies you bring to bed.”

His eyebrows arched. “Should I have prepared then?”

Something like churning fire burned in your belly, slithering lower and lower.

“Don’t start with me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it pip.” he smiled coyly, knowing he had gotten you flustered. “May I?” you nodded to his bed, trying to ignore your feelings as you sat down. Fanning your skirt out, you tucked your legs in before opening your bag, attempting to cover your thighs with your bag as much as you could- his cool gaze staring lasers into your bare skin.

“So… if we have to base this on a creature in the wild…”

“Jumping straight to the point aren’t we?” he asked and you frowned in confusion.

“What did you want me to do foreplay or something beforehand?” you asked, your word choice more than intentional. You swore a little pink tinted his cheeks as he swiveled around.

“Right to it then. Okay, I was thinking spiders. Specifically their venom and social behaviours.”

You blinked. Jesus okay he had thought about this. This was not what you were expected.

“Elaborate Parker.”

He smiled. “ From what I’ve seen, not a lot is known about the venom entirely. From a predator-prey aspect.. I’ve mainly seen stuff on specific components evolving to target specific sites on cell membrains of prey tissue, we could work with that to start. Maybe expand on the social aspect and evolution.”

You were stunned. This was… more than you could’ve hoped for. Suddenly you felt bad for all the doubt aimed towards him over the few days leading up to this meeting.

“Hmm. I like it.”

“Did you have any ideas you had brewing in that genius brain of yours?” he asked, making you blush internally.

“I had some stuff just in case, but it was just random jots I’m not too proud of.”

He scoffed. “You came prepared with backup stuff?!”

You just shrugged. “Do you blame me?”

“Kinda.” he laughed. “Start thinking of me more highly pips. I even have access to a brown widow, we could do some experiments.”

You winced at the thought of actually studying a spider up close, but it was part of the job. Whatever could get this done the fastest, and you had to applaud him for providing some of your own evidence you could actually showcase.

He caught your wince, and you could feel the teasing start to start. It was like bait for him, he loved it. “The spider may bite, but I won’t. That is, unless you want me too.” he winked, and you fought the urge not to chuck your laptop at his handsome face.

“You’re gross Parker.”

“Oh I’m sure you think I am. Doesn’t make a difference to me.”

You were going to strangle him. “Let’s just focus and get this project done as soon as we can, yeah? Please.”

You riffled through your bag, grabbing different coloured pens and your notebook, skimming through your random thoughts and jots.

“Whatever you say pip.”

“Start researching Parker.” And that was that.

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A few hours had passed, and so far you were quite impressed with how much the two of you had gotten done. For the most part, the two of you had stayed on opposite sides of the room. If he wanted to make a move, he wasn’t physically doing it, and his roommates still hadn’t come home yet.

Though as the hours passed, he had made his way closer to you- ever so slightly. From his desk he nudged over closer and closer, his laptop landing in his lap as he worked.

“What source are you working from right now?” you asked, not bothering to cast your gaze up as you continued to type, fingers flying over the keyboard as you bit your lip in concentration. You failed to notice his eyes darting between your lips and your breasts that poked out slightly as you slouched over, licking his lips hungrily.

“Some research paper. Here.”

You let out a little oomph in surprise as he plopped down beside you, sprawled across his bed as he enveloped you in his makeshift fortress. He stared at you with such longing you felt faint, having to stop your work to pull yourself together.

Fuck.

He nodded towards it, and you realized you had been staring at him longer than you intended, forgetting about the paper completely. “Oh, yeah okay let me look.” you murmured, taking the laptop from his hand to slide it across your lap, the fan whirling softly, the warmth of it adding more coals to the fire you felt already.

He was still staring.

Please look away before I want to kiss you. Or do more then kiss you. I’m supposed to be hating you, stop please.

You tried your best to read and concentrate, but it was next to no use. All you could focus on was him, his fingers drumming on the comforter near your thigh (what man has a comforter anyways?!), and his gaze on you, that was heavy with something. Want, perhaps? Lust? Or you were delusional. Very possible.

“It’s um, it’s good. I like it, I think there’s lots of good… stuff here.”

“Good stuff huh?” he asked sarcastically, a smirk plastered across his face.

He knew. The fucker knew you were down bad.

“Yeah. You know what I mean.” you grumbled, staring back down at your screen.

“I do know what you mean. Do you know what I mean?” he asked, hand inching closer and closer to your thigh- teasing you. You took a deep breath, grounding yourself.

You could push your hatred aside for just a few minutes. It was okay, just this once. Right?

You bit your lip, and fuck if that didn’t turn him on even more. Nodding to him, as if he could speak to you telepathically.

Yes, this is okay. Please touch me. Just a little, even is fine.

“Maybe you should explain a little more, Parker.”

His fingers skimmed the edge of your skirt, warm to the touch as they stroked your skin softly, just a whisper of him lingering. Goosebumps lingered in their wake, and you pushed your laptop off to the side, not caring where it landed on the bed. Just not next to him.

“How much more?”

His voice was low. Deep. Needing. You wanted more.

Another stroke of his fingers on your thigh, closer to where you wanted him the most made you shiver, toes curling. His gaze never left yours, never faultered. Instead of its usual lightness, his teasing and bullying- his eyes were dark with lust. Nothing but his full attention was on you, and you couldn’t help but shudder as he leaned in closer.

Another hand landed on your thigh. “Yeah?” he asked, voice rough as you nodded quickly. “Mhmmm..- oh!” you let out a little gasp as he swiftly grabbed you, swinging you over to straddle his lap, tossing you as if you weighed nothing.

You hated that you found it hot.

He smirked, leaning forward- so close you could feel his thudding heart with a small hand gesture sliding across his chest, could feel his breath catching. Just a small little gap between his lips and yours.

“You’re going to regret this.” you murdered, fingers curling into his shirt, twisting the soft fabric.

“I won’t. Will you?”

“I might.”

His smile grew.

“ I still hate you, you know.”

“I know. And you look so damn hot when you do.” He pulled you closer, fingers digging into your skin, needing you closer and closer despite the two of you practically forming one being.

A clash of teeth and tongue happened, rough and harsh- full of hate and need. A hatred for your need for him. Why did you need him? Of all people?

Because he was so fucking fine.

A hand slipped under your skirt to cup your ass, squeezing it slightly. You ran a hand through his hair, tugging on it as your hips moved on their own account- causing a groan to slip from his lips.

You’d do anything to hear it again.

“This is so wrong.” was all you could moan as his lips worked their way down your neck, tracing your jaw before nipping at your earlobe.

“I don��t do right, pips. You know this.”

“Mhm. But you hate me.”

He laughed against your skin, and you rocked your hips again, a little slap to your asscheek making you jolt.

“Whatever makes you sleep better at night, pips. Whatever you want to think.” he sighed, massaging the skin as you toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

You needed his lips on yours. You didn’t want to even try to decipher what his words meant, your head was foggy with want. You were slipping into a puddle of bliss, finally letting the restraint you held on a tight leash go- freeing the want and pure desire.

Yes, you wanted him. Yes, you hated him. And yes, he teased you. It hurt- but this didn’t. This was a soothe to his constant jabs, a salve to the wounds he caused.

“You feel so good. I want you so bad.” you confessed, causing him to moan again.

Yes. Yes, please.

“You’re killing me.”

“Good. It’s payback for the way you treat me.” you smirked, kissing him again. Hard, fast, rough. Mean.

Until he just… stopped.

Pulled away slightly, making you raise an eyebrow with confusion. His cheeks tinted slightly pink, hair messy and eyes wide with excitement, eager to keep going. To go further. So why did he just- stop?

“Parker?”

He smiled coyly.

“Don’t we have work we need to be doing?” he asked sarcastically- and you felt your stomach drop. He was teasing you. He was doing this just to get under your skin, to leave you high and dry and needing. Knowing damn well nothing could possibly get done now but him.

“You- you just want to get back to work? After that?”

“I want to do the dirtiest things imaginable to you, pips. I want to do so many things. But if we keep going and get nothing done, you’ll regret it and hate me. If we get work done, you’ll hate me too. I rather you hate me but feel secure with this, at least.” he murmured, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

It was tender, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “So you just, want to work? Did I do something wrong?” you asked.

“Gods no. But it’s too easy if I just give it to you like that. You know me, pips- I tease. Maybe if you’re good and get more work done we can have some harmless, regretless fun.” he winked, sliding his hands down to your hips, picking you up again to toss you gently on his pillows, kissing your hand with a wink as he stood to go back to his desk.

Oh you were fucked. So, so fucked.

“I heard that.” he laughed, and you buried your head in your hands. This was going to be a long three weeks indeed.

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[betweenbreaths]

doctor's orders (WIP)

Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Characters: Zayne x Reader

Summary: Zayne is surprisingly obedient as a patient when it’s your turn to play doctor. 

Rating: E (M for this snippet though)

A/N: Posting this WIP first because I think it'll take me a while to write the full thing. :")

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He’s terribly late. 

It’s almost midnight now, almost 12 hours past the time he was supposed to have you over at his place for lunch and a home movie date. He had already prepared everything perfectly, from the food, to the table setting, to the extra blankets on the couch (only because you liked to snuggle). And then you had arrived right on time, and everything was going perfectly.

That is, until his work phone rang and he received an alert that one of his patients had to undergo surgery immediately. 

You hadn’t looked fazed when he filled you in on the situation; after all, it was hardly the first time he had been whisked away from a date for unexpected work emergencies. You had told him before that you didn’t mind; saving lives came first and you’d have done the same if you were notified of wanderers in the area.

So he’d left promptly, promising to be back as soon as he could.

And now, twelve hours later, he has finally returned to the front door of his apartment, with a bouquet of flowers he’d picked up along the way as an apology. Zayne had texted you earlier to ask if you had already left, and you’d said that you would stay and wait for him, and that there was no hurry. 

He sees your shoes still neatly placed outside, and yet another pang of guilt hits him. He just hopes you’re not too upset. He’ll have to make it up to you somehow. 

As Zayne opens the door and steps in, he calls your name. 

Silence. No response. 

That… must be a bad sign. Either that, or you fell asleep somewhere. Certainly not in the living room, because there’s no trace of you other than the crumpled blankets and the remote control tossed to the corner of the couch. 

He shrugs off his coat, leaving it on one of the chairs by the dining table and peers around, wondering where you’d gone. Instinctively he heads straight towards his bedroom — you might be taking a nap there.

He knocks lightly on the closed door before opening it carefully, slowly, in case he wakes you. Then he hears you call his name. The tone in your voice isn’t one of anger or disappointment. 

In fact, it’s the opposite. You sound… mischievous, playful. Even a little naughty. 

Almost like you’d planned something completely unexpected for him, and you’d been waiting for him to come in, like a predator waiting for prey to fall into its trap. 

And when he steps in, Zayne all but forgets to breathe.

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Leaving you alone in his apartment for twelve hours had left you with plenty of time to devise a surprise for your boyfriend. Your spark of inspiration came when you decided you’d do the poor man a favour and sort out his laundry for him since he can’t even afford the time to eat the lunch he’d so painstakingly prepared for that afternoon. 

And when you came across the freshly washed spare doctor’s coat in the pile of clean clothes, you were immediately drawn to it like a moth to a flame. You ran your fingers over the thick, wrinkled fabric, a smile playing on your lips when you think about how far he’s come in his career.

And when you put it on, the scent of detergent and warmth enveloping you, an idea so brilliant, so devious, popped into your head. 

After all, you’d already come over to his home already prepared with a new set of black lacy lingerie for him to tear off of you, and this coat would go perfectly with it. 

The look on Zayne’s face when he steps into his bedroom and his eyes fall on you is absolutely delightful. You see a myriad of emotions flicker in his eyes: confusion, surprise, bewilderment…

And then his gaze becomes hungry. Sinful. Heat pools in your centre as his gaze falls on your body, examining every single inch of you. You can already tell from his dilated pupils that in his mind, he’s ravaging you, kissing you senseless and tasting every drop of you, and god you can already anticipate how rough he’s going to be with you when you let him have his way. 

But first, you’re going to have some fun with this.

Zayne approaches the bed, each footstep almost echoing in your ears and mirroring your accelerating heartbeat and you prop yourself up on your elbows, clicking your tongue and shaking your head at the man. 

“You’re late for your appointment, Zayne. I’m almost off my shift now.” 

“I apologise. I was held up at work because of an emergency.” 

“I wish you would prioritise your health the way you do with your work.” 

Your lips curl into a knowing smile, and so does his, although his smile looks a little more defeated. 

“Using my words against me now?” 

“Maybe. But I don’t have time for small talk. I’m supposed to have a date with my boyfriend and he’s waiting for me at home, so let’s make this quick.” 

Zayne cocks an eyebrow but says nothing as you sit up and tap the empty spot next to you on the bed. 

“Lie down. We need to do a routine examination.” 

Surprisingly, Zayne does as he’s told without protest. You feel the bed dip with his weight when he sits down, and you swallow nervously when he stares at you up close, eyes darting down towards your lips and raking down your figure. His gaze is smouldering and you feel your cheeks warm as the corner of his lips turn up. 

“Like what you see?” you can’t resist the urge to ask. 

“It would be more appropriate to ask your boyfriend that, Doctor.” 

Right, right. 

You clear your throat, trying to get back into the roleplay. With Zayne now lying comfortably on the bed, you scooch over, placing your hand over his chest. 

“Checking for my pulse? Where’s your stethoscope?” 

You roll your eyes at him. “I don’t need one to know that your heart is racing right now. Do you feel uncomfortable? Any chest pains?” 

“Yes, it does hurt a little.” 

“Where?” You experimentally press on his left pec. “Here?” You shift your hand downward slightly. “Or here?” 

“No.” Zayne grabs your wrist then, and without warning, pulls you down with a hard tug. You lose your balance, falling straight towards him and you barely manage to stop yourself from giving him a headbutt when your left hand plants itself into the mattress right by his face. 

In this position, you’re now mere inches away from his lips, and his piercing gaze doesn’t leave your eyes as he re-positions your right hand on his chest. 

“Here.” You feel his strong heartbeat beneath your fingers, and the warmth of his breath fanning across your face. Just a little closer and you’ll be able to taste his lips and lose yourself in his passionate, fiery kisses. 

He’s clearly thinking the same thing as you, eyes falling to your parted lips. He sucks in a sharp breath when your tongue wets your lips — a habit of yours when you’re nervous. And then you feel his free hand come up to rest on the nape of your neck to pull you in, closer and closer to him. 

It’d be so tempting to just give up now, to let him have his way with you and to get that quality time and intimacy you’ve been craving all day now. In fact, you’ve been waiting a whole week for this, because lately Zayne has been too busy and today was the only day you could squeeze in a precious date with him. 

But that’s also the reason why you want to enjoy this to the fullest. After all, it’s not often that Zayne is so indulgent with you in bed. 

At the last second, you regain your senses and place your right hand over his mouth, putting an unceremonious halt to his attempt to kiss you. His lips graze the surface of your palm and that’s enough to make goosebumps rise on your arms. 

“If your chest hurts, let’s take a closer look, shall we? I’ll need you to take your shirt off.”

#love and deepspace #zayne #lnds #lds #lnds zayne #zayne x reader #my writing #love and deepspace zayne

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so much John Brady brainrot 🤭 so that being said…..soft dom! Brady headcanons?

Oh my nonny, this ask jumped out at me like a jackrabbit and I feel like it is the perfect time to expound on the forbidden dress scenario I first touched upon around Easter.

Behold some headcannons AND a drabble

Mature/explicit themes below the cut - 18+ only

Given the fact that dear Brady rules his fort with an iron fist (see his lecture to Croz after his struggles finding, I don’t know, England?!) I definitely feel like this man prefers to be in control, but I agree that it errs on the side of a soft!Dom rather than an outright dominant

While he hasn’t engaged in penetrative sex prior to your wedding night, he’s still the one on top, in charge, executing his seduction of you like some kind of pre-flight checklist

And let me tell you it works

As your relationship grows, you definitely feel more confident initiating intimacy, usually at times and in places that leave him slightly bewildered, your desire for him something so utterly mysterious whereas it’s completely logical to him that he cannot get enough of you

But he soon takes over to ensure you get the most amount of pleasure possible, putting himself last

You never realized, however, the potential for him to be suddenly overcome by a need until you wore that seemingly innocuous dress

Securing the zipper at your side, you took a moment to check your appearance in the floor length mirror of your shared bedroom, smoothing the hem of the spring dress in your favourite colour against your knees. It had been an irresistible extravagance when you were at the department store with only socks and underwear on your list, but the neckline and style had called out to you like a siren song.

Smoothing an errant strand of hair, you grabbed your handbag and hurried down the stairs to the living room where John was waiting, scanning the paper for something of interest.

“Ready, honey. Thanks for waiting.” You smiled and he snapped the paper closed along its pre-folded lines but froze as you came into view.

“That’s…that’s new…” he intoned, expression unreadable and making you feel the need to apologize for your over-spending.

“I…yes, I indulged a little at the store, did you want me to-” the sharp shake of his head cut off your offer to take it off, to return it tomorrow.

“It’s perfect.” He exhaled, eyeing you intensely before surging to his feet. “Come on, don’t let me make us late.” He grunted and grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the couch, sliding it on before leading you out to the car.

There was a different tension in the vehicle, John’s eyes flashing in your direction frequently through the short drive to the cathedral, his hand resting heavily against your lower back as he guided you to your favourite pew. The heat of his palm was soaking through the thin fabric of your dress making you shiver at the temperature contrast with the cool stone of the building.

“You chilly?” He leaned in the murmur, the roughness in his voice taking you back to your lazy lovemaking yesterday morning and your jaw dropped open as you suddenly realized just what was going on.

A glance at him to offer a reassuring smile and shake of your head revealed his dilated pupils and slightly flushed cheeks, making you sink to teeth into your lower lip. What on earth had gotten into your husband?!

You could feel the weight of his heated gaze on you like numerous caresses throughout the service, more than confident he didn’t catch a word of the sermon, pressing your lips together sheepishly as somehow you felt at fault for this predicament and yet you couldn’t really bring yourself to mind?

How many times had you found yourself staring at this man, star-struck and breathless with desire in the most inopportune of places…what a heady turn of events this role-reversal was.

As you rose to join your fellow congregants for the weekly post-service chat over coffee and cake, John’s hand slid to your lower back, his skin scorching through your dress by now.

“Would you mind if we ducked out early, sweetheart? I’ve got a bit of a headache…”

Feigning wifely concern, you nodded quickly. “Of course, Johnny, let’s get you home.”

The drive home felt faster than usual, perhaps because he barely stopped at the stop signs, his hand resting on your thigh, fingertips plucking at the hem of your dress idly in the silence of the vehicle. Stepping into the house, you’d barely removed your shoes before his mouth was on yours, hungrily devouring, as his hands seized your hips and pulled you flush against his body.

The prominent bulge of his cock pressed against your hip and you dropped your handbag to slide your fingers into his hair.

“This dress is my devil in the desert.” He growled against your lips, making you laugh breathlessly.

“I wasn’t sure you were paying attention, honey.”

Turning to press you up against the front door, he ground his aching hardness into you. “I was enduring my own test…” he nipped your lips before trailing his mouth down your neck, hands rucking up the hem to slip between your thighs.

Mewling as you pulled at his suit jacket, you clung to him as he pinned you tightly to the door and quickly wrung an orgasm from you with practiced efficiency, leaving you a knock-kneed, panting, shaking mess.

Stepping back to shuck off his jacket and yank his tie free, you reached up to pull down your side zipper, eyes shooting wide at his verbal interjection.

“Ah! This?” His fingers strayed back to toy with the hem of your dress. “No, this stays on.” He said firmly, voice taking on a deep timber that flooded you with fresh desire.

Lurching forward, you instead focused your efforts on stripping him completely, following him down to the small carpet on the foyer floor, lifting your hips as he pulled your underwear off over your garter straps and stockings. Nestling between your thighs beneath your dress, his darkened eyes hungrily drank in the sight of you as he rocked his hardened length through your damp folds until you were begging for him.

“If my wife insists.” He smirked and rocked forward, sinking into your wet heat as your mingled groans filled the foyer.

The novelty of this coupling and desperation of his thrusts, combined with the insistent circles of his thumb on your clit, meant it did not take long for either of you to find release, left a sweaty, gasping mess on the floor of the entry way.

#answered asks #thinking brady thoughts #ladies who brady #tw catholicism

[ctallena]

hii!! don't be shy posting anythin, that's cool when new people appear who write south park stuff! 🤍 can i request (f!reader) picnic headcannons with kenny, stanley and kyle? it can be platonic or romantic(sure, aged up), idc

sure!! thank u sm for being my first headcannons req anon !! 🤍 ill try my best with these bc i never was on a picnic so i have to use my imagination on how it works.. also i made this romantic, theyre like 17-18 here

⋆ PICNIC WITH MAIN 3 :

✩ — STAN !

this guy was so flattered when u asked him to go do a picnic with u

he was so excited he couldnt sleep

brought cookies and dr pepper...

its because he was walking around the store for like 30 minutes in denial of what would you like to eat 😭😭

like.. will u like it? what if youre picky? mostly everyone likes cookies so cookies it is

butttttt he brought money to the picnic too in case you need something

he picks a nice outfit for himself!!

and by that i dont mean a suit or anything like that... its just a tee that you once said you liked and his fav baggy jeans

so nervous before meeting u for the picnic. mostly bc of the food. what if youre not happy with the food he brought☹️

he brought a picnic blanket too tho!!

he tries to settle it himself but its sort of windy and he drops the blanket...

it flies away

but dw luckily he got it!!

he tries to settle it ahain but DONT trust him with that bc its gonna fly away again so help him pls😭

once its all settled he tries to make it romantic somehow?? he doesnt know how to be romantic without it being corny tho😕

so he just passes u everything u ask for!!

totally did not put the picnic basket next to himself on purpose..

with stan its mostly just giggles and stuff. he will hold your hand or hug you there and there but he enjoys just talking with you like he would with a best friend, if you know what i mean??

he kisses your cheek and thanks you for all the effort you put in everything <3

✩ — KYLE !

he suggests the picnic 🤗

kyle is the most organized one of them all

before the picnic he knows what to bring and what food you like

like what??? how did he know that?? did he put cameras around ur house or smth

or maybe ur parents just like him a lot so they told him stuff..

keeps checking if he has everything

he also brings you a flower!!

hes a gentleman😭

somehow manages to settle the blanket himself??

he also picked the perfect time of the day so it would be sunset

puts sm effort in to show you how much he loves you!! hes so sweet

brought like a backup hoodie for you just in case youre cold😕

he doesn't really like touching you in public, so expect a hug and a kiss from him only after it gets darker after the sunset

or if he thinks no one is watching

ike definitely wanted to go with you two

kyle said no

he wants it to be a moment just for you and him

ike still comes along with sheila "on accident" but for like a few minutes bc kyle begged them to leave you two alone😭

HE WAS SO EMBARRASSED THAT HIS MOM CAME TOO💔

he apologizes to you

its not like hes embarrassed bc of sheila, its just the fact that his MOM came, if u get what i mean

what more can i say?

besides that its all perfect !!

✩ — KENNY !

you suggest the picnic

he thought abt it before and wanted to ask you too but money... 😕

he immediately said yes and saved money just for that occasion

he knows what food u like

its because usually when you two hang out he randomly asks you stuff like "whats your fav food?" in that case

and he remembers every answer u give him🤗🤗

he brought food and you brought the blanket

he actually made sure to bring enough for the two of you

thats so sweet😕

he doesnt gaf abt public, he will show his love to you everywhere

so he has his arm wrapped around you most of the time

and also kisses your shoulder or cheek sometimes !!

he would do the rizz thing with "hey you have something there" while pointing at ur chest and then he would grab ur chin so u look at him and he kisses u

its just a joke tho😭

thats not a great way to flirt in his opinion

he would also chuckle before kissing u !!

sweeeeeeeet

after the picnic he offers to walk you to your home <3

he also holds your hand while walking

when youre about to leave he hugs you and thanks you for everything too🤗

fill my requests up guys!!

#south park x y/n #south park x you #south park x reader #south park #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick x y/n #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick

[spidersmiceandeverythingnice]

Gaara is truly the Character of All Time

-Introduced as main antagonist in a tournament arc, the terrifying bloodthirsty ninja from a strange desert village who kills without remorse and has survived every mission without getting a scratch on him

-He's 12

-Character design 10/10 he has bright fucking brick red hair, literal raccoon eyes, a face tattoo that says "Love" and carries that weird ass gourd; between the fun elements and the interesting tie-ins to Tanuki Lore, I have never seen a more charming design in my life tbqh

-Immediately more emo and chuuni than Noted Emo Heartthrob Sasuke Uchiha by virtue of reciting weird poetry after killing a guy in cold blood

-We get his tragic backstory and by fucking GOD is it sad. I cry just thinking about it. Literally everything about it is just horrible and devastating.

-Talk No Jutsu at end of the tournament arc, Gaara realizes that he should, in fact, go to therapy and immediately decides to turn his life around

-The first thing he decides to do is apologize to his siblings <3

-Shows up a handful of arcs later with a cool new outfit and becomes friends with the kid he literally tried to murder and nearly permanently crippled in one of the best fights of the entire series

-Liam O Brian's English dub of Gaara is Stellar ya know what. The raspiness of the original appearance morphing into the Deepest Voice That Any Kid Has Ever Had Ever was a genuinely hilarious choice

-Has the only good filler arcs in the old show; he's such a good character that the entire show molds itself and rises to meet him

-Post timeskip he is Desert Ninja President at the ripe old age of 15 and is extremely good at it because he's the weirdest little nerd with no social skills (on account of his tragic backstory) and diligently applies himself to doing paperwork and going to meetings

-Has a fanclub in the village mostly of girls his own age that he never seems to talk to?? Or realize have crushes on him?? Oblivious king we love him.

-Dies in one of the most genuinely moving scenes. Comes back like 20 episodes of fighting later because where would we be without him honestly?

-Becomes Super General Ninja President of the Grand Army of whatever where he accomplishes such feats as forgiving his asshole father and emotionally healing from his childhood trauma, stopping a meteor, and nearly dying a second time.

-Collects cacti as a hobby

-Has the only good sequel series arc where it's revealed that in addition to continuing to serve as Desert Ninja President, he's decided to adopt a couple of orphan ninja kids so that he can break the cycle of parental neglect and stupidity that created his tragic backstory in the first place.

#naruto #sabaku no gaara #gaara

[haveyouseenherlately]

some more lore building on the messages au

chatting about matty’s love for music and dancing because it’s cannon in this world

au masterlist here

not proofread, so i apologize in advance for the grammatical errors and typos.

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sooooo... as we now know, music is a big part of this universe. it’s one of the first things that you and postmatty actually bond over when you notice his band shirts under his uniform and he hears music always playing in your home when he drops off your mail.

some facts:

he’s in a band. music is his one true passion but has his mailman job during the day to pay the bills. government work pays well, you can't blame him. his band is not huge by any means, but they're very well known within the scene and will play the cool, smaller well established venues around.

one thing he loves about his job is that he basically gets to listen to music at all times. once he leaves the station in the morning and begins his route, he has his headphones in, listening to one of the million of playlists he’s created throughout the years. he has so many categories of playlists that when you ask him about them, he cannot help but go on this long monologue about the art of playlist curation: how the order of the playlist matters, how he categorizes them, how to choose the first song, etc. it's fucking cute and endearing.

you love music, as well. you have no musical bone in your body whatsoever, but you grew up with it in your home at all times so it’s always been a part of your life. and without even planning it or seeking them, you always end up dating musicians. it's just what happens. every. single. damn. time. for better or for worse.

you favourite band is new order, so when you saw that shirt you couldn't help but swoon. but to be fair, by this point he was aware they were your fav band ever, so the cocky bastard KNEW what he was doing.

the first time you went to one of his shows (the first gig you attend will be part of the actual fic, but this is a side bit), you kept thinking all night long that he reminded you of someone. it wasn't until the next morning that you figured it out.

matty didn't want to make a big deal out of your jeff buckley comment to you, but he was on cloud nine after that because a. jeff was an amazing musician and b. if you had that image as your lockscreen for years, it probably meant that you found jeff buckley attractive which in turn obviously meant you found matty attractive, right?! poor matty pretty much spiralled over the whole thing and couldn't stop smiling the whole day while delivering mail. you better be sure he was listening to grace during his route the following day.

then a few days later, he just couldn't help himself because he's a huge (obvious) flirt...

you saw that post, and now you were the one spiralling into the deep abyss because how could you not. and ofc he had to post it with the lyrics to "lover, you should've come over" which is one of the best love songs in this earth.

you. were. fuuuuuuucked.

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now moving on to the dancing... it goes without saying that postmatty has moves for d-a-y-s. the hip swaying, the hip thrusting, the hand motions, his little choreographed routines. he loves it because it's difficult to not dance along to the beat and because he loves and craves attention. and that's one easy way to get it.

so yeah, this is him ⬇️

though he's cocky most of the time, he was SO nervous during that first show you came out to see the band that even his bandmates were like "wtf is wrong with you, matthew? aren't you gonna do a flip, strip, or something?" bless him. this meant that his dancing tendencies were subdued to a minimum as he had to focus extra hard on actually playing music because his brain was short circuiting due to you being meters aways from him. needless to say, you had no idea about this side of him. but that changed at your friend's party...

one night, you, your bff miranda (mandy for short) and matty ended up at this bar to celebrate the birthday of one of your other friends. at this point, you and matty had gone on several dates already, you know you like each other, have kissed and made out, but you're nervous to make a move because you're shy, have a hard time trusting people and he's your postman. you're not supposed to fall for the person who deliver's your new yorker magazine. turns out he's pretty good at helping you with the crosswords, though.

anyway, you brought him as your date to the party. a small group of you are sitting down, chatting amongst yourselves and having a nice time. matty and miranda got on rather well since the first time they met at the gig, so well in fact that they don't miss an opportunity to tease you. mandy will tell him anecdotes to embarrass you, but won't actually divulge your darkest, deepest secrets as she does respect you and cares for you more than words could ever say. but they do mock flirt to rile you up. this is miranda's way to try and get you to actually make a move on matty and attempt to be happy with someone because god knows you need and deserve it.

a few hours later, people are now several drinks deep that everyone is feeling good when the music starts to get louder. some of your friends have already made their way over to the dance floor to get their move on while the three of you keep chatting. you notice that matty keeps bobbing his head along to the beat, sometimes swaying from side to side in his seat, and making cute, silly movements with his hands, all while singing along to most of the songs (when i say he loves music, it means he LOVES music to the point where he knows so much, old and new).

and you know a party is not a full fledged celebration until the reggaeton section of the night makes its appearance. so that means that "gasolina" comes on over the speakers and, well, that's that. "sorry ladies, i can't help myself any longer." he takes the final swig of his beer and heads over to the dance floor and just lets go lol. he's dancing by himself, he doesn't care, hips swaying from side to side, raising his arms and doing his own thing. it's hard not to be mesmerized. meanwhile, you and mandy are staring from the booth with your jaws on the floor, not really processing what's happening in front of you. "what the fuck is going on? did you know about this?" miranda asks you in shock pointing at him getting down, but you don't hear a single word coming out of her mouth because you're transfixed in watching him dance. it's all so effortless, like he's one with the music. miranda turns to look at you and notices how you're bitting your lip and holding on to your gin and tonic for dear life. she laughs and keeps trying to get your attention to no avail because you are under a spell at this point.

other women have now also taken notice of matty and his sexy dance moves that there are a few of them trying to get his attention. but honestly, you're so dumbfounded that you don't even notice them. your eyes are strictly on him. he also doesn't care about other women (other than you) so he's in his own little bubble dancing to song after song on his own. "since you are clearly not in this world anymore, i'm gonna go save your boyfriend from being devoured alive by others." and that's when you came back to reality. "boyfriend, what? who? whose boyfriend?" mandy smiles, shakes her head, and gets up to head over to matty "darling, you're so done for. wake up and make a move." she's now dancing with him and the other ladies seem to be dispersing lol.

after a few more minutes you decide to just fuck it and head over there yourself. you're not much a dancer but the alcohol in your system has given you some courage to get up and walk towards matty and miranda. you place your hand on matty's lower back and as soon as he notices you, he cannot help but grab your hands, wrapping both your and his arms around your stomach, pulling your back against his chest, making you sway to the music with him. "hey you." because this is almost too much for you too handle and you're busy figuring out what your next move should be (literally), you don't notice when matty looks over to mandy, her putting two thumbs up and smiling, making her way over to the bar and leaving the both of you alone amongst the crowd. matty smiles in return and then all of his focus is on you and trying to make you feel comfortable. he knows social settings like these are not your forte, so he wants to make sure you have a good time and he will do anything to make that happen. he's one true sweetheart, really. matty's guiding you along, trying his best to not go crazy in the dance floor as to not overwhelm you, haha.

you're getting the hang of it and tbh you're actually enjoying yourself, to the point that when "fantasy" by mariah carey starts playing, you let out a shriek, pull yourself away from him and start dancing on your own. you love that fucking song, but to be fair, who doesn't? a bop for the ages. you're singing along, moving your body from head to toe that matty cannot help but be enamoured at the sight of you and just smile like an idiot. of course, he doesn't waste a single second to dance and sing along, as well. and it gets to that part of the song when you just lock eyes, point at him and sing "i'm in heaven with my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend." he pretends to play dumb by looking at either side of him to see who you were referring to and then putting his hand on his chest as if asking "me...?" you blush but cannot help and grin from ear to ear when matty makes his way over to you once again, pulling you close by the waist. "boyfriend, huh?" you shrug and bite your bottom lip, trying your damn best to keep yourself from smiling and feeling like a teenager with a high school crush. you mouth a "maybe" and give him a kiss on the cheek before you pull away to walk out of the dance floor, leaving him there dumbfounded, standing still after hours as he's trying to not freak out. needless to say, after he gathers his thoughts, he walks over to you and doesn't leave your side a single second after that.

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anyway, yes, music is a big part of your relationship with matty.

if you have any thoughts, ideas, questions, let me know! i'm always keen to chat about these two because i fall more in love with them every day <3

as always, thank you for coming to my rom-com. i hope you enjoyed this!

#messages #postmatty au #postmatty rambles #matty #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you

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Right Place, Right Time - Nick Torres x Reader

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References to Where Evil Grew and Companion piece to Red Rag

You’re working alone in the basement when Nick finds you. It’s gone past eight pm and you’re standing in front of the large glass workspace you sometimes use as a conference table, sorting through decades old, blurry crime scene photographs. You’re trying to match them against the half assed A1 crime scene sketch that you’ve blown up for the occasion.

The case you’re working is from 92 and requires a lot more time and attention than you originally thought because of the shoddy work undertaken by the previous agents.

You’ve stayed late tonight because it’s quieter in the evenings, less interruptions. Being the Senior Field Agent means you’re a conduit of information for the younger agents trying to make their bones down here. It can be both time consuming and frustrating.

“I thought you were out on an op tonight?” You murmur, tilting the picture in your hands 45 degrees to the right in the hope that it will make more sense.

“About to head out.” He says, his palms coming to rest upon the surface of the table as he studies your process. There’s an art to what you do, how you put the pieces of a puzzle together after so long. You have an affinity for it.

“You slept with Sawyer.” He states quietly.

It takes a second for the words to filter through to your brain, your eyebrows furrow into a frown before you set the glossy image down upon the table.

“I did.” You tell him tipping your head up to meet his gaze.

“Is that all you’re going to say?” He asks you, shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m not sure what you want me to say.” You return, your hands coming to rest upon your hips. “It was over a year ago, we bumped into each other at a bar, had a few drinks…”

You don’t need to say anything else because he knows how it goes. He’s done it before, many times. His brain just can’t comprehend the fact you did it with Sawyer, that he’s only hearing about it now.

“I’m not going to apologise for a one night stand I had, before you and I were even a thing.” You inform him, your attention straying back to your work.

“I don’t expect an apology. I just…” He says tilting his head away as he struggles to find the words. “We were close back then I don’t understand …”

“Do you remember what was going on around then?” You ask him, your knuckles rapping lightly on the glass. He takes a beat, his mind scrolling back eighteen months.

“Katy.” He says softly.

“Yea.” You murmur. “It was a couple of nights after you closed her case.”

Your sister Katy had disappeared off base when you’d recieved your first posting with NCIS. She had taken after your father, heading into the service, raising through the ranks. You’d worked that case unofficially day and night and when you came up dry just like everybody else, you’d become the girl whose sister vanished into thin air. You couldn’t take the pitying looks, the sympathetic words so you’d taken the first undercover assignment that was offered to you, and then the next one, and then the next because becoming someone else was a lot easier than dealing with your reality.

That’s how the two of you met, working UC operations together. When he’d come out of deep cover, you’d been the first one he contacted. You’d gotten out a year earlier, been assigned to Violent Crimes before you made the move to Cold Cases.

Katy’s body had been found early last year along with those of three other sailors. Nick had worked the case, along with the rest of his team. He had been the one to break the news. Until then you had held out this hope, this stupid fragile hope that she’d had enough of the navy life, that she’d spirited herself away to Nashville the way she’d talked about when she was a teenager.

“She had this amazing voice,” You had told him that night, your fingertips tracing over a polaroid you kept on the fridge. “She used to sing Alison Krauss all the time.”

The news had decimated you, it felt like someone had plunged their hands into your chest and torn your heart right out. They’d caught the guy, a serial who’d been operating in the area at the time, but your sister was gone, and you had to come to terms with that.

“I needed to blow off some steam.” You tell him honestly. “With someone who wasn’t complicated.”

“We were complicated.” He says knowingly, coming to lean on the work surface beside of you.

Eighteen months ago he’d been trying to get sober, starting therapy. Gibbs had just left for Alaska, Bishop not long before. He’d experienced too much loss in such a short space of time, it had knocked him off balance.

“We were.” You agree. “I was a mess, I couldn’t…”

You trail off before finding the words, your arm brushing against his.

“I didn’t have anything left to give,” You explain before gesturing between the two of you. “And we deserved a proper shot.”

“Wrong place, wrong time.” He says, capturing your hand, his fingers entwining with yours. “I’d like to think we’re in the right one now.”

“Yea.” You say, your cheek coming to rest on his bicep. “I think so too.”

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[networksupported]

@sorceryparable (continued)

> not that i blame your guy. i would also hate to be in here if i didn't have to.

he manages a sort of reedy whine- and, in true cas fashion (or perhaps true cat fashion, it was hard to distinguish the two) looks incorrigibly proud of himself for it.

> then again, whoever 'she' is- uh- i don't wanna know her either. whoever gets that amount of stress put on their pronouns is not someone id wanna...you know, meet in a dark alley. not that there's any of those around. don't wanna run into her in the employee lounge, if you get my drift- no, that doesn't have nearly the same ring to it.

> whoever 'she' is sounds scary as fuck. there we go. that's what i'm tryna say.

the next three notes are almost a scale- and, failing that only slightly, are not...wholly horrible to hear.

> oh, god. well, telling you now, 'pleasant' and 'musical' are not words ever used to describe me. so. sorry. in advance. um.

more by luck then judgement, he almost manages to harmonise with batt for a whole four seconds. that, or he simply excels at also playing with no real key or signature to follow. probably a mixture of both.

#:CONTINUE: #sorceryparable #thumbs up emoji oh its going so great #apologies for the fact this is on a new post #thats totally for trimming purposes #and not because i messed up the whole app somehow #gotta love tumblr #im great with tech i swear #the post editor kept not letting me..edit...the post and eventually i got too mad at it #its almost my birthday im not spending that fighting with tumblr rghh #im probably actually queuing this to send after midnight #so bam it IS my birthday at least by the point you're reading this #sick #take that #sorry you didnt need to read any of this #i just love to ramble #sure you know that about me now #this is why i adore footnotes like yess girl keep talking go on #sorry SORRY ill shut up now lmao

[visit-ba-sing-se]

gaining new followers is so embarrassing like hello and welcome, prepare to be disappointed! this is not a place a of honor!

#everytime I get new followers i become aware of the fact that there are actual people reading my posts #and the i just want to issue an official apology

[lazycranberrydoodles]

woe mundane monopoly headcanons be upon ye

follow for more of modern au hua cheng’s outfits

#mostly completed this a month ago and then procrastinated the final touches until now lmao #its. so low quality. i also switched to a new brush for lineart and now this is kinda 🥴 #i wanted to draw my modern au designs :3 #fun facts: #hua cheng has a glass eye but he still covers it with his bangs #modern HC shops at prada btw #MQ is described as looking more like a civil god than a martial one so he has a goth academia type thing going on #FX wears sports team shirts everywhere sorry #mu qing’s mug has 3 different level markers #“fuck off” “i can hear you i just dont care” and “ok what were you saying?” #i think mu qing would hate that sort of mug but feng xin and xie lian keep giving them to him #apologies to anyone who doesnt know the rules of monopoly this is incomprehensible without previous knowledge #so: do i believe these four would actually voluntarily hang out post canon #yes actually. fxmq and hua cheng mutually tolerate each other for xie lians sake #imo after like a LONG time hc could actually be friendly towards fx (in book 2 fx admits how courageous hong hong’er is) or mq (bitch2bitch #but i dont think thatll happen there is way too much resentment that goes both ways #remember that theyve canonically fought multiple times ‼️ #tgcf #art #tian guan ci fu #天官赐福 #heaven official’s blessing #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #fengqing #feng xin #mu qing #xianle trio #my art

[adriles]

im sorry to say, that by ignoring the plague of apollo, you have doomed the danaans to further misery. Farewell my bitch

#apollo #agamemnon #book 1 #update here cause new post and all! thank you to the anon who informed me about a slur in a prior post #i was not familiar with the term and def shouldve checked it out and changed it before turning the dril tweet around to fit everything here #the fact that it is a dril tweet itself though is….hm #anyways! apologies! the post has been edited #all this is reminding me again is that i should be making more posts and just following the format cause. this is not the first time #that ive encountered very offensive tweets #i havent done it in a hot bit though cause im fairly busy with work now. gonna start phasing the tweet based ones out again soon #also. please inform me if anyone at all finds anything on here that i should tag or edit in the future #i really dont want this to be a place of pain of any kind (other than war crimes) #and ive been running this since i was like…14 so there is likely bound to be smth that should be revisited

[jerichogender]

something that really drives me crazy in ntt is how joey isn’t given flaws that are ever explored in a meaningful way. i think a perfect storyline they could’ve done to give him more depth is go off of the established thing joey does of eavesdropping on people. have it be a situation where he finds out something about one of his friends that he shouldn’t know & then he has to learn the hard way about respecting other people’s privacy

#there is that time in new titans when he breaks raven’s confidence after he spots some red flags in her first relationship #but that’s never made into a full character moment for him #in fact donna’s the one who speaks for the whole team saying that they shouldn’t have made assumptions about raven’s relationship #(even though they did turn out to be true) #like joey’s the one who starts the conflict there’s no resolution where he gets to grow as a character #he ends up saving raven from her evil boyfriend & reuniting her with her mom #but none of him apologizing for breaking her trust or showing that he learned from that going forward #another angle i think would be interesting is the time he tried to swoop in & ask out sarah simms immediately after she got broken up with #but perhaps that’s a post for another day #joey wilson #ntt

[fuckyou-saidtheraven]

*rattles the bars of my cage*

hey mechs tumblr?

what the FUCK do you mean the angel drank bottles of dionysian wine?

#original post #fandom #the mechanisms #paragraphs in the tags #apologies since im a relatively new mechs fan but i was rereading the story of the toy soldier today #and i noticed one of the bottles the angel had been drinking from had a label #and??? it's dionysian wine??? like from labyrinth??? #and as far as i knew labyrinth never engaged in interstellar trade??? #bc of oedipus' line stating that there was pretty much nothing beyond the city's automated offworld colonies #tho the exact quote is that there's 'nothing beyond the city save the automated colonies that feed it and the empty black' #but WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???? #does this mean the olympians KNOW there's other civilizations out there and regularly engage in trade with them #and they just hush it up and spread the lie that there's no other life out there so people don't try to leave? #bc no one is supposed to escape the labyrinth? #or was the angel just a nymph who did manage to escape the city and brought a hefty supply of alcohol with them? #in which case it makes the fact that ts stole their voice and became a nymph itself morbidly hilarious #imagine youre a regular-ass employee at dionysus' place and some weird whirring automaton shows up with your dead coworker's voice #tbh im pretty sure this is old old news for most of yall #but what the hell #the mechs #ulysses dies at dawn #the angel the mechanisms #quoth the raven

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

#so the hospital group that diagnosed my stroke as an anxiety attack&let me sit in their er for roughly five hours is in the news #bc body cam footage came out showing them having called the police on a patient who was 'refusing to leave' #despite the fact that he 'had no medical reason for being there'. #he had ODd&they had given in narcan. he was also homeless. so all the actual rules about watching a patient post resus #went out the window in favor of calling police&being incredibly cruel about it. #the man died at the police station. where they took him bc they looked him up&he had bench warrants. #they couldn't process him bc he was totally unresponsive. they tried tho. best believe they tried. #&when they had to explain why they were didnt try to get him medical help they released the body cam footage. #prob the only time they didnt throw tantrums over it too seeing as it successfully shifted the blame. #the hospital has had to apologize publically for the 'failure' on their part. #i cant even put my feelings into words. #ive said it once ill say it every fucking time learning medicine was not&is not hard. its not worthy of special note. #its something you do bc you care. &if thats not the case i hope you die of the medical neglect you would force onto those #who come to you for fucking help. #pathetic. absolutely fucking pathetic. #i might not ever be able to work in traditional medicine but w stories like these why the fuck would i ever want to? #why would i ever want to be associated w willful fucking murderers? bc thats what medical neglect from a medical pro at their work is. #fucking murder.

[linawritesocs]

the seth ships guide!

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omg i'm really doing it!! wow!

okay so! if you don't know, i have like. four main ships with seth. bc i'm a multishipper. and bc i'm indecisive.

i used to ship him with some of my ocs at first, like hayden for example, however, now i prefer to see him with canon characters instead (though i still think seth x hayden is cute).

so, i ship him with riddle, neige, rollo and silver. some of these might seem random, but trust me, they make sense to me.

i see them as both separate ships and also like.. just seth's harem. or maybe they even have a potential as a polycule.

in this post i'll share a lot of facts and lore about these ships, why i like them, how does their relationship work, stuff like that! warning: this post is just. pure brainrot.

seth x riddle.

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how they first met:

they first met during the prologue, when seth (+ minnie and grim) arrived to nrc. riddle already knew that seth is going to cause.. a lot of trouble when he saw him, like he could just tell that from the way seth looked and acted. at first he just tried to avoid him, but when he heard seth say "woah, who's that tiny red guy over there?", he lost his patience. he already knew that this boy will just be floyd 2.0.. or so he thought. seth meanwhile just found riddle cute and a little bit weird, but wanted to learn more about him.

how did their relationship go after that:

.. yeah, they did not get along at all at first. not a day passed without riddle lecturing seth and seth annoying him. funnily enough, seth didn't even try to make seth angry, like he was just.. naturally that loud and energetic and riddle couldn't understand why. riddle also found seth not knowing how most things work really strange, like, sure, of course this guy doesn't know how magic works, but he should know that there are four seasons, right? riddle genuinely thought that seth is trying to make him mad on purpose, but seth just managed to run away from his sister, so he really didn't know much about the world.

eventually, even seth himself got tired of riddle's behavior, so at first he supported ace and tried to help other heartslabyul students convince riddle that he should stop being so strict, but he kinda gave up in the end. when riddle overblotted, others tried to ask seth for help, since again, he tried to stop riddle before, so of course he would do it this time too- anyway, seth said no. he just really couldn't see the reason why he should try and help him again. cater made a joke that if seth agrees to help, maybe riddle will fall in love with him because seth would basically save his life that way and after that seth sat there for a minute and then ran outside to see overblot!riddle. and when he saw him, his first reaction was ".. wow, he looks even more pretty like this". and then ace slapped him.

seth is not the "savior" or "unpaid therapist" kind of guy though. he's mean. and rude. and insensitive. so when he found out about riddle's mother, the whole situation sounded very familiar to him because of his sister, but he still continued to make fun of riddle's "mommy issues" throughout the whole fight, mostly to distract him, though that actually made him angrier how surprising and riddle almost killed seth in the middle of a fight because of that. but seth found the whole thing entertaining, which convinced ace that this guy is crazy.. and convinced deuce that this guy is so cool.

after the overblot, riddle found out that seth was there to help too and that riddle could've killed him, he felt guilty and tried to apologize, though it's hard and he still didn't really like seth. he asked what he could do to make it up for him, seth gave it some thought and went ".. i dunno, go on a date with me or something?". after he saw riddle's reaction, he laughed and said that just a small tea party with two of them would be fine.

when did riddle first fall in love with seth:

it was a really slow process, but eventually riddle started falling in love with seth because of the way seth sees the world. he's so curious about everything, he always wants to learn more. even riddle himself couldn't help but get excited when he saw seth running around and his eyes sparkling. he really didn't want to accept the fact that he has feelings for him though, so.. yeah, he needed some time for that it's chapter 7 and he still hasn't confessed

when did seth first fall in love with riddle:

he thought that riddle was pretty when he first met him, but he started to truly fall in love with him as they spent more and more time together. at first it was just "wow riddle-chan is really cool and smart", but it slowly started to turn into ".. w-why does my heart beat faster around him. stop i'm not falling for a nerd". he would actually try to play it cool and make it seem like riddle is the one who's more shy about it even though on the inside seth is also panicking.

who would confess first:

i want it to be riddle, but also. he would not be strong enough for that. so it would be seth. i can imagine the confession being really dramatic, because this is what both of them wanted to say and hear all this time, but i can't deny that i can also imagine seth screaming that during an argument, leaving riddle shocked and running away.

what would their first kiss be like:

it would probably take like. at least three official dates for them to finally kiss, even though seth would try so hard to make it happen earlier. i think their first kiss would happen while they're taking a walk in the heartslabyul rose garden, it's a nice evening and the sun is setting, they're laughing because of something seth said, there's no one else around and then suddenly, seth finally kisses riddle on the lips. the kiss is soft and sweet and even tastes like strawberries because of the tart they had earlier. riddle needs a moment to process all this and his face becomes completely red. they kiss again.

what are their dates like:

riddle prefers places that are more private and quiet and he doesn't want others to see him with seth, though pretty much all heartslabyul students already know about their relationship (thanks to cater). seth would rather like something more fun and even a bit crowded, but when he's with riddle, it's like.. he calms down a little. even seth finds it surprising, it's like riddle is not boring at all and he genuinely finds him interesting, so eventually he stops caring where they go on their next date. they definitely would have a lot of tea party dates, i can totally imagine seth trying to feed riddle tarts and riddle blushing and trying to stop him. also imagine them taking care of hedgehogs together!

random facts:

i just think it's cute that their ghost marriage outfits would have this "red and blue" theme :]

riddle would lose his mind after seeing seth in his halloween outfit. he would try to make seth wear something that isn't as revealing, but seth would just ignore him and go "ohhhh so you like it?". congratulations, riddle rosehearts. you have found yourself in a Situation. if you say yes, your bf will tease you nonstop and you will turn into a blushing mess. if you say no, he will make a sad face and your heart will hurt so much, you'll want to kiss his silly face so bad, but you won't because you're a tsundere and he will be sad for the rest of the day. good luck.

seth would get his own heartslabyul uniform as another gift from riddle for saving him from overblotting. riddle said that seth doesn't have to actually wear it, he just wants him to keep it, but after that seth started wearing this uniform every time he visits the heartslabyul dorm.

seth also asked riddle to do his "heartslabyul makeup" so that he could actually look like a heartslabyul student and at first riddle refused, but the thought of seth and him sharing a dorm made his face feel warmer and.. yeah, he agreed. seth got a little red heart on his cheek <3

seth has never been on a beach before. he didn't even know that sea was a real thing before. ladies, gentlemen and everyone in-between, here you can see riddle trying to stop seth from walking into the sea because this guy cannot swim. it's not something that you can learn to do when your older sister isolates you from the world for many, many years.

seth actually loves to annoy riddle on purpose mostly to distract him from his dorm leader work and also because he wants more attention from him. when seth finally says what he wants, riddle just sighs and goes "you could've told me earlier".

seth x neige.

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how they first met:

so, nrc and rsa rivalry, huh? what does seth think of it? uh.. none of your business~ i feel like by the time chapter 5 starts, he would be very tired of nrc and he would actually want to leave, so.. maybe he actually kinda would want to betray nrc students. they didn't do anything good for him anyway, so why should he try to help them? why should he root for them? why should he care? all of this is so boring and exhausting.. he still tries to have at least some fun with this whole thing, so he jokes that he will try to make their main rival fall in love with him to distract him from winning. he saw photos and videos of neige, he thought he was cute, but seth is also just so overconfident, he actually thought he could try to make a celebrity like him get a crush on him. and then seth met neige in person. and um.. what are you doing, neige, seth is the one who was supposed to compliment you and make you forget about everything, why are you the one doing this now. neige actually thought that seth is really pretty and he asked him if those purple highlights of his are natural and if his eyes really are both pink and green. he liked his style too and he even made a joke about seth looking like a more outgoing version of vil. huh?.. is it just him, or is seth blushing?.. oh, okay, seth has to go now.

how did their relationship go after that:

seth would try so hard to stay calm whenever he sees neige. he tries to act like it's not a big deal, but neige's kind words make him feel so warm and he's not sure if he likes this feeling. it's just so.. weird. he's too used to nrc students not being honest about their feelings, bottling them up, being mean to seth or just not liking him, so neige's sincerity is so.. new to him. he has to learn more about this guy. and no, he doesn't care about how many stans he has.

neige would think it's a bit strange that seth has to stay at nrc and deal with nrc students, even though seth himself isn't sure if he likes nrc. seth also doesn't have that aura of a nrc student.. at least that's what neige thinks because to him seth is like a perfect prince and doesn't have villain vibes at all <3 neige would ask him if he has ever thought of transferring and, um.. seth would just ask him a question as well. "is it, like, okay for me to do that?"

oh, nrc lost to rsa again? omg how sad.. it's not like seth cares that much actually. he thought their song was mid anyway. ivy will kill him if he says it out loud he just knows it he would try to gather some courage to ask neige out even though he knows just how many fans he has, but when neige asks him "hm? did you want to say something? :)" seth starts shaking and stuttering and tells neige to forget about it. that's so pathetic of him..

neige wouldn't just "forget about it" though and he would try to get along with seth and get to know him better, so now seth has a permission to come and visit rsa students whenever he likes. they don't really see him as a nrc student anyway just like seth doesn't see himself as one. neige tells him that if seth feels tired from everything that's going on, he can always think of rsa as his home and the blond boy almost starts crying and when neige tries to calm him down, seth goes "STOP YOU'RE ALREADY TOO NICE"

when did neige fall in love with seth:

he thought seth was interesting right when he first met him, but he started to fall deeper and deeper in love with him as he got to know him. he thought that everything that seth does is just so magical, even if seth doesn't actually have any magical abilities. his art, the outfits he makes, the way he laughs, everything about him is just so warm and he really feels like a sun to him. even if seth is not actually perfect and there are times when there are dark clouds above his head, the least neige can do is to just be there for him when that happens. when seth feels like it's raining inside his head, at least neige can offer him an umbrella.

when did seth fall in love with neige:

i was about to type that it was love at first sight, but it wasn't, since seth fell in love with him only when he actually met the boy and not when he watched videos or movies with him, saw photos of him, etc. seth is not used to people being genuinely kind to him and saying good things about him and he really was afraid of neige turning out to be a liar, but neige reassured him that he really does mean what he says and he really thinks that seth is precious and deserves to be loved and cared for. great, those words of his have just made seth get an even bigger crush on him.

who would confess first:

it would be neige because he really wants seth to know that again, he deserves to be loved and if no one is going to give him that love, then he will. he would make sure nobody sees them or hears them (even though that'd be hard to do considering neige's reputation) and not because he's scared of disappointing his fans, but because he wants to protect seth from them, since he knows that they can be a bit.. um, overwhelming. seth would end up crying in the end and neige would hold him and tell him that it's okay and he can cry as much as he wants.

what would their first kiss be like:

again, it would happen in a more quiet place and again, seth would be the one to kiss neige. as you have probably already guessed, he likes to take initiative. however, in this case seth wouldn't do it to tease him or anything, he really would try to show neige just how much he loves him and how grateful he is to him for everything. that kiss would feel a little sudden to neige, but he would still be happy and say that he was actually kind of waiting for this moment.

what are their dates like:

neige really would need a good disguise if he wants to go somewhere with seth and seth is glad to help, since he has a lot of colored contacts, different outfits and other things. some fans are still able to recognize him though and that's when they have no choice but to run away and hide somewhere and wait until those fans leave. when they finally do, the boys laugh and continue their date. their dates are always very romantic and memorable and they have this really soft and calm vibe (not counting running away and hiding from fans). also sometimes their dates can just be both of them complimenting each other and saying just how much they love each other.. and also neige unintentionally almost makes seth faint because of how cute he is.

random facts:

neige was surprised when he found out that seth's acting skills are actually really good and asked if he has any experience with theater and stuff like that. seth laughed and said that he doesn't know anything about that, he's just a member of the film studies club and that's it. neige decided not to overthink it and just thought that seth not having any experience and still being so good at it means he's just that talented.

seth really likes to rest his head on neige's lap and let him play with his hair. at first he just did it in a playful way, but eventually started to find it very comforting and sometimes, if he does so, it means that he's not feeling so good and needs neige to cheer him up.

seth has definitely tried to paint neige once and neige noticed that seth is feeling a bit anxious about it, so he assured him that he would be okay with anything seth makes, because it still would be something that seth made for him and that's what makes it so special. seth started to feel even more anxious after he heard those words, but he managed to calm down.

i don't think we know neige's official height?.. so i just imagine him and seth being almost around the same height, maybe neige is a little shorter than him.

they're that couple that makes everyone jealous because they are SO CUTE and SO PRETTY and SO AFFECTIONATE with each other.

seth x rollo.

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how they first met:

let me gently guide you to this post to make my job easier and not make myself type the same thing again hdjskslsls.

how did their relationship go after that:

both of them start texting and calling each other and cole is SHOCKED because he has never seen rollo use his phone so often (cole also definitely does the "why are you smiling, is that your crush texting you" thing. almost loses his vp position). seth actually tried to ask rollo out on a date after the ball, but.. he was just so happy to be there with him that he kinda forgot about it. and when he already teleported to nrc, he was like ".. i did ask him out, right. i did confess to him, right." so because of that, it's like.. yes, they're in a long-distance relationship. they don't know if it's platonic or romantic or both.

BOTH OF THEM MISS EACH OTHER SO MUCH IT'S EMBARRASSING. they can't really talk to each other during daytime because of both of them being busy (the prefect and the student council president.. power couple fr) but when it's nighttime. oh boy. seth is giggling, kicking his feet, screaming, not letting anyone in the ramshackle dorm sleep. it's hard for rollo to hide his smile too. they prefer to text (their chats just look like. rollo typing entire essays and seth going "SJSDJAKDSJAJKSJ YOU ARE SO RIGHTTTT". the best thing about it is that both of them are 100% fine with it AND love each other for it. like seth loves to hear rollo's thoughts and thinks he's so cool and smart and rollo finds seth getting excited so easily really cute), but if they can call, they do it when nobody else can hear them or interfere and they find hearing each other's voices very calming.

seth visits rollo as often as he can and rollo always gets so excited whenever seth visits, even though he tries so hard not to show it. he even plans the whole thing out, like, what he wants to show him, what seth might enjoy doing, he makes a whole list of activities for the day and he even gets a little nervous if they can't do one of those things for some reason, but seth just laughs and says he's glad to just spend time with rollo. seth finds many, many things and people in this world boring, but rollo is sure not one of them.

usually it's seth visiting rollo and not the other way around, because if nbc students actually like seth a lot, nrc students.. don't really like rollo for understandable reasons. but seth still insists on rollo coming there at least once and when rollo finally does, he just stays at ramshackle and seth kinda makes him hide there, just because he doesn't want nrc students to say anything bad about his.. friend? crush? boyfriend? he has no idea. and if nrc students do notice rollo and say something mean.. ehehe, well, just a reminder that seth is NOT your average nice and soft game protag <3

when did rollo fall in love with seth:

it was pretty much love at first sight, even though he doesn't want to admit it. he was already interested in him when he first heard about him because of him being magicless and having to deal with.. well, nrc students and when rollo first saw some photos of him, he couldn't help but think that this boy is really pretty, though he quickly tried to ignore the thought and focus on the "i have to steal everyone's magic" part. and when he finally met seth in person.. yeah, he turned out to be even more beautiful than he thought. rollo definitely was surprised when he found out about seth's personality, but as he got to know him better, he realized that seth is much smarter than he looks and that no matter what he says, seth really is kind, he just.. has a unique way of thinking, that's all. when seth and rollo finally got a moment to talk to each other without anyone else interrupting them, seth told him about all the overblots and it basically went like this:

seth: yeah so that sucked but at least i'm still alive, haha. oh, and i also insulted all of them while fighting them, like seriously, you should have seen their outfits. if you're going to have a scary evil transformation, at least do it with style, okay?? and also wtf are those backstories? idc if your older brother is more loved or popular or something, try harder to make people like you then?? haha anyway what do you think-

rollo: o-oh, i'm so sorry to hear that you had to go through that.

also rollo: *thinking* "i want to kiss this man right here and right now and i want to spend the rest of my life with him."

when did seth fall in love with rollo:

also pretty much love at first sight. even seth found it surprising himself, because rollo isn't usually a kind of person he would fall for (he's lying. he definitely has a type and rollo fits the description perfectly), but something about him just made his heart beat a little faster. rollo saying that he just wants seth to relax and have fun and that he knows living in twisted wonderland and being a nrc student must be hard for him as a magicless person definitely made seth like him even more. honestly, as rollo was talking about nbc, the city of flowers and other stuff, seth was just too busy thinking "i have to squish him. it's not a want, it's a need".

it was just a fun little crush at first though and seth started to really fall in love with him as he started to realize that rollo is okay with his personality and that he doesn't hate and that he even loves it. seth is a confident person with a high self-esteem, but he still was sure that rollo would find him annoying.. and rollo didn't. he even enjoyed listening to him and he could clearly see how passionate seth was about so many things and seth being so skilled and talented even without magic only made him an even more interesting person to rollo. so yeah, when seth apologized to rollo for rambling about colors of one painting they saw and rollo said that he actually liked it and that he would love to hear more.. seth had to excuse himself and go and scream somewhere.

who would confess first:

yeah, it's hard for seth to confess his feelings, even though he's such an extrovert. rollo would be the one to finally confess after one of their many "dates but not really dates bc we're not officially dating yet but we would like to" and he would be very nervous and would blush a lot, but he would still try to be honest with seth and admit that he likes him and he likes him A LOT. seth would just stand there, shocked, because he really did not expect rollo to like him back, even though he often joked that "OHHHH HE WANTS ME SO BAD" when reading his texts out loud to minnie or jay. like.. is it okay for him to be himself when he's with rollo? he's not.. too much for him? could it be that he's actually just enough for him?

what would their first kiss be like:

they would most likely kiss right after that, because seth would be too emotional and he would want to express all of those emotions somehow. he wanted to do this for so long, rollo has no idea though rollo wanted to do this too since he saw seth for the very first time. he wouldn't even understand what he's doing at first because of him just being so happy, but when he finally processes it, he realizes that he's already in the middle of the kiss and he just thinks "well, too late to turn back now" and keeps going. rollo would be very surprised at first because of how sudden it was, but eventually he would give in and kiss seth back. they're completely alone, so it's okay for them to do this, right?..

what are their dates like:

SO WHOLESOME. SO FUN. literally them just walking around (though with seth it's more like him jumping and running and going "yippee!!") and doing cute couple things that are so shoujo manga-core, it's even a little embarrassing. like if someone tried to spy on them, they would have a heart attack just because their interactions are so cute, it's impossible to handle them. like what do you mean rollo is actually okay with smiling around seth and he expresses his emotions more freely and easily and he feels like he doesn't have to hold himself back. what do you mean seth finally can talk about whatever he wants and he doesn't get interrupted or made fun of and nobody goes "silence magicless person" at him. they're so cute wtf.

random facts:

AGAIN, we don't have rollo's official height (PLEASEEEEEEE IF HE GETS HIS OWN CARD HE WILL GET HIS OWN PROFILE RIGHT. I'M LITERALLY ON MY KNEES PLSSSSSSSS), but from his game sprite and the way it looks compared to other characters, it's easy to say that he's QUITE TALL, so i imagine him and seth most likely having a 20 cm height difference or possibly even more. i usually don't get to show their height difference accurately bc of things like canvas size or the way they stand to each other or bc i simply forget about it, but trust me. in my mind seth looks TINY compared to rollo which means rollo is just kind of towering over him all the time and it's SO CUTE.

rollo saw seth without his colored contacts once and seth actually got scared for a second because he thought that rollo will think his eyes are scary, but rollo actually found his eyes beautiful and said that he can still see seth's personality through them.. and seth's eyes became a little brighter after he heard that. he became more comfortable with not wearing his contacts around rollo after that.

rollo actually had suspicions that seth's vision isn't exactly that good (which made seth being so good at analyzing artworks and making outfits so quickly even more impressive) and asked him about it and seth kinda went "haha.. well.. WELL". rollo sighed and asked if he has to wear glasses and seth said that he does have to wear them, but he's just. a little embarrassed of them. their conversation literally went like this:

rollo: ?? but why would you not wear glasses if you need them?

seth: *crying* BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO LOOK LIKE A NERD OKAY. MY JOB IS TO BE A MIX OF GOTH AND PREP. I CAN'T LOOK LIKE A NERD

yes, rollo knows about seth's MANY piercings and tattoos. he knows. he needed some time to get used to seth's style, he can't lie about that, but. fine, fine, yes, he thinks it's attractive and he's actually into that, just don't tell anyone. DON'T. (literally all student council members know that and when cole found out that seth and rollo are now dating and looked at seth he went "its bc of the tattoos am i right- NO SIR PLEASE I WON'T SAY ANYTHING LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN")

rollo actually was a bit jealous of seth's relationship with malleus and thought that seth likes malleus more because of how often malleus visits the ramshackle dorm, but then seth told him that he's actually not a fan of malleus's company and malleus just appears without any invitation get it and first of all, rollo felt very relieved after that, but then he processed what seth has just said and went ".. so what you are trying to say is. that he just visits you at 2 am without any reason and you don't even want to see him?". seth laughed and said "yeah he's kinda like my sleep paralysis demon" and just continued doing whatever he was doing while rollo sat there like ". i will kill malleus draconia the moment i see him again :)"

I JUST. T-THE FLOWER SYMBOLISM. LIKE. THE CRIMSON FLOWERS. AND THE FLOWER FROM RAPUNZEL. THEY HAVE THE SAME THEME AND IT'S FLOWERS I AM INSANE ABOUT THIS

seth x silver.

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how they first met:

they first met at the entrance ceremony and seth noticed silver and went "oooh he's really pretty" and tried to flirt with him after the ceremony, but silver didn't get it and he also was too busy at the time. seth just sighed and went "well. maybe another time BUT I WON'T LET YOU GO SO EASILY". they've met properly some time after that, when seth was trying to get to know all nrc students better and seth prepared a whole introduction and tried so hard to impress him.. except silver just woke up from a nap, so his head was empty and he didn't understand a thing and asked him to repeat it. seth was okay with that and even kinda went "omg.. this guy is so eepy.. that's cute :)"

how did their relationship go after that:

it actually didn't take them that long to become friends. seth saw silver train once and he tried really hard to hide his 😳😳 reaction and awkwardly complimented him and silver just went "ah! :o thank you" seth was like "HE IS SO INNOCENT IT HURTS.." and silver was okay with seth being there while he trains or bringing him some water or waking him up when he accidentally falls asleep again. silver genuinely thanked him once and said that he feels like he can always rely on seth. seth's heart exploded in the best way possible after he heard that.

i imagine them already being kinda close even before chapter 2 or at least knowing each other well, so that it'd make sense for seth to be a little worried about diasomnia students, especially silver and. uh. leona's attempted murder. i think they wouldn't really get a lot of interactions in main story, but they would talk a lot in the events or outside of both main and event stories. chapter 7 silver x seth angst scares me so much

they would become surprisingly good friends even though their personalities are so different.. OR exactly because their personalities are so different. silver finds seth so interesting that it's hard for him to fall asleep and even if he does, seth just covers him with a blanket that he made for him and wishes him sweet dreams. and seth feels more calm around silver and he feels like he can finally take a break from how chaotic nrc students can be when silver is around. after all, silver doesn't really have a nrc student vibe, haha. (+ a possibility of both of them being based on princesses)

however, their relationship would always have this "are we really just friends or.. are we something more than that" vibe. it's really hard for seth to stop staring at silver because of how much he looks like a prince and silver just feels so warm around seth and he doesn't want to miss a single moment with him. other students would also go "hey. hey so are you two.. you know" and lilia would go :O!! when he notices the way silver looks at seth. okay, silver, time for your dad to be your wingman.

when did silver fall in love with seth:

it did take him some time, but as they grew closer, it just kind of.. happened naturally. like, seth just made silver feel so 🥰🥰🥰, silver thought he simply likes him as a friend at first, but lilia laughed and said that the way he talks about seth sounds like something much more than just "oh he's a good friend :)". like seth is always so!! fun!! and he always has something to say!! and he's so cheerful!! he's like the sun itself!! but he also can stand up for himself and he can fight and he can call people out and it's so. HSJSJSKSKSKSK!!! like, silver wants to spend more and more time with him. it always feels so lonely without him and it hurts because silver really wants to focus on his knight duties but all his thoughts are about that silly blond boy and he even keeps seeing him in his dreams and it's kind of annoying.. but he also doesn't want it to stop.

when did seth fall in love with silver:

he found silver really cute when he first met him, but he really started to fall in love with him when he noticed just how safe and comfortable he feels around silver. like he doesn't have to worry about anything, like this world isn't as dangerous as his sister had told him. silver always being ready to protect him also made his heart skip a beat and fall for him even more. he couldn't help but admire just how hardworking this boy is and how much he wants to become a knight so that he can repay malleus and lilia.. he is certainly not boring. he is more interesting than seth originally thought, actually.

who would confess first:

WELL. WELL. let me just say this.

if it's silver, it would most likely be very soft and even casual. like it would just be these two taking a nap together and silver waking up and quietly saying that he loves seth, not even understanding what he's saying, and seth hearing all that perfectly and opening his eyes and going "REALLY?? :D". silver would need a moment to understand what he just said and he would try to come up with an excuse, but eventually he would just sigh and admit that he really does like him.. probably even loves him. seth would just smile and say that he's been waiting for this moment.

if it's seth. well. MAY I GET A DRAMATIC CONFESSION SCENE IN THE MIDDLE OF CH 7 BECAUSE IF NO ONE IS GOING TO TELL SILVER THAT HE DESERVES TO BE LOVED THEN SETH WILL.

what would their first kiss be like:

it would most likely happen a few days after the confession (silver version). as they were just chilling together after training and silver started to doze off, seth decided to jokingly kiss him on the cheek to not let him fall asleep and it actually worked and they just stared at each other for a minute like O_O. and when that minute passed, they just kind of.. went for the lips this time. they forgot about everything and everyone around them and they've realized that they both really wanted to do this, no, they needed to do this. but when they've finally paused to take a breath, they suddenly remembered that uh. uh. they weren't really alone and sebek found them. before they could explain, the boy ran away. he was traumatized and said that he's going to tell malleus about this and silver panicked meanwhile seth went "do it. tell him i chose silver over him" and silver was like "YOU'RE MAKING IT EVEN WORSE.."

what are their dates like:

their dates are so soft. they are either the most romantic dates ever, with them taking a walk in the woods, dancing together as the birds sing, looking at the night sky and trying to find as many constellations as they can, or they are the most chill dates ever that most people wouldn't even count as dates, like it's just them sleeping somewhere, whether it's a couch or under a tree, cuddling and holding each other so tight. what matters is that both of them feel nice and safe and they're happy to be alive at this moment.

random facts:

lilia is so supportive of them, but at the same time he was a little bit protective of silver at first, since he knew that seth isn't always the nicest person to be around, but when he saw just how comfortable they both feel with each other and how patient seth is with silver, he immediately became their biggest shipper. though he really went from "if you do ANYTHING to my son, i will not hesitate to kill you and no one will ever find your corpse" to "you will marry my son right. if you don't, i will not hesitate to kill you and no one will ever-"

silver is that guy who is literally so chill about seth's appearance. like he couldn't care less. and i mean it in a good way. he wears colored contacts and dyes his hair? cool. he has a lot of piercings and tattoos? he looks so pretty with them. his halloween outfit? while riddle is shaking and blushing, silver just walks up to him and says that he looks good in it. and seth knows that it's coming from silver and that he really means it and he starts giggling and going "ehehe thank you <3".

they have the smallest height difference out of all seth ships, with silver being 176 cm tall and seth being 175 cm.

i just find it interesting that if we take ch 7 spoilers, silver was originally blond, meanwhile seth's natural hair color is actually black, but he dyed his hair blond. it's like. sun bf turned moon bf and the darkness bf turned sun bf. do you get it.

BOTH OF THEM ARE MOST LIKELY BASED ON PRINCESSES AND NOT THE VILLAINS AND IT'S DRIVING ME INSANEEEEE

#something about this post feels so pink to me and it's not just the gifs #it's nice to write something soft every once in a while <3 #maybe i'll write something like this for my other ships too #apologies for any typos or mistakes btw im still very sick #and now. the new oc profiles >:) #also the fact that if seth and silver ever got married they would most likely have a wedding in the forest and it would be so cottagecore- #is so. !!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹💖💝😭😭🥰🥰🥰 #[ ✧ 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐲 ✧ ]

[feral-and-or-horny]

I'd love to fuck you on your porch bestie, hold my hand over your mouth so you don't wake the neighbours when I bend you over the railing 😘

Is being fucked on my porch a kink? Because now I'm just imagining all the various ways you could toy with me. Maybe making me sit out on the front porch where everyone can see me with toys secretly pushed inside me. Or sitting out there late at night with the lights off and ordering me to spread my legs and expose my pussy for you to play with and tease whenever you get bored.

Or with the side porch where there's more privacy, telling me I'm not allowed to sit out there unless I'm naked, making it so easy for you to touch me however you like.

#hm. exhibitionism kink is taking stronger root apparently #tbh if it wasn't for the fact that our aide porch irl faces out neighbor's windows #i would totally masturbate out there #my answer #also im trying out the new mature content thing tumblr is doing so apologies if this ask posts weird