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vikkirosko · 3 months

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Hello.

Can I request the hazbin hotel crew (Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust) and Rosie with a gem reader (from houseki no kuni)

Reader is a phosphophylite who defines herself as female (gems haven't genitals). She is the youngest of her gems siblings and by some stranges deeds, fell in he'll by accident.

Reader is quite childish, naive, and carefree because of her young age.

Since reader is a phosphophylite, she is very fragile and a bad fall or run can shatter her. Even strong earth vibrations (like medium earthquakes) shatter her.

Hopefully she can be put back together by just putting back the pieces into place. But when she's entirely shattered, it's like a puzzle.

Here some pictures to show how gems are in houseki no kuni and how a phosphophylite is like :

Thanks!

Please note that headcanons with Angel are platonic

Partially platonic headcanons Phosphophyllite

🌈 Charlie Morningstar x fem!Reader 🎶

You were one of the first guests at the hotel and Charlie was sincerely glad that someone still decided to come to her hotel, however, she quickly found out that everything was not as easy with you as she thought at first. You claimed that you didn't die and went to Hell by mistake, and also that you were a gem, literally

Charlie was genuinely stunned by what you told her and promised to help you get home, even though she didn't know exactly how to do it yet. You started living in a hotel, helping Charlie, but several times something happened that scared her. You could fall apart even from walking too fast, and the first time she saw it, she was very scared, thinking that you were dead, but you calmed her down, explaining that you were alive, but you needed help to become whole again

You and Charlie were somewhat similar. You were kind, friendly and caring towards the others. You talked about your siblings and your life before you ended up in Hell. Your stories were genuinely interesting to the princess, thanks to you she learned more about the world from where you came from, because she had never been there. There was a complete understanding between you, because you were similar in character

Charlie understood that some things were difficult for you because of your physical fragility, so you often helped each other. Together you tried to make the hotel better, because you, like Charlie, sincerely believed that all was not lost for the inhabitants of Hell. You both believed that sinners deserved a chance at redemption

❌ Vaggie x fem!Reader 🎀

Vaggie kept a close eye on the hotel guests, because she had to protect them, and especially, in her opinion, you needed protection. You were the most unusual guest at the hotel. You weren't a sinner and you went to Hell without even dying. You had no idea how you ended up in Hell, and you wanted to go home. You weren't even human, you were a gem

Being a phosphophyllite, you were the most fragile of your family. You could have collapsed due to a bad fall, a run, or even a small earthquake. That's why Vaggie looked out for you very carefully, understanding that neither she nor you were sure that you could be pieced together. Vaggie didn't want you to get hurt, so she tried to keep you safe

She noticed that you were similar in character to Charlie. You were kind too, a little naive. Thanks to this, you and the princess were able to get along, and Vaggie felt she had to protect you, just like Charlie. Vaggie saw your sincere smile and felt her heart grow warmer

Vaggie understood that you missed your home and understood that Hell was especially dangerous for you because of your physical fragility. You quickly became a dear person to her and she was not going to harm you to sinners

🕷 Angel Dust x fem!Reader 💖

Angel watched the new hotel guest in your face with interest. You came to the hotel by yourself, asking if they had any rooms available. You didn't even know that this hotel was intended for the rehabilitation of sinners, but there was something that surprised Angel even more. You weren't a sinner, at least according to you. You claimed that you did not die, but ended up in Hell in a way unknown to you. Moreover, you claimed that you were not human, you were a gem

When talking to you, Angel was thinking about his sister. You were kind, childish, and a little naive. Angel felt that you needed to be looked after, and pretty quickly he found out that there was a reason for that. You turned out to be very fragile, physically speaking. Because of your own carelessness, you fell, tripped over your own foot, and fell to pieces. Angel was shocked to look at several pieces of your body consisting of phosphophyllite

Angel sat for several hours, helping you get back together, putting you back together like a mosaic. You were sincerely grateful to him and gently hugged him, trying not to get any more damage. As it turned out, this has happened before, but in past cases your siblings helped you, which you were happy to tell him about. Listening to your stories, he thought again about the time he spent with his sister

Spending time with you, Angel felt like he was resting his soul. You have developed a strong, friendly relationship. Your bright, easy character stood out strongly from the gloomy atmosphere of Hell, but communicating with you allowed him to feel better for a while, as if everything in his life was not so bad

📻 Alastor x fem!Reader 🎙

Alastor watched with interest what was happening at the hotel, and your appearance did not go unnoticed. You were, it would seem, the perfect guest for the Princess of Hell's hotel. You were a kind, slightly naive and infantile person who ended up in Hell for an unknown reason. When Alastor found out that you really didn't know the reason why you ended up in Hell, he couldn't help but chuckle. You claimed that you didn't die and that you weren't even human. You claimed that you were a gem

Alastor didn't take your words seriously, watching your actions. You sincerely tried to help Charlie and Vaggie, communicated with the others and periodically Alastor heard you talking about your siblings. When he saw you stumble on the carpet and start to fall, he saw the genuine panic in your eyes, and with the help of shadows he caught you, carefully putting you on the floor. He saw the relief on your face and you thanked him for protecting you from breaking apart

Your scared face at the moment of the fall made it clear to Alastor that you really believed that the fall could destroy you. You told him that you, being a phosphophyllite, were one of the most fragile of gems, and an unfortunate fall could cause you to literally fall apart and you weren't sure if you could be put back together. What you told me really interested Alastor

Radio Demon was interested to know what else could be expected from you. Maybe you really were a gem, maybe you really weren't human, as you claimed, and that made a lot of difference. You could have become the very variable that would have changed what was happening around him and added new interesting events. In the meantime, he's been watching you try to find a way back home

🐍Sir Pentious x fem!Reader 🎩

Your appearance at the hotel caused Charlie a lot of joy. The princess tried to make sure that the guests of her hotel got along well, so she tried to make both you and Sir Pentious, who were both new to the hotel, get along. Sir Pentious didn't see anything unusual about you at first, until one day you bumped into each other in the hallway. Because of your collision, you literally fell to pieces, as if you were made of a very fragile gem

This caused Sir Pentious to panic a lot and he tried to assemble you as if you were a puzzle, a complex puzzle that he was obliged to assemble. However, a new wave of panic was caused by the fact that, despite your condition, you spoke, trying to calm him down, claiming that you were not in pain and that he should be more careful and not crush parts of you, because then it would be even more difficult to assemble

He and his minions spent several hours trying to restore you. During this time, you told them that you weren't even a sinner, you ended up in Hell by accident and you were literally a gem, one of the most fragile of all and a lot of things could make you fall apart literally. You hoped that you would be able to meet your siblings again, but while you were in Hell, you hoped to get along well with the other inhabitants of the hotel, including Sir Pentious, who was so worried about you and that you were whole

After you were put back together in pieces, no one would have thought that you had even a small crack. Sir Pentious, who liked you, tried very hard to keep you safe. He took care of you a little too much, but you had fun with him and you were glad that he was with you

💀Rosie x fem!Reader 🌹

You and Rosie met when she was returning from an overlords meeting. She saw you covered in cracks and was interested. She helped you safely get to her home, where you could rest for a while and your cracks disappeared. Rosie was very curious to find out who you are and why you almost literally fell to pieces

You told Rosie that you weren't from Hell and got there by accident. You weren't even sure how exactly you got there. You told her with a sincere smile that you had older siblings, that you were the youngest of them and that you were a phosphophyllite. You were literally a gem in human form. You were open, friendly and a little naive, and Rosie understood that you needed someone who wouldn't let you get hurt

You didn't hide the fact that you were literally fragile. Falling or running could hurt you. You almost crashed when you were hiding from a few sinners the day you and Rosie met. Because of this, Rosie was looking out for you, not sure if you would be able to be put back together if you fell to pieces. She didn't want to take any chances, so she made sure that no one hurt you and that you didn't get into trouble yourself

No one in Rosie's entourage knew why she cared about you so much, but no one argued with her. Next to her, you were like a ray of light that wasn't so easy to find in Hell. Rosie understood that you would like to leave Hell and return to your family, but while you were in Hell, she intended to make your stay there as easy and pleasant as possible

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #Charlie Morningstar #Charlie Morningstar x Reader #Vaggie #Vaggie x Reader #Angel Dust #Angel Dust x Reader #Alastor #Alastor x Reader #Sir Pentious #Sir Pentious x Reader #Rosie #Rosie x Reader

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fandomshatewomen · 11 months

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Uhura hate vs Concerned fans? Who is really winning?

In response to SNW Uhura hate, I will like to address this objectively and logically.

1. Admitting it is wrong to hate or bully ceelia gooding.

2. Also saying she is miscast in the role of Uhura.

I do not condone any hate or racism to any actor. Nonetheless I do believe some actor are not right for a part or sometimes actors are miscast deliberately for a part to push an agenda.

The very first time I saw the promo for snw, I was shocked at the Uhura photos as I could not truly tell if that was meant to be a boy or a girl. having to now accept that, this is meant to be a young Nyota felt too far-fetched.

We should not condone hate. However fans also need space to express genuine concerns. I do NOT believe that the majority of people that say Ceelia Gooding is miscast hate her. they don’t just think she is right for the role and I agree.

SNW will never have cast a Danny DeVito or a Jason Alexander actor in the role as Spock. They also would never have cast a Rosie O'Donnell as T-Pring or Chapel or Una. I love all these actors but they will be 100% wrong for some trek roles. This is the same with Ceelia Gooding as Uhura, an actress who may also be undergoing gender hormone therapy as a non-binary actor. It makes sense that Uhura looks very androgynous on the show, she is played by a non binary actor.

Sometimes even with racism, some actors still fit the part that could not be denied. Look at Halle Bailey, despite not been white she was still a perfect casting of Ariel in the little mermaid. This is not the case with Ceelia Gooding. There is nothing about her that is similar to TOS Uhura or what made Uhura Iconic.

Alright friend, you caught me on a day when I've got some extra time and spoons so I'm gonna try and engage with your message under the assumption of good faith (but to be clear, with all due respect, framing your message as "objective" and "logical" is giving big dogwhistle energy...)

Quick piece of context setting, I'm mostly familiar with Star Trek media through social osmosis and not personally watching the movies or tv shows, but I would say I'm familiar enough for a general conversation. I also did about 30min of additional research to double check my info but if I get some details wrong, that's why.

For anyone unfamiliar, Strange New Worlds (SNW) is a prequel to the original series of Star Trek (TOS) so they feature a handful of the same characters.

Now, you say there is "nothing about [Celia Gooding] that is similar to TOS Uhura or what made Uhura iconic." I think there's plenty about Gooding that is similar to Nichelle Nichols/TOS Uhura. They are both black, they are both relatively femme presenting, neither is visibly physically disabled, and they are pretty close to the same height (5ft5in vs 5ft8in). So then are you upset that SNW Uhura wears her hair short? Or are you upset that she wears pants and a tunic style jacket as her standard costume rather than sheer tights and a dress that barely covers her butt?

As an aside, "iconic" is a wholly subjective category but I don't disagree that Uhura is an iconic character. That being said, since you point out that quality, if you're up for sharing, I'm curious what you think made TOS Uhura iconic that is so different with SNW Uhura.

To quickly address your counter example, sure, if Danny Devito were cast in a prequel role to Leonard Nimoy's Mister Spock, that would strain credulity. But let me ask you this -- do you *really* see the same level of difference between the visual presentation of Danny Devito vs Leonard Nimoy and Celia Gooding vs Nichelle Nichols? Really? Let me grab a few pictures just to be sure we're all seeing the same people...

(image description: two photos, both featuring two men standing side by side; on the left is Danny Devito, a shorter heavy-set man, with George Clooney, a much taller and slim man; on the right is Leonard Nimoy with Jim Parsons, they are both tall and slim /end id)

(image description: two photos, both featuring femme-presenting individuals standing alone and looking into the camera; the one on the left is wearing a silky red ball gown with a deep-v neckline that shows off their boobs, they are wearing light makeup and some jewelry and their dark hair is buzzed short; the one on the right is wearing a glittery gold ball gown that has two high slits to show off her legs, she is also wearing some makeup and jewelry and her longer fluffier hair is styled in an updo typical of the 1960s /end id)

Look.......... the only specific/clear(ish) objections you've raised about Gooding getting cast in this role are about her appearance. As I have hopefully sufficiently demonstrated, I think those concerns are unfounded. If you have issues with the narrative/plot/character development for SNW Uhura, your problem should be with the writers and not with Celia.

If you're up for a little self reflection, try and get more specific about what bothers you so much about the situation. Connecting some dots here, you said SNW Uhura is too different from TOS Uhura to be acceptable to you, but you did not raise the same concerns about Ethan Peck as SNW Spock, even though he's also different from Leonard Nimoy as TOS Spock. What's the difference in the differences that makes one of these fine and one of these not?

•mod dyr

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adding this photo i found of nichelle and leonard bc its so sweet <3

#star trek #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw #st snw #snw #snw uhura #celia gooding #celia rose gooding #long post #p.s. if you want to follow up regarding the questions i've asked here i am open to continuing the conversation!#p.p.s. why did you misspell her name every time like that?

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xoxo-sarah · 8 months

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I Wanna Be Yours || Part 7

Part 6 | part 8

↝a/n: Raise your hand if you're ready for Robin and Reader to finally smooch 🙋🏻‍♀️ raise your hand if you also want reader to finally be happy 🙋🏻‍♀️ raise your hand if you know this chapter isn't going to have either of those 🙋🏻‍♀️ enjoy! <;3

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝ Warning: not proofread. Possible spoilers, Canon events, season 3 Karen flashback, readers first kiss during flashback, Chrissy's funeral, hinted panic attack, not proofread

↝⎙ 9.15.23

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The cold midnight air nipped at your skin. It didn't do much to help the rosy pink hue of your cheeks that were caused by a certain person who sat in her car, watching as you made your way home. You had told her to drop you off a little away from your home, in case anyone in your home was still up.

You hadn't meant for this to happen when you had snuck out of the house to go to a party. It was originally to watch over Chrissy and to make sure Jason and his friends didn't do anything stupid. But you somehow ending up in a room, alone with a girl you had met very few times. She was pretty, sure, but you hadn't pictured your first kiss to be her.

It all just happened. Things got a little further before you realized what had happened and immedently wanting to go home. The girl was super understanding. Jason had taken Chrissy back to her house before you had left, so you didn't have to worry about her. What you did have to worry about was the pink marks around your mouth from a bright lipstick.

Before you had stepped out of her car, she wiped at the mark under your lip, her finger lingering as she smiled sweetly at you. "For your first kiss, you weren't bad." She found herself so amusing.

The kiss wasn't bad, honestly. She just wasn't someone you had seen yourself kissing, unlike a short-haired and blue-eyed dork.

You walked up to your door, trying to quietly open it.

Your mother stood by the door, a red dress, lips colored to match, a purse hanging off her slumped shoulders, eyelids colored along with darkened eyelashes, jewelry hanging from her wrist and ears, and white pumps. She looked to the side, noticing you.

She was dressed for a date night, yet your father was snoring, and they haven't gone out in a while. Actually, you couldn't remember the last time you were stuck at one of her friend's house while they went out. It just wasn't something they did. She could be going out with said friends, but it was already late, surely, they were all in bed.

She turned from where she had been looking in the living room.

You both just stood there, staring, not knowing who was to ask the first question and when.

"I won't ask if you don't."

She sounded guilty, but you probably looked it.

Nodding, you closed the door quietly and slipped past her, getting a whiff of her perfume. She glanced from you making your way up the stairs back at Ned and Holly, who slept peacefully in his recliner.

Sighing, she stepped out of her shoes and let her purse fall down her arm.

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Karen looked at you through the vanity mirror, watching as you fiddled with the hem of your black dress. "What do you think?" She lifted her lips into a smile when you raised your head, looking at the work she had done to your hair. She had curled it and stuck a few pins in to keep hairs in place. "Love it. Thank you." Your eyes fell back down, along with her smile.

"Talk to me, sweetheart." You were going to your best friend's funeral, for crying out loud. "Please."

"Nothing to talk about." You kicked your chair backwards against the carpet, before standing up.

She stood, looking at your empty seat, trying to think of how to help you, how to help the bags under your eyes that she covered up. She could only assume they were from not sleeping.

You sat 2 pews behind Jason, going between looking at Chrissy's mother as she sobbed for her daughter and glaring into the back of Jason's head.

From your spot, you saw a muscle tick in Jason's jaw when Mrs. Cunningham had brought up 'the monster that did this to her'. You two had different monsters you wanted to get rid of for the same reason.

The fabric felt itchy. Your skin felt as if you were wearing low-quality wool, poking and prodding constantly. Your mother held a weeping Mrs. Cunningham as she tried to comfort her. Your eyes searched the room. You had lost him. One second you had Jason and his friends in your sight, the next they were gone. There's no telling where they were and what they were planning.

Truthfully, you felt bad for still thinking of anyone beside Chrissy today. Yes, Chrissy's mother was mostly a terrible mother, no matter how much she and Chrissy both tried to cover it up, but she had still lost her child.

"What was the last thing she said to you, dear?" Mrs. Cunningham and your mother watched as you looked over and tried to find the words.

Your mouth moved but no words came out.

"Truthfully, I don't remember. I'm sorry." Your voice was barely above a whisper, your own frame sinking in.

Your mom nodding, trying to ease you. "That's alright."

You offered a small nod before looking around for the door, for fresh air.

Was it 100 degrees right now? Were you allergic to the fabric of your dress? You currently felt allergic. Your skin felt hot but the blood coursing through your veins felt cold as ice. Air hit your face, the smell of a cigarette being smoked wafted through your nose, the bright light from the sun burned into your irises, your legs shook. The wall behind you felt like it suddenly disappeared until your back finally hit it. Your lips moved to breath in and out, the raged breath making it difficult. In, out, in, out, in, out, in-

"Sweetie!"

Karen rushed toward you, noticing the way your legs shook, chest moving too quickly, eyes glancing quickly from one place in the concrete to another. "Breath, c'mon. It's okay, mommy's here."

As your body went limp, she caught you, falling down the brick wall to hold you tightly, rubbing your back and pushing your curls away from your face.

your eyes caught pairs of shoes walking out of the door in a hurry. Looking up, you watched Jason and his friends as they left going god knows where.

"Can we leave?"

" I'm back home." Your finger lifted from the button on the walkie, before you threw it on your bed, going back to packing your bag.

Just as you walked out of your room, making your way to the kitchen, Eddie's voice broke through the tiny speaker.

"Hey, Dustin. You there? It's Eddie, you remember me, right? Hey, uh, if anyone's there, I really think I might be in a bit of trouble here. Okay? Wheeler? Either of you? Anybody?!"

"Woah, woah!" Steve stubbling out of the dark room, wiping and hitting every part of his upper body, trying to kill the stupid spider. Nancy looked him over, confused. "Wha-what's wrong?"

"There was a spider."

"What?"

"It's a black widow." He continued to hit his shoulder, feeling as if twenty thousand spiders were crawling on his skin. He slammed the door shut, "Don't go in there."

"Oh, oh." Nancy's hand moved to get something out of Steve's hair, "Wait, just-" What? Something..." His voice trailed off as she continued to get whatever it was out of his hair.

"Wait, stop moving."

"Okay."

"I just...I got it. I got it."

"Thank you."

"If there's a spider in there, you're never going to find it until it lays eggs and the babies spill out."

Steve scoffed, glaring at Robin as she walked past, laughing. "What's wrong with you?" Robin kept chuckling, walking further away from the two. "Robin, seriously." he redirected his words to Nancy now, "She's got problems."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"It's cool you two are, like, friends now. Maybe after we find Vecna, kill him, save the world and stuff, maybe we can all go out." Nancy smiled at the guy in front of her as he went on. "You know, me, you, Robin, Y/n, Jonathan, when he's back." Nancy kept messing with his hair, making sure there wasn't any more spiderwebs or anything. "It's not like we're dating. Me and Robin. Not like we're dating. Right? She told you? Robin? That we're not?"

"Yes, she made that very clear."

Steve nodding as Robin added in. "Platonic with a capital P."

"Yep. Thank you."

He tried to hide the reddening in his cheeks, if asked, he was surely going to blame it on Robin irritating him. That's it. He wasn't embarrassed. Not one bit.

"I mean," His voice went back quiet, a little louder than a whisper. He should probably stop talking. "I would date her. She's just..." He should defiantly stop talking. "She's-we're just...Never mind. We're friends. We're just friends. She- I know someone who would be great for her. We're not- we're friends."

"Right. Right." Nancy fiddled with a few strands of his hair before stepping back. "Okay, all better."

Steve turned, "Great. Thanks." His eyes went from her face to the dust covered hallway walls and floors. "Guess we should, uh, get back to the investigation." Getting an awkward nod, his mouth continued to spew, ""The obvious things are not what people observe." or "do...don't deserve." or..." his lips formed a straight line, unimpressed with himself. "Sherlock Holmes."

Before he could make an even bigger fool of himself, he walked away. "y/n's probably back by now."

Hearing what Steve had said, Robin's mind wondered to you. How were you doing? How did the funeral go? How were you emotionally and mentally right now?

Knowing you, you were probably still thinking about what you guys were to do about Eddie and Vecna instead of registering what had happened. It's not doing you any good in ignoring what happened even if you don't realize it. She'd gladly help you if you'd let her. She would hold you and tell it's going to be okay. It eventually will be, Robin thought.

At this point, you were counting the bumps in your ceiling, the envelope max gave you flipping between your fingers.

What were they doing? Why haven't they answered you back? Eddie had spoken over the walkie, apparently Jason was at Reefer Rick's, but it had been a while since he had said anything else. You would've gone to help him if you had a way. If you were to walk there, Jason would see and you and Eddie both would be in so much trouble. What was Mike up to in California? Was he having more fun? God, you hope so.

Upbeat music played through the speakers. Nancy didn't care enough to change the radio.

"Not to be a wimp, but can I sit in the car for this visit? Cause this is gonna totally and royally suck."

"It'll be fine." Nancy's knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel.

"I can't stand to see those doe eyes of Eddie's break again. I really, really can't."

Steve stuffed another chip into his mouth, quickly chewing and lifted up the 6 pack of beer from where he sat beside you, in the very back. "At least he can drink himself into feeling better."

"That's what my mom does." Your lips went into a frown at Max's statement.

"Why don't we give it a trial run? "Hey, Eddie. Uh, good news first this time. We got you some Dustin-approved junk food and that six-pack you requested. Oh, yeah, and we found Vecna. Only the bad news is that he's in the other, darker, much scarier dimension that we told you about and the gate's closed, so we have no way of getting to him. Like, he's entirely shut off to us so basically, you're screwed. And no, I know you were already screwed, but now you're doubly, triply screwed.""

"Okay calm down. Want a chip?" Robin turned to look back at you, looking from your face that wore an awkward smile to your hand had held the can of pringles. She shrugged, reaching back the farthest she could. Sadly, it wasn't far enough because Max had to grab the can and hand it to her. She plopped back down, huffing and looking out of her window at the passing trees.

"Wait, maybe we don't put it like that." Lucas offered.

""We're one step closer to finding Vecna." That's what we say. That's what's important."

"See, Robin? A positive spin can make all the difference."

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 8 months

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Man In Black

Summary: Jake Kiszka X fem reader, set in the early 1950s the reader struggles through a romance with a criminal. I couldn’t shake this idea after seeing Jake in the new black suit so here ya go!

Warnings: 18+ only! Not for minors! fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), some p in v, slight dom Jake, sorry if I missed anything

Word count: 4.8k

The streets were dark and quiet at this hour, but you actually preferred making the walk from the schoolhouse to your flat at night. The cool breeze and the hazy glow from the street lamps always gave you time to think.

Tonight started out feeling like any other night, as the sound of your block heels hitting the paved walkway with every step lulled you into a near sleep-like drift home.

That was until the hairs on the back of your neck stood to a point, your skin prickling with the feeling of being watched.

You slowed your walk, stepping more gently, and your ears focused in on the sound of a secondary pair of footsteps following closely behind you.

You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself to confront your stalker as you came to a halt just a block from your destination.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to walk home alone at night?” A slightly raspy yet light voice called out to you.

Although your blood was still pumping at a high rate, your heart soared into the top of your chest when you easily realized who it was just by his sound. “You’re the only man who’s ever approached me in the middle of the night, Jacob Thomas Kiszka”. You could already picture his face behind you, his plump and rosy lips curling in a smirk when you successfully identified him.

“Is that right? Well I guess I’m the only danger here then”. He let out a breathy chuckle, quiet hums of amusement cut short by the brisk night air.

“You’re entirely right” you smiled, turning on your heel and jumping into his arms. He embraced you back, tightly wrapping his free arm around your shoulders and squeezing your frame against his. “How long are you here for?” You mumbled into the collar of his coat. Although your unexpected reunion was thrilling, you knew better than to get too excited.

He loosened his hold on you, taking a step back so you could speak face to face now. “Just about 20 hours doll”.

Under the streetlamp you let yourself take him in. He looked like a ghost suddenly appearing before you, just as you had last seen him only painstakingly different all at the same time.

His coat was nice, nicer than anything you’ve ever seen him in before, black satin cut and put together in a way that broadened his usually narrow and delicate frame. He looked more filled out as well, like he had really been doing well for himself, and it looked good on him. Way too good.

To match his new coat he had on a pair of black slacks and black heeled boots giving him that extra inch of height he always craved but never quite bothered you.

One of his hands was full like usual, carrying his one and only prize possession, a heavy looking black guitar case. The other was also carrying something much smaller.

He followed your eyes as they trailed down his arm and he lifted it to reveal a bottle of dark red wine. “Picked this up in Chicago, as soon as I saw it I thought y’know who will love this? and all I thought of was you. So then I was on the first train here, just got out of the station. Figured you were still livin’ at the same place. Saw you walking by yourself”. He recounted his steps that led him here, but something about it sounded too good to be true, surely he had some other ‘business’ here as he always did.

“Little daring of you to be coming home right now, I hear they’re out looking for you again” a sudden realization washed over you as soon as the words left your mouth and you quickly hooked your arm under his, leading him off the sidewalk. Even if it was late, you had been standing outside with him for too long, you needed to get him inside.

“They’re always looking for me” he chuckled again, but allowed you to tug him off to your place, that having been his intention the entire time.

“Well maybe if you weren’t a wanted criminal” you scolded him, just as you always did on these unscheduled visits.

“If I wasn’t a criminal what?” He urged you to finish your sentence, always pushing you to rethink your morals when he was in question.

“Doesn’t matter, because you are, and I don’t want to see you getting arrested at my doorstep, now get inside” you pulled your keys out of your coat pocket when you arrived at your flat, quickly unlocking the door and ushering him inside.

Once safe from any prying eyes that could recognize him, you let out a sigh as you watched him place his guitar case down and slowly begin to reacquaint himself with your small studio apartment.

For a moment your eyes remained on the case in the entryway, it looked so common and unassuming, but you knew locked inside was not only a guitar, but hidden tools of his trade.

You grew up with Jake, just outside of town, your family farm having been next to his. Jake was a lively young man and a hard worker, tending to the upkeep of his family’s property along with his brothers.

It didn’t take long for the innocent little girl that you were to fall for him and his charm as soon as the two of you were old enough to truly understand what a crush was.

Your family didn’t agree with your choice of date though. They wanted you to marry into a white-collar family, get you out of the country and making a real living.

Back then you refused every other male they sent your way, building up quite the reputation of being a stiff-skirt until not many appropriate suitors kept coming. Eventually you finished school and got yourself a job in town teaching, proving to your father you didn’t need a man to raise you up, you did it all on your own.

Jake distanced himself from you during your short term courtships, and in the meantime he got caught up in his own city life.

The two of you were reunited at a small club, the other teachers at the schoolhouse dragging you out when they found out you were still single and living on your own.

You hadn’t expected to meet anyone that night, let alone Jake again, but the moment your eyes locked from across the sea of tables and swaying skirts, a fire was reignited deep within you.

When Jake approached, it was evident he wasn’t the same ol’ country boy you grew up with. He was dressed in all black that night as well, his signature look now, as he held out his hand and invited you to a dance.

“Never expected to see you here” he smiled slyly as he guided you towards the small dance floor in front of the stage where the band played jazzy music to keep the guests of the club entertained. “You look” he held your shoulders as he examined you in your nicest dress. Despite your initial unwillingness to go out, you had ended up enjoying dressing yourself up with your matching gloves and extra bit of makeup. “You look like a real life doll, absolutely gorgeous” he took your hands in his again, and attempted to dance with you.

You giggled as his feet kept getting mixed up with yours, grinning widely as a blush colored his face. He clearly wasn’t one for dancing, but he was trying to impress you like he always did.

“What’s happened to you Jacob?” You questioned where he had gone, remembering all the times you visited home and hoped you would get to see him again.

“Had to get out of there, make something of myself. Tried to start a band, you know how I loved playing the guitar for you?”

You nodded your head, remembering many nights the two of you would sneak out to meet at the pond that lay at the back of your two properties. You would bring a quilt and he would bring his guitar and the two of you would sit there late into the night talking, listening to him write songs, and sometimes when he was bold enough you would let him steal a few kisses.

“Well, I met quite a few people along the way. Other musicians, some guys who work in the stock market, investors and what not, ended up getting real interested in banking”.

“Banking?” You were surprised, never imagining the Jake you grew up knowing to be privy to a profession such as banking, but maybe he’d grown up to be the man your father always expected you to be with, and maybe you weren’t so against the idea any longer. “So what, you’re making money to start investing?”

“More like some people have invested in me, my ear specifically” he sounded like he was trying to tell you something more, get you to read between the lines, but you were not following him.

“That’s really great Jake, I can’t wait to see how it turns out for you” at the time you were proud of him, part of you wishfully thinking that your time to be happy together had finally arrived.

The dance the two of you had finally managed to get down came to a finish and he walked you back to your table. “Listen, I’m going to be leaving tomorrow, for a while, but it was really nice to see you again. Honestly sweetheart I-” he was looking down at his feet, his voice was getting caught up, like he was afraid he might never see you again so he had to get everything off his chest now while he had the chance. Then he looked back up, locking eyes with you again, “You know I always loved you right? Never loved a girl so much in my life, and now I meet you here, I meet this beautiful woman and I just can’t help but regret leaving before I ever told you”.

“Jake…” your voice trailed off because you felt tears pricking your eyes by his heartfelt words. You wanted to tell him you felt the same, that you had fought off every other man who had ever looked your way in keeping hopes that he would make this very confession to you. Only you didn’t feel like the woman he made you out to be, there was always one thing missing, and you wanted him to make you into that woman.

Your grip on his sleeve tightened keeping him there with you before he disappeared from you again. “Before you leave” you spoke up, hoping you weren’t being too forward, “would you come stay with me? Tonight? It’s the weekend so I don’t have a class tomorrow”.

“You’re a teacher?” Was his first question, smiling at the detail “of course you are”.

“So?” He hadn’t given you an answer, and you would be way too embarrassed if he declined your invitation after all the signals he’d been giving you tonight. “Before your umm, business trip, I’d like for you to come over”.

He pulled his arm from your hold, but only so he could move it to cup your face with his palm. Leaning over be gave you a subtle kiss on the cheek and whispered into your ear. “Of course, how could I ever say no to an invitation from you?”

That night was the first of many nights you shared your bed with Jake, but it stuck out to you as your favorite because then you didn’t know what he had done. You didn’t know how he had thrown your whole life together away before it had ever even started.

When Jake was gone the next morning you felt a pang of sadness, but convinced yourself that he’d come back soon and you could be together at last. It wasn't until three days later when you were at the shop that you saw the papers and heard the men outside talking.

“They’re saying it’s the biggest bank robbery this county has ever seen, only a true genius could have cracked that vault open”.

With your interest peaked you grabbed a paper, paying the tenant at the booth before carrying your groceries and reading the headline report.

Experts theorize the vault was broken into Friday night. The thief used specialized tools and a sharply tuned ear to crack the lock and get the vault open.

You stopped in your tracks, a hot wave of realization washing over you as you recalled Jake's peculiar conversation.

“I’ve gotten real interested in banking… some people have invested in my ear specifically”

You could not believe the picture you were putting together. Jake robbed that bank and you knew it. You could have told someone, submitted an anonymous police report, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him in even as the reports of more bank robberies from around the country came rolling in.

You started to expect you would never see him again. That he was gone touring the country with a band of criminal masterminds. Six months later though, once the newspapers and radio reporters started to let the story die down for a bit, he appeared out of nowhere and all you could do was be glad to see him, falling right back into his arms once more.

“Just one more glass, for me doll, then I’m yours for the night” his voice was as smooth as the velvety red liquid that he poured. His eyes were trained on his steady hand as his proximity gave you the opportunity to examine his features close up.

The dim lighting cast a shadow on his brow, but his eyes soaked in the candle light, sparkling irises wrapped in a dark chocolatey halo. A hint of stubble was starting to form on his upper lip and chin and you wondered how that might feel grazing against the soft supple skin of your thighs. You imagined it’d be similar to the way your wool skirt sometimes caught on your stockings.

“So as soon as this glass is empty, I can have you?” You baited him as he finished his pour. He nodded with a smirk, sitting back in his seat and finishing off the rest of the bottle in his own glass.

You waited for him to take a sip, eyes locked with yours in anticipation of what the night held as he brought the rim to his lips, the lips you so desperately wanted to be the one caressing right now.

With one confident tilt of your wrist the contents of your glass poured out onto the floor, and in a moment, your glass was empty.

You turned the glass right side up and brought it in front of your face, a faux shocked expression hiding a smile. “Oh, look, empty”.

Jake sat in silence for a moment, utterly surprised by your blatant mocking, then slowly lowered his glass back onto the table.

Before you could utter another snarky peep of disobedience, Jake flew across the table capturing your neck in his grip and bringing his face mere centimeters from yours.

“Do you expect to be rewarded for that behavior?” He growled, nipping at your jaw with his pearly white teeth.

“No sir, I expect to be punished. That’s why you’re here right? To hurt me? To love me so hard that I can’t think of anything other than you as I lay in bed for a countless number of nights until my heart can’t take it any longer?” You felt tears prickling at the corner of your eyes just imagining the pain you knew you were going to wake up with in the morning when he was gone again. Just a ghost of the night, forever haunting you.

“So you want it to be rough? You don’t want me to make love to you anymore?” He was growing angrier by the second. Not at you, not at what you’d done, but at the situation the two of you were in. In truth, he hated it as much as you did. To be free of the infatuation he had on you was a code he’d never learned to crack even as the best vault cracker this country had ever seen.

You whimpered underneath him, spreading your legs and slumping down in your chair. The hand that wasn’t on your throat caressed your thigh, pushing your skirt up until it was bunched at your waist.

“What do you want?” He asked again, the sparkle in his eyes igniting into full blow fires.

“Your fingers” you muttered, grabbing onto his forearm and sliding further down in the chair, your hands on each other the only thing keeping you from falling into the floor.

Although he knew which fingers you meant, the ones around your throat tightened as he slammed his lips into yours, wasting no time in lapping his tongue into your open mouth. Your vision began to blur so you let your eyes flutter closed, trying desperately to kiss him back but his grip was keeping you still. His hand on your thigh began to trail inwards, grazing over your center, but he wouldn’t be able to go very far here, not with your stockings still on.

Instead of letting you up to get undressed, you felt his fingers dig into the seam of the delicate tights, hooking them in and pulling until they were ripping apart. “You going to make a mess on my fingers just like you did on the floor?” He let his grip loosen so you could respond to him, but your mind was too fuzzy to form any coherent words. Instead you just bit into your lip and nodded wildly as his fingers now worked at pulling your panties to the side.

“Not good enough” he urged you, teasing your already soaked entrance, “I want to hear you beg for it”.

Your voice erupted from you as his thumb brushed ever so slightly over your clit. “Please Jakey! Please use your fingers!”

In the far and few times he’d been able to make his way back to you, the love making had always been extraordinary. From the very first time your bodies connected they understood each other, it was no struggle to make the other feel like they were descending on cloud nine. In the in between times, you made do with yourself, and found imagining your fingers were his could did the trick just as well. Now it was real, and you wanted your fantasies played out. Each time you were together growing more and more intense to hold you over. Never knowing when the next time would be.

He pushed his fingers into you slowly and you let out a moan at the welcome intrusion. “That’s it, I’m here love, give yourself over to me”. He began to pump his fingers as soon as he felt you settle around him, watching as your chest began heaving. The hand on your throat slipped down and his nimble fingers deftly undid the buttons on your silk blouse. The way his fingers could work on two separate things at once was impressive to you but then you remembered how skilled he had always been with his hands at everything he’d set his mind to.

Just as you were about to beg him again for more, his fingers retreated from you leaving you whimpering and gasping like a fish out of water with shock. Not even giving you a chance to utter any form of protest he scooped you up from the chair and brought you back down onto the table top.

“Jacob!” You gasped but he ignored your startled yawping, sliding the chair you were just lifted from to face backwards in front of you.

Straddling the chair, he helped you place your heels onto the edge of the table then ran his hand up your stomach, pressing back against your chest to get you to lean back and angle your hips towards him in what you only imagined was a very lewd display.

“You know the wine you so ungraciously spilled?” he smirked up at you from between your legs as he began to run his two fingers back through your still slick folds. “Pairs very well with desserts. I debated picking up something on my way, but all the shops were closed”.

Your legs were shaking with anticipation and also struggling to keep your legs perched on the table with the ruined stockings you still wore making it terribly hard to get any sort of grip.

Encircling one tremoring ankle in his grip, he pulled your legs further apart so he could fit his body easily between, the smirk returning to his face as he admired what he saw. “I guess you will have to do instead”.

Then his face disappeared from your sight, your head slumping back in bliss as his mouth made delicious contact with your core. He was pumping his fingers inside you again, this raised position gaining him even deeper access than before, and his tongue was furiously attacking your sweet bundle of nerves.

You were trying to keep your voice down, knowing well that the walls of your quaint little flat were paper thin, but he was making it increasingly more difficult as he curled his fingers upwards, keeping them buried deep while he made a beckoning motion, calling you towards your inevitable climax.

“How do you think you will taste?” He paused his movements with his tongue to speak when he knew you were getting close. “How about I give you a taste of yourself then you can lick up that mess you made off the floor?”

He let his hand slow down when you didn’t give him a response.

“Yes sir! I’ll clean it up, just-” his fingers sped back up again cutting you off with another drawn out moan.

“Just what?” He chuckled, his face was still so close you could feel the slight displacement of air against your aching center.

“Just use your mouth again, please, I need it”.

“I don’t think you do doll, you’re doing very well just like this”. You whimpered again, teetering on the edge, just waiting and hoping for him to give in.

“I’ll give you what you want, but I expect an apology after. An apology for taunting me and making me treat you this way”.

“I’m sorry!” You didn’t need to wait until after, the words were already pouring out of you. “I’m sorry I said all of that, I missed you so much, missed your touch, missed your voice, missed your cock…”

A groan traveled through him with your heartfelt apology, resuming where he was with his tongue on you again. He was humming with satisfaction as his saliva mixed with your arousal, creating a dark stain on the remnants of your stockings. Then he puckered his lips and gave the bud one hard suck sending you spiraling into your release.

Your arms flailed across the table, knocking your glass to the floor with a sharp crash, another mess to clean. Finding the edge, you gripped the wood to ground yourself as you felt your body soar.

Jake retreated his fingers, but his mouth remained, diving his tongue inside feeling your quivering walls.

When he felt pleased with the mess he’d made of you, he stood back up, kicking the chair to the side and leaning his body along yours.

You crashed your lips into his, taking him up on the promise to taste yourself on him.

“Fuck, I missed you too”. You let your legs slip off the edge, wrapping them around his waist and pulling him closer.

Even through his pants, you felt his bulge pressing up against your now overly sensitive center. “Well darlin’ are you going to finish your meal on the table? Or would you rather take it to the bedroom?”

“So, I’ve heard you’ve been seen with a fuzz” Jake commented with a cigarette pulled out of his crumpled old box showing that he’d had this pack for quite some time. He cupped his hand over the end as he lit it with his silver zippo then fell back next to you on the bed with a long draw.

“I didn’t know you were keeping such close tabs on me, lover”.

Jake wasn’t trying to insinuate you were going to say anything to the cops about his whereabouts. No, he was curious for other reasons about who you were spending your time around.

“Just didn’t think coppers were your type is all”. He took another drag, then reached over to gently put it out, packing the stub back into the box and leaving it on the nightstand. You guessed when you didn’t know how long it would be before you felt safe enough to show your face in a store then you made what you had last.

“He’s a detective,” you corrected matter-of-factly “and what would my type be then?” Reaching over you smoothed your hand over the expanse of his twisted side, wrapping it around his chest as he settled back down once more. “Devilishly handsome, mysterious, long haired men on the run for felony robbery? I’ll have you know, I’m a very respectable woman that can not be seen with the likes”. You giggled as you cuddled down into his side.

“Devilishly handsome hmm?” He smiled widely as he let his arm that you were now resting your head on wrap around your shoulder. “I’ll have you know, that if I ever had a teacher as beautiful as you I might have stayed in school a little longer”. He stared up at the ceiling, only stealing quick downwards glances towards you to make sure you were staying awake since you had made yourself so comfortable in the crook of his arm.

“I’m a grade school teacher Jacob” you were scolding him, but rubbing little circles on his chest with the pads of your fingers. “The boys in my classroom can hardly sit next to a girl, let alone be eying their teacher”.

“Well, I hardly made it past then. Numbers and letters never made as much sense to me as music notes did” the joking tone in his voice turned into something more along the lines of regret. Regret for many things, for not finishing school, for getting into as many fights as he did, for screwing it up with you.

“Do you like him? He treats you right?” He turned the conversation back around, not wanting to spend too much time reminiscing.

You let your fingers steady, flattening your palm as you sighed. That was a complicated question. If he had asked you just a few years ago, you’d assure him that you would never be happy with anyone else. Now, moving on felt like your best option.

“Yeah, he does. He’s the type to propose soon too, very gentlemanly, will hardly lay a finger on me”.

He took your stilled hand in his, holding your touch to his skin for as long as he could.

“That’s good doll, real good, you deserve someone who can give you everything” he’d stopped sneaking glances now, fixated on the ceiling as he finished his thought in a whisper. “Everything I can’t give you”.

“So I guess this was it then. That was the last time?” Your words stung in your throat as you tried to continue to speak, but you fought through it because you knew the end needed to come. You needed to be done with Jacob Kiszka and he needed to be finally done with you.

Craning your neck to look at him, he finally moved to meet your eyes as well. You tried not to think about it too much, but looking at him now made you question how years of teenage pining for each other, and all the passionate nights losing yourselves in each other ignoring the trivialities of the outside world, could all boil down to this.

“No darling,” he rolled over until he was back on top of you “this is the last time”. With a roll of his hips he was back inside you, moving at an antagonizing slow pace that felt like every inch of him was being pulled in and caressed by every inch of you.

“This is the last time?” You repeated as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him even closer to you.

“Shhh” he whispered against your neck, placing sweet kisses everywhere he could as he fucked you again only this time slowly and oh so lovingly.

#Greta van smut #Greta van fic #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #gvf #greta van fleet #yes man in black refers to Johnny cash because I love him

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Dalton Lambert x reader nsfw 😘

I wrote this as a little joke so don’t come for me, also credits to @darling-i-read-it for inspiration on the story line. I can take this down if you see it and you’re not comfortable with it.🤞🤞The reader is on the pill to btw.

You were heading to your first art class of the semester, palms sweaty and the nervousness building up like a pit in your stomach. You had just moved to a new state so you knew a total of zero people, not being helped by your slight case of social anxiety. At least you had your roommate Chris, although she was quite loud and you hadn't got the chance to know her yet.

Lost in thought you walked into something tall and sturdy, when looking up you realized you had walked into not something but someone. In a panic, you frantically apologized for walking into this guy, even through your disorientated state you were still caught by how handsome he was. He was just your type, tall, dark longish hair, a sort of reserved personality, as well as being a little built.

"Hey, hey, calm down. I'm fine, barely even noticed you bumped into me." He said. Eventually, you settled down from his tranquil, soft voice soothing your worries and you quickly apologized again for making such a fuss. Your cheeks now a slightly rosy tinted colour from the embarrassment of making a small scene. "Oh I see, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I must've made you late to class already, go if you need!" "It's okay seriously, and my class starts in about 10 minutes which is plenty of time considering it's only about a 3-minute walk from here."

10 minutes away, a 3-minute walk... that sounded familiar in a way, you were trying to place it for a while until- "Oh my god, I think I have the same class as you!" He chuckled to himself as you exclaimed that in an over-dramatic way. “I figured as much, I saw your artwork on the ground from when you bumped into me. You're really good, who's the person in the picture?" He questioned you. "It's my best friend from home, her name is f/n and she's in a band. Hence her playing the guitar." "Well that's pretty cool, I'd love to be able to play an instrument." "I can relate so much! I'm so uncoordinated with my hands, I physically can't do two different things with them at once." You both exchanged laughs and conversation, making your way to your first class. Getting along impressively well.

As the class poured into the classroom, you all began setting up your easels. By this time you'd found out the mystery guy's name, it was Dalton. Dalton decided to set up his easel right next to yours. Which was the start of a very close friendship between the two of you.

You would see each other often, Chris occasionally joining in on your twos' hangout sessions. Some of which would be on the rooftops of your doom house, you learned that Dalton's dorm room was the one below yours so it was easy to see each other all the time. Other hangouts were peaceful afternoons and evenings, that turned into late nights at either of your dorm rooms. Working on assignments, practising drawing exercises, watching the latest tv shows, playing board games, you name it.

Sometimes the drowsiness and delusion of your late night study sessions would incite flirtatious behaviour. Only small things, extremely specific compliments, falling asleep on one another’s shoulders by “accident”, or practising cheesy pick up lines.

But after a while of hanging out at the dorm house or quick stops to the shops, Chris decided that you two needed to try something more out of your comfort zone. A frat party. Now you weren't totally against the idea, I mean yes it was scary to experience new things, especially ones with a bunch of people, drinking, and loud music. However you figured it would do the both of you some good to maybe develop your social circle a tiny bit. After a lot of back-and-forth debating with Dalton to go he finally caved.

Since you'd never been to one of these parties, you guessed that you should dress up just a bit, picking out a short silky dress with spaghetti straps and lace around your cleavage. Basically oversized lingerie. You put your socks on, next your heeled black boots, your favourite matching heart necklace and earrings, then finally finishing off with a leather jacket straight out of the 90s.

After getting ready, you walked over to the spot you guys had agreed to meet at, the entrance of the dorms. The minute you stepped out you saw you had caught the attention of your two friends, especially Dalton. You could see his eyes travelling up and down your frame, slightly stuttering as he attempted to greet you. But paying it no mind seemed the easiest option, thinking it was probably because you'd never got dressed up in front of them before.

The three of you made your way over to the party, you could hear the music blaring from the house as you approached it. It was obviously very crowded, as you entered you had to maneuver your way around the people making out on the porch and doorway, absolutely no shame while straight up humping one another wide out in the open.

Once you had gotten in the house you and Dalton just kind of stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do in this unfamiliar situation. Both your pleading eyes looked over to Chris for guidance. She picked up on the hint suggesting everyone get drinks, to loosen them up a bit.

You slid your way through the crowd of people dancing, slightly knocking some on the way but too wasted to give a shit. The punch bowl was a bright orangey-red colour with various types of fruit in it, and mostly likely a bunch of alcohol. You yourself didn't like alcohol but you couldn't taste any in the punch, only fruit juice. Urging you to take a little more than you would have otherwise.

"Hey you guys, come over here!" Chris yelled over the music pointing in the direction in which the majority of people were dancing in. Dalton glanced at you, letting you choose whether or not you join in on that situation. You looked back up at his perfectly sculpted face, nodding eagerly as you entwined your hand in his. Pulling him over to where Chris was already dancing her heart out. The sudden hand holding making him blush, not that you could see it in the dark room lit by some flashing LEDs.

You started dancing with the three of them, jumping, twirling, shimmying, just being one big joke amongst each other. All was lighted hearted until the time had passed and the music began to slow, your cup now almost licked clean from the questionable liquid.

A strange urge overcame your brain, seeing Dalton so free, so near. You wouldn't admit it to anyone but you did have what you thought was just a minuscule crush on Dalton, and the current circumstances weren't helping it. You began to feel overwhelmingly hot, and sort of...horny.

You built up the courage to get even closer to him, your bodies pressed up against one another. Your hands hesitantly slinking around his shoulders and neck, as the sensual music rang throughout your ears. By this time Chris had disappeared to an unknown location, not that you were worried about that right now.

As you moved on to Dalton his breath slightly hitched and he froze for a couple seconds before his strong hands made their way around your waist. As your forms squeezed together you could feel Daltons' racing heartbeat, and you were sure he could hear yours too. You cocked your head up to meet his blue eyes, now shaken by a mix of uncertainty and pleasure. "Is this ok with you?" You managed to squeak out. "More than ok." He answered firmly.

Just as you were processing the response he gave you Dalton made the next move, pulling you into an emulsifying kiss. By instinct you slid your fingers between his silky locks of hair, slightly gripping it in order to deepen the kiss. Every second that passed wrapped in these carnal desires led to him grasping your body harder and tighter, the rougher he went the more aroused you became.

Before it went any further you sprinted your way up the stairs and down the second-floor corridor until you found an empty, unlocked bathroom. Once you and Dalton had made your way in, he slammed the door behind him, impatient to continue what you two had started. He lifted you off your feet effortlessly. Your legs wrapping quickly around his torso prior to him delicately placing you on the vanity surface.

You took his lips, then tongue, into your mouth once again, while he pressed his growing bulge to the centre of your panties. The sudden combination made you moan into the kiss, longing for more. You rolled your hips up, eliciting a groan and another roll of Daltons' hips in return. You were soon an erotic grinding mess, Dalton's mouth began to leave your own, making its way down your jaw to your supple neck, shoulders, and chest. Leaving various shades of purple scattered along the area.

His right hand left your waist, trailing down to the hem of your revealing dress, hiking it up around your torso. Leaving you with only one layer of protection on, which didn't prove to be very good judging from how soaked they were. "When I saw you walk out in this outfit, I will say these were kind of my intrusive thoughts, but my first inclination was how badly I wanted to fuck you in this adorable little dress. Do you know how many times I've fantasised about the various positions and dreadfully unholy actions we'd do while I was stroking my dick?”

Your mouth lay agape, you had never even for a second thought Dalton had any romantic interest in you like that the months you were friends. But you'd be lying if you weren't thinking the same about him, the countless times your thighs would desperately squeeze together when he would accidentally brush his hands along your thighs. Now looking back on it not so sure those hand placements were by chance.

"N-no I had no idea, but I can't deny I haven't thought the same about y-ah~!" Dalton had pressed his thumb on your clit through your underwear, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Are you ok with this?" He questioned, pulling on your waistband. You gave him a short confirming nod, and in response, he pulled your panties down around your lower thigh region. The cold air which hit your wet pussy making you shiver.

Dalton went back to rubbing your clitoris, eventually building up to sliding the first finger in by tracing around where you wanted it to go the most. "Please.." you said in an exasperated whimper. He slid his middle finger in, slowly going in and out, curving more and more the deeper he went. Soon enough he added a second finger, picking up the pace a little. Your hands were digging into his broad shoulders for some form of stability, steady breathing turning into fast pants and beads of sweat formed on your forehead.

You couldn't take it any longer, craving for more friction you began riding his hand. He happily allowed you to continue until your climax was fast approaching, only mere seconds before you could cum his fingers suddenly came to a halt. You whined in frustration "Why'd you do that?" "I'm sorry I thought you would enjoy this more."

You looked down to his crotch the minute you heard the clinking of his belt coming undone, he was so fucking hard. Painfully hard. Practically begging to break free from his strained jeans. Luckily the pleas of his brain had turned into actions as he undid the button and zipper. His boxers fell with his pants as his cock sprung up, he was big. Average girth but extremely long, leaking a bit of precum.

"Now tell me if it hurts at all or to stop, just so you know the stretching will be painful. But after a while, your discomfort will turn into ecstasy." "Ok, just put it in I can adjust." Dalton slid his member between your folds, creating a form of lube to ease the process. He pushed the tip in, so far so good. Then about another 2 inches, you could start to feel somewhat of a stretching sensation but not a hurting type. Not until another 2 inches of his dick were inside you that you started to feel a horrible burning feeling.

"Agh! Please stop please stop it hurts Dalton I don't think I can go any further." "Ok stay calm, I'll pull out." He said while slowly sliding back from your vagina, stroking your hair and giving you a soft kiss on the lips. For a minute he held you in his arms, caressing your anatomy lovingly.

"I think we can try again, I was just freaked out by the unfamiliar experience." "100% sure?" "Mhm, I'm ready now." He put it in again, this time it was much less pain inducing. Only starting to hurt when he was a little more than an inch from bottoming out. "I'm nearly all the way in, do you want me to get it over with quickly or wait?" "Go in all the way, please." He swiftly followed instructions, having fully bottomed out now.

It still stretched but was manageable. You looked at his face, so concentrated on giving you the best possible first time. He pulled it back out, only to put it right back in again, he then pulled out, and in, and out, and in until he was fucking you in a slow paced rhythm.

He was indeed right, your pain turning to pleasure as he hit inside of you just right. Dalton put his hand between the glass of the mirror and your head, making sure you didn't smack it as his pace increased. You met his thrusts with your body, causing you two to let out the most blasphemous sounds.

The overwhelming satisfaction making your hands find their way up his toned back, involuntarily digging your nails into it, and hooking your feet over one another to allow him to hit your g spot. "You're so good, so, so, tight...around me." Dalton groaned in your ear. Both your moans and the slapping of your skin were the only noise that filled that bathroom.

You looked down to where you two were connected, his penis stretching your walls as far as they could go while he was pumping it inside. The view turned you on more than you thought was possible, causing you to elongate your neck backwards. Clenching furiously hard around him. You began to feel his cock twitch inside you, indicating he was getting close after about the last 10 minutes of heaven you were both exposed to.

Your moans turned into screams of delight as you found yourself on the brink of an orgasm. The sheer volume was well past what people could simply ignore if they were anywhere near where you were getting your brains fucked out. "Ah~ ah~ ah~ ahhh~ D-dalton, I'm gonna cum~." "Fuck, ugh- me too." He pounded into you so quickly your mind could barely handle it, slamming his hips into your own as you felt your climaxes crashing down on you with the force of a tsunami. He helped you ride out your orgasm, thick's strands of his semen seeping from your hole, his dick lathered in your cum.

When you were both finished, he stayed inside you, heavily panting with exhaustion. His arms pressed on either side of you to keep him from collapsing, heads rested against each other. "My god... that was incredible Dalton. You're so damn hot-" You were cut off by the creaking of the door opening, and who was it but the one and only Chris.

"DALTON!? Y/N?! ARE YOU GUYS, OK I HEARD SOME LOUD NOISES COMING FROM IN H- here?" She had finally figured out what the commotion was all about as she quickly averted her eyes from where you two were still conjoined.

Consumed by utter embarrassment you hid your face further into Daltons' neck, your faces painted a vibrant red colour. At the speed of light, he put his member back in his pants, covering your genitals by pulling down your dress. Chris who was left gobsmacked eventually managed to mutter "I'm sorry for walking in on this but I knew something was going on between the two of you." Then shut the door behind her as she tried to wrap her head around what she just saw.

Once she was gone you couldn't help but laugh at the mortifying situation, Dalton soon joining in on your antics. "Apart from...that, that was one of the best moments of my life, genuinely." "Have you ever done this with anyone else?" You questioned him. "No, not at all. In fact, I didn't have my first kiss until today." Your jaw dropped. “That's crazy. No way you were that amazing with zero experience." "I could say the same for you." He replied as he brought you into an intimate kiss, endearing emotion radiating from it.

You guys left the frat party, to be honest looking quite rugged. It was kind of obvious what you two had just done by the state of your knotted hair, crumpled-up clothing, and the slight limp your strides were accompanied with. You made your way back to your dorm house, guessing Chris had gone home after witnessing that. Dalton's hand was entwined with yours the whole walk back.

You decided to stay at his that night, thinking it was too soon to face Chris and giving her a break before that image was imprinted in her memory forever. You were both very tired, stripping down to wear Daltons’ oversized hoodie and track pants. You lay down on his bed, making yourself comfortable under the plush covers.

He scooted in next to you, putting his chest on your back as he wrapped one arm around your physique. His presence and warmth made you fall asleep within a minute or two. Your own body warmth lulling him to sleep like a baby.

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Your Initials and Mine | Prt 2 - [P.P.]

Pairings: TASM!Bisexual!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Prompt: "peter parker writes your initials next to his on the back of his skateboard, when he daydreams about you" Original Post | Personal Headcannon

Summary: Eyes are the window to the soul, but so is art. Peter's is bare before you if only you could translate it.

Word Count: 6.3k words

Content: Ben's Death, Swearing, Mentions of bruises (Peter needs to get better at dodging),

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A/N: Some fluffy, fluffy fluff for ya’ll.

Peter’s house felt very much like a home. It was a space that was well cared for but also lived in. If you looked closely, you could see scuff marks under the dining room table where the chairs slid in and out. You could see loose threads on the quilted throw over the couch. There were knicks and dents on the pots hanging in the kitchen. And notches in the wood door frame down the hall. Love oozes from each and every “imperfection.” The subtle smell of cinnamon was in the air, and heat radiated from the oven.

You followed Peter up the stairs to his room and saw many photos adorning the walls. You had spent hours staring at them before. Laughing at memories and tales May would share. She had once pulled out a few photo albums. There was a smile in each picture. A history filled with such joy, but also great tragedy.

That was a Sunday evening about two weeks ago. May was looking a little brighter during your visits. There was a rosiness to her cheeks now, and her hair was shinier. She was looking better. She brought out cookies while you talked and apologised for Peter’s absence, like she did every week. While catching up, she caught you staring at a picture on the coffee table. She reached for the frame, tracing over her husband’s silhouette with a small smile on her face.

“This was our first trip to Coney Island.” She spoke softly as if lost in the memory now- transported back to those many years ago.

“Ben used to take me on dates there all the time. He liked trying to win me prizes, and I liked the excuse to be so close on the rides.” She chuckles, a small tear escaping her eye. “We hadn’t been in years. Our bodies got older and our days got busier. But then Peter entered our lives.”

She pushes the photo towards you and points to the little boy on Ben’s shoulders. He looked small but full of joy. His hands wrapped around his uncle’s chin as if trying to hug him from high above. His hair is falling on his cotton candy-covered face- tufts of pink sticking to his cheek and dried sugar around his lips. His head tilted to rest on the older man’s head, but his mouth hung open, exclaiming in delight. The Ben in the photo looked the same, only with fewer wrinkles and salt-and-pepper hair.

“We decided to take him that summer; he had been living with us for a few months by then…This was his first smile with us.” Her eyes turn down as she pauses for a moment.

“Ben and I…we were so afraid that…we wouldn’t be enough— that we didn’t know what we were doing. We didn’t have as much money as his parents, we weren’t as smart, and we just…weren’t them. And we were so scared that we wouldn’t be able to give him all he needed.”

You reach for May’s hand, soft with age and always slightly cold. “You and Ben did a phenomenal job. Peter is a good boy; he’s brilliant. And he loves you so much.”

She gives you a polite squeeze before wiping at her face. You hand her a Kleenex and she offers you a teary-eyed smile. “He’s so young. He’s already lost his parents, and now Ben…I’m all he has.”

You felt rude, but you couldn’t help from asking, “Peter’s mentioned before that his- his parents kinda left him here. What happened? Why would they do that?”

May sighed. It was a tired sigh, one of true exhaustion.

"Technically,” She began, “they didn’t leave him here. They had an emergency business trip and dropped him off to stay here for a few days...but then their plane crashed."

You suddenly understood just what she meant before. Peter knew true tragedy. Your heart broke for him, but then you looked at his smile. Peter had lost much, but he has gained so many things that are just as beautiful. You felt your soul fill with an iron determination.

You squeezed May’s hand, “He has me too.”

She squeezes back, smiling- a look of gratitude etched into her eyes. After a moment, she admits that it’s been a long time since she’s gone through the photo albums, and she was scared to do it alone. You went through two with her that night, listening to stories and asking questions about faces you didn’t recognise. It was nice.

But upstairs was mostly uncharted territory. The pictures hung here were foreign. You were nervous, finally entering Peter’s space.

The aged-cream paint added a warmth to the space, though you couldn’t see much of it. There were pockets of the wall poking out between all the posters and pictures on the wall. You had seen some of Peter’s doodles, but if you had to guess, he preferred to display his art instead of trapping it between the pages of a bound journal. Peter is very humble, and you’re sure if you called what he had hung up “art,” he would scoff and tell you it wasn’t that good, but to you, it was art.

He could tell he liked to play around with mediums. You could see charcoal fingerprints staining pages of portraits and city landscapes. As well as coloured pencils and graphite. There was inkwork scattered about, adding pops of colour in the mix of blacks and greys. And you realised he wasn’t exaggerating before in his embarrassed defence, he truly did have a lot of drawings on his wall.

There was a mix of chaos and order to their hanging. For the most part, they were evenly spaced and displayed around the walls over his bed and dresser. But then there was his desk.

Peter was definitely a messy artist, turning chaos into beauty. There were notebooks sprawled across the wooden surface. Only a layer of polish protected the lumber below from splotches of paint- evidence of opting out from the pallet and just using the surface.

Impressions from the pencils haphazardly strew about were woven into the grain, forever a part of its story. There were scrapes and notches that you wanted to befriend. And it was all basking in a soft yellow glow from a single bulbed lamp, bent at the elbow in an awkward way that could only be to benefit a very specific angle he needed.

Your eyes drifted to the wall above the desk. There were layers and layers of drawings overlapping and tacked to the wall, almost as if he had never taken one down. Your eyes darted around wildly, unable to pinpoint just one to look at. You traced the lines as they blurred together like a less mind-melding optical illusion– still mindblowing to behold. It reminded you of an overgrown garden, the leaves and petals intermingling together to create one living, breathing thing. You wanted to carefully examine each one, to take them into your hands and care for each one.

Your eyes scanned from top to bottom trying to digest each one. You recognised some– the courtyard at school, the empire state building, May and Ben, his camera on his desk– but then you saw something you hadn’t really expected. Sure, you had both made jokes, and so had others, but you didn’t truly expect to be on his wall. And yet, here you were, locked in a game of blink with eyes that looked like yours.

They looked alight, as did the smile on your face. You looked excited. You vaguely remember Peter snapping a picture like that after he pointed out a bug he saw on the ground. You wondered if he used that as a reference.

You saw another, this time from your side profile. Your hand was in your hair and you were mid-laugh. This one seemed to move and breathe. You doubted he had a picture of that. You could count on one hand the number of times Peter had taken a picture of you, mostly because you always covered your face in embarrassment anytime his lens was directed towards you. And if you didn’t catch it beforehand, you would hear the shutter and scold him, slapping him in the arm. Peter often sketches when he talks to you, you just never imagined he would be drawing you.

These pictures were like looking into a mirror.

No, not quite.

This was different. In the mirror, you see your flaws and every hair out of place, but here, they were made beautiful. You were seeing through Peter’s eyes, peering at yourself through soft lines of graphite and charcoal. You felt delicate. You felt seen. But even when staring at yourself; you feel like you see Peter more.

This was his heart fully bared before you. Before you was all the pain and triumph, and all the things he felt were important enough to capture. You were almost overwhelmed by the thought.

Peter watched with bated breath as you spun around his room with a fist over his mouth. You were wearing an expression he had seen in the classroom when you were thinking hard. He’d always found it adorable, the way your face would scrunch as you would study your books, but now he found it terrifying. Most of the time, when people look at his work, they give him vague compliments, not really having the knowledge to truly comment on it. But you were different.

He didn’t know if you knew much about art, but he wouldn’t be surprised if you did. But more so, he just valued your opinion the most. Something about you was completely captivating. You were so sweet and kind- but also fierce and powerful. He didn’t think he was as cool as you, but he wanted you to think so.

He watched as you examined each piece, a small smile that rivalled the Mona Lisa etched into your face– like you held all the answers to the universe but refused to share them with him.

He felt his heart leap when your head lifted from the desk, and you now gaze upon “the wall.”

It started out very small. He would put his pictures up as a kid. Then he would sit at his desk and redraw the image, hanging that one up to do it all again until finally- he had a passable one. As his skills improved, he didn’t need to redraw as much, but it’s not like he had anywhere else to put them. They continued to grow and multiply, and he let it happen. Now it has become a scrapbook of sorts. Each piece is a snapshot of the stages of his life.

He knew exactly when you saw it. You were bent forward slightly over his desk, as close to the drawings as you could be without touching them. You were treating his room like a museum, your arms tucked behind your back as if you let them free- you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from reaching forward and tracing the pencil strokes. But then you froze. Your shoulders tensed ever so slightly under the razor-back tank top you were wearing. Then you slowly leaned away, standing straight, before tilting your head to the side.

You said nothing as you gazed at your portraits, and Peter wasn’t sure if he would be comforted by anything you had to say. He was terrified that- instead of feeling flattered- you would feel weirded out. Especially if you had seen the ones now buried under portraits of his Uncle Ben. He had been drawing him a lot, terrified that he was already forgetting his face.

He heard you sniffle and was shocked out of his spiralling thoughts. He took a tentative step forward to stand beside you, looking over your form as you hugged yourself.

“Are you okay?”

You wiped at your face, feeling your cheeks warm in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You gave Peter a smile, a genuine and full one, despite your wet eyes. “They’re beautiful.”

Peter scratched at the nape of his neck, ducking his head as if trying to dodge the compliment.

“Thanks,” he said barely above the wind.

“Really,” you insisted, “You should submit some of this. I’m sure you could win some ribbons or whatever they give you.”

He chuckled and you joined in.

A few more quiet moments passed as you took in everything you could, but then, Peter reminded you that you were here to study.

You both settle onto the bed, cross-legged, backs against the wall, and knees touching. Peter goes over some of the questions you have and tries to explain them in a way that makes sense to you. You can’t dedicate your full attention to his words though, because every way in which he moves feels like a dance, and you’re enamoured by the choreography. His pen twirled around his fingers with a speed and precision you’d never seen before. You can’t help but think he would make a great drummer. As he talks, you catch general concepts of what he’s saying, but the details are lost in the blur of his ballpoint pen.

His leg is also bouncing around. It is just as quick. Short little bounces creating little shock waves from his knee. The bed around you shook so quickly that it was almost like nothing was moving at all. The only evidence was your books slowly moving away, drifting further into the dip between your legs.

You feel almost like you’re being hypnotized. His gentle voice lulls you into a calm as he explains the difference between each of Henry’s wives, as his fingers drew you in. You honestly didn’t know how long you were entranced, but the spell was broken when he stood suddenly.

You looked at him confused and he let out an embarrassed chuckle before dropping his head.

“Sorry, I- uh. I’m sorry, I’m not very good at explaining this stuff. And I’m like, shaking you, or whatever.”

As he stood, his hand was scratching the back of his neck, and his pen continued to twirl at his side. Your heart gave a painful thump. It yearned for him. His smile. His joy. Before you knew what you were doing you were on your feet. Your hands reached for his, his pen awkwardly pressing against your palms. Words spilt from your mouth with a lack of any sophistication or grace.

“No, no, It’s not your fault. I just…spaced out a bit. I’m sorry. From what I did catch, you were doing an amazing job. I- would it help if you drew it out? Or we can do something else. Or I can-”

A small chuckle falls from his lips, and yours stop moving, too focused on his. His other hand has untangled from his hair and now sways at his side. He finally meets your eyes, and you think you may have stopped breathing entirely. His gaze was curious- as if he was trying to read your mind. You wondered what thoughts he was pulling forward.

“Okay.” You look at him confused, and his heart seizes because you're looking at him like that with your cute little frown and scrunched brows, and you’re still holding his hand from when you rushed to accommodate his buzzing nerves. After a failed attempt to calm his racing pulse, he expands on his one-word reply. “I think if we draw out a timeline that would be helpful- a good reference point for you.”

You nod your head in agreeance and feel your cheeks flush when he slowly withdraws his hand from yours. His hands were warm, but not soft like May’s. His hands were rough— cracked around the ridges— and they were firm, strong. You felt like they could hold up the world, but hoped he would never have to suffer the same penance of Atlas.

Peter sat back down and pulled a notebook that had been laying around into his lap. He tried explaining again, drawing little characters for each historical figure next to the line marking their significance. He would periodically quiz you on the person, seeing how much you knew, and you were both surprised by how much you had retained.

Once the timeline was complete you thanked Peter for his help. He of course brushed it off as nothing, but you knew it wasn’t. You insisted that you would help him with something, but he continued to insist that he didn’t need any. After your relentless persistence, you settled on working through some calculus practice problems in the textbook. The agreement was you would both solve the same five, then check them against the other, and then consult the answer key. Truthfully you weren’t very excited to do math on a Saturday afternoon, but you wanted to help Peter. You wanted to be there for him like you told May you would.

You were both scribbling away, occasionally nudging the other and making jokes about “keeping your eyes on your own paper.” It was nice. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you threw your arms up and declared that you were finished.

“Great! What did you get for the first one?”

The confused pout returns to your features.

“You’re done?” You ask, almost sounding a little disappointed.

Peter nods and turns his paper to show you. The college rule is not well utilized. Peter had the notebook balancing on his knee at an angle but still elected to write top down, making the equations crooked when you looked at it. In the spaces between, he had doodled vines of pothos wrapping around the jumble of letters and numbers.

You were embarrassed that he could do all that before you even finished, but at least you got the same answers. You didn't remain bitter for long, melting when he flashed you that timid, tight-lipped smile.

“That’s really pretty,” you said, tracing your finger across the vines. “It would make a great tattoo.”

Peter’s brain short-circuited for a moment at the thought of his drawings of you becoming a part of your body.

“Really?” he asked with high brows.

“Yeah, it would make a really cool band.” Your fingers mapped a path along your forearm where you thought the ivy should bloom. “See?”

Peter couldn’t help but agree. He turned to his bag, riffling through it before finding the treasure he sought. He dramatically pulled out a Sharpie looking to you for permission. You placed your arm in his lap, and he gave you an award-winning grin as he uncapped it.

His hands were once again holding you, his touch gentle as he gingerly tilts your arm so he can begin drawing.

“If you hate it, we can wash it off.” he jokes before you feel the felt touch down on your arm.

It tickled a bit, and the ink was cold, but quite frankly you didn’t care. Not when Peter was bathed in the golden light of his lamp, the curve of his nose and the cut of his jaw glowing and eyes sparkling in the low light. This felt intimate, and your heart was racing the longer you looked at him. So you elected to look away, unsure your body could handle the feelings coursing through you.

You continued studying the wall in front of you, going over every sketch and memorising every line. After about five minutes, you noticed something sort of out of place. It looked more like blueprints than a drawing. You couldn’t really tell what it was from this far, unable to read the scrawl around the page, but it looked complex. Beside it, you saw what looked like rough drafts for an odd costume, and a bright yellow post-it note that read “SPANDEX!!!”

Before you could examine it much further you were distracted by a tickling feeling by your elbow.

“Try, not to move,” Peter said in a hushed whisper as he cradled your arm closer to his chest, almost as if he were hugging it. “I’m almost done.”

You apologised, laying your head against the wall, looking for shapes in the popcorn ceiling. Peter grew a smirk, feeling your pulse quickening under his touch. If he was honest, he was just as nervous, holding you this close. His mind raced at the thought that you wanted him to draw on you, that you were willing to let his fingers roam over your smooth skin.

He decided to change the design slightly, wanting to give you something unique and different– something he thought captured you better, how he felt about you better. He first traced where the vine would be, then added the leaves. When he was done, he tapped your arm to get your attention.

You turned your head and gasped when you finally saw it. The vine wrapped around your wrist like a wreath before branching off and spreading up your forearm. They bent and wove around each other, creating a bouquet of leaves. There were the Pothos leaves that he had drawn many times, and also some that looked reminiscent of Creeping Jenny’s.

But the leaves that caught your eye were the heart-shaped ones. You doubted Peter knew much about Dioscorea Bulbiferas or that Philodendron Hederaceums were one of your favourite plants. He drew hearts because he wanted to, and you melted at the thought.

Around the leaves, he drew clusters of stars– little hollow circles, crosses with spires connected like webbed flippers in the middle, and faux freckles– sprinkled across the expanse of your arm, filling the empty space.

“Do you like it?” Peter asked timidly.

“Like it?" You scoffed, "Peter, it’s amazing! Have you ever considered designing tattoos? Because you should. Seriously, this is fucking gorgeous.”

You continued to gush and Peter’s face continued to redden as your compliments continued to pour.

“I messed up here a little,” he says, humble as ever, as he twists your arm to show you where the line work got shaky by your elbow.

You didn’t realise how close you were sitting before, but now as your thighs are pressed against one another’s and his thumb is rubbing circles on the soft flesh on the inside of your arm, you can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed.

“Please,” you teased. “Even your small blemishes puts my art to shame.”

You thought the way he dodged eye contact was cute, especially with the soft blush spreading across his cheeks. But the way he looked at you, like you already had a home in his heart, made you feel bold.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, as you slid your fingers between his.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as your other hand traced the lines he had drawn.

You were delighted when you felt his head rest on yours, reciprocating the affection with a squeeze of your hand.

“Careful,” he warned. “You’re already my muse, you don’t want to be my favourite canvas too.”

You couldn’t imagine why that would be a problem and told him as such.

“Well, when I find a fun, new canvas," he explained, "I draw until I run out of room.”

You thought of his skateboards and his class notes and reallized he was right. But you also realised something else. You lifted your head, fixing your gaze on him, and felt yourself drowning in pools of hot cocoa.

“That works for me.”

You watched as his eyes darted around your face, this time with a look of disbelief but also reverence. Your faces were so close you could feel the shallow breaths leaving his nostrils. You could feel the heat radiating from his body. And you wanted more.

It seems you weren’t alone in that thought as Peter began to lean in. His nose nuzzled yours and your lips parted as your eyes fluttered shut. Peter had never seen anything as beautiful. You practically melted under his touch, and it was addicting. He wished then that he had the skill of Rembrandt or Caravaggio, so he could one day capture the vision before him.

He raised his hand (the one that wasn’t already preoccupied with holding yours) placing it on the side of your neck, and you shivered at the touch. That was enough “go ahead” for him.

He gently tugged you forward and pressed his lips to yours. You felt like you were flying. It was feather soft, almost non-existent. You worried if you opened your eyes, you would wake, only to find you were dreaming. It was a soft peck that didn’t last nearly long enough, and you felt your heart breaking as his face tilted, bringing his forehead closer but your lips unattached.

You were soon relieved when his lips crashed back into yours, now firm and determined. You let out a small moan, not expecting the fierceness of his kiss. It robbed you of coherent thought and stunted your ability to breathe properly. His lips worked against yours, and you realised something else: you only ever wanted to feel his touch.

You got lost in the moment, only coming back down to earth after he broke away again. He didn’t go far, resting his forehead on yours as you both worked to even your breathing. Your eyes remained closed, still afraid it was a dream.

You sit in the quiet for a moment, both of your brains running a million miles a minute. When you finally opened your eyes, Peter was gazing at you, irises swimming with something akin to love. Maybe adoration, or infatuation even. His thumb was rubbing circles on your jaw as he continued to hold your face.

“You’re beautiful,” He said through a smile.

You felt your blood rising at the compliment, and ducked your head back into his shoulder to hide. He laughed, his hand now resting on the back of your head, playing with your hair.

“You are!” he insisted, causing you to grumble something he couldn’t quite make out.

“What was that?” he teased.

You lifted your head just enough so your words weren’t muffled by the side of his neck.

“I said, ‘Shut up’.”

Peter laughed again because your words held no venom. He let you hide for a little longer, but his heart was beating so hard, and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hand moved from the base of your skull to the side of your face until you felt his fingers under your chin. He softly guided it upwards, and you let him, until you were drowning in his eyes again.

“Would it be too much,” he all but whispered, “If I asked you to be my beautiful girlfriend?”

A wide grin cracked across your face, and you nodded your head, unable to find the words to express how much you wanted that.

“Yeah?” he asked with a smile of his own.

You nodded your head again, but this time it was much more enthusiastic.

“Yes, Peter. I would love to be your girlfriend.”

His smile grew tenfold, and you felt like you could die. His face is so bright it could be the solution to solar energy.

He kisses you again, and this time it’s a bit awkward. Your lips don’t mould as well through your smiles, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. He breaks away for a moment and just looks at you. You feel vulnerable under his gaze. He was looking at you in the same way you were looking at his art. Then he smirked.

He was too quick to stop. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, throwing you on your back. You landed on the soft sheets, bouncing a bit. Peter then leaned over you to pepper your face with kisses. You giggled as he continued showering you in affection, occasionally trying to catch his lips, all while he made comments about your new title: “I’m kissing my girlfriend,” “Oh my god, you’re my girlfriend,” “Wow, you’re so pretty, and you’re my girlfriend.”

A few minutes passed like that before he collapsed, tucking his face into your neck like you had done to him before. When you rested a free hand across his back, he snuggled into you, throwing his leg across yours and hugging your waist tighter. You chuckled lightly, but it was an expression of joy rather than anything malicious.

You lay like that for a while, until Peter gets a notification on his phone. It’s kind of jarring, the way the tone rang out, and how he jumped up to snatch the device from above your head. The harsh blue light of his screen illuminated his face, shadows settling into the new frown lines appearing. It was an alarm, you realised. He sighed, hovering above you with a sad look on his face.

“I have to go.”

Your face fell, and you tried to not let too much disappointment seep through. “You’re not staying for dinner?”

Peter looked at you confused. “Are you?”

“Yeah, I have dinner with May every Saturday.”

Peter was silent for a moment, his face showing an emotion you weren’t familiar with. “You’re still doing that?”

“Yeah,” you reply weakly, afraid you had upset him but wanting to lighten the mood. “Why? Are you worried we’re talkin’ shit?

Your plan seemed to work because Peter chuckled at that, “Maybe so.”

“Well…You wouldn’t have to if you just joined us.”

Peter had only joined you for maybe three dinners. May always appologized for his absence, but what upset you more was the worry on her face she tried to hide. She never knew where her nephew was. He would leave and then sneak back in at night. Sometimes he remembered the errands she sent him on, but usually not. May had noticed the scrapes and bruises, just as you had. You both worried about Peter and however he was choosing to process his grief.

Peter wasn’t stupid. He knew he was hurting his Aunt with his behaviour. He was trying, he really was, but having a double life isn’t easy. He felt great adoration and gratitude for you, to know you cared for one of the most important people in his life, but guilt singed at the edges of his spirit. It was almost six- he really should be patrolling right now- but he looked into your eyes and couldn’t say no.

“Okay, I can stay ‘til eight,”

Peter watches as a small smile overtakes your face, but it’s sad at the corners, not quite reaching your eyes. He’s confused by this, as to why you’re not more excited. You bring a hand up to push his hair out of his eyes.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

It would have to do for now.

When May comes home, you rush downstairs to help her in the kitchen. She greets you with her momma bear hug and begins asking about your day as you wash the produce she set out on the counter. You're telling her all about it when Peter awkwardly trails in behind you.

“Oh, Peter!” She says, trying to stifle her excitement. Like if she let it show too much, then she might frighten him off. Or maybe she was scared to get her hopes up. “You’re still here. Are you staying for dinner?”

Peter decides to hug her first before he says anything. It warms your heart to see. There’s a soft smile that he gives her, one that says, “You’re my mom, and I love you.” And his hug carries the same message. May looks so small in his arms, a little woman with so much love for her boy.

“Yeah May, I’m staying for dinner,” he says, cheek resting on the crown of her head. They break away and May looks so very happy. “(Y/n) here convinced me.”

You try to hide your warm cheeks from May but she sees right through you.

“Thank you, Dear,” She says to you with a pointed smile before turning back to Peter, “Now go help her. She’s done more than enough helping in the kitchen over the last few weeks.”

Peter gives her a shocked but impressed “Yes, ma’am” at her display of sass. He joins you at the sink, and you try to keep the small water fight that erupted contained to the basin.

Dinner is finished, and You and Peter set the table. May Serves herself last, then sits to say grace. When she opens her eyes again, she gives a nod of her head, “Let’s eat.”

The beef stroganoff is so delicious. It’s buttery and creamy; it’s fresh and light. You tell her as such, and the kind, older woman shushes you, warning that if you keep complimenting her cooking like that, her head’s gonna get too big to get her shirt over.

You reach forward for your glass and May’s eyes light up.

“That’s beautiful,” She says pointing to your wrist. You look down and fall in love with the drawing all over again. You look to your side to see Peter smiling too. You decide to kill two birds with one stone.

“Thanks, May, my boyfriend drew that for me.”

You were still looking at Peter and watched his adam’s apple bob as his cheeks turned crimson. Before he could make any jokes, May stood from the table, clapping and cheering. She ran around the table and enveloped you and Peter in an awkward group hug from behind.

“Oh my goodness, finally!”

At that, Peter stuttered out a staggered “May!”

His guardian paid him no mind, “Seriously, he’s been gushing about you for ages.”

Peter buried his face in his hands, shaking his head back and forth like he was trying to block out anything happening right now. You, however, were relishing in his harmless embarrassment.

“Really? For ages?” You teased.

May caught on and smiled widely, “Yes, since your first day of school. He came home to Ben and me and told us all about this new girl he had met and how lovely she was.”

Peter was now banging his head against his crossed arms on the table. You felt like you might cry. Peter had noticed you even then? He was kind to you, sure- and definitely your first friend- but to talk to his parents about you? To already pick up on enough things to talk about? You felt lucky to be here, in this moment.

You reach your hand out to rest on his shoulder. Peter peeked at you over his elbow, scared to see your face. But instead of the disgust or fear he thought he might find, he saw a warm smile and glassy eyes.

“Well, that might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Peter sat back up, trying to play off his embarrassment, “What can I say? I’m just a sweet guy.”

You shove him playfully, and he dramatically leans away, as if you had truly clocked him, but then rocks back like one of those blow-up punching bags that always came right back up and bumps your shoulder with his. Once back at equilibrium, he lays his palm out under the table for you to hold. You intertwine your fingers and can’t help the little skip in your heart when Peter rests his hand on your thigh.

You’ve made an assembly line in the kitchen. May is boxing things up while Peter washes and you dry and put away. May is ranting about this new girl who just started at her job and how entitled she was. It was nice to hear her talk about life again, not just the past. Peter washes the last dish, then tells you he’ll be right back.

It’s quiet in the kitchen, the water now silenced, and the conversation paused for Peter’s return. You can’t fight the smile that comes to your face every time your mind wanders to Peter, which is often. Every time you glance at your arm, there he is, pulled straight to the front of your mind. It takes all your willpower not to giggle every time. You’re sure you’ll be swinging your feet all night as you lay in bed trying to drift off to sleep.

“Thank you (Y/n),” May almost whispers from her spot against the stove, “for everything. We’re really lucky to know you.”

The sincerity of her statement floors you for a minute. “I feel the same about you guys. Thank you for having me.”

You share a look with May that makes you wanna hug her until her head pops off. You don’t think anything you do will be enough to tell this woman how much she means to you.

But the moment is ruined by Peter stomping down the stairs. Well some of them, you can tell he’s skipping a couple on his way down by the weird long pauses between his footfall. He’s got his layered jackets and shoes on, and his backpack is packed up. He picks up his skateboard against the wall and says, “I have to go.”

May turns away to wipe at the stove, you think it’s so Peter doesn’t have to see how sad she is when he leaves. Instead, she asks, “Can you get some eggs when you get back?”

“Yeah, sure thing.” He goes to rush out the door but stops. He slowly turns to you with a lopsided grin. His arms wrap around your waist and your cheeks warm knowing May is watching the whole display. She can see the puppy dog eyes and the way his fingers so expertly wrap around you. “See you later?”

“Not tonight, Mister.” May answers for you, “It’s late enough already.”

“Okay, Sheriff Parker,” he declares over your laughter. “So…I’ll text you?”

You pinch his cheek and give him a warning glare, “You better.”

He kisses you, and you lose your breath. His lips touched down on yours, and the rest of the world melted away, leaving only you and Peter. It wasn’t nearly long enough, but he broke away, sending a quiet “bye” through the doorway before closing it behind him. And just like that, he’s gone again. Wandering off into the night to collect more unexplainable wounds and stories you hoped, one day, he'd share with you.

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mlsofh · 3 months

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Theory Nine - Alastor and Lilith Pt.2

Hello Wayward Sinners!

!!!SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 5-6 AND PREVIOUS EPISODES OF HAZBIN HOTEL!!!

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Can I just say, wow about these past two episodes we got. I see why the fast pacing of the show can make others a bit peeved but for these last two episodes the fast pacing is so good. This theory is connected to Alastor and Lilith Theory and Alastor Will Die Theory on my page so please if you want to know what I'm backing my theory up on! This is less of a theory and just more of me talking about things. Alastor is almost definitely working for Lilith but their dynamic is really interesting I think. What I'm unsure of is how Alastor started working for Lilith but apparently it's longer than just seven years as referenced by Husker (how else would Husker even know about that if it wasn't for it being before the seven year mark) so there is that to be said. He has been silently working for Lilith, and I will say I noticed something interesting that could just be a design choice on Viv's part, but it's that he has a very similar hair cut to the Exterminators. A little more unkempt but it's the same style generally.

It could absolutely be a design choice just for fun but I notice other demons who dress similarly to Alastor who present masculine have typical hair to their generation they died. Maybe Heaven will try to get the most ruthless souls for their army. Alastor could've been close to catching Lilith but instead saw the unruly power Hell has and made a deal with her. I don't think this theory is as likely honestly but it's interesting to think about. I think Alastor's immediate dislike of Lucifer is because maybe Alastor and Lilith are close. This could be why he reacts so strongly towards Husker saying he's on a leash. It could be more like Alastor and Lilith have a strong bond. She may have talked to him about her ex husband, and how he over worked himself/wasn't completely a dad to Charlie during her formative years. Maybe Alastor has always cared about Charlie because of how Lilith talked about her daughter. Alastor may be on Lilith's leash but he is willing to be on her leash. Alastor does care about the hotel also, we saw because he is trying to protect it from outsiders like Mimzy. Mimzy, who was a long time friend to Alastor and ran in the same social circles in life. He was also immediately disliking of Lucifer, even from scene one with them. I think Alastor does see himself as a guardian to Charlie. At the end of the episode Alastor seems to give a more genuine smile seeing Charlie and Lucifer start to bond. He is quiet now, no snark or petty behavior. Also further more, Lilith is all about music. Technology like Vox is able to play music, but Alastor is known to be from Orleans, A place where music is so embedded into the culture. He also died in the 1930's i.e. the rise of big band jazz. Alastor likely made a deal with Lillith after his sudden rise in hell to be able to utilize her voice to take in souls. Maybe souls who are under Alastor's deals are protected due to Lilith and his deal. Lilith made the deal, but this bound the two together. Meaning, Alastor works for Lilith in exchange for his power. The first big deal in hell may have been Alastor and Lilith. I don't think Alastor's power is at full capacity without Lilith because of this. This could imply that the reason Alastor went into hiding was because Lilith went into hiding and he knew. He, and other overlords who could've been working for Lilith stayed in hiding. Also, with this new development in Alastor's demeanor, I am really starting to think he will die. Seriously, he starts caring for the hotel in this episode. The next, we do not see a glimpse of him as Charlie and Vaggie go to heaven. He isn't with the group. I think he does report Charlies work to Lilith. He tells Lilith what is going on, which furthers onto my theory now that Rosie is almost definitely Lilith.

In a background picture in one of the more recent episodes we see this picture of supposedly Lilith and Charlie. Those two's designs, down to the neck patterns are very telling. The dress is a bit different but there's so many similarities it's hard not to see. Like- You guys. You guys, that is baby Charlie and Lilith. Rosie was however described to have a lower power level to other demons but if Lilith went fucking missing seven years ago, Rosie/Lilith wouldn't want to show that power. Why did Rosie even kill Franklin? Did Franklin find out who Rosie was? Seriously people the gears in my fucking BRAIn. That's all! What do you all think? Comment and reblog! Stay Tuned!

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beth-gvf · 1 year

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hush, hush

the one where sam and (y/n) have crossed the line between enemy, friend, and lover.

sam kiszka x female reader

read part 1

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, fingering (f receving), oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex

you had slipped out the front door easily, opting for an irish exit rather than lengthy goodbyes with tipsy friends. when you got outside, you realized you had no idea what sam’s car even looked like. maybe this was a stupid idea. you barely knew the guy. you’d never really spent more than a few minutes completely alone with him.

just as you were starting to second guess yourself, you saw sam rounding the corner of the house.

“c’mon, my car’s over here,” he motioned for you to follow him.

when you caught up to him, he placed his hand on your lower back, walking close to you. you tried not to think about how sweet that was and remember that this was just sex. you couldn’t start feeling things beyond lust for sam kiszka.

his car was parked haphazardly in the grass with all the other vehicles. you stepped into the passenger seat and began to take a look around. it wasn’t a messy car, but it also wasn’t spotless. he had some miscellaneous items strewn about the back, namely a sweatshirt, beanie, and some sheet music.

you didn’t speak on the way to his place. soft rock music played over the speakers as his hand found it’s way to your thigh. he placed it tentatively on your knee first, as if you weren’t about to have sex with him. after a moment, he moved it up further, giving you a light squeeze and rubbing his thumb against you.

sam was right; he didn’t live too far from the party. in just 5 minutes, you were pulling into the driveway of his house. your palms began to sweat as you anticipated the evening ahead of you. what were you getting yourself into? wordlessly, you stepped out of his car and followed him to the front door.

“i’ve never been here before,” you finally broke the silence between you.

“yeah, i know,” he laughed as he unlocked the door.

sam’s place was nothing like you expected. you were anticipating the typical decor of a man in his mid-20s: beer posters, a lone futon, and basically anything but homey. but sam’s entry way was surprisingly classy. dark walls, genuine art, and a bookcase full of trinkets and pretentious books.

sam threw his keys in a bowl and hung his jacket on the coat rack, slipping off his shoes at the same time. you took that as a signal it was okay if you did the same. sam surprised you by grabbing your coat from your hands and hanging it up for you.

“do you want a tour, seeing as you’ve never been here before?” sam shoved his hands in his jean pockets. was he nervous?

“yeah, a tour would be nice,” you smiled. he threw his arm out, gesturing you to move into the house. his hand found it’s way to your lower back once again as he guided you through his home.

“so, living room, kitchen, dining room,” he pointed everything out to you as you walked. he had an open floor plan home so nearly everything was visible from the same viewpoint. “there’s a bathroom over there, and then my music room is in here.”

“it’s not what i expected at all,” you said, running your finger along the shelf of cookbooks in his kitchen.

“yeah, i get that a lot,” he chuckled. “but i don’t know, i just like to decorate.”

you smiled at him, breaking away from his touch to wander around a little more. he let you, just watching as you took everything in.

“do you have a dog?” you asked, picking up a framed photo of him and the cutest dog you’d ever seen.

“yeah, that’s rosie,” he said, walking over. he lit up talking about her. “she’s the best. my best friend.”

“oh yeah? i didn’t know you had a dog,” you smiled softly while he looked at the picture with adoration.

“she’s at josh’s tonight. i wasn’t sure how late i’d be out or where i’d end up tonight, and she gets lonely,” he sighed, placing the picture back on the shelf. “you can meet her next time,”

next time. next. time. he thought there’d be a next time of…whatever this was going to be.

“next time, huh?” you smirked, stepping closer to him.

he stuttered a bit trying to reply.

“yeah, i mean, if it goes well or whatever,” he shrugged.

“are you…nervous, sammy?” your voice was barely above a whisper. you stepped even closer, taking a finger and trailing down his chest. your finger stopped at the top of his abdomen.

“yeah,” he finally breathed out. his sincerity surprised you.

“me too,” you whispered back. you leaned up to look at him, and he bent down to just barely graze your lips.

you decided to be brave and close the gap. your lips melded into his with just a tinge of hesitancy. you both paused for a moment, tenderly kissing each other. it was strange, to be so soft and gentle with sam. you shivered as his hands softly traveled down your side, landing on your hip. he pulled you in ever so slowly.

you crawled your hand up his chest, landing on his shoulder and pulling him as close to you as possible. your kiss deepened and you decided to test the waters ever so slightly. you let your hips grind against his with just a little force. he grunted slightly.

“how about we finish this house tour, upstairs, hm?” sam asked, pulling away. you simply nodded in return, hopeful of what was to come.

he grabbed your hand and pulled you up the stairs, he turned a corner and swung you into his arms. you giggled at the motion, and it had you pressed against his front. he leaned against the wall, kissing you again. one hand pulled your waist in, while the other slipped out to open the door handle.

he gently pushed you off of him just to grab your hand again, leading you inside the bedroom.

he kissed you once more before running over to light some incense. you rolled your eyes at him, both judging his pretentiousness and also finding it endearing. he filed through his incense collection, finding the perfect one, as you took a look around his room, soaking this new side of sam in.

sam fiddled with his lighter, muttering expletives under his breath. you took this moment with his back turned to shimmy your sweater over your head. you silently thanked the universe for pushing you to wear one of your favorite matching sets tonight.

sam finally lit the incense, taking a minute to soak it in. his back was still turned to you, and the anticipation was killing you.

“sam,” you whispered out, trying to get his attention.

he turned to face you and you could see his adam’s apple bounce as he comically gulped.

“cat got your tongue, kiszka?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“fuck, (y/n),” he finally breathed out. he walked toward you slowly as you shifted your weight on your feet. “you look…”

he didn’t finish his sentence before he crashed his lips into yours again. you looped your arms behind the back of his neck, bringing him into you.

he broke away from you, tracing his lips down your neck, licking the evidence of his earlier work. he traced his finger over the lace cups of your bra, getting a closer feel than what he had before. he nipped at the top of your breasts, eliciting a squeal from you. his lips vibrated against your skin, chuckling at your reaction.

you realized his hands had found their way to the clasps of your bra. he fiddled for just a minute, and then looked up at you for permission. you nodded, your mouth gaping open just a little bit.

with a surprisingly little amount of effort, he unclasped your bra, letting it fall down your body.

“not bad, kid,” you quipped as you shimmied it off over your shoulders.

“shut up,” he let out a low chuckle that in the heat of the moment, was nearly pornographic to you.

“make me,” you bit back.

he shut you up almost instantly by connecting his mouth with your nipple. you took in a sharp breath as he sucked and bit in just the right places.

his mouth stayed on your breast for just a bit longer, before it began kissing down your body, kneeling in front of you. soft kisses along your belly started to get lower, landing right above your pelvis. sam looked up at you as he started to unbutton your pants.

“lay down,” he whispered lowly.

you did as told, backing up to meet the bed. as you situated yourself against the headboard, sam slipped his own shirt off and his pants as well. your eyes lingered on the necklaces against his bare chest, and his visible erection through his boxers.

crawling up to meet you, sam’s body hovered over yours. he gave you a long, lingering kiss before trailing his lips down your body once again. in a swift movement, he stripped your pants from your legs, leaving you in just your soaked underwear that were practically clinging to you now.

“you’re so beautiful, (y/n),” he whispered against your thighs.

“thank you,” is all you could muster out, due to the soft kisses he was leaving against your clothed core.

he placed a few more pecks against your cunt before looping his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, ridding them from your body.

you suddenly felt nervous, so naked in front of sam kiszka. instinctively, you squeezed your legs together while he kneeled to slip your panties completely off.

“don’t get shy on me now, (y/n),” he leaned down places his hands on your inner thighs, lightly parting them again.

“i just, i think i’m overthinking things,” you sighed out.

he leaned back down, parting your thighs even more. his body fit in between them, and he began placing kisses along your upper inner thighs.

“talk to me,” he hummed against your thigh.

“just what are we doing? i thought you hated me,” you let the words spill out as sam’s lips grew closer to your core.

“would i be doing this if i hated you?” he asked before placing a kiss directly on your clit. you gasped at the contact.

“no, i guess not,” you chuckled lightly.

“so, may i continue?” he asked, his lips just barely touching you. you looped your fingers through his hair as your reply.

his tongue flicked between your folds, taking in your wetness and drawing soft circles on your clit. he sucked and nipped, causing you to buck your hips into his face. he chuckled against you, making you grip his hair tighter.

you threw your head back in euphoria, letting out soft moans. your chest heaved and you looked down to see sam lapping you up with nearly the same euphoric look on his face. his hips ground into the mattress, obviously trying to get some friction going for himself.

just as you were about to ask if he’d like some relief, you felt sam’s finger thrust inside you. your back arched again, this time as he curled his finger hitting just the right spot.

“sammy, fuck,” you gasped out. “i need more.”

“whatever you say, baby,” he smirked to himself. he placed a second finger inside you, not giving yourself time to process the pet name he just called you.

sam continued to pump his fingers inside you, continuing to suck on your clit. your vision was getting blurry and you felt like the pressure in your lower abdomen was about to let loose.

“sammy, i’m gonna cum,” you let out in between exasperated breath.

“come on, baby. cum for me,” he said, quickening his pace.

it took one last curl of his fingers inside you to send you over the edge. your hands gripped even tighter in his hair as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

he slowly removed himself from you, lifting his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. you laid there, breathlessly coming down from your high, watching him in awe. as he leaned back to rest on his knees, you noticed the obvious wet spot against his crotch. you bit your lip and got onto your knees, crawling toward sam.

your finger traced the outline of his erection, sending goosebumps down sam’s arms.

“ya know, it feels much bigger without those pesky jeans in the way,” you said, looking up at him theough your lashes. you began to palm him through his boxers.

“yeah? why don’t we lose another layer then?” he quickly slipped off the bed, removing his underwear at warp speed.

he stood next to the bed, allowing you to get a full look at the beauty that stood before you. for someone who acted like such a dick most of the time, he sure wasn’t compensating for anything.

you moved forward on your knees, leaning in to fully grasp him. a small moan left his mouth as you swiped your thumb to gather the precum leaking from the tip. the moan encouraged you to swipe a drop off and lick it from your thumb, which earned a breathy “fuck” from sam.

you began to use one of your hands to form a makeshift ponytail and the other to start stroking sam. as you leaned forward, your lips pursed, sam lifted your chin up.

“woah, baby, as much as i’d love to feel your tongue on my cock right now, i don’t think i’m going to last much longer,” he said. you nodded in return, letting your hair back down from your grip.

“are you going to fuck me, sammy?” you asked, leaning back onto the bed.

“i think i just might,” he hovered his body over yours.

just as he began to run his fingers back through your arousal, he stopped himself.

“shit, i need to get a condom,” he muttered, raising himself off of you. you stopped him with your hand.

“sammy,” you said quietly. his eyes softened at this new found name you had for him. “are you clean?”

“yeah, you?” his voice was low and inquisitive.

“yeah,” you nodded back. “and i’m on the pill.”

“are you saying what i think you’re saying?” he lowered himself back on you, and began running his cock along your folds. you moaned lightly.

“please just fuck me already, sam,” you let out.

and fuck you he did. he slipped into you, bottoming out, letting you fully feel him. you both let out a gaspy moan. he sat in you for a moment, letting both of you adjust to the feeling. what followed such a rough entrance surprised you: sammy leaning down to tenderly kiss you.

“you’re so beautiful, (y/n),” he whispered, lips hovering just above yours. “i’ve kinda wanted to do this for awhile.”

“sammy,” you breathed out, as he begin to slow slide out of you.

“you don’t have to say anything to that. i know you hated me or whatever but-“

“sammy,” you interrupted him. “as much as i hate to admit it, i’ve wanted this for a long time too.”

“really?” he asked, sincerity engulfing his eyes.

you nodded back, just as he had finally slid out of you. he leaned down, kissing you much more roughly than before. as he pulled away from your lips, he pushed into you once more. your body had gotten a little more used to his size now, but it still caused a sharp squeal to come out of your mouth.

once he had fully adjusted himself inside of you, sam began pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. he didn’t hesitate to let out little moans, pants, or expletives, all tied in with your name. you loved how vocal he was, and it made you find yourself snaking your hand down to circle your clit.

sam let his gaze follow your wondering hand and when he saw what you were doing, he let out a low grunt. “fuck, you’re so fucking sexy. i’m not sure if i’m going to last very long.”

“that’s ok, sammy. you’re doing so good.” your praises seemed to work for him, a mental note you’d save for that possible “next time.” he began to speed up his pace and you clenched around him, speeding up your own hand’s control of your clit.

the only sounds in the room were of skin on skin and your mutual moans. his necklaces would occasionally bump your jaw as they dangled over you. before he even announced it, you could feel sammy begin to cum. his pace was stuttering and his brow began to furrow.

“cum in me, sammy. i want to feel you,” your voice was barely above a whisper, which was all you could muster as you reached the peak of your second orgasm. as if it was planned, you felt your orgasm wash over you just as sam released himself inside you.

as you both came down from your highs, sam let his body weight completely rest on you, and you accepted it with open arms. you let your hands wander to his back, tracing it up and down with your fingernails.

eventually, sam rolled off of you, letting himself out of you completely. you felt an emptiness without him inside of you, but were quickly reminded by what he left behind.

sensing the situation, sam hopped up from his bed, turning the corner to open the bathroom. he quickly came back with a wet towel, and began cleaning you up. you looked at sam sweetly, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. he chuckled softly at your gesture before throwing the towel in the general direction of the bathroom.

he let his weight fall on top of you again, letting out a satisfied sigh. he began to nuzzle his nose into your neck. you softly pet his hair, while catching your breath and immediately overthinking things. what did this mean now? what would you and sam become after this?

“i have to pee,” you announced, quickly slipping out from under sam. he let out a slight grunt as he hit the weight of the mattress. you practically ran to the bathroom, immediately locking the door behind you.

as you sat there, you tried to mull over every outcome that could come from this, but your mind was still hazy from your orgasms. all you knew right now as that you somehow liked sam and wanted him more than just tonight.

once you were done, you came back into sam’s room, suddenly aware of your nakedness. you were trying to search the floor for your clothes when sam spoke, starting you slightly.

“you can wear these,” he held out a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tshirt. he sported his own pair of flannel pants, that just barely covered his hips.

“sam, i can’t just get in an uber wearing your pajamas,” you looked back down, continuing your search.

“uber? are you…not staying the night?” he reached up to run a hand down his face, seemingly embarrassed.

“you want me…to stay?” you rose from the floor walking over to him, pressing your bare body against him. you trailed a finger across his bare chest.

“i do. i’d like it if you did. if you want to, of course,” he smiled, brushing a hair out of your face.

“i’d like that too,” you smiled, grabbing the pajamas from his hands. he smiled again as he went over to blow out his incense and settle in bed as you slipped the clothing on. you took a moment to take in the scent of the tshirt, once again appreciating how attractive sam smelled.

you joined sam in bed, slipping next to him under the covers. he laid on his back and you curled up beside him, placing your hand on his chest and fiddling with a necklace.

“i already know you’re overthinking this right now, (y/n), but this doesn’t have to be figured out immediately,” he trailed his fingers absentmindedly over your arm as he spoke. “let’s just enjoy tonight, and take it day by day.”

“yeah, you’re right,” you let out a sigh. you almost hated how he could read your mind. “i’m glad we did this tonight.”

he let out a low chuckle. “yeah, me too.”

as you settled into him, your eyes started to drift close, your exhaustion from the evening finally setting in.

“goodnight…kid,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“oh shut the fuck up,” you laughed, pushing his chest away from you.

“i just had to, felt inappropriate to call you that earlier,” he chuckled, closing his eyes himself.

you brought him closer again, giving him a light pinch to the side, tickling him enough to make him squirm.

“goodnight, sammy,” you finally said, closing your eyes and laying your head on his chest.

“goodnight, (y/n),” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

#sam kiszka #sam kiszka fic #sam kiszka smut #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet #gvf #sam kiszka x reader

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thesunsethour · 4 months

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Little Les Mis Things - 11/01/24

My ramblings (aka an in-depth analysis) on how amazing the current West End cast of Les Misérables are having seen the show yesterday (a particularly special version because of how many amazing covers and swings performed!) This is also the first time I’ve seen Les Mis in London with the new production changes (so much to talk about!)

Yesterday was my 6th time seeing Les Mis, and 4th time in London - let’s get into it!!

Jean Valjean - Played by the absolutely wonderful Killian Donnelly who is MY Valjean. This was the third time I’ve seen him play this role and no one has come close to him for me. The tenderness he brings to the role without losing any of Valjean’s rougher edges is sublime. His voice is as divine as ever yet at the same time has matured so much over the years since I first saw him as Valjean in 2017. The result is the most beautiful blend of roughness at the beginning that over the course of the show mellows as Valjean ages - but at the same time is always distinctly *Killian*. His rendition of Bring Him Home is the best version of all time. I would like to apologise to my aunt for this sacrilegious statement against the wonderful Colm Wilkinson but after yesterday I cannot deny it anymore. I always cried at the end of Les Mis, but yesterday was the first time I was sobbing from Bring Him Home onwards, and that is thanks to Killian Donnelly.

Javert - Played by Jordan Simon Pollard, who usually plays Claquesous but is first cover Javert. He was sensational! His voice filled every crevice of the theatre and his rendition of Javert’s Soliloquy was out of this world.

Fantine - Played by Ellie Ann Lowe, who usually plays a Factory Girl but was on as Fantine yesterday and smashed it right out of the park! Beautiful voice (especially at the end of I Dreamed a Dream) and an incredible actress to boot.

Cosette - Played by the lovely Lulu-Mae Pears. Her Cosette was a treat to see and her voice was stunning. Side note I LOVE Cosette’s new costumes for the London production.

Marius - Played by Ben Oatley, who usually plays Joly, and was making his debut as Marius yesterday! He is second cover Marius and this is his first ever West End show having graduated last year and it’s almost hard to believe when you see how talented he is - like he’d been doing the role for years! If you want to imagine this Marius just picture Mr Bingley from Pride and Prejudice 1995 now give him bucketloads of trauma. And then BOOM! A Ben Oatley Marius.

Éponine - Played by Rosy Church, an ensemble actress who is also making her West End debut with this current cast of Les Mis! She was simply outstanding, with a voice as clear as a bell and a higher register that really surprised me for a bit but I loved. Her ‘On My Own’ sent goosebumps down my arms - simply brilliant.

Enjolras - Played by Djavan van de Fliert who made the entire audience fall in love. The most charismatic Enjorlas I have ever had the pleasure of seeing, he filled the stage when energy whenever he was on it. During his entrance for One Day More he fell down on stage but didn’t miss a single beat and got an absolutely rapturous round of applause at the end.

Little bits and bobs I loved from this production:

* They’ve changed the tops that the chain gang wear from brown to red - it initially appeared quite jarring to me but then really grew as the show went on. It makes Valjean stand out more (especially important for people like me, who were watching from the Grand Circle all the way up in the Gods)

* Killian went for the higher note for “took my FLIGHT” which I always simply adore when he does that

* The way Killian said “the whirlpool of my SIN”… I cannot explain in words how many emotions he can pack into one word

* An addition from the last time I saw the show in London was that Valjean goes to help a little girl when going from town to town at the beginning and gets shunned and attacked for it, and this adds an extra weight to when he takes the coin off the little boy later on

* Valjean gets beaten up a LOT more than he used to… it works so well on stage but also leave my father alone…

* The actor playing the bishop in this production (Adam Pearce) was so brilliant - he played the role with an underlying tinge of anger which was a unique choice I’d not seen much of before. He seemed to be angry not AT Valjean but at his circumstances, which really worked well

* One of the factory workers called Fantine a bitch with such vitriol that the dozens of teenagers sitting in front of me on a school tour gasped out loud

* I loved Killian’s acting during the scene when Fantine was fired, she was begging him to look at her letter and Valjean just waved her away - it was made more obvious than in other versions and really helped to heighten his guilt later on when he finds her in the street. Also some excellent background acting with Valjean instructing the workers in the back

* When the man attacked Fantine after Lovely Ladies it was the most violent choreography of it I’ve seen so far. Then Fantine punched AND spat at him

* When Valjean finds Fantine it takes him a good couple minutes to admit his own guilt but when he did it was overwhelming to him

* Killian also kept putting his hand on Fantine’s cheek and then over his own heart…. killed me actually

* Ellie’s “you let your foreman SEND ME AWAY” was breathtaking

* I LOOOOOVED Valjean and Javert’s interactions when Valjean is Mayor because like for example after lifting the cart obviously Valjean had to take off his coat and Javert was holding it and it was after some very tense seconds where Javert was suspicious Valjean just motioned for Javert to return his coat bahahaha. So subtle but so brilliant

* Javert was getting worked up and said “but MONSIEUR LE MAYOR-“ and Valjean just held up a single hand to silence him and it was so perfectly done - I love their shifting power dynamics so much

* And during the Confrontation Valjean stole Javert’s chain and kept slowly wrapping it around his hand before delivering the most satisfying punch

* The little actress who played young Éponine was so fantastic, she kept mirroring Madam T’s behaviour

* I love how the new production emphasises Valjean’s nose boops to Cosette. They are actually so important

* But then… a huge travesty… they changed the line from “Yes Cosette, yes it’s true. I’ll be father and mother to you” to something along the lines of “Yes Cosette, yes it’s true, there’ll be a castle just for you”…. really don’t like this change. I always adored the “father and mother” lyric :(

* And I can’t even keep track of the amount of lyrics changed in Master of the House…

* Once again one of my favourite sections in the musical is The Thénardier Waltz because I adore Valjean’s exasperation and passive aggressive reaction to their antics

* Also when they were talking about his Cosette was often ill, Madam T said to Cosette “play dead!” Excellent new addition

* When Valjean went to pick Cosette up to spin her around Killian said ‘h-UP’ which is such an Irish thing and made me so happy like I really think Killian’s acting with young Cosette and even later with Marius in the sewers has so much more depth since Killian himself has had children 🥺

* Now we’re in Paris (side note they’ve got rid of the location and years projections which I miss…)

* They still have the “everyone’s equal when they’re dead” line for Gavroche which I never liked as much :(

* Although they did let Gavroche carry around a little baton the whole time to mock Javert which I loved

* They made Éponines “I know a lot of things I do” quite overtly sexual which is a change from other versions I’ve seen and I wasn’t mad on it

* I love how the Grantaire and Gavroche has been developed over the years it’s so endearing

* I really loved all the Marius and Grantaire interactions - and really Grantaire with the whole ensemble, such wonderful friendships

* When Enjolras took Grantaire’s bottle off him he immediately took out another one

* Marius sang the first few lines of ‘A Heart Full of Love’ from the top of the fence which I’d never seen before and loved

* Also I am CONVINCED Éponine said “shit!” when she noticed Valjean come out the door

* And later when Éponine delivered the note from Cosette to Marius via Valjean he was so soft towards Éponine and even softer when he realised she was a girl. He clasped her hands and told her to stay away from the barricade

* Death’s kiss!!!!!!! Éponine kissed Marius!!! And I sobbed

* When Éponine was dying one of the Barricade Boys brought Javert out and made him look at her body but Javert kept looking away… oh god quick where is that Éponine and Javert parallel post

* Éponine’s anger at the end of ‘On My Own’ was so palpable and especially her “a world that’s full of happiness that I will never KNOW” was so painful

* Drink with Me while very sad was also very funny because everyone was having a good time and then it’s like “oh good Grantaire is joining in- OH NO HE IS NOT OKAY”

* Enjolras really seemed have a lot of respect for Grantaire in this production which made it all the more painful when Grantaire shook his arm off when Enjolras tried to comfort him

* Grantaire’s “IS YOUR LIFE JUST ONE MORE LIE” really played into his NEED to believe in something

* BRING HIM HOME WAS THE MOST SPECTACULAR PERFORMANCE I HAVE EVER SEEN. I sobbed throughout. Killian is so talented. Because his voice is so soft naturally and the beginning of the song is extra soft it means the gut punch of “the summers DIEEEE ONE BY ONE” all the more powerful

* Grantaire and Enjolras hugged over what they thought was Marius’ dead body… god…

* Valjean looked so devastated that he couldn’t save all the other boys at the barricade oh god it killed me

* Once again Grantaire was the last to die and shouted “YOU BASTARDS”

* One of my FAVOURITE additions to the new Les Mis staging (which Killian does particularly well) is Valjean saying “good boy good boy… good boy” to Marius as he heaved him up. I burst into tears again

* Turning was soooo good because they have a little girl sing the lyric “who will wake them?” and then she stares at Marius as he comes out for Empty Chairs

* I hated the lyric change in Beggars at the Feast from “that one’s a queer but what can you do” to something like “that one’s a queer but guess he’ll do”… like why. why.

* When Valjean was telling Marius about his life he kept rubbing and clutching his wrist which made me think of Fantine’s line about chains binding him… oh god

* As always Valjean’s death was so beautiful and painful… the part of the show that always gets to me the most

* THE BISHOP HUGGED VALJEAN WHEN HE DIED TO WELCOME HIM TO HEAVEN

* and then I died too. I love this musical so much

#sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes i typed this on the plane #les mis #les miserables #theatre stuff #killian donnelly #… my valjean forever and always

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02:16a.m | cyj

a/n: based on this video i found on twitter, god i immediately teared up watching it :') i've never ever analyses a dance this way before and i have little to no knowledge about dancing but here i am, writing this bdjslqlakalqbdbd i would also recommend you guys watching the choreo first before reading, just so you can get a gist of what i'm trying to convey hehe enjoy reading, loves! <3

goodbye love, you flew right by, love

you instantly smiled, hearing one of your favourite songs played on the speaker, coming from yeonjun's playlist. "didn't know you listen to this song, jjun", you said as you walked past him, grabbing one of the mics and turning it on.

"of course i listen to it, you love the song, am i right?", yeonjun lovingly looked at you as you took a spot beside him. "mhmm".

remember the way you made me feel, such young love but, something in me knew that it was real, frozen in my head,

you started singing along, closing your eyes to the melody, the song completely engulfing you in your feelings. yeonjun closely watched, the way your eyebrows scrunched, the way you lips curved, the way those lines on your forehead formed, like you were truly hiding your pains inside.

pictures I'm living through for now, trying to remember all the good times, our life was cutting through so loud, memories are playing in my dull mind,

you quickly snapped out of the trance you're in, the rustling beside you causing it. you saw yeonjun getting up, his body slowly, flawlessly moved on its own to the song, his eyes never leaving yours, holding the same pained gaze.

i hate this part, paper hearts, and I'll hold a piece of yours, don't think I would just forget about it, hoping that you won't forget about it

you continued, your voice now guiding yeonjun in his steps, he himself lost in your world, his movements complimenting every single emotions you're pouring out. yeonjun closes his eyes, letting just whatever he's feeling direct his steps.

i live through pictures, as if I was right there by your side, but you'll be good without me, and if I could just give it some time, i'll be alright,

you could feel it, the pain in the hurriedness of his steps, like he's trying to run from whatever pain that's hurting him, to just buy himself some time and the tugging motion he did, like he was stripping apart whatever memories binding him, ripping away all the reminders of those agony. by now you were holding in your tears, truly mesmerised by how graceful yeonjun looked, how he achingly conveys each and every sentiments the song is about.

pictures I'm living through for now, trying to remember all the good times,

truthfully, yeonjun wasn't. it hurts, everything just hurts, he doesn't want to but his mind just keeps on playing everything. you almost let out a tiny gasp, seeing how beads of tears rolls down yeonjun's cheeks, choosing to just swallow in whatever you're about to say and finishing the song.

as the song comes to an end, yeonjun took a seat beside you, you're both huffing from the excruciatingly painful, unspeakable feelings in your chest. you take a look at him, seeing how his rosy cheeks huffs, his hair slightly sticking to his forehead from the sweat, how beautifully shattered a person can be.

unknowingly, you took his hand in yours, pressing light, feathery kisses on each of his knuckles, showing how much love you have for him, how right now he is safe with you, how he can let go of what's making him this broken. a smile thoughtlessly broke through yeonjun's face, feeling his heart swell at how gentle you're loving him.

the hand that was once in your hands is now placed on your cheeks, cold against your warm ones. you unconsciously leaned into his hands, feeling how safe and how home he made you feel.

yeonjun grinned, thanking whatever the universe planned to have you by his side, before placing a warm, long kiss to your forehead, closing his eyes at just how everything felt right in that moment.

"i am here too, y/n. always, always will be here".

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Chapter Two

Her apartment was equidistant from the diner and Ivy’s school, which she said was the main reason she had chosen it. Four floors up, she put the key in the lock and glanced at him before opening the door.

“Like I said, it’s a mess inside, but…” She shrugged and he smiled.

“Then let’s change that,” he said, waiting for her and Ivy to enter first.

“Put your things down on the table, honey. Then go to the bathroom. I want you to take a bath,” Dana said, rubbing her face.

“Okay, Mommy,” Ivy answered as she took off her backpack, coat and boots, heading toward the bathroom.

“I’ll be right back. Just… make yourself comfortable. If you can find a spot,” she told him as she gestured around, taking off her own coat and laying it on a chair. Smiling tiredly, she followed Ivy to the bathroom.

Removing his bag from across his body, he set it beside Ivy’s backpack and laid his coat on top of Dana’s. Looking around, he let out a low whistle.

There were piles of laundry covering the entire couch, coffee table, and overstuffed chair in the corner. Blankets, sheets, and clothes, though unfolded, were organized into piles to be sorted and put away effectively.

He heard Ivy and Dana talking as the bathtub water was running and he decided to get started straight away.

Washing his hands in the kitchen, he smiled at the cute plates sitting in the sink. As it was early December, they were of a snowman with a reindeer biting at his carrot nose. The soap pump on the sink was a fat Santa with rosy cheeks and closed eyes from his wide smile. He grinned at it as he finished washing up and reached for a paper towel to dry his hands.

Staring at the fridge with the many magneted colorful and happy pictures stuck to it, he dried his hands thoroughly and tossed the paper towel into the kitchen trash can.

Walking into the living room, he smiled as he saw the bookshelf filled with all of her books. He recognized some they had shared and made a mental note to inquire after ones he saw that he would like to read and discuss with her.

There were also pictures of her and Ivy on the shelves: birthday parties, Christmas, at the beach, sitting in front of a campfire, and sleeping together in bed when Ivy was a small baby.

Smiling again, he turned around and walked to the couch. Starting on a pile of blankets, he began to fold them, placing them into stacks.

Sheets were next and he folded them like he had learned to do from watching a video online. The piles grew as he heard giggles and bare feet running into a room.

“Did you… oh!” Dana said and he turned to look at her. “I didn’t know you were starting already. You didn’t have to yet.”

“I don’t mind. I actually enjoy folding laundry.” She looked at him skeptically and he laughed. “I do, especially linens and things. It’s easy and methodical, blocks out other thoughts and concerns, you know?”

“Yeah, I… I can see that,” she agreed with a nod.

“Mooooommyyyy,” Ivy called and she smiled as she excused herself. He smiled back as he folded pillowcases and another set of sheets before they both came out, Ivy’s hair up in a bright pink head wrap.

“Can I fold the washcloths?” Ivy asked. “Mommy saves those for me.”

“Sure. Want me to make you a pile? Or do you want to find them?”

“Oh… I’ll find them,” she said with a giggle and began to look through the pile of towels, saying gotcha! every time she found one. He laughed and caught Dana’s eye as she watched Ivy with a tired smile.

“Would you like some tea?” she asked and he nodded in agreement. “What kind?”

“I’m fine with whatever,” he said as Ivy giggled when he gently tossed a washcloth at her. She smiled at him and he smiled back with a wink.

“Ivy? Do you want some tea?”

“Yuck! No,” she answered, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head as Dana laughed and Fox smiled.

“Okay. You want some juice? Or chocolate milk?”

“Yes! Chocolate milk, please,” she said with a grin.

“Could I change my order to chocolate milk too?” he asked, glancing over at Dana.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Wait, do you have chocolate syrup? Or is it the powdered stuff?”

“No, it’s syrup, why?”

“Because that’s the best, right Ivy?” he asked and Ivy nodded, folding a washcloth and placing it onto a pile. “Just wanted to be sure you were doing it right.”

“Mommy makes the best chocolate milk,” Ivy said, taking out a washcloth and knocking over the small pile she was working on. “Whoops! She even puts whipped cream and sprinkles on it.”

“Ohhh… then yes please. I’ll have that.” He smiled at Dana and she shook her head with a smile.

“Two chocolate milks coming up.”

“Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you, Mommy.”

Fox smiled at Ivy as she refolded the washcloths again, her pile not gaining much height, but she did not seem to care, so he would not either.

“Hey, want to help me fold this sheet?”

“Sure!” Ivy said, the washcloths falling over again and landing on the floor. “Whoops!” She picked them up and shoved them onto the couch, not bothering to fold them.

“Okay,” he said with a chuckle, picking up the sheet. “We’re going to each take an end and then spread out. Oh, wait… do you have a stuffed animal you really like?”

“Uh huh!” She smiled and nodded.

“Go grab it and bring it out here.”

“Okay!”

She turned around and ran toward the bedroom. He smiled as he watched her and then looked at Dana who was watching him intently.

“Something my mom used to do with us when my sister and I were little. Hey, look at that- now you know that I have a sibling,” he teased and he heard her exhale, giving him a small smile.

“Got it!” Ivy yelled, running into the room, an obviously very well loved pink and white stuffed panda in her hand.

“Perfect,” he said, gathering the sheet by the corners and making what looked like a parachute. “So, what we’re going to do is…” He opened the sheet and brought it down to her level. “… drop the panda in and we… wait, what’s her name?”

“The panda?”

“Yeah. I feel like we need to be introduced.”

“Oh,” Ivy said with a giggle. “Her name is Pandy.”

“That’s her whole name?” Dana asked and Ivy looked at her, shaking her head with another giggle. “Tell him her whole name. Make sure they are properly introduced.”

“Let’s hear it,” Fox said and Ivy looked back at him, biting her bottom lip as she smiled.

“Her name is Princess Pandy of the Pink Palace. But… I usually just call her Pandy.”

He raised his eyebrows and stared at her and then Dana, looking between them as Dana grinned at him with a nod.

“Well, I had no idea I was in the presence of royalty,” he said, bowing amid Ivy’s giggles. “Princess Pandy, I am Fox Mulder. It’s a privilege to meet you. No, it’s an honor.”

“And to meet you,” Ivy said in a high pitched British accent which made him laugh, glancing at Dana again, who smiled and shrugged slightly.

“Your Highness, would it please you to go for a ride in this sheet of pale pink?”

“Oh, yes please! I would like that a lot,” Ivy said in the same voice.

“Please, enter,” he said, opening the sheet and waiting for Ivy to place the panda inside. “Just slide in your Highness and then Ivy and I will take you for a ride.“

“Hooray!” she cried, dropping the panda inside.

“Fantastic. Okay, so what we will do now is…” He separated the sheet and handed two ends of it to Ivy. “… you take these edges and we will step back until the sheet is taut.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means pulled tight,” he said, stepping back.

“Then why didn’t you just say tight?” she asked him, mirroring his steps.

Dana laughed, covering it with a cough as he looked over at her. She smiled as she glanced at him, taking glasses down from the cupboard.

“Well, I could have, I suppose,” he said, smiling as he shook the sheet a little. “But, I’m a writer and I like to use different words to describe things.”

“You write stories?”

“I do.”

“I write stories in school. I wrote one about a bunny.”

“Really? What was the bunny’s name?”

“It’s Funny.”

“The story is funny? That’s good, I like funny stories.”

“No,” she giggled, shaking her head. “The bunny’s name is Funny.”

“Funny… Bunny?”

“Yup!”

“Oh, I love that, it makes perfect sense.” He smiled at her and she looked down at her panda with a smile.

“What are we going to do with Pandy?”

“Well, Princess Pandy is going to do a few things. First, she is going to swing,” he said, swaying the sheet back and forth and she copied him, rocking on her feet. “We can open the sheet a little and then, if you hold the sheet tight-”

“You mean taut,” Ivy interrupted and again Dana laughed, covering her mouth as she stared at them.

“Right. I meant taut,” he agreed, smiling at both of them. “So we can swing her and then open the sheet a little further and we can make her fly, like this.” Popping the sheet a little, the panda flew up and landed back in the sheet, Ivy gasping and then laughing.

“Do it again!”

So he did, swinging and popping the sheet as she giggled and worked with him to make it happen. He smiled as he watched her enjoying herself and then at Dana as he caught her doing the same. She locked eyes with him and he saw a myriad of expressions cross her face.

“This is so fun,” Ivy said in Pandy’s high voice as they popped the sheet again, his attention pulled away from Dana.

“I’m so happy you’re having a good time, your Highness,” he said, bowing to the panda as Ivy laughed.

“You two ready for your chocolate milks?” Dana asked, shaking the can of whipped cream and spraying it into the glasses.

“Yeah!” Ivy shouted, dropping the sheet and turning around, running to the table to sit and wait.

Fox smiled as he picked up the sheet and placed it on the couch. He walked over to the table, moved his bag and Ivy’s backpack and coat, setting them on the empty chair beside him. As he sat down, Dana brought out their chocolate milks and went back for her tea, before joining them at the table.

“Yum! Thank you, Mommy,” Ivy said, sitting up on her knees to drink out of her pink swirly straw.

“You’re welcome, honey. Use your napkin, okay?”

“I will.”

“How do you like your chocolate milk?” Dana asked him and he smacked his lips in appreciation as he swallowed down a large gulp.

“It’s delicious,” he replied and she smiled as she shook her head.

After they were finished, Ivy scooping out any remaining whipped cream with a spoon, they returned to the task at hand.

Princess Pandy was flown up and down a couple more times and then Ivy went into the bedroom to watch a movie on her tablet.

Fox and Dana made quick work of the linens, not speaking much as they did. Soon the piles of items were ready to be put away and he followed her to the linen closet, his arms full. He waited as she placed her armful of towels away and then took the ones he held, placing them properly in the cupboard.

As he walked past the bedroom, he looked in to see Ivy lying on the top of an elaborate bunk bed. The top half of it was smaller and the frame was painted a light pink. The bottom half, which held a larger bed, was painted white. Two drawers for storage were under the bed and there was a staircase with five steps at the end of the beds, shelves and cubbies built into it, books and toys sitting upon them.

A large fuzzy pink area rug lay in the middle of the room. Two white floor lamps were in opposite corners and a pink bean bag sat under the one large window in the room with light pink curtains framing it. A white dresser with six drawers, three of which were obviously Ivy’s, as they had drawer knobs with pandas wearing a flower crown and holding a pink polka dot heart, rested against a wall.

It was a perfect combination, incorporating the two of them as a team and also as individuals.

“I can only afford the one bedroom, so we have to share,” Dana said, her arms full of more linens. She smiled and he nodded. “This setup saves space, allowing the room to not be too cluttered or full of too much furniture.”

“It’s good. I like it. You’ve given her her own style and form of expression, yet it’s not overwhelmingly hers alone. It’s a good compromise.”

“Thanks,” she said softly, biting her lip and then exhaling. He smiled and touched her arm as she walked to the closet and he went back to the living room to gather more items.

Everything put away, he looked around the living room, wondering what else he could do to help.

“That’s all done,” Dana said as she entered the room, sighing deeply and then yawning. “God, it’s been a long day.”

“I’m sure,” he said, smiling at her.

“Thank you so much for your help. And… for being so good with Ivy. I…” She shook her head and sighed again. “I don’t… aside from men we already know- family members and friends- we don’t have them around.” She did not meet his eye and he smiled softly.

“Considering what happened, I completely understand,” he said quietly and she looked up at him. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Thank you for being easy to trust.”

“Yeah,” he said with a nod and a small smile. “I should probably get going. Give you two a chance to relax and get to bed early.”

“Right,” she agreed, nodding with a smile. “Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome.” He walked to the table and put on his coat before he picked up his bag, putting it over his head and across his body and walking toward the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And the offer still stands. I can watch her for you, if you’d like. I’ll be there anyway, so it’s really not any trouble. She seems like a fun kid.”

“She is,” she said, smiling as she looked toward the bedroom. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m gonna see if I can make other arrangements. If you see me tomorrow, sans child, I will have been successful.” She smiled and he chuckled softly.

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ivy?” she called, rolling her neck and sighing.

“Yes, Mommy?”

“Fox is leaving now. Would you like to come and say goodbye?”

A loud thunk was heard and then the sound of feet running quickly across the floor. She slid into the room and made a beeline for him, crashing into him as she threw her arms around him. He raised a surprised face to Dana, who was wearing the same expression.

“Goodbye, Fox. Thank you for playing with me today. Pandy had a very fun time,” Ivy said, her words slightly muffled with her face pressed against him.

“Oh. I had a fun time too. And I’m glad we had a chance to meet.” He pulled back and looked down at Ivy, who grinned up at him. “Thank you for helping with the laundry and the suggestion of the chocolate milk. It really was the best I’ve ever had.”

“Yup, Mommy makes it the best,” she said with a nod and he glanced up at Dana, smiling as he nodded back.

“She does. Well, you two get something to eat and get some rest. See you soon. Goodbye, Miss Ivy. Miss Dana.” He tipped his head at them and patted Ivy’s head as he stepped back.

Reaching out, he unlocked the door and turned the knob, nodding goodbye again. He stepped out into the hall and waved as he left, heading toward the stairs.

As he walked down, he glanced back up and saw Dana standing behind Ivy, who must have run back to her room, as she was now holding Pandy.

“Goodbye, Mister Fox,” she called in Pandy’s high pitched British accent, waving her paw.

“Farewell, your Highness.” He waved back and Ivy giggled, the sound echoing down the stairs. Dana waved with a smile and he nodded once more before he stepped out of sight and continued to the next level.

He left the building, pulling his coat tight around him in the chilly winter air. He smiled nearly the entire way home, thinking of the sound of Ivy’s laughter, the chocolate milk left on her lip as she drank from her glass, her straw eventually laid aside, and the way Dana stared at her so adoringly.

He thought of the happiness and coziness the small apartment held within it and how he had immediately felt welcomed and at home.

Bypassing food, or any thoughts of it, he walked to his apartment, wishing his place held half the charm and warmth that theirs did, but all that greeted him was the bare and rather sterile rooms.

No Santa hand soap pump, no colorful drawings on the fridge, nothing that made him feel that happy feeling he had experienced with them.

With a sigh, he closed and locked his door, took off his bag and coat, and settled in for a quiet and lonely evening.

#alternate universe #modern setting #msr #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #new in town #new friendships #developing friendships #new developments #helping out #holidays #diners

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fourseasonsfigs · 11 months

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A-Xu Drinking Wine

Here we have A-Xu contemplating his life choices, drinking his wine and not looking like he's enjoying it.

When I first saw this fig, I immediately just assumed that the inspiration for it came from Episode 11. This is where A-Xu sits against the watchtower in Yueyang, drinking from his gourd and pondering who, in fact, could be more foolish than him.

I mean, lots of people, judging by this episode. BUT...as I sat down to write this blog post, I realized that this fig can't be from this episode. In the still above, he's wearing the blue silk brocade doll-collar costume, which is very distinctive:

This fig appears to be wearing what I think of as the mountains and rivers costume:

You see what I mean? The fig doesn't have the darker teal band on the outer robes, but everything else is the same. The hair crown matches too.

There's no doll collar there. Wait, one more picture...

I had to add this last one because I love it so much. Stern and resolute A-Xu. Hair flying! Robes swirling! What more could you ask for?

Anyway, so I watched Episode 13 and 14, when this costume is worn, and I watched very carefully, but I did not see a single instance of A-Xu sitting and drinking with this gourd. He definitely does drink (when does he not?), but it's this Truth or Dare scene, and it's out of one of their Jianghu shot glasses miniature jade cups:

So I'm stumped! Let me know if you know where this inspiration is from. In the meantime, let's continue.

Our little tippler arrived with his accessories safely intact.

You can see the little hole in his hand where the gourd goes.

Here's a better close up.

And yes, that's an entire picture of his drinking gourd! There's the little round peg that goes into the round indent in his hand.

Here he is! So cute. I don't care what episode (or mashup of episodes!) he's from, I love him.

There's a lot of personality packed into this little face. What a woeful little mouth! I see the very tips of a cat's ears peeking up in his eyes, too.

That is a glorious ponytail there, A-Xu. His whole hairstyle is amazing here. You can see how well it's been designed to go against the stairs, too - it fits perfectly.

I do like how well the gourd was designed with the detail on it. You'll see it's nice from all angles.

Hmm, I see I could have centered him a bit better on the stairs. He sits just fine - I didn't putty or sticker him down or anything, so he probably got scooted a bit off center when I rotated him for this picture.

I actually was hoping this fig was from Episode 11. His whole depressed monologue sitting against the watchtower is golden. I remember watching it for the first time, listening to him just sitting there castigating himself, and when he got to the acerbic, "There are so many morons in this world. Who could be more foolish than you?" I just burst out laughing. A little gallows humor is always welcome.

You can see from both sides of the staircase how well this fig sits. The fig maker and the factory did a great job with engineering this set.

Ah, those rosy little cheeks. Once again his hair is A+ here. I love his shaggy bangs and how well they frame his perfect little face.

Aww honey, it's all gonna be OK.

Speaking of modeling and fig engineering, the gourd fits beautifully into his hand. It didn't snap in or anything (thank goodness, no force needed or wanted to push something into his delicate little resin hand), but just pushed in snug enough to hold while not being too tight to risk breakage.

I like that they patterned the back of his robes, even though you can't see it when he's sitting on the steps.

A good angle for the guan and also for the top of the gourd. You can see how nice and snug it fits in his hand.

It's a nicely compact fig. Again, kudos to the fig maker and the factory, they did a fantastic job on this.

Ah, the box card reveals that this definitely is the Episode 13 / 14 outfit, we can see the darker band on the collar. I still can't place this scene though.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 395

Scene Count: 27 (I don't think the steps count)

Rating: Just hang in there, A-Xu! It's going to get better (and worse, but also better!)

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#zhou zishu #a-xu #zhang zhehan #word of honor #word of honor merch #figthusiast #a-xu is just doing his best

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ceciliasthings · 1 year

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"A second chance"(2/2)

Summary: As promised,You go to your new friend's daughter's party, but will you still be friends after that night?

The other one day were more relaxed you saw eugene a few times you two only exchanged a few words but it brought you two a little closer , you also took advantage and bought a purple stuffed bunny to give to Rosie as a present,you didn't know why but you were very nervous for saturday maybe it was the first time you would be at his house, what was his house like? she was big, with toys, were there pictures?You knew something happened to mercer's sister but you never asked ,you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice Mercer by your side.

- what is on your mind?- He says in a serious tone

You jumped on the chair with the slight fright making him look more confused , it seemed like he was reading your mind.

- What do you mean ? - you ask stuttering

- You've been standing there for like 15 minutes looking at the donuts and knowing you better you would have eaten them all by now.. so what are you thinking? Does this have to do with Eugene?

You leaned back in your chair taking a deep breath you were trying to find the words to ask him.

- It's just that I wanted to ask you something but if you feel uncomfortable, you don't even have to tell me..- you look down

He knew what you wanted to ask really it was a very sensitive subject for him but he wanted you to be able to trust him so he took the step to bring it up.

- Is it about Max? - he sits next to you making you look at him

- Yes..I wanted to know what happened to her I don't want to have to ask Eugene because I know he gets bad about it..But sorry if I'm insensitive I shouldn't have brought it up- you try to get up and leave as quickly as possible but Mercer puts a hand on your shoulder.

- Listen, you're my friend and know that you don't have to be afraid to ask me things..- he takes a deep breath before opening his mouth again- A year after all that shit happened,Max started complaining of a headache at first I thought it was because she was stressed with Rosie and work but then there was a day When she fainted during work it was then that..- Tears started to well up in his eyes and he closed his fists- And we found out he had a brain tumor..She wanted to try surgery to remove the tumor but ended up dying in it..

At that moment he broke down in tears he put his hand on his face so you couldn't see it, you hugged him and tried to comfort him.

- Oh mercer I'm so sorry that you've been through it - you hug him tighter tears from his face started dripping onto your shirt.

Between sobs he lifts his head and stares at you.

- Eugene was so devastated by this, he didn't leave the house for weeks he he tried to live for Rosie but didn't take care of himself, but you changed something about him.. that day you left the restaurant he didn't stop asking about you...

He looks at you with twinkles in his eyes maybe he was hoping you could help Eugene,but you look at him reluctantly.

- Max would like to see Eugene happy again... and I'm sure she would like you.

- Thanks you mercer.. But it doesn't just depend on me...But it depends on Eugene either..- You let out a sigh and get up from your chair,you give a slight smile to him - I have to go back to my shift, see you at the party, right?

- Of course y/n - he lets out a crooked smile as he wipes away his tears.

You felt kind of happy with what mercer said, you felt something you hadn't felt in a long time butterflies in your stomach even though you didn't know him well, he had something that was intriguing,you wondered if it was too soon to imagine having something with him but you find yourself Imagining you doing things as a couple like holding hands, hugging affectionately, sleeping with a spoon.... Kissing...Imagining his soft lips on yours, his mouth exploring yours licking every part of you both breathing getting heavier his hands going in.... your cheeks flush as you realize you're too far into fantasy you shake your head and decide to check the clock to see if your shift is up so you can go home change clothes for the party.

And there you were in front of his house staring at the bell you took a deep breath and pressed it you heard the door unlock and he was there.

- Y/N I'm glad you came in..-he gives you a smile, He gives you a light hug while holding Rosie.

- well I couldn't miss this cute girl's birthday, I bought her a present- you happily show him the package as you enter his house.

- thanks y/n it's very kind of you, can you put it on that table?- He points to a table with some packages.

While you put the package away you see that princess and mercer are in the kitchen talking and there were two more girls and a guy with dreads there.

-Oh look who arrived y/n!- princess says happily

- hi.....- you say shyly

Princess goes to your direction and takes your hand and takes you to sit at the table.

- Y/n let me introduce you these are yumiko and Magna and Ezekiel you already know right?- She points to the two girls who were in front of you.

- Yes it's a pleasure to meet you actually it's the first time I've met Governor Ezekiel in person I didn't know you were friends..-you look at Ezekiel as he gives you a smile.

-Nice to meet you y/n, Eugene mercer and princess haven't stopped talking about you, Is it true that you called him an idiot? - he asks making the other two girls laugh.

- yeah haha but in my defense he started I don't call people idiots unless they deserve to be called.- your mouth curved into a smile as Ezekiel chuckled at your answer.

- I thought we had put the past behind us haha - Eugene appears behind you holding Rosie he gently places her in the highchair on the table and then he sits down next to you.

- Well you know the saying first impressions count - you smirk

-I don't think anyone else is coming Aaron and Gabriel are busy- says princess as she strokes Rosie's cheek

- there's more cake left for us so, do you like any specific flavors y/n?- Eugene asks you

- I like chocolate but if the cake is good I'll eat any flavor- You look at him and notice that the two of you are very close, his knee is touching yours.

- Haha so you will like my cakes I like to cook- He gives you a gentle smile as he pours you a refreshment that was on the table- Mercer told me you got here not long ago, where were you before?

- hm I was just wandering around from the beginning.. never found a group I fit in well with until now - you drink some of your refreshment- And you? Have you always been with them?

- In fact, yes, some and some I only know the year before last, Mercer told you everything that happened, right, with Pamela and all that shit.-He looks at you intently

- I heard the story, what you guys did here was amazing you changed this place for the better- you smile kindly at him

His cheeks turn slightly pink at your words he brings his hand closer to yours on the table- Well... I appreciate your compliment.

Rosie ends up dropping her cup on the floor and ends up distracting everyone while everyone else is cleaning up the mess he leans closer and whispers to you.

- I'd like to ask you if after Rosie's birthday party... Would you like to stay for dinner?- He puts his hand over yours.

- Of course - You say shyly as you shake his hand you feel your cheeks turn red you see he has a cute smile It looks like he was happy that you accepted his invitation.

He had to get up to get the birthday cake everyone sang happy birthday to her, you chatted to everyone too, Eugene stared at you with a huge smile the rest of the party,at the end Rosie was sleeping on your chest while you patted her head lightly Eugene was saying goodbye to Ezekiel when he closed the door you felt a sensation in your chest.

- Do you mind putting her in her crib? I hope you don't mind having lasagna reheated with wine.- he takes the lasagna out of the fridge and puts it in the oven while you go to rosie's room.

you put her down gently in her crib the day has been kind of tiring and you think she's going to sleep through the night,You look at a dresser that had toys on it and it had a picture of Eugene, Max and Rosie, that must be Max you thought you stare at the picture for a few minutes until you hear Eugene call you.You go towards the kitchen and see that he has placed a vase with a flower in the middle of the dishes,You walk over to the table and he pulls out a chair for you.when you sit down he adjusts the chair and sits next to you.

- Thanks for the invite, I think you are trying to recreate that night am I right?- You take a bite of lasagna while looking sideways at him.

- Well yes, I felt guilty for ruining that dinner actually I'm sorry again It's just that I haven't had contact with women since my wife's death. - He looks down at the plate.

- Mercer told me what happened... look I'm sorry about this I didn't know you were a widower and I didn't know it was a date type of thing,but in my opinion you are a very handsome and kind man and I would have loved to go out with you that night...- You place your hand on top of his hand.

he lifts his head and looks at you his eyes were shining- I appreciate your words... It would have been a pleasure to hang out with you too y/n

Your heart was beating faster at his touch, you squeezed his hand tighter and as instinct your faces got closer you feel his warm hand on your cheek he runs his fingers lightly on your lips and presses his lips to yours,you taste him you didn't know if it was the wine but his mouth tasted so addictive you run your tongue over every part of it his breathing gets heavier as he pulls you onto his lap he takes his hands towards your waist, you feel your skin get hot from it you decide to tease him some more and start rubbing yourself against him you take his hands and put them on your ass he squeezes them hard as you kiss him fiercely you feel his erection through his pants.

- Are you already hard?-Your lips go towards the neck you suck and bite every part.

He slaps your ass while you rub lightly on his dick- Yes... You're driving me crazy I'm one step away from taking you to the bedroom..- He bows his head when you bring your hand to his cock and squeeze.

- and what's stopping you? - you take your hand inside his pants and caress his member you licked his lips and stared at him

it broke him he gave a harder slap on your ass that echoed through the kitchen, he got up abruptly from the chair and picked you up in his arms and went towards the bedroom he threw you on the bed as he closed the door.

- Looks like we're skipping dinner..- you lick your lips as you take off your dress.

- I wanted to skip dessert- he takes off his shirt and pants leaving only his underwear

He stands in front of the bed you get closer to him staring at his erection, you didn't want to wait for him to take it off you take your face closer to his intimacy and put your lips on it, you hear him moan softly he places his hands on your head and strokes your hair you place your hand on his member and squeeze making him squirm you see him holding himself back from his knees his legs were trembling, you don't want to wait any longer and you take his member out and take it in your mouth.

- oh god - he moans low as he turns his head back.

You lick his cock fervently running your tongue over the entire length and sucking the pink head driving Eugene crazy, you suck the length of his cock while you make hand movements his fingers lightly touch the head caressing it, in a motion eugene pulls his head away you look at him confused but you see and he has a serious expression his cheeks are red and his eyes are narrows it felt like he had lost control.

- I was close to coming...- he says catching his breath as he places his hand on your face again and gently presses his thumb to your lips caressing them- You are a very pretty girl...

He bends down and kisses you again laying you down on the bed getting on top of you, the kiss is fiercer this time on his part he licks your mouth and bites your lip as he guides his hand to you to your back unfastening you bra when he reveals her breasts he places his hands on both of them he massages while squeezing your nipples,you let out a sigh during the kiss he licks your lips again and goes down to your neck making a trail of kisses to your breasts.he kisses the top and sucks your nipple while the other hand pinches the other he licks you brings your hands to his head his fingers tangle in his hair undoing the braid he was wearing,you feel his hands pass over your body caressing your waist until they reach your intimacy he presses his fingers to your covered core and he sees that the cloth is wet.

- are you already like this? pretty girl, naughty girl gets wet just by my touch- he whispers in her ear while running her hands on her thighs, he finally takes off your panties.

You take the initiative and push him making him sit on the bed you get on top of him and press your intimacy against his member you stare at each other for a moment he had such beautiful eyes you bring your hand towards his face and peck him on the lips as you whisper:

- i want to take control of this please come inside me i want to feel you overflowing inside me- you can see him biting his lip at your words.

He places his hands on your waist as you place his member towards your entrance,when he entered you you both moaned he buried his head in your breasts as you tried to get used to the feeling when he is completely inside you you let out a loud moan which is quickly muffled by your hand, you begin to rise and fall very slowly it was so exciting to feel him stretching your walls you feeling his strong breath on your breasts, you take your hand towards your intimacy but it is quickly replaced by his hand that caresses your clitoris while you move.

- I'll go faster...- you intertwine your hands between his back and move harder.

His room was being invaded by the sounds of your wet pussy, you were in heat bobbing up and down on his cock like your life depended on it as he sucked your breasts fiercely,it felt so good to feel him thick and throbbing inside you as he frantically masturbated you running his fingers through your pussy,You felt you were close and put your head on his shoulder as you accelerated the movements more and more you were seeing stars as he filled you you felt so complete when he was inside you.

- awww f--fuck I'm cumming I'm fucking cumming.- You bite his shoulder trying not to moan too loudly.

It was a shock wave for both of you, you squirmed as you felt his cock pumping inside you releasing hot liquid on your walls,your pussy squeezing him even more making him moan something you couldn't hear, he presses on your clit once more when you two finished you were sweaty and breathless, you two lay next to each other but you had your head on top of his chest.

- That was amazing you were so good to me- you say in a whisper while pecking his cheek

- You were amazing too, it's been a while since I felt this good- He caresses your face while closing his eyes slightly.

You were so tired that you don't remember the last thing you saw..

1 year later...

- y/n! Come on let's sing happy birthday to Rosie- Eugene says while I was looking for you

You were in rosie's room while you were sorting out the presents you were staring at the same picture of Eugene Max and Rosie, you and him had been together for a year you've been good to Rosie And it's been great helping him take care of her but you wonder if he loves you you never asked him that for fear he'll get resentful but just thinking he doesn't love you brings tears to your eyes.When he walks into the room and sees you with tears in his eyes he hugs you.

- What is the problem? Did I do something?- he asks in a reassuring voice

- It's not that... It's just that I know this might sound a little silly but I know you still think about Max and I keep thinking if she were here you'd be happier than you are with me- you say in a tearful way you squeeze him tighter.

He realizes what you mean he puts his hand on your shoulder and looks at you intently.

- Listen I loved Max for a long time and I even have a daughter with her but when she left I lost a piece of me but you brought it back! I love you I'm very happy by your side..I love the way you treat Rosie and you are a very kind woman - he takes your lips wiping away your tears- Believe me I am the happiest man in the world to have you by my side..

- I am also very happy to have you and Rosie in my life..- You take his hand and guide him to the door - come on I want to eat that cake soon hahaha

He chuckles and follows you, it looks like somehow you two saved each other.

Notes: This was the longest fanfic I've ever written it's literally one in the morning and I finished it very sleepy, well I hope you enjoyed it : )

#eugene porter #josh mcdermitt #eugene twd #the walking dead #eugene porter x reader #eugene porter imagine

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jeonggukj · 2 years

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paper hearts // jeon jungkook

so i attempted at something, not really sure how good or bad it turned out but here we are …. it’s kinda fast paced; not sure if i added as much detail and stuff but like i said, attempts were made hehe. it’s kinda fluff but also angst 👉👈 i would appreciate feedback on how i can improve and stuff, and yes i plan on making a last part to this…. but yea thx for your time friends :) <3

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hey jungkook, do you remember the feeling of when we first saw each other? what was it you said it was? fate? instant connection? sparks? the day i first met you i just somehow knew that you were made to make my life a little better. and you said the day you first met me you heard bells ringing in your ears, you believed in destinies and you said you knew that i was yours

we were so young, not knowing much about life, not knowing much about love, but we both knew that something about it was just so real

do you remember the time we went to our first date? i laugh now thinking about how nervous we both were but how you were literally shaking while handing me the bouquet of black and white roses you had bought me, you said “sorry” about 40 times but i just thought it was the most adorable thing, i remember as i reached out to grab the flowers from you, how our fingertips quickly touched each other and my heart started beating so fast, and we just shyly pulled away in a fast motion and were both blushing like some little kids in love, which we were

i remember all our tiny little photo shoots we had every time we went out after that, just taking silly pictures of each other every time we saw something cool to pose in front of, for example a cherry blossom tree with fairy lights decorating it, a statue of a dog sitting on a bench, a random fountain in the middle of the shopping plaza we would go to and eat at, and my favorite photo we took together, when you finally asked me to be yours.

i think that one will forever be my favorite one, a chilly december evening, walking close to each other trying to keep warm off of each other’s body heat, i remember your cute pink nose colored from the cold, rosy cheeks and chapped lips, i don’t think if you were shaking from the cold or because how nervous you were to ask me out… either way, it was the most adorable thing ever and i of course could not say no to you, you were my dream come true. every moment spent with you was so magical, like we were right where we’re supposed to be, spending seasons together and holidays, making new memories and just living life like how we were supposed to, but my favorite memory of us has to be when we took a huge step in our relationship and got our place together, it only meant i had to say good night to you instead of goodbye i’ll see you soon, and waking up next to you was everything i wanted in life

hey jungkook, i hope you knew that i would always be your number one supporter in life, and that i would be happy with whatever you chose to do, the sky is the limit but you would always go beyond it, always wanting to reach further. i remember hearing you hum to yourself in the mornings while you brushed your teeth, sing while you were in the shower, and dance while you made breakfast for us all while i laid in bed hearing you sing beautifully to whatever song you chose was your favorite that morning. i loved sneaking up behind you and covering your eyes while kissing your bare back while you froze in place even though you knew it could only be me, and i loved when you gently grabbed my hands off your face and turned around to embrace me in the biggest hug while placing small kisses all over my face. life was so good to us you know, allowing us to be happy, everything was perfect, i had you and that was all i needed, we had each other and we promised that forever.

the day you told me you wanted to do more with your voice, i was so happy knowing that even you realized how great you were at singing, i was so happy that the whole world would get to be as lucky as i was and watch you do what you do best, when i said i would always be your number one supporter, i truly meant that. fast forward a few weeks and you had passed your auditions, flawlessly of course, and things were just going to take off for you from there, i was most proudest of you my love, couldn’t wait for the world to know of jeon jungkook, born singer.

then came days when you had to leave me for late night practices in a city hours away, but you always remembered to call me every night before bed to tell me everything you and your new hyungs had done and practiced, i loved seeing the way your face lit up talking about the new choreograph you guys spent all day repeating, the endless hours at the studio making sure you guys had the melody and the lyrics at perfection, everything was moving smoothly for you guys and soon enough you’d be having your debut shows and everything would fall in place from there.

hey jungkook, do you remember the letters we would write to each other while you would go out of town and having your fan meets and show cases? i couldn’t believe how well everything was turning out for you and your team, i was so proud of you. i loved it when you wrote your letters and folded them into little paper hearts and mail them out to me, it was the little details that would make my heart flutter each time i would receive one from you, and so i started sending you your paper heart mail as well, it became our thing and it kept you in my thoughts throughout the days you would be gone. you would say things like

i was so scared baby, my mind kept telling me i would mess up the steps and i would end up disappointing the fans, but they all cheered very loudly for me and it made me feel so much better, i wish you could come to see my once at a show, i know you’re caught up with work and it’s hard, but the day you are able to finally come, i’ll put in my best just for you, i promise i’ll keep making you proud.

and you did. you kept making me so so so proud.

the day when i finally got to come see you, i decided it would be better to surprise you, as your manager knew you kept wanting me to come visit you because apparently that was all you talked about haha, it had only been 3 months without you but it felt like an eternity and i could not wait to embrace you in the biggest hug and shower you with kisses. you, of course, did not know i was watching you from backstage, but i could see the passion and love in your eyes that you had being in front of the fans and how happy it made you, and when you guys did your encore and walked off the stage to come back, my heart started beating so fast and i felt so many butterflies in my stomach, i was nervous but excited to finally have you in my arms again.

the moment our eyes met as you were the last one to walk in the room, it was like the world had stopped spinning and it was just me and you at that moment, both not knowing what to do or what to say, one second you were becoming blurry as my eyes filled up with tears of happiness, and the next i’m wrapped around your arms as you quietly let out soft sobs for me to hear your way of saying i missed you so much without using words.

we spent that whole night just enjoying each other’s presence at the hotel room cuddling each other as if we were afraid of being ripped apart, watching the next new popular movie and playing with each other’s hair for comfort.

of course, there came a time when i knew your success would just keep growing and growing as you guys kept getting more known every passing day, reaching bigger milestones and gaining a bigger international fanbase, i couldn’t be prouder of you my jungkook.

but with this came a time also where it became harder and harder to have you by my side, leaving for longer periods of time and having a more hectic and busier schedule, yet you were quick to assure me that we would be okay, nothing would change our love for each other, and yet i knew that no matter what happened, i would always love you and cheer you on as you kept going in life.

jeon jungkook, our time together was the most beautiful thing in life, and i couldn’t be more grateful to the universe that it had allowed our paths to cross when they did. it makes me content knowing i had the privilege to be a part of your life and knowing i had the biggest honor of knowing there was a jeon jungkook who exists in this universe at the same time as me, who brightens everyone’s day by being himself, who has the biggest and prettiest smile that could make anyones day instantly better, you truly are the biggest blessing i had ever received.

during your time growing as an international artist, pictures and letters of each other became our only way of holding onto our memories, i hated that it was only paper hearts i had to remember you by, to hold you close by, but don’t think i could ever forget you, hoping you’d do the same and still hold a piece of me with you through your messages and printed photos you took on tour with you. but yet, i knew you’d be okay without me, being the born singer you were meant to be and exploring the world. because the world was yours, jungkook, you were meant to be put out there doing whatever you loved doing most, going into peoples lives and making it better, making people happy whether it was through your music or through your friendship, i know i’m a broken record but i will still always be your number one supporter.

i live through just our pictures now, trying to remember all the good times and remember how you made me be a better person, you made me so happy, and i only wish you’d be even happier now as well.

you walked right by that night, surrounded by your body guards, of course it was impossible to spot me when there was hundreds of fans and flashing camera lights pointed at you, yet part of me hoped you would know i was there to see you before your flight departed again going onto the next tour, but now i was just one in a million, standing there hoping to wish you a safe flight and hug you one last time, having lost contact with you from your company giving you new phones, moving a few cities away while i also moved out of our place because it held too many memories of us, you were no longer my jungkook, you were the worlds.

hey jungkook, i wonder sometimes, do you also keep the paper heart letters i used to send you? how about our pictures? did you keep them in a safe place like i did?

hey jungkook….. do you still remember me? do you still remember us ?

#bts jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fic recs #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #baby star candy #bts fic #jungkook ff

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earlgreymon · 2 years

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temporary goodbye

enlightenmonth 2022 (@koushirohikari) // [day 5-8] work/holiday you can say that this is a prequel of my first entry! i put the three children from 02 who were infected with dark spores (noriko kawada, keiko kurata, and hiroshi shibata) as hikari's colleagues in school. after all, noriko did want to be a kindergarten teacher like hikari, right?

It usually only took one ring of a bell to make her students disperse. For today, however, all of them decided to stay still in their seats instead of snatching their bags and going home. About more than a dozen pairs of eyes were peering at the sole adult standing in front of them, gleaming in curiosity and melancholy at the same time.

"So you won't be with us until graduation, Sensei?"

The woman in the spotlight gave a tiny smile. "I will come to celebrate your last day here, but until then, promise me you will do your best together with Kawada-sensei, okay?"

"But it will be hard to get into the elementary school without you!"

"What kind of nonsense is that?" Hikari cracked a laugh. They were way too young to worry about failing a grade; it wasn't like they were required to complete an entrance test to get into an elementary school. "You are all my brightest students. I'm sure it will be a breeze."

"Will you bring Little Pea later when we meet again?"

"Of course," Hikari cheered. "Little Pea is now as big as a cabbage, but I think Little Pea is way cuter for a nickname, isn't it?"

"We called our little sister Momo-chan because she always kicked Mama's tummy every time she ate a peach. Momo-chan also had rosy cheeks when she was born. Will you name Little Pea as Endou too then, Sensei?"

"Well…" she dragged her voice, changing the tune into a more humorous one. "I don't think Endou will be a fitting name, sorry."

"Is it because Little Pea is a girl?"

"That's a secret."

Her witty wink stirred up a little commotion between the kids, debating whether it would be a boy or a girl. Hikari decided that it was time to put an end before receiving scolds from parents for postponing their kids' homebound. To her surprise, though, everyone gathered to give her one last hug before departing, bidding goodbyes and wishing each other good health and luck.

The reality only started to hit when she saw the now-empty classroom. She tried to push away the feeling by walking to the teacher's room, sighing heavily as she sat on her desk. Hikari then proceeded to finish some of the remaining paperwork, not wanting to add more weights to her colleagues for the next fourteen weeks even though she was planning to return in less than that if the condition was in her favour.

"Araaa, Hikari-senpai," Kawada entered the room, a little perplexed after seeing Hikari still working ever so diligently. "I thought you'd take an early leave."

Hikari chortled, not averting her gaze at all. "Why would I haste?"

"Well, perhaps you want to take a longer rest."

"I still have some notes to do before leaving you with the duty, Noriko-chan."

"You know there's a technology called instant message, right?"

"I know, but why the delay if you can finish them now?" Hikari continued. "Besides, the knight in the shining armour is not here yet, so I have some time."

Kawada hummed understandingly. She then made a short gasp, indicating that she remembered something. "Shibata-sensei gave me this earlier. He thought you'd gone home already."

Hikari received the polaroid that Kawada handed. It was taken just this afternoon, right after the snow stopped falling. White piles turned their playground into an ice castle, so everyone had the same idea of playing outside. They built a giant snowman and decided to commemorate the moment by asking Shibata-sensei to take a picture.

It was amazing how a single photo could carry such a magical feeling. She observed each of her students closely; how their delightful smiles looked so bright even though the picture was blurry thanks to the minimal quality of an instant camera. Soon, those smiles were going to get wider, not only because they would feel the joy of moving to a new place but also because their faces would grow bigger as they got older. For Hikari, it was an honour to become a short part of their lives, to witness such changes.

"Senpai, are you crying?"

She did, without even realising. When she wiped her cheek, the tip of her fingers went damp.

"Oh my God, Senpai." Kawada gasped, a hint of admiration in her tone. "You're just taking maternity leave. It's not like you're leaving forever."

"I know," Hikari laughed helplessly. "Cursed you, hormones."

But they both knew that it wasn't because of a biological reason. It was because Hikari loved her job so much that it was hard for her to leave, even for a temporary. Everyone in the school knew Hikari would happily take any projects being thrown into her hands, although it might take time, as long as they were good for the students. And yes, she treasured all the children, whether they were under her direct guidance or not.

This time, however, her dedication should be for one child and one child only—her own flesh and blood, whom she would welcome in less than two months.

And she wouldn't be welcoming him alone.

"Ah," Kawada, who stood just before the open door, squealed after glancing outside. "The knight in shining armour is here."

She gave a chuckle. "Can you tell him to give me a few minutes? I'll be right there after cleaning my stuff."

Regaining her composure, Hikari started to pack things up once Kawada left. She cleared her tabletop and took everything in her drawer; the spare shoes for PE lesson, the candy jar with only two left inside, the extra scarf she kept for months without laundry. She didn't know she kept many things in school until she required a second tote to bring them all.

As she walked down the hallway, she caught Kawada in the lobby. However, accompanying her was Kurata, who should have sat at the front desk instead of standing beside Kawada. A red-haired guy took Kurata's spot, working his hands above the keyboard, eyes fixated on the screen—a way too familiar sight for Hikari's sore sight. Her husband could never help himself once he was plastered in front of a computer, but that was what made him the Koushiro Izumi everyone knew.

"And we're done," he left the seat with a tiny smile. "Just a small bug in the program. No files were harmed, so all good."

"I am so sorry to bother you, Izumi-san!" Kurata bowed. "But thank you so much! Izumi-sensei is right: you're truly the knight in shining armour!"

He blinked. "Pardon?"

"I thought 'nerd in shining armour' starts to suit him better, Keiko-chan," Hikari cut in jokingly, shifting the attention to her.

Seeing how occupied she was, he approached her right away to assist with her bags (in which she argued they weren't that heavy, but still she was grateful for his initiative). The four of them shared a brief chat before concluding it was already quite late in the afternoon and they only had less than an hour to close down the school. It was Koushiro's turn to bow, thanking Kurata and Kawada for taking care of his wife all this time, which Kurata and Kawada returned with a wish of good luck for both of them.

"You really came to pick me up," Hikari said in amusement while they were walking to the station. "I honestly thought you were half kidding when you said you would clear up your schedule."

"Well, I made you a promise, didn't I? I guess the nerd in shining armour is never a man who broke his promises," Koushiro chuckled. "I told my colleague I have to go see my wife on her last day at work because she would surely cry in front of her kids."

Her mouth was agape from the accusation. "I didn't cry."

Koushiro didn't say anything.

"...at least not in front of my kids."

Now that she had given up, he finally laughed as he embraced her closer. "I am sure they are lucky to have you as their teacher."

Hikari hummed, touching her belly for a caress. An indescribable warmth amidst the cold wind pulled her lips upward.

"And I hope he will feel lucky to have us as his parents."

#digimon #by me #fic #enlightenmonth 2022 #koukari #koushiro izumi #hikari yagami #you can see when i wrote 'haste' i was in the bridgerton hype lmao #endou means pea!

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