#and eventually they both fell asleep but still the entire thing felt very intimate because

[bloodydeanwinchester]

can someone please tell me what happened between this scene where it is clearly the middle of the night and dean asks cas where he wants him to take him:

and this scene where it is clearly the next morning and dean is dropping him off at work:

where did they spend the night??? what did they do??? i NEED to know these things...

#i think they spent the night parked somewhere in the impala #and like nothing really happened...cas spread out in the back seat #dean in the front and they just like talked #and eventually they both fell asleep but still the entire thing felt very intimate because #it is the first time they've really spent any time alone together since cas became human #and maybe for once dean felt like castiel wasn't this larger than life unobtainable angel...he's just a human like him now #and castiel is feeling things as a human for the first time and so suddenly his feelings for dean are just so intense #and he's not sure what to do with them #but STILL neither of them has ANY idea that the other is thinking these things #just some rambling thoughts here cause that whole jump from it being night to dean dropping him off in the morning made me so curious! #destiel #jenna.gif #jenna.post

[storiesforallfandoms]

just hold me ~ yungblud

word count: 2206

request?: yes!

“Could you write a fluffy yungblud fic? Like maybe the reader has been going through a tough mental health time, and he helps? 🖤” 

description: after a week that is mentally trying, all she wants is for her boyfriend to hold her

pairing: yungblud x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

You know those weeks that just absolutely kick your ass? The ones that absolutely nothing is going right and it feels like nothing will ever go right?

Yeah, that was my week.

It started off by realizing that one of my assignments that I thought I had so much time to do was due that day, and I wasn’t even close to being finished. I tried to give my professor some bullshit reason to get an extension but she wouldn’t hear of it, and because I even tried to get an extension she told me she wouldn’t even take it late and marked the assignment as a zero. Then I got my schedule for work and found that they were starting to take shifts away from me. So many, in fact, that I’d be lucky if I was able to make rent and bills. Besides all of that, school was just kicking my ass in general. I was starting to fall behind in my classes but I was feeling so down about everything lately that I felt as though I couldn’t sit still to do any of my schoolwork.

I found myself hitting my breaking point after a particularly rough day at work. Customers were being more rude than usual and I had been run off my feet the entire day. I was clocking out for the day when my manager pulled me aside to talk to me.

“A customer complained about you,” she said, trying to keep her voice soft as she spoke. I knew my manager liked me enough, but she had this way of talking that always made her sound like she was angry.

“What?” I said. “When? For what?”

“Shortly before you clocked out. They were demanding to see the manager, so Julie came and got me and brought me to their table. They said you were being very rude to them and refused to serve them, and that you made Julie do it instead.”

I could not believe this.

I knew exactly what table my manager was talking about of course. It was a table of four - a man, a woman, and two teenaged looking kids. They were supposed to be my last table of the day before I was cut. I had only been there for maybe ten minutes before they started demanding a new server instead of me. They were asking me questions that I wasn’t too sure of about the food on the menu, and when I told them I could ask the kitchen so I could give them a proper answer, the man freaked at me and called me all sorts of awful names. He told me I was incompetent and he didn’t understand why the restaurant would hire someone who didn’t even know the “simplest of answers to simple questions”.

His poor kids looked so awkward over it. His wife basically ignored the whole situation and continued to look at her menu.

I had tried to remain as cool as I could but I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes. I asked again if he wanted me to ask the kitchen about the questions he had, and he responded, “No, I want you to get me a server who can actually do their job.”

I got Julie, who had been working at the restaurant for roughly two years. I explained the situation to her and she told me I could get ready to clock out if I wanted to.

I guess between doing exactly what I was told by that rude table and finally getting the clock out, he had complained about me to Julie and to my manager and made up some stupid story to get me in trouble.

“Oh my God,” I sighed. “I swear to you, that is not the truth at all.”

“I know it’s not,” she assured me. “When Julie came to get me she explained the whole situation. Even if she didn’t, I’d know they were lying. You’re too nice and too kind to be rude to even an asshole table like them.” She sighed and gave me a sympathetic look. “But that gentleman was so furious that he demanded some kind of actions be taken. I told him nothing could be done besides maybe a note being put on your professional record.”

I didn’t understand what she was telling me at first, but when it dawned on me my heart fell to my stomach.

“No, no you can’t,” I said, trying to keep back the tears that starting to run down my face. “I wasn’t even rude to them, you can’t write me up for something I didn’t do.”

“And I’ll make a note of that in the write up,” she told me. “But for now it’s all I can do. You had a customer complain about you, it’s our company policy that we give employees write ups when we feel it’s the right thing to do.”

So she thinks it’s the right thing to to permanently stain your professional record, and to push you one step closer to being fired.

Before anything else could be said, I raced out of the doors into the parking lot. I covered my mouth to stifle my sobs until I got to my car. Once I was there, I placed my head against the steering wheel and began to sob.

I was there for at least 20 minutes because I didn’t trust myself to drive yet. I could barley calm myself down, but eventually I just wanted to leave. I didn’t want to risk seeing the asshole and his family leaving the restaurant, and frankly, I just didn’t want to be there anymore.

I started driving towards my apartment, but as my sobbing and shaking began again, I realized I didn’t want to be alone then. I came to a red light and quickly shot my boyfriend, Dom, a text asking him if it was alright if I went to his place instead.

His response came almost immediately. “Of course it’s alright baby! You don’t have to ask!”

I arrived shortly after and let myself in with the key he had given me. I threw my work stuff onto the floor, knowing I would feel guilty about it once I had completely calmed down. I made my way to Dom’s room where I knew he would be. As usual when he wasn’t recording or touring, he was sat on his bed watching Netflix. He turned to greet me with a smile, only for his smile to drop when he saw my face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, starting to get up from the bed.

I shook my head and held a hand out, stopping him from getting up. As he laid back down, I took off the hoodie I had been wearing and my work jeans, which were now basically stuck to me with sweat, leaving me in just my t-shirt and my underwear. I climbed onto Dom’s bed and rested my head on his chest.

“Just hold me,” I said. “Please.”

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. I began to sob yet again, thinking over all the bad that had happened to me this week. I felt so tired, both mentally and physically, and I just wished there was a way to take a break from it all.

Dom ran his hands up and down my body, trying to soothe me into some form of calm. Eventually, my exhaustion got the best of me and I fell asleep in Dom’s arms.

~~~~~~

Some time later, I woke up alone under the covers of Dom’s bed. I rolled over to look for my phone to check the time, only to find that it was nowhere to be found. It was dark outside, which meant it was still nighttime, and yet Dom wasn’t asleep next to me.

I was still in my t-shirt and underwear from when I had arrived to Dom’s, so the day before, unfortunately, wasn’t a dream.

I heard some sounds coming from the bathroom and got up to see if that’s where Dom had gone. Sure enough, I found my boyfriend knelt next to the bathtub, filling it with water so hot that I could see the steam coming from it.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

He seemed startled when I spoke, and turned to look at me. “Oh no, I wanted to wake you when I had the bath ready for you.”

“Well, I’m glad I caught you, because that water looks way too hot,” I teased and reached around him to turn down the hot water and turn up the cold instead. “Why are you running me a bath at like...I don’t know, kinda late at night? And where’s my phone?”

“I have it with mine,” he responded. “Which is in a hidden spot, because you need to take a break from your phone.”

I couldn’t argue with him there. “What’s up with the bath then?”

“You always say that a hot bath helps you to relax after a hard day,” Dom explained. “And obviously today was a hard day, so I’m running you this bath and I have that gold bath bomb you like so much.”

“When did you get that? I haven’t left any bath bombs here in a while.”

“I bought it in case of emergencies.”

I smiled at Dom and sat on the toilet seat lid to watch as he finished filling the bathtub. He had me test the water before pulling me to a stand and helping to take off my clothes. Even though it wasn’t meant to be in a sexual manner, there was something extremely intimate about Dom pulling my shirt over my head and my panties down my legs.

I got into the water and sighed as my body sank down till the only thing not underwater was my neck. Dom got the gold bath bomb from under the sink and gave me the honors of dropping it into the water as that was my favorite part of bath bombs.

“Are you joining me?” I asked.

He smiled cheekily and began to undress. “That was my original plan, but I decided to wait and see if you wanted me to join.”

I sat forward, giving him room to slip into the tub behind me. Once he had settled himself, I leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and began kissing my neck and shoulders.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked as his lips continued to trail over whatever bare skin he could reach.

I sighed. “Not really, but I guess the only way to work past it is to talk about it.”

I told him everything; about school, about work, about the asshole customer that fucked me over. He listened for however long I talked without interrupting. Once it was clear that I had finished talking, he spoke.

“That guy is a fuckin wanker,” he said. “I can’t believe people like that exist. You were just trying to do your job and he fucked you over like that.”

“It happens,” I said. “Hasn’t happened to me before today, but all my co-workers have stories of assholes who will complain to the manager for the littlest of things. We had someone complain once because their food didn’t look like it did in the picture on the menu and they wanted it for free. That’s usually all people want - free food.”

“I can’t believe your manager is going along with that,” he said. “Even if she makes a note that you did nothing wrong, that’s still looking bad on you.”

“I think they want to fire me,” I admitted. “That’s the only reason they would be giving me less shifts. They want to slowly get rid of me before they straight up fire me.”

“I don’t think they’ll do that, babe.”

“I think they will. I’ve probably done one too many things wrong and now it’s my time to get the boot. It happens so often that whenever someone gets a few less shifts a week we panic.”

Dom squeezed me a moment before kissing me behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Well, if they want to fire you then we’ll look for a new job. You don’t have to stay there and take shit from assholes and let your managers treat you like dirt to keep the assholes happy. There’s hundreds of restaurants you could work at instead.”

For some reason, this thought hadn’t occurred to me.

“I’d like that,” I said. “But I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay? I’m starting to relax, I don’t want to get worked up again.”

“Okay, baby.”

We were silent for a moment, just the sounds of the water shifting around us filling the room. I leaned my head back enough that I could look up at Dom. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For...for being you.”

He smiled at me and kissed my head. “Thank you for being you, too.”

I smiled and settled myself against him again, allowing myself to finally relax for the first time all week.

#yungblud #yungblud imagine #yungblud x reader #dom harrison #dom harrison imagine #dom harrison x reader #dominic harrison #dominic harrison x reader #dominic harrison imagine #imagine #request #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[so-writing]

Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (5)

all parts in the master list

Note: ‘Someday We’ll Know’ by New Radicals is the song for this part so I recommend listening it while you read, and also regularly because it is a beautiful song - also editing is trash once again because I just write and post like a maniac would

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The pounding headache you’d woken up with hours ago had now reduced itself to a dull ache behind your eyebrows. It was enough to distract you from the arm wrapped around your waist but not enough to ignore the hard member pressed against the small of your back. 

You knew who was laying behind you and while you knew it was a perfectly natural thing, you felt shock due to the fact the Matthew Tkachuk was sporting wood while cuddled up with your body. 

His breathing was irregular and his heart was beating fast. You could tell because his face was crushed into your neck and his chest was pressed against your back. 

He was awake. 

You had to unwrap yourself from his body without giving him any indication that you knew about his ‘situation.’

*

“Fuck, I really need to pee!” 

She hurried out of the bed and booked it to the bathroom at such a breakneck speed that Matthew was sure he’d gotten away with it. 

He rolled onto his stomach and willed his boner away. This was not the time or place for anything sexual.

Matthew heard the sound of the shower turn on, sighing in relief that she was beginning her day and was probably completely unaware of what had just taken place. 

He sighed heavily and, remembering that there was no game and an evening practice, went back to sleep.

*

“Nope,” you muttered to yourself as the hot water ran down your chest, “this is not a thing I should be feeling. Absolutely fucking not.”

You couldn’t get the feeling of Matthew’s body pressed against yours out of your head and it was annoying because you knew better. 

The civility between the two of you was just blossoming and the last thing you needed was to think about his naked body while the two of you tiptoed around each other masquerading as friends for everyone else’s sake. 

No, it wasn’t a thing. You wouldn’t let it be. You weren’t attracted to him, there was no way you could be. Up until a day or two ago, he wasn’t even nice to you. You weren’t into assholes, and there was no doubt in your mind that Matthew was an asshole. 

While you were on it, what the fuck was with the shit he’d said last night? He wanted to cuddle with you, when twenty-four hours prior he had you sleeping alone on the floor?

Sure, he’d been drunk but still, it didn’t make any fucking sense. As far as you knew, you were not Matthew’s type and didn’t think even drunk him would have any interest in touching you. 

You chalked it up to just another reason you could say he was an asshole decided to read anything into it. 

The once hot water was now barely room temperature by the time you’d worked through your thoughts and you almost finished your shower until another thing, not from the night before, came to mind.

‘You ought to get dressed though, you’ve got goosebumps like all over your body.’

‘All over your body.’

Why was he looking so closely in the first place? 

*

Matthew knocked on the bathroom door to make sure he was completely alone, though hours had gone by and there was no way she was still in the shower.

The lack of response from the other side of the door made had him smiling as he entered to brush his teeth and take his own shower. 

He noted the few products that weren’t his sitting on the shower shelf. Picking up one of the bottles and rolling it in his hand he wondered out loud, “Lord of Misrule? What the fuck is Lush?”

Matthew was a 3-in-1 type of guy. Fancy bath products didn’t do it for him, what was the point? That didn’t stop him from using it anyway. 

Thinking about the previous night, the earliest thing he could clearly recall was taking his first round of shots. Everything else was a mess of fragmented memories but he knew that he wouldn’t have initiated such closeness between the two of them. He barely liked her, hell, he barely even knew her (not like that had stopped him before) but he wouldn’t mess around with somebody on staff, even he had his limits.

He didn’t think she liked him either but he knew he didn’t pull her into him, so that meant she was the one that started it. 

“Maybe she’s been cold to me because she’s into me and she can’t do anything about it,” he mused and squirted more shower gel into his hand, “that’s got to be it.”

*

You went about your day as normally as you could, opting not to watch practice because you weren’t ready to see Matthew after this morning’s debacle. 

It wasn’t until about 10 in the evening that you decided it was time to leave the arena and head back to the hotel. You’d been working slow, forcing the time to pass but you were tired and knew you’d have to face him eventually. 

Only tonight and tomorrow were left until the Flames would be heading back home and you could resume sleeping alone in the comfort of your own home. 

You hoped Matthew would be sleeping when you got back, but much to your disappointment, he was sitting up in bed with his face in his phone and AirPods in his ears. 

“Where have you been? It’s really late.”

“Had work to do,” you mumbled as you grabbed your pajamas and headed into the bathroom to change. 

You changed, brushed your teeth and washed your face at a glacial pace. Twenty-five minutes had to have passed when you exited the bathroom and sat down on your side of the bed. 

“There’s something I want to talk to you about and I think it might be a kind of touchy subject, but we should address it.”

Oh god, what was he talking about?

“Uh, ok, what’s up?”

“Look, I know it’s probably hard for you to be around me, feeling the way you do and all, but it doesn’t have to be weird.”

Feeling the way you feel? What the fuck did that mean?

“What are you talking about?”

“I figured out why last night happened and why you’ve been so cold to me all this time. You like me.”

The fuck?!

The little smirk resting on his lips was begging to be slapped off. You had never given him any indication that you were interested in him at all. Until this morning, you thought nothing positive about Matthew Tkachuk and those few positive thoughts were strictly physical. Yeah, he was definitely an asshole.

“I, the opposite of like you, Matthew. When have I ever given you the green light that I might be interested? We don’t even fucking look at each other most of the time. This roadie is the most we’ve ever even talked to each other. What makes you think I would want someone like you?”

“You clearly cuddled with me all night, that’s what makes me think you would ‘want someone like me!’ I would never be the one to pull the trigger when it came to getting close to someone like you.” 

“You don’t remember last night, do you?”

“Most of it is a blur, yes, but that-“

“You came in hammered drunk and told me you wanted to hold me and then we went to sleep,” you cut him off. “Don’t think I didn’t feel your fucking dick shoved into my back this morning. You started this, Matthew. I don’t feel any ounce of attraction, physically or emotionally, to you at all.” 

It wasn’t entirely the truth but you were pissed. How fucking arrogant was he that he thought you had feelings for him when he was the one making the first move by coming back for a drunk cuddle?

His face was beat red, “that can’t be true, I wouldn’t do that.”

“Well, you did and I stupidly let you for whatever fucking reason. I should’ve forced you to go to sleep and spent another night on the floor.” 

He didn’t respond, instead focusing all his attention on the corner of the blanket he was kneading between his fingers.

“This is hopeless, Matthew. You and I are just two people who will never get along. Our personalities don’t mesh at all and that’s fine. We need to go to sleep though, two games two days in a row is going to be a bitch.” 

Flicking off the light, neither of you bothered to say goodnight as you both stayed on your respective edges of the bed, putting as much space between you as possible. 

---

Your respective alarms went off within fifteen minutes of each other, and like robots, you both got prepared for the day ahead without a word to one another. You both left for team breakfast at the same time, you heading in the direction of the staff and Matthew going off to join the players.

“So how’s it going with Tkachuk?”

“I mean, it could obviously be better. He’s making it pretty fucking hard for me to continue liking this job.” 

“I have tea,” one of the newer assistants spoke up, “if you’re interested.”

“About me?” 

“Yep, about you and concerning Tkachuk. Only if you’re interested though,” I smile played at her lips and you could tell she was dying to spill whatever secrets she was keeping.

“Hit me with it.”

“I was asked to go out with the group of guys the other night to make sure no one got in too much trouble, so I was there for everything that happened and while I know that he was very drunk when he shouted it across the bar,” she leaned in and the rest of you mimicked her action, “he doesn’t hate you at all. He’s actually pretty fucking interested in getting to know you in a much more intimate setting.”

“Bullshit.”

“He said it, I swear!”

“I believe he said it, but he was drunk and when he came back to the hotel room and insisted on cuddling until we fell asleep, he was drunk then too.”

“Wait, what?!” 

Several people started talking at once, asking you questions and making assumptions. 

“Nothing happened,” you raised your voice a little to silence them, “honestly. I’d never, especially not with him. I had also been drinking wine too so my guard was down but it was stupid and he acted even more idiotic about it the next morning.” 

You recounted what you could remember of the other night and yesterday morning when he claimed you were the one to make the first move because you ‘liked’ him. It was probably something that should’ve stayed private, but if Matthew was going to say what he did at the bar, drunk or not, and blame everything on you, you figured you’d share your side of the story.

*

“One more night with your best friend and then you’re home free, Chuky.”

“I absolutely cannot wait, and the next time there’s an issue with the rooms and she ends up as my bedmate, one of you will be fucking trading with me.”

“I don’t know, man,” Gio clapped him on the shoulder, “I love a good, slow burning love story and this one has been incredibly entertaining.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” 

“You’re kind of into her, I can tell.”

“I am not into her. Not even a tiny fucking bit, man. Don’t spread that shit around.”

“Why? You don’t want her to find out?”

“There’s nothing to find out. I’m not into her.”

“Ok, man, don’t get so defensive. You’re not into her.”

“Yeah, you definitely can’t stand her,” Noah Hanifin piped up, “that’s why you told the whole bar you’d fuck her into the shitty hotel mattress if she’d give you the chance!”

“Don’t fucking lie man, I didn’t say that.” 

“You did, but I’ll let you pretend like it was a drunken moment and not repressed pining.”

“Shut up, all of you, if you want me to get my shit together on the ice, you should stop bringing her up.”

It was petty and every one of them knew it but they didn’t want to frazzle Matt even more than he already was, so the subject was quickly dropped. 

*

The Flames won in a 4-0 shutout.

Game Two was a complete success and instead of the players going out on their own, a bar was rented out and everyone was in attendance. 

Ignoring Matthew was pretty easy at first. He scored one of the goals so plenty of the other guys were on him but as the night went on and the booze continued to flow, he found you. 

“Hey,” he slurred slightly, “sorry about this morning and last night. I was wrong to assume, you know what they say when you assume.”

You were pleasantly tipsy and not entirely bothered by his presence at the current moment, so you humored him.

“No, what do they say?” 

“When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.”

“You mean when you assume, because I made no assumptions but you certainly did.” 

“Yeah, I did. I’m sorry.”

There was something about the way he was looking at you at that moment, coupled with the song playing over the speakers at the bar that had you feeling some sort of way. 

‘Someday we’ll know if love can move mountain. 

Someday we’ll know  why the sky is blue. 

Someday we’ll know  why I wasn’t meant for you.’

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t do this tomorrow,” you placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned up on your toes to press your lips against his. 

#Matthew Tkachuk #Matthew Tkachuk imagine #nhl imagine

[jordanstrophe]

Be a Good guest, part 6

CW: Whump, parental/intimate whumper, whumpee being chipped, blood, captivity, belting referenced, angst, abusive treatment, panic attack

Masterlist

Walter was stressed out today and grumbling to himself, not even making eye contact with Gabriel, which was quite new. He wasn’t sure, but he felt like that was a pretty bad sign. Gabriel took a deep breath before approaching him as Walter mindlessly paced around the kitchen. The chain rattling behind him made his presence known as Walter went still, glancing in his direction. 

“W-... Walter... Are you okay?” He asked. This was the first time he approached him willingly, or spoke first. They both froze and stared at one another, trying to read each other's mood and motives. Walter finally let off a small sad smile, taking his hand and sat him down. 

“I’m alright little one... I’m just nervous, a little stressed.” He waved his hand as if it were nothing. 

Stressed hmm? Maybe keeping a man controlled and locked away in his house was finally getting to him. The “smash-a-window-and-run-for-the-trees” tactic clearly didn’t work, so maybe getting him relaxed and off guard would be better, even safer. 

“Why? I thought you were happy.” Gabriel tried to sound sad and innocent. 

“Oh sweetheart of course I’m happy. I’m worried about you.” 

What... He’s worried about me? How could he...

“You broke loose and got yourself hurt.” He mumbled sadly, staring down at his bandaged wrists he was holding. Gabriel's heart sank a little, that wasn't the only thing that hurt him last night, the red bruises crossed on his back said otherwise. 

“I’m just so worried about you all the time now. What if I take your eyes off you and something terrible happens!” He cried, squeezing his hand protectively. “I feel like there’s nothing I can do to guarantee your safety."

“Then.. W-why did you h-hurt me?” Gabriel rasped, tears instantly falling down his face before he had a chance to suppress them. 

“Oh no, no no sweetheart I didn’t hurt you. I corrected and disciplined you, there’s a difference, I need you to understand that. I would never hurt you.” He soothed. 

Gabriel's gut twisted with horror and confusion. He was promising only love and safety, yet his actions never reflected. Walter perked up, lifting himself to his feet. 

“I know what we can do, hang on.” He smiled, petting his hair as he walked behind him out of the kitchen. Gabriel’s eyes followed him out with confusion, holding his arms crossed nervously as he tried to guess what he was doing. His heart jolted when he heard the basement door open. 

No.

No!

No no no no no no...!

He hadn’t even realized he had jumped to his feet, his body quaking and cringing. The house shook and rattled as Walter drug something heavy up the stairs. Each time it thunked against a step, getting closer and closer, was one step further Gabriel would take to a panic attack. By the time Walter made it up the stairs he had thoroughly pressed himself into the corner trembling, the only thing not tucked away was his one leg being outstretched by the chain that wouldn’t allow him to go any further. 

Walter let out a sigh as he crossed his arms, stepping aside to show the small detailed wooden piano behind him. 

“You said you liked to play, so this should give you something to do.” He smiled. Gabriel's eyes darted from Walter to the piano, waiting for a second part like “oh, and I’m also going to tie you to a chair while you play, and every key you get wrong I’m going to belt you again” but it was only silence that followed. 

He nervously struggled to his feet using the chain to steady himself. Part of him was actually quite relieved and excited to have something to do. But the other part felt like any time not spent trying to get out of here was time wasted.

But...

He really missed playing. He had to sell his first piano and that broke his heart...

“Can I...?” He muttered with a hushed tone. Walter nodded with an approving smile, stepping aside to give him some space to approach. He took a wide path to get to it, grabbing a kitchen chair on his way over and setting it down. He slid just one leg onto the chair, still being cautious incase he had to jump back to his feet, but placing his hands on the smooth keys was instantly relaxing to him. 

The piano was beautiful, decorated with hand carved wooden detail. It wasn’t the most well kept, obviously being locked in that forbidden basement for so long, but it functioned as well as it could. He played by ear, so he was able to quickly pick up his old habits and memories of his favorite songs. He played something calming, a slow tune with a peaceful feeling flowing off every note. Not soon after he was fully relaxed in the chair playing fluently. 

Walter seemed to have gotten relaxed as well, as all the tension left. He quietly hummed along to the music as he turned on the stove for dinner. For the first time, he felt okay. He was still terrified, but he at least had something to do to keep him sane. 

"You're very talented, Gabriel." Walter beamed. 

After some time, dinner was on the table and Gabriel's fingers grew stiff. When he stopped playing the room grew silent as all the peaceful tone seemed to die with the music. Dinner looked like it fell from the heavens as usual, the smell was tempting and delicious. He sat at the table, Walter however, didn’t. He stayed standing, hovering near the counter with his hands resting. Gabriel looked up at him with a puzzled and expecting expression.

“Go ahead and eat, little one. I’ll be just a minute.” He smiled lovingly as always, but it was different this time... It was tilted, sad. Gabriel didn’t want to disobey or tense him further, so he did his best to shove food into his mouth as much as he could stomach. The stress still made it difficult to eat as every bite was forced down. 

Wait.

Something was wrong. 

Something in his view was different. He glanced over where Walter was, but was nowhere to be seen. He never heard him move, where did he-

*Clang*

Gabriel gasped, his entire body jolting as something loud snapped at his neck followed by blinding pain. He disappeared under the table, his hand covering his neck as he felt blood. 

“Wh-!.. What did you do!? Aaa!” He cried out, as the sharp pain in his neck spiked higher and higher. Walter was quick to duck under the table, a small device that was in his hands clattering to the floor. He pulled him out and cradled him in his lap while he held a napkin to his neck.

“Shh, it’s okay.” He whispered, putting pressure on the wound. 

“N-no it’s-s no-t okay!” Gabriel barked while he sobbed, his voice wobbling. 

Walter tilted his head to the side and pressed a large band aid on his neck. He let him go and backed away to give him some space as he trembled on the floor, gasping for air. 

“Wh-what did you do?” Gabriel asked, looking up at him with glossy miserable eyes.

“Imbedded a tracker into your neck.” He said, staring down at him.

“Y-you... You embedded a t-tracker... Into my neck?” He repeated back with a flat tone. 

“Yep! now you can never be lost again.” He smiled, crouching back down next to him. Tears instantly poured back into his eyes as he sobbed, Walter tried to shush him and comfort him as best as he could. He eventually lifted him in his arms and carried him to the couch, covering him with a blanket while he fidget with the TV. He hadn’t turned it on in years, but he felt like Gabriel deserved something to take his mind off of things. 

Gabriel just laid on the couch, wide eyes and panting, his hand still clamped around the band aid on his neck. The TV flashed on as they both jumped with surprise, Walter mostly because he actually managed to fix it. He sat next to Gabriel on the couch as he turned it to something fun and distracting, combing a hand soothingly through his hair as he eventually calmed down and fell asleep. 

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[flamingo-writes]

Stay — Gyro Zepelli x Fem!Reader

Gyro x Fem!Reader — Staying in for the Holidays Headcanons.

Modern!AU in which you're stuck for the hollidays with one if your roommates. The pandemic is the perfect excuse to not leave the dorms.

A/N: not me projecting myself and my family issues. Another story written in headcannons bcs I’m too lazy to make an actual fic out of this. 

Requests closed, unless it’s Gyro requests because I’m in love with this guy and going through Gyro Brainrot rn. 

You'd been stuck almost an entire year with Johnny and Gyro. But that was okay, you could never get bored with those two around.

Johnny decided to go back home for a few days for the holidays, mostly to time a break from the small apartment. Spend some quality time with his family his horse. 

"You sure you guys don't want to come home with me?" Johnny asked. 

"I'm sorry, Johnny, I don't feel like socializing with people I don't know" you said.

"Ain't got much money, man. And I gotta save it for next month's rent..."  Gyro answered. 

So you stayed with Gyro.

"Arent you going back home either?" Gyro asked.

"My family gives me anxiety...plus, I don't want to leave you alone. I rather spend  Christmas and New Year's with you than with them”

"Aw, doll...It'd be a pleasure to spend the holidays with you" He said feeling touched by your words even though he didn’t quite show it.

You didn't do much on Christmas. Your Christmas dinner consisted of take out, lots and lots of beer, and also cheap wine, because you still felt like staying fancy, even if it was for a bit.

You then started watching cheesy Christmas movies while being slowly absorbed by the couch.

Gyro and you were very close friends, to the point where cuddling with him didn't feel weird. He was warm, the apartment was chilly, and he'd absentmindedly run his hands through your hair a lot.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought of him in other ways. Sure, he was your friend, and sure, he was handsome, flirty, and most girls in campus were after him. In the beginning, you werent any different, but when ypu became roommates, you saw him in a new light.

He became your friend.

Spending more time with him due to the pandemic made your friendship with both Johnny and Gyro stronger. You never really thought the three of you would become so close.

Also, being the flirty, attractive guy he was, he constantly brought girls over the night. This became a common occurrence, and Johnny and you no longer gave a shit whenever you came across some half naked lady anywhere in the apartment.

Those romantic and horny feelings for him were gone.

At least until Christmas eve. Spending the night cuddled together, drinking and watching dumb movies felt so intimate and perfect.

Possibly the best Christmas Eve ever since family dinners made you so uncomfortable.

You two fell asleep on the couch. At least for a few hours.

After you woke up, you decided to wake Gyro as well.

"Dude, lets go to bed, or we're gonna wake up all stiff and in pain..." you muttered.

"Ah, can I ask you for possibly the most embarrassing favor ever?" Gyro murmured.

"What is it?"

"Listen, I've been so touch starved the whole pandemic, and cuddling with someone felt so nice..."

"Oh god, do you want me to sleep with you?"

"No funny business, I promise" He said. "Unless, you want me to, doll" He winked, going back to being his flirty self.

Gyro slept in your room that night. The two of you cuddled in your bed, since your room was the warmest.

What a night.

Neither of you had slept so good in so long.

The next few days weren't any different. Throughout the day, each of you would do your own thigs, at night, you'd watch movies, cuddled together. Then go to bed, also together. You'd wake up snuggled next to each other, rinse and repeat.

It was like that throughout the entire week.

The first few nights cuddling with Gyro felt...weird. But you grew fond of your new habit.

That was until December 30, 5 days after your tradition of sleeping together began.

While still lying in bed in the morning, just talking the two of you, one thing left to the other, and then, Gyro was kissing you.

It was far more gentle than you'd imagined. His lips felt hypnotizing, they were tender, gentle and breathtaking. Pinned underneath him, as the two of you explored each other's bodies for the first time.

It was absolute bliss.

It hit you in that moment, that over the course of the week, you'd been slowly developing feelings for him. And so did he.

"I think, I'm falling for you" He breathed between kisses.

Needless to say, that day you barely left your room.

Round after round, the two of you became addicted to each other.

Johnny returned to the dorm, on January 2nd. And he came back to learn about your new relationship with Gyro.

"Jesus, I leave you alone for a week, and you two fucked like bunnies?"

"Yes" Gyro admitted shamelessly as you slapped his arm embarassed.

However, Gyro was so in love. He'd fallen head over heels in the span of a week.

And even when he came off as a play boy, he truly was a gentle and tender boyfriend.

Gyro wasn't someone who usually had his heart in his sleeve. And he never really showed his soft side to any of the girls he'd take over the night.

But you? Oh, you knew you were seeing a sweet and vulnerable side of him. And god, it was so beart warming. You found yourself falling more and more with him with each day.

Johnny didn't realy feel like the third wheel. In fact, he wasn't exactly surprised when he found out you two were dating. It kinda made sense to him that you'd eventually fall for each other.

He still thought how cute it was to witness the whole evolution you two had. From stangers, roommates, best friends, and now a couple.

Johnny made so many "And they were roommates..." jokes.

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[michelangelinden]

Anyone who asks (Everyone, really)

My guys!!! I finished the sequel to ‘Rambo the Hamster (don’t give Reggie a cat)’ and it’s pure Willex fluff. You can read it here or on AO3, please let me know what you think, I’m so excited!!

***

  Alex kicked open the door to the garage.

  “Somebody hand me a cat right now. I need to hold something or I’ll fucking break!”, he exclaimed as he marched into the studio. Luke, Reggie and Julie all turned to him looking shocked. He knew he was making a very dramatic entrance but he felt like he needed it, like he deserved it.

  “You can hold my hand!”, Reggie said, raising it into the air. “Both of them”, he added, raising his other hand too.

  “Thanks, man, but I’d rather squish a kitten than you.”

  Julie made a horrified face but Reggie jumped up immediately, picked James the cat off her lap and pushed it into Alex’ grabby hands. Alex accepted him, dropped himself onto the sofa between Julie and Luke and started petting the cat aggressively.

  “Are –“, Julie started, “are you okay?” She looked back and forth between Alex’ worried face and the cat comfortably squished between his hands. The question hung in the air for a minute and while Alex continued to pet James the cat at a rapid tempo and felt the concerned looks of his friends on his face, he calmed down a little.

  “Yes”, he answered eventually. “Or no. I don’t know yet.”

  “Can we, I dunno, help you? Or something?”, Reggie asked hopefully but also a little confused.

  “Where were you, by the way?” Luke gently put a hand on Alex’ knee but Alex flinched in surprise and he pulled back again.

  “Sorry”, Alex muttered and took a deep breath. He carefully loosened his grip on James the cat, who curled up on his leg and fell asleep immediately (Alex just had that effect on him). He continued to stroke him but much slower and more carefully.

  “I was down at the pier, with Willie.”

  “Oh. Is he okay? Did- did something happen?” Julie sounded worried.

  “What? No. No, he’s fine, just –“, Alex swallowed, “can I have a hug? Like not a I’m-sad-and-need-affection-hug but an I-can’t-believe-this-is-real-hug?”

  Both Julie and Luke nodded enthusiastically. Julie pushed one arm behind his back and hugged his stomach, her head on his chest, and Luke threw an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. Reggie, who had sad down on the floor in front of them, hugged his left leg.

  “Okay”, Alex started, “so we met on Sunset Boulevard, you know, like we always do.” Julie nodded against his chest. “And we walked for a bit and then he –“, he felt himself blush a little, “and then he took my hand and we poofed to the pier. And I thought like ‘okay, he took my hand so that I don’t get lost when we poof’ but then he– he didn’t let go? And I was a little confused by then.”

  “Nah, man, he likes you!” Luke punched him softly and chuckled.

  “Wait, wait, I’m getting there.”

  “Yeah, Luke, shut up”, Julie said and poked Luke in the side. He yelped and went to poke her back but Reggie cleared his throat and the two settled down again.

  “Yeah, so we just, you know, walk along the beach, as one does, he continues to hold my hand, ‘what the hell is up with that?’, I think and then we find a spot a little off from all the other people, not that they can see us, I mean, but it feels a little more private if there’s less people around, even though they can’t even see us …”

  “Yeah, yeah, we know, please continue”, Reggie interrupted him, patting his knee impatiently, and Alex took another deep breath.

  “Anyways. We sit down on the sand and he lets go of my hand, which, like, makes sense, because we’re not moving anymore. But then, as we’re sitting, and we both have our legs pulled up, he kind of pushes his knee against mine?” Julie gasped and lifted her head to look at him.

  “He didn’t!”

  “He did!” Alex nodded at her. “And we’re both wearing shorts so it’s – it’s weirdly intimate.” Julie shrieked a little and squeezed him.

  “Alex, that’s so exciting!”

  “Wait, wait, I’m not done.”

  “There’s more?”

  “Shush!” Both Julie and Reggie silenced Luke. Alex swallowed.

  “So we’re still talking, I don’t even remember what it was about, and then he takes my hand again, and I kind of start to freak out a bit, and then –“, he paused.

  “And then what?” Julie squeezed him again.

  “And then he kisses me.”

  A beat.

  Then yelling.

  Julie squealed again and hugged him even harder, Luke punched his side excitedly and Reggie jumped up to drum on his knee. James the cat woke up, hissed a little and fled off his lap but Alex couldn’t blame him.

  “Dude, that’s amazing!”, Luke yelled and Alex was sure he’d get a bruise on his shoulder.

  “What was it like?”, Reggie asked and Julie kicked him.

  “I don’t know.” Alex frowned. “Short. But, um, but sweet.” He paused and blushed again. “His, uh, his lips are really soft”, he all but whispered but Reggie still heard him and made gagging noises.

  “Hey, you asked”, Julie said and kicked Reggie again.

  Then Alex remembered the other thing.

  “I said ‘yowza’ afterwards”, he mumbled, barely audible.

  “What?”

  He cringed and cleared his throat.

  “I said ‘yowza’ afterwards.” He wasn’t proud of it.

  A beat and then Luke and Reggie started laughing loudly. Julie just looked at him with an incredulous grin.

  “Oh my god.” She laughed. “I can’t believe you.”

  “Yeah, he said so too.” He groaned. “But then he kissed me again, so I think I’m good.”

  The other two boys were still laughing, Luke had slipped dangerously close to the edge of the sofa and held his stomach.

  “Of course, you’re good! You kissed!” Julie shook him. “Alex, that’s so exciting. I’m so happy for you!”

  “I’m happy too”, Alex admitted, blushing. Julie grinned at him.

  Reggie and Luke began to calm down, they were both sitting on the floor, holding each other’s shoulders.

  “And?”

  “And what?” He frowned.

  “Did you talk about it? The kiss?”

  “Uh, no?” He thought back to what happened after they kissed the second time. “We just kinda stared at each other for a second and then we were talking again. And then I realized I was late for band practice so I came here. End of story.”

  “You didn’t even tell him you like him?” Reggie asked, a little shocked. Alex was surprised he was still following the conversation on the sofa.

  “Sorry, I was a little in shock, after, you know, being kissed by Willie.” He shrugged and they all laughed.

  “Sorry, you’re right.”

  “Besides, I don’t even know if he likes me back, so it probably would have been really awkward if I told him”, he shrunk back into Julie’s arms, now very much in doubt of the whole scene.

  In front of him, Luke and Reggie said “Dude” and “What the hell?” at the same time and Julie pulled her arms back from his body to put her hands on either side of his face, squishing his cheeks a little and making him look at her.

  “Oh Alex, sweet, sweet Alex. I don’t know if you know this, but when you kiss someone that means that you really like them, okay?” He nodded slowly, but he didn’t know if he did it himself or if Julie’s grip on his face made him. “There is absolutely no possibility that Willie doesn’t like you.” She let go of him and he looked down at where he had his hands clasped together in his lap.

  “You really think so? You haven’t even met him.”

  “We know so”, Luke said, “we’ve met him.” Alex looked up and saw that both him and Reggie were smiling at him. He looked over at Julie and she was smiling too.

  Yeah, maybe Willie did like him. He kissed Alex, after all. That had to mean something.

 ***

   It had been almost two weeks since Willie had kissed Alex for the first time. He had been so, so nervous, like close-to-throwing-up-nervous, but Willie had wanted to do that for so long that just kind of did it, when the opportunity arose. He still had no idea how he’d gotten the confidence to do it, but he’d done it and he didn’t regret it for one second.

  It had been short, not more than just pressing his lips onto Alex’, and he’d probably almost missed his mouth, and Alex had said “yowza” afterwards which was the reaction Willie had least expected from him, but they’d laughed and then they had kissed again and every time Willie thought back to that moment he had butterflies ice-dancing in his stomach.

  Since then, they had met twice. When they had met at the park by Julie’s house Willie had been afraid at first, that it would get awkward, they hadn’t really talked about the kiss. But it hadn’t been, really, they’d just talked and laughed, like they always did. And after they had chased each other around the lawns (which they hadn’t been allowed to step on, but no one tells ghosts what they can’t do), Alex had pulled Willie close and kissed him, long and slow, and then he’d run off again and Willie’d felt like he would combust at any second.

  They hadn’t kissed when they had met down at the pier again – or not really, at least. But Willie didn’t mind, they’d walked along the shore for what felt like hours, holding hands the entire time. And when it had been time for Alex to go home – he was always worried about being punctual – he had stroked Willie’s cheek softly and had pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of Willie’s mouth and when he had poofed away, Willie had to lay down in the sand to process it.

  Every time he thought about any of these situations, he felt his heart flutter and his chest bloom warmly, his hands itching to hold Alex’ and his lips yearning to be pressed against his. He missed him and an uncomfortable amount too, and he needed to put a stop to the uncertainty hovering around them every time they met.

  He was on his way to Alex right now, the wheels of his skateboard flying over the concrete, bringing him closer to the Molina’s house with every passing second and he felt the nervousness spread from his stomach all the way into his fingertips. He hadn’t known he was still capable of feelings like these up until he met Alex, but he was glad he could still feel all the exciting emotions that came with being giddy about a crush.

  He stopped his board in front of the driveway, taking a breath to calm his nerves. He hoped Alex was home, because if he wasn’t, the afternoon he had spent worrying about what to say when he saw him, had been for nothing.

  He could see the tips of the setting sun glowing behind the roof of the garage, basking it in soft, orange light.

  He took another breath before walking further, rounding the corner to walk down the steps. He stopped only for a second before phasing through the wooden doors of the studio, not allowing himself to think too much about it.

  He was greeted by an unexpected sight. The studio was empty apart from Alex laying on the couch, as asleep as he could be. There were three furry creatures curled up on his chest and only when Willie squinted could he identify them as- kittens?

  “What the-“, he started and Alex startled awake, his eyes flying open and meeting Willie’s in surprise. The three kittens rose up immediately, tumbling off Alex’ chest onto the couch and then onto the floor, meowing loudly (screaming, to be honest) as they made their way over to Willie as fast as they could.

  He lowered his board onto the ground and crouched down to greet them. They let him stroke their heads and only the black one tried to bite him, which he took with a laugh. They were cute and soft and Willie was momentarily distracting from his mind, which he greatly appreciated. His eyes crinkled in adoration as the grey one started purring under his hand, flopping to the side to let him tickle its stomach.

  “Hi, Willie”, he heard Alex say from the sofa, and Willie looked up to smile at him.

  “Why did you hide them from me? I would’ve come over much earlier if I knew that they were here.”

  Alex chuckled in response, finally sitting up on the edge of the couch.

  “Sorry”, he said, fiddling with a bracelet on his wrist.

  The black cat took another try at biting Willie's finger off.

  “That’s Andy, he’s a little rude sometimes”, Alex explained and Willie laughed at that.

  “Yeah, I noticed.” He turned to the black cat. “Please leave me my fingers, little guy, I need them.”

  When he looked back up at Alex he was watching them with a soft smile on his face.

  “What are the others called?”, he asked, turning back to pet the grey one, still purring on its side on the ground in front of him.

  “The spotty one is Michelle and the grey one is, uh-“, Alex paused, causing Willie to look back up at him, “that’s James the cat.”

  Willie squinted at him in amusement.

  “Why those names?”

  “Please don’t make me say it.”

  Willie just tilted his head a little and Alex sighed.

  “They’re our middle names. Andrew is Luke’s, Michael is Reggie’s and James-“, he sighed again, “is mine.”

  Willie smiled brightly at the new information about Alex and got up, careful not to scare the cats.

  “You didn’t pick them”, he said and it wasn’t a question, he already knew the answer. Alex shook his head.

  “Julie forced them out of us. She wanted to name them after us because we’re so similar.”

  Willie looked down at the grey cat, that has gotten up from the floor and was now tiptoeing around his legs, still purring.

  “Let me see”, he started, kneeling down again, to scratch it behind its ears. “Always seeking physical contact, very soft hair”, his gaze flicked up and met Alex’, “very cute. It fits.”

  Willie watched with a smile as Alex’ cheeks darkened in a blush and he looked down at his hands in his lap.

  “You can’t just say stuff like that”, he said quietly.

  Willie got up again, slowly walking over to the couch.

  “Why not?”

  He was standing in front of him now and leaned forward carefully, settling his hands on Alex’ knees. Alex looked up at him, the red on his cheeks deepening.

  “It makes me blush”, he almost whispered. He unfolded his hands and gently set them on top of Willie’s.

  “That’s the point”, Willie answered, squeezing Alex’ knees and leaning a little further into his space. “It’s cute”, he added.

  Alex hands slid a little further up Willie’s, his fingers slipping past the cuffs of Willie’s sweater, closing around wrists. Willie watched as Alex’ gaze flicked down to his lips, just for a second, before meeting Willie’s again.

  “Can I kiss you?”, Willie whispered and the warmth in his chest bloomed when Alex nodded.

  He closed his eyes and dipped his head a little lower to catch Alex lips with his own. He smiled against them when Alex grip on his wrists tightened. His lips were soft on his, the kiss sweet and gentle and Willie felt like he could get lost in it, if he wasn’t careful. He tilted his head a little, allowing Alex to push closer, his thumb stroking Willie’s forearm.

  They separated and he chased Alex’ lips with his, a quiet laugh escaping Alex and they were still so close that Willie felt it on his face.

  “What?”, Willie asked quietly and smiled. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Alex' were still closed.

  “Nothing”, Alex whispered and leaned his forehead against Willie's. He slowly breathed in through his nose, taking in the warm feeling surrounding them.

  Willie took in a sharp breath and Alex pulled back immediately, his eyes flying open and looking at Willie in concern.

  Willie looked down his legs to see the black cat hanging onto his sock, its tiny claws piercing through it into his skin, and huffed a laugh.

  “Ow”, he said, more out of reflex than as a genuine reaction, because it didn’t hurt bad enough for him to be in actual pain.

  He pulled his hands away from Alex knees, Alex fingers sliding off his wrists and he missed the contact immediately, but plucking the cat from his leg was more important right now. He gently gripped its small body and tried to remove it, but its claws were so caught in his sock, that he had to crouch down to separate them one paw at a time. When he held the kitten in his hand, he raised it in front of his face, shaking his head at it, as if it was a small person.

  “I need my legs too”, he told it and carefully placed it back onto the floor. It didn’t plan to stay there, rushing forward again to climb onto his shoe. He chuckled and picked it up again, standing up with it and putting it down next to its sibling in hope that it got too distracted to jump at him again. It attacked the spotty one instead and the two started to scuffle around the floor.

  Willie turned around to see Alex watching him and smiled, walking over and lowering himself onto the couch next to him. Their shoulders were inches away from each other and Alex bumped their knees together.

  “Hi”, Willie said, only just remembering, that he never greeted him.

  “Hey”, Alex answered and for a minute the two fell into comfortable silence, just being in each other’s presence.

  Willie couldn’t help but think, that this was it, this had to be the moment, and the nervousness started to spread through his body again. His fingers tingled and he started to fiddle with the hem of his black shorts.

  Alex must have noticed, because he gently pulled Willie's hand away from his leg and intertwined their fingers. He squeezed Willie's hand and stroked his knuckles with his thumb.

  Yeah, that was it.

  “Hey Alex”, he said before he could stop himself and Alex' gaze lifted from their hands to Willie's face. They looked eyes for a second before it got too intense for Willie and he had to look down again.

  “What’s up?”, Alex asked and shuffled a little closer.

  “I-“, he started, “I was wondering-“, he broke off again, sighing. “We, uh, we’ve been spending a lot of time together, the past few weeks and, uh-“, he swallowed, “I really like it. This.” He squeezed Alex hand to stress his point. “And now I, uh, I was wondering if”, he had to pause again, gaining confidence for the next words, “if I could call you my boyfriend.” He was almost whispering.

  Alex seemed to have caught the words anyways.

  “Who would you tell?”, he asked quietly, matching Willie's voice. He lifted his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Willie's ear. Willie looked up, daring to hold his gaze.

  “Anyone who asks”, he answered. “Everyone, really”, he added, because that was probably closer to the truth.

  “I would like that”, Alex said, placing his hand on Willie's cheek and stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. Willie leaned into the touch.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.” Alex paused and Willie's eyes flicked over his face for any indication that he was lying. “I think I would like it if you called me your boyfriend”, Alex continued, as if he knew of Willie's worry.

  Willie lowered his eyes to Alex' lips, slightly parted and pulled into a soft smile.

  “Can I-“, he started but he felt Alex lips on his before he could finish his question, pushing into Willie and he pushed back just as eagerly.

  He pulled his hand out of Alex grasp to place it on the back of his head, pulling him closer, while he settled the other on his cheek. This kiss was different than the ones before, less gentle, because they were both starting to grin, but it still sent Willie's heart flying. Alex' hand, that was not still holding his face, slid down to the small of his back. His thumb slipped past Willie's sweater and graced his skin accidentally and Willie gasped at the sudden sensation of Alex cold thumb against his skin, pulling back a little. It didn’t take long for him to start laughing quietly and Alex joined him, removing his hand from underneath the sweater and looping his arm around his waist instead. Willie connected their foreheads, keeping his eyes closed.

  They stayed like that for a moment, but then Alex huffed a small laugh.

  “Can we please pretend, that I am the confident one in this situation?”, he asked, causing Willie to open his eyes and look at him, “because I’m totally freaking out on the inside.”

  A loud laugh burst from Willie and he had to lower his head onto Alex' shoulder to not accidentally spit on him.

  “No, please stop laughing”, Alex tried but Willie couldn’t help himself.

  It took another minute for him to calm down before Alex gently lifted Willie's head with his hand.

  “Please”, he said again, looking at him with soft eyes and Willie smiled.

  “Sorry”, he whispered and kissed him again, just because he could.

  He felt Alex smile against his lips, parting them slightly, to-

  A poofing-sound drove them apart, their hands staying where they are but their heads turning towards the source of the noise.

  Reggie appeared out of air, his back towards them, looking around.

  “Hey Alex, have you seen the cats?”

  Alex didn’t say anything, just kept looking at him.

  Reggie spotted them on his own, because they all stumbled towards him, yelling excitedly.

  “Oh, there they are, hi there!”, he exclaimed happily, crouching down and picking up the spotted one. Then he finally turned towards them. “Oh, hi Willie”, he said, looking down at the cats again, unbothered by the position he found Willie and Alex in.

  Until-

  Reggie’s face snapped back up at them.

  “Willie!” He looked back and forth between the two. “You- and Alex- I interrupted something, didn’t I?”

  “Yes!”, Alex said pointedly, while Willie said “yeah, kind of”, a little softer, and Reggie gasped loudly.

  “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” He jumped up immediately. “Just- please give me a second, I-“, he carefully picked up the cats one by one, before shooting one last look at them. “Sorry!”, he said again and with another poof he was gone as quickly as he came.

  They stared at the spot where Reggie just stood, blinking in confusion.

  Alex groaned loudly, turning his head and pushing it into Willie's shoulder, his hand slipping from his cheek down his chest around his back. Willie laughed but slid his hands off his head and his arms around his shoulders, hugging him close.

  “I am so, so sorry about him”, Alex said, muffled against the fabric of Willie's sweater. Willie chuckled.

  “Don’t apologize.” He pressed a kiss into Alex' hair. “I am more than happy right now”, he whispered and felt Alex squeeze him.

  “Me too.”

  He squeezed him back.

#they're gay your honor #we love them #please netflix renew my comfort show #I need my gays to get the romance they deserve #willex #willie nolastname #willie wilbur williamson #willie jatp #alex mercer #alex jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie and the himbos

[rjhpandapaws]

Something Familiar

Prologue: A Risk Worth Taking

It wasn’t supposed to go like this, there wasn’t supposed to be this much death. They were supposed to rebel, survive, and go back out into the world. More than just three of them were supposed to make it out. Or rather, there had been three of them, but Silas hadn’t seen any sign of his brothers since he had gotten to the forest. He couldn’t risk lingering, he didn’t want to risk being recaptured. He sent a prayer up to whatever deity felt like listening that his brothers would be kept safe, and then changed into a snake. He stuck to the under brush as best he could and looked for a place to take shelter so he could nurse his wounds. He was tentative about calling what they had done a success because of how many of his kind had died. Shape Shifters had been hard to find before this, they were a rare subclass of mage. Then they had been hunted to be sold as familiars which were just as rare and picky about who they bonded with. Then this. Maybe three of them had survived, but Silas wasn’t about to get his hopes up. Silas had no idea what he was going to do next. Ideally he would find a healer and then get himself patched up. He had broken bones that he could still feel even in a form that didn’t have those specific limbs. The biggest issue was that healers cost money and Silas had exactly nothing to his name, Even with the dire condition he was in, there was likely not a healer out there that would treat him for free.

When the white hot pain from changing forms settled into something manageable he started looking for a place to take shelter. He needed a place to lay low and recover. Pick a form and stay in it so he wouldn’t risk breaking anything else. He was at the outer edge of a path so he decided to follow it. All roads lead to something akin to civilization be it a town, a camp, or a house. He didn’t exactly believe anyone would be all that keen on helping him, but he couldn’t afford to be picky at this point. He would honestly just be grateful for a dry place to rest if someone could be bothered to give him that much. There was a house at the end of the path. It was well maintained, and much to his surprise there was no magical barrier around the place. He made it to the door without an issue. There didn’t seem to be anyone inside either when he made his way under the door. There were no magical barriers to be found inside the house either which was interesting to him. This person either wasn’t a magic user or often opened their home to other magic users. He braced himself for the excruciating pain that was going to come with changing back. He didn’t change all the way, just enough to be vaguely human shaped, and settled into the chair at the table. When his vision cleared he looked more around the house. There was a pile of crumpled papers on the table. Silas couldn’t help his curiosity as he looked through them.

They were failed familiar contracts. According to the papers he was a healer and his home served as his clinic. He was glad to see that the world didn’t seem to have changed too much during the years he had been locked away. The paperwork on the table suggested that though he was a particularly good healer, it was more due to his medical knowledge than his magical strength. While he was strong enough to summon a familiar he didn’t usually have enough magic left to bond with one. Perhaps they could make this work, Silas could offer him enough magic to bond with a familiar in exchange for being healed. Maybe he could even exchange housework for a place to stay. Intruding on a mage and his familiar could be considered a violation of an intimate bond, so he likely wouldn’t stick around after the contract was made. He would exchange magic for healing and figure out the rest on his own. He was an alright thief and if all else failed he could always resort to turning tricks. He heard the door creak open and flinched. Silas didn’t have the strength to change forms again without passing out. He let out a quiet sigh and set down the contract he had been reading. He would be noticed in a matter of time, and after that there would be a lot of explaining and bargaining to do. Hopefully this healer was one of the few compassionate ones. Maybe he would be willing to help even though Silas had so little to give in exchange.

It took longer than Silas thought for the cloaked mage to notice him. Then when he finally was aware of Silas’s presence he seemed to be on autopilot, “I’m sorry that you came all this way but the clinic is closed for the next few-” He finally turned to face Silas as he was pulling his hood down. Silas observed that his hair was a mess and he had light blue eyes, they were wide with both worry and shock, “Who are you? More importantly, how did you get into my house?” “You can call me Sixty.” He knew better than to give his actual name, they held power when you were a creature class, “I used the door, in a sense. Might I suggest security runes if your clinic really is closed to the public.” “Why- how did you find this place?” The unknown man continued, “What do you want?” “You’re trying to gain a familiar.” The words made him feel sick, “If you heal me, in a few days I will  have enough strength to lend you magic. You can summon and bond with a familiar and then I will be out of your hair.” “They will leave not all that long after you do.” The mage said quietly, “Familiar’s won’t stay with someone who can’t protect them. Even then I won’t lie on a contract, I refuse to be that kind of keeper.” He sighed quietly though, “I will still help you though. I don’t know what kind of fight you got yourself into, but some of those wounds look pretty serious.”

Silas found himself genuinely surprised. He had been hoping for someone like this, but the odds had been anything but in his favor. That, and this one seemed genuine. He didn’t want to hook a familiar into a false contract. Maybe his luck had finally changed. “Is there a way I could properly thank you?” He paused and faltered, he didn’t know this man’s name, “I’m afraid I don’t know your name.” “Daniel.” He responded, “The biggest thing you can do to help is be still. This is going to hurt.” Daniel came to stand beside him, “I’m going to reset your broken bones today, you are going to stay here and rest a while, then I’ll take a couple days to treat your other wounds. Understand?” “If its too taxing on you to do this in one go, I could lend you some of my magic. We could do this in one go and I’ll be out of your hair come morning.” He offered  and was taken off his guard by Daniel’s responding laugh. It was a bright and joyful thing that really didn’t fit the situation. “Thank you.” Daniel said once he had collected himself, “Sixty wasn’t it? I’m not pacing this out for me. Mending bones is one of the most painful things a healer can do, you’re going to be exhausted after, if not entirely in shock.”

That conversation was the last thing Silas remembered before he woke up in a bed that definitely wasn’t his. He looked around the house to try and get his bearings. He tried to sit up in increments, when he was about halfway to what could be considered a sitting position he let out a pained sound and laid back down. “Finally back with me?” He heard Daniel’s voice come from somewhere near the kitchen, “Because we need to have a chat about a few things.” Silas gave a groan in response. There was still too much pain coursing through his systems for him to form words. Daniel unfortunately had not been exaggerating; having his bones reset was some of the worse pain he had ever gone through. Which was saying a lot, all things considered. “Like what your name actually is, if you know it of course. I refuse to call you by any of the numbers branded into your skin.” Daniel said as he came over with a tray of some of the best food Silas had ever seen, “Then, if you’re comfortable, why you had so many serious injuries both old and new. How it was that a simple bone mending spell would knock you out for almost a week.” Silas flinched and looked away as Daniel continued in a softer tone, “I’m just worried.”

Silas was quiet for a long moment. Daniel set the tray up over his lap and helped him to sit up, but didn’t push for answers. He seemed to know that this was going to take a lot out of him. His stomach had turned from all of the questions so he nursed the tea instead as something to keep him busy. “My name is Silas.” He eventually said. His voice was barely above a whisper and he was half expecting The Professor to come crashing through the door now that he had said it aloud, “I haven’t been called that since before.... everything I suppose.” “Is there something else you would rather be called?” Daniel asked, “I would hate to dig up unpleasant memories while you stay here.” Silas found himself smiling. Daniel was at the very least considerate, if not overly nosey, “Silas is fine. Its just been a while since I’ve heard it is all.” Silas felt the tears start to roll down his cheeks and he wiped them away as they fell, “I suppose it means this is real, that I’m finally safe.” “Okay. That’s enough for now.” Daniel said, and Silas heard him distantly as something that was a painful mix of a sob and a laugh rattled its way out of him. He was feeling an odd mix of relief and guilt. Like he was simultaneously in free fall and chained to the ground. He was alive. He was free; and it had only cost him everything he had ever known. He had no idea what he was going to do now. He had no idea how much the world had changed, or if it had changed at all. Not to mention if there was a place for him in it.

Silas didn’t remember falling asleep, but when he woke up again the house was dark, he was a little less stiff, and he was hungry. He tried sitting up again, it was a little easier this time. He let out a hiss of pain once he was situated. The sound seemed to summon Daniel out of the shadows. “Sorry for putting you under again.” Daniel started, “You broke down into hysterics and nothing else seemed to calm you down.” “Thank you.” Silas said, “Might I make a request though?” “Go for it.” Daniel replied. “Please don’t ever do it again.” Silas said lowly, “The thought of someone else being in charge of my sense of awareness makes me uncomfortable.” “Of course.” Daniel agreed, “Do you mind if I talk to you about something?” “You’re the doctor.” Silas remarked dryly, but Daniel’s expression sobered him up pretty quickly. “There’s a lot more damage to your body than I had originally thought.” Daniel started, “Its going to be at the very least six months until the physical damage is healed enough for me to be comfortable letting you leave.” “If payment is an issue we can make a deal.” Silas scrambled in his desperation, and continued with something he was certain to regret, “We could make a contract. I’m a beast subclass, I can lend you my magic. Just please don’t leave me like this.”

“Silas, breathe,” Daniel coaxed, “I’m not going to kick you out. I said I was going to heal you and I meant it.” Daniel paused, “Its just, you have a lot of mental trauma as well. That’s what worries me. Bones mend, memories don’t.” “That is none of your business.” Silas snapped, he had shifted partially and bared his newly sharpened teeth, “Just fix the physical shit and I’ll do the rest on my own.” Daniel didn’t outright call him a liar, but those blue eyes voiced his doubts well enough, “We’re going to make that contract as well;  but not act on it, I need a way to explain why I have a Shape Shifter in my home.” Daniel looked away from him, “I disagree with it, but the laws are that Shape Shifters must be bound to a higher mage. As soon as you are well I will burn it and you can be on your way.” Silas looked down at his hands. Of course there had been a contingency plan. The Professor was a smart man, even in the event of their escape they would never truly be free. They had the option to be tied down or hunted. There were worse people to be bound to than Daniel he supposed, but he still withered at the thought. He had offered the contract as a desperate last bid for care. It was a risk he hadn’t calculated fully and now he was stuck.

“I’m trusting you with this.” Silas said firmly, “Don’t abuse it.” “Thank you for your trust.” Daniel agreed, “I won’t betray it.” Silas wanted to believe him, but couldn’t shake the feeling that he was making a mistake. Though he supposed he had taken worse risks and had come away alive at the very least. Daniel couldn’t be any worse than what he had already been through. He had only his life left to lose, and he didn’t think it was worth all that much either way.

#Something Familiar #SF AU #daniel60 #dbh daniel #dbh sixty #dbh fic #dbh #fantasy au #tw death #tw branding #tw torture #tw suicidal ideation

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Exile: Five Whole Minutes

Previous: Breaking Branches

Pairing: Timotheé Chalamet x Reader

Genre: Angst, Slice of Life

Rating: PG15

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Timothée’s crossed the line... now what?

Exile Master List

         She left a kiss on his cheek as she ran down the stairs and out to the garage. She knew he’d remember her 10:30 workout, a Saturday staple, but she texted to remind him that today she had brunch with a few friends. She delicately wrote a note, which she set next to a freshly filled glass with water before setting it on the bathroom counter, ibuprofen next to it. She knew he would be dehydrated when he awoke, not only from their intimacy the previous night, but from the copious amounts of alcohol they drank.

         Timothée had begun shipping a few boxes home from vineyards and distilleries that he’d enjoyed while filming, often holes in the wall that had no Yelp review, often small family owned places. He’d send a case to his parents, one to his agent and manager, and one home. She loved that he brought home specialty liquor, particularly because it made their bar a little gauche and allowed her to feign any understanding of the complexities of alcohol. She preferred prosecco, preferably under $15 and easily accessible in her local grocery stores liquor aisle.

        Timothée was a connoisseur, a wannabe sommelier. He had an impeccable palate, which always terrified her when out at restaurants or catching a drink on a Thursday, unsure what to order. She often deferred to him, leaning on his expertise. At first, he thought it was charming, he liked that she wanted him to pick it out. In reality, she was avoiding looking like an idiot in front of a man she liked so much so quickly. Eventually she shared her insecurity, and the next time they were out, he asked if she wanted him to order for her, and since then, he had taught her a lot about alcohol, about making drinks, about which wines paired with what. In her heart, she didn’t care, but she felt more confident every time they went out.

           They loved sharing nights over a new acquisition. But it could also be their downfall. Last night they had tasted three different bottles of vodka, sipping slowly on their drinks while they caught up and made out.

           Timothée had returned on Tuesday from filming. Much like his other projects, he was completely burned out. Yes, set tended to have a lot of downtime, but Timothée was a pro, and he knew that the last two weeks were often the most grueling. Filming all hours, getting shots and different takes and angles on every scene. His body was physically worn down, and his mind had tried to separate himself from the incident two months prior. The minute he got to their house, she was waiting with a scalding bath, the perfect balance of Epsom salts and lavender. She knew him so well and slowly undressed him and herself, languidly moving into their tub. The music was low, the lights were dimmed, and they sat together, skin pruning, reacquainting themselves with the intimacy they had missed.

           She’d made dinner and they ate in comfortable silence. Then, she gave him a melatonin gummy and he passed out at 8PM.

           There was nothing like falling asleep in your own bed, in your own house, with the person you love, after being away for three months. His accommodations abroad were always nice, often over the top for him. He took it upon himself to become friends with the staff, to say hello to every member he saw, and he took his politeness very seriously, particularly in a country where he didn’t speak the language. But his own sheets… waking up to her … his own bathroom with the perfect water pressure … and a closet where his clothes were put away correctly, where laundry was done when he wanted it to be when, where he could cook any time of day. Their house was home, whether it was this estate or the flat in New York.

           He fell asleep quickly and awoke early afternoon to find her gone to work, but his favorite pastries from their local bakery waiting for him. Upon her return she found him doing laundry and making space for his new purchases. He left a surprise for her on the top of the counter in their closet, knowing she’d find it when she came up to change.

           “Babe, what’s this?” She asked, carrying the bag into the laundry room.

           “It’s a gift,” He said, folding the stack of t-shirts.

           “You didn’t have to,”

           “I wanted to,”

           “Tim, this isn’t because you feel-

           “No, it’s because I saw it and I thought you would like it. I like to buy you things while I’m gone,” He said shrugging.

           “I really like it,” She said, holding the bag tight to her chest.

           “I’m glad,” He stopped folding to take her in. She was still in her professional attire, hair pulled back and dangling earrings still in. “You look beautiful.”

           “Thank you, I had an important meeting this afternoon,” She looked up from the bag and caught him staring.

           “That’s a good color on you,” He said, moving towards her to rest his hands on her hips. She’d missed his touch and shivered at the contact.

           “Thank you,” She whispered, eyes darting from his lips to his eyes. He mimicked the movement and leaned in to kiss her. She turned her head. “I need to change.”

           She turned on her heels and walked back to their closet, silently screaming.

           Timothée didn’t protest or pry, he knew why she’d pulled away. Perhaps after dinner they would talk, air things out. She was often hesitant to be intimate when he returned, unsure who he’d been with… the fact that she knew, the fact that she’d spent Friendsgiving at her house and had invited her to movie nights made it worse. Maybe she needed more time.

           Which is how they ended up drunk and having sex in various places in their home all Friday afternoon, evening and night. There was something in the liquor that loosened her up, and something in how he looked and spoke to her that reminded her how much he loves her. It was also because of the alcohol that they had officially ended their open relationship, deciding monogamy was what they both wanted. The incident with Florence had caused them to reevaluate their relationship. Wasn’t that the point of a relationship? To grow and challenge one another, and at the end of the day, make decisions together? It was on that note that they had made love most of Friday, and why he was sleeping until eleven on Saturday.

           Timothée was awoken by his phone ringing and loudly vibrating off the nightstand. Jolted from his dreamless slumber, he quickly reached for it and furrowed his eyebrows at the caller ID.      

“Hello?” He growled softly as he cleared his throat.

           “Hey Timmy, can we meet for coffee? I have something I need to talk to you about,” Florence said.

           “Oh, yeah. Sure. When?”

           “Can you do 30 minutes?”

           “Uh, yeah, yeah, where?”

           “Do you want to just come here?” She asked.

           “Sure, see you in 30 minutes,” He hung up the phone before jumping out of bed. He made the bed quickly, and thankfully tossed back the water and ibuprofen left for him. He scanned the note while he brushed his teeth. He slipped a baseball cap over his curls and slid into his favorite trainers. He hopped into his car, grateful that she was kind enough to put gas in it and drove off.

           It was three hours later when he heard the garage door open. He tried to wipe the snot from his face. He wondered if he washed his face quickly, would it make a difference?

           She came in through the garage, singing. As the door shut behind her, she was stopped by how quiet it was. Their home was never quiet, particularly in LA, where they often played music or podcasts throughout the house. As she paused, she listened, where was he?

           “Tim? Timothée?” She called moving through the kitchen. “Babe, where are you?” It was then that she heard a sniffle from the living room. She turned down the hallway and beelined for the space.

She stopped dead in her tracks as she took in the sight in front of her. His eyes were swollen and puffed. A pile of tissues sat on the coffee table, the box flipped on its side, no tissues left. His hat was long forgotten, the pile of tissues starting to form a dome on top of it. His curls were blown from his hands running through and tugging them. He glances at her through swollen eye lids.

           “Babe what’s wrong?” She asked, rushing to his side. He engulfed her into his arms, tears falling onto the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder.

           “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He sobbed.

           “Tim, what’s going on?” She questioned, still holding him.

           “I’m so sorry,” He cried.

           “Tim, you’re starting to scare me. What’s wrong?”

           “Florence called, she wanted to have coffee,”

           Her mind began racing. She called today, she knew of their arrangement, had she decided she wanted more from Timothée? Had he slept with her, a day after they had decided to be monogamous? Had she called to say she gave him HIV or Chlamydia? Was she dying?

           “Okay, and?” She whispered, bracing for the hit.

           “She’s, she’s pregnant, and it’s mine, and she’s keeping it,” He tried to breathe, to inhale the air she’s exhaling, but she was rigid.

           “What?” She asked. She could feel her entire body going cold, her eyes filling with tears.

           “Florence… She wanted to get coffee and she told me,” He said. He sounded like a teenager who had had sex for the first time and gotten his girlfriend pregnant at Christian Summer Camp. Like his entire life was over, like his future was ruined. His voice was already pleading, though he didn’t know for what.

           “She’s pregnant?” She whispered.

           “Yes,” He said.

           “And it’s?” She asked.

           “Mine.” His voice cracked. “She wanted me to know and said we could talk about how involved I wanted to be. I have to think about it! I, I’m going to be a -

           “Okay,” She said, arms dropping to her sides. Her tone was hollow. “I’m um, congrats. I’m going to ...”

           She stalled, brain trying to work in overdrive to compensate for the sludge it was peddling through. She decided on her next action before running up the stairs. At first, he thought she was slamming the door to tell him to stay away. But then she came down the stairs, large suitcase packed. She didn’t stop to talk. She didn’t stop to listen to him. She didn’t stop to console him or offer him support. She didn’t stop as he called her name, as he followed her to the garage. She didn’t stop as she watched him fall to the floor in the space her car once was. She didn’t stop as she drove away from the house and the life they shared. He didn’t stop calling after her, even after his knees hit the concrete, the snot and tears mixing on his tongue as he tried to will her back.

Next: My Town

#timothee x reader #timothee x you #timothee chalamet #actor #RPF #actor RPF #established relationship #couple #exile #Florence Pugh #Love #dating #heartbreak

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How I imagine Rose Granger-Weasley

She grew up playing in WWW

Ron was a stay-at-home Dad with Rose until Hermione fell pregnant with Hugo, and he took on a role at WWW to help with bills (more on this in an old post)

Rose gets on with both of her parents, but she’s definitely a Daddy’s Girl and Hugo is a big Mummy’s boy

Rose and Hugo fall out sometimes like all siblings do, but she’s very protective of him for the most part

She is a very stereotypical big sister and she definitely inherited her mother’s knack for bossiness, ordering Hugo about whenever they played games

But she made the most fun games and Hugo didn’t mind letting her take charge because she was the best at imagining

Of all her cousins, she’s closest with Albus. Maybe because they were the closest in age, they would often get sat together at family events and they became very close, but really she was close with all her cousins

When she’s at Hogwarts, she hangs around mostly with Albus and Scorpius, but (since they’re in a different house) she doesn’t see them all the time. That’s okay with her, though, because she likes to have time to herself, reading and painting

Like Ron says, she takes after her mother

She’s definitely a bright witch so no one’s real surprised initially when the Sorting hat places her in Ravenclaw

“Hermione Granger’s daughter, you know? Just like her mother, I’m sure”

But classes start and her teachers are surprised by her behaviour. They expected her to be just like Hermione, but her behaviour is much more like Ron

In class, she’s often told off for daydreaming and letters were definitely sent home fairly often informing Ron and Hermione that she wasn’t paying attention in class

Instead, more often than not, she would sketch instead of take notes. She was a good little artist

In her first class with McGonagall, she drew a picture of her animagus form in her witch’s hat, and it was confiscated

Sometimes she would enchant the pictures to move, but other times she would prefer to keep them still and admire the world she created trapped in a single moment

When end of year exams came, her teachers were pleasantly shocked she had passed most of her subjects with mostly ‘Exceeds Expectations,’ a couple ‘Acceptables’ and even one ‘Outstanding’ in astronomy after a year of late homework and not paying attention

Around third year, she started feeling more anxious about her academic performance. Her whole life, she was being compared to her mother and now that Hermione was the Minister, the pressure was worse than ever

She felt as though people met her, daughter of Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, and Ron Weasley, also one of the bravest fighters during the war, and they expected something… better

It was an impossible life to live up to

She tried to do better, push herself to get those top marks in subjects. She really tried her hardest in class, asking questions and taking notes, and she stayed up late into the night to get more studying done

Rose stopped drawing, stopped painting, stopped everything that made her happy, including seeing her friends and cousins. There was no time anymore

James was the one who finally wrote to her parents, but apparently he hadn’t been the only one who had noticed

Rose was asked to stay behind after transfiguration with McGonagall. Minnie poured them some tea and offered Rose a biscuit, which she took quite happily

“I’ve noticed a change in your behaviour, Ms Granger-Weasley,” she said. “Apparently I’m not the only one. Professor Longbottom has conveyed similar changes in herbology. It’s almost as if your mother is back in my class.”

Rose smiled, tired from lack of sleep, but pleased. “Thank you!”

“I also noticed a few other differences,” she continued. “For example, I have seen you falling asleep in the Great Hall during meal times, and it’s been a long time since you’ve shown me one of your wonderful pictures.”

“Well, Professor, I’ve been trying a lot harder in all my classes,” Rose said. “There’s time for silly hobbies after I’ve completed my education. I need to be focused like my mum was.”

And then McGonagall went on to tell Rose the importance of not overexerting oneself and the toll it can take on your mental health

“I imagine that it’s not always easy being the child of two famous parents, especially when they achieved so much at a young age, but… you are your own person. Not your mother or father and nor would they want you to be. You are Rose Minerva Granger-Weasley, and you have your own wonderful destiny.”

Rose was stunned. As she left, McGonagall added, “For the record, I have never considered your art a silly hobby,” and Rose noticed her slip something into her desk drawer. The same picture she had confiscated from her two years ago

She really listened to her that day. She was not Hermione or Ron. She was a little bit of both and then some. She was Rose and she had her own path to take

That night, she used a paintbrush for the first time in months and felt herself again

Something occurred to her. She wasn’t the only one who loved art. If they teach it in muggle schools, why could they not have art classes in Hogwarts?

That said, why stop there? What about things like music?

A few days later, she went to see McGonagall again, this time with five pages filled with signatures

“These are the students who think we should have an arts and music programme at Hogwarts. There are so many empty classrooms and the school definitely has the funding.”

McGonagall smiled proudly. “This is quite something you’ve put together, I’ll propose it to the board.”

It took some time, but eventually the board had to agree because so many students were demanding it

Obviously, Hermione and Ron were so proud

Fifth year starts and Rose joins the quidditch team, chaser like her Aunt Ginny

Around this time, she becomes friends with a fourth-year muggleborn witch also new on the team, Darlene

She realises (or, more accurately, let’s herself realise) that she’s got feelings for Darlene

She tries to ignore it, but one day, Darlene kisses her and she can’t ignore it anymore

Over Christmas break, she comes out to her family, and holds her breath

But, of course, they’re all so supportive

Ron is especially eager to meet her new girlfriend, insisting she stay with them for a week over the summer

When Albus and Scorpius come out a year later, she’s the only one who’s shocked

She’s seen them together more than anyone, but somehow was the only one who missed it entirely

Like her Uncle Harry, she can be totally oblivious

(Except this time, even he knew)

When Rose left school, she became an artist… but decided she wanted to explore her Muggle heritage

She stayed with her maternal grandparents for a while, and then started to sell her paintings in muggle art galleries

After Darlene finished Hogwarts, they got a small place together, and saved for several years until they could afford…

Their own café on Diagon Alley. Darlene loved to bake and her cakes quickly became famous, and Rose’s artwork (now painted with magic again) we’re selling more than ever, and other artists were showcasing their work there now, too

They lived above the café in a small flat

It wasn’t until they were in their late 30s that they decided to get married, and it was a small, intimate wedding

(Yes, Ron cried his eyes out)

They never had kids, neither of them wanted to be mothers and were quite happy just being aunties

But they did have a cat. Her name was Minnie

#rose granger weasley #hermione granger #ron weasley #headcanon #Darlene #wlw #my version of…

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Show Me How You Like It

Kinktober Day 12 ~ kink: pegging

pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, smut

word count: 3,850

a/n: this is for @lady-bakuhoe .... oh god, i did so much research for this because ive never tried pegging, but idk....might need to convince someone oneday. also, new season?????? im literally shaking because the first episode was so pure,,,,,but this season,,,,,ohmy

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“Do you want to try it?”

Being married was something you thought of as unimaginable. Marriage and you didn’t ever seem to go hand in hand. Not that you didn’t want to get married at some point in your life. You never expected anyone to want you for the rest of your life.

You met Kirishima Eijirou in middle school. As you were best friends with Ashido Mina. You often noticed the shy dark-haired boy always watching on your friend group. You remember going to the U.A. entrance exam and sitting between Mina and Kirishima. The written exam you listened to Mina curse under her breath, and Kirishima shakes as he filled out his sheet.

You remember looking at the field he was then placed in for the practical exam. Sighing when you saw the three of you were then scattered everywhere. You had wished him luck! His cheeks turning pink as he stammered back good luck as you and Mina took off to get dressed. You didn’t know much about him besides that he was shy and very sweet, but you hoped he did well! The next month, the three of you called to the principal's office. You were absolutely astonished to see that Kirishima had gotten in as well! The three of you would be going on to U.A. together!

After ending middle school, you didn’t see him again until orientation. Except, he was different. A good different. His hair stylized, large spikes, and bright red. It was attention-grabbing, demanding even, but his face was still as sweet as ever. Kind and loving.

The first year flew by. Near-death experiences with him formed a bond with him that you never knew would manifest. The three of you--Mina, Kirishima, and you--were close. Buddies, but sometimes, if you were being honest, your eyes would stay on him for a bit too long.

Your heart hammered when he went out for his internship, scared he’d come back scared. Your eyes locking on his flexing muscles, and Mina’s sharp laughter pulling you back to reality. The way he was reckless and shield the class from attacks. Because he was a shield, and he could take it. The way he would catch you in his arms. Those black sleeves were so soft, making you squeak as you were now distracted from your own battle. His toothy grin sucking you in as he made a cute comment about getting there on time. His warm large hands on your body as he placed you down, encouraging you to finish the villain.

There was the night you found yourself knocking on his door. Tears brimming your eyes because you needed to be in someone's arms and Mina was asleep. He took you in without you even asking. Taking you to his bed as he wrapped you in his blanket. His voice apologizing about the state of his room. Apologizing because his blanket wasn’t that soft, and you deserved a softer one. He seemed to panic around his room, setting up a kettle for tea, all while you stared at his blushing face. His cheeks bright enough to match his hair as you stood up from the bed and wrap your arms around him. Your words are weak as you ask him to hold you because that was all you needed. You fell asleep in his arms, your head on his chest as he smiled at you. Lips pressing to your forehead.

It wasn’t until your second year did you do something about your feelings. Your eyes on Kirishima as he was joking around with Kaminari over Bakugou’s fuming head. You felt yourself walking over, no plan in mind. The girls staring at you as you went, muffled screams because they could tell what was coming.

You didn’t ask, only grabbing Kirishima’s wrist and pulling him so that he could look at you. His face went from grinning, to shock, to a blush erupting to cover his entire face as he realized it was you. His hand slamming against the back of his neck as he apologized for something. Not that it was actually needed. His lips were so pretty, and you were sick of him not being yours. Your hands fisted into the shirt of his collar and brought his lips to yours. Your first kiss with Kirishima a slamming force. You clenched your eyes as your lips pressed against his, and you felt him stiffen against you.

His quirk going off and you pull away, lips stinging because of his mishap.

The screams of the girls were loud, Kaminari’s seemed louder, and Bakugou was laughing loudly. Kirishima returns to normal his face turning redder than his hair as he apologizes. Kirishima admits he likes you so much, and you caught him completely off guard.

So with a breathy laugh, you pull him in close once again and seal your lips over his.

The kiss makes you dizzy as he holds you tightly. His finger gripping your waist as if you would crumble between his fingers.

So the two of you began dating. Four years of a very serious and committed relationship had your heart soaring. The two of you were each other first’s for many things. There was never heartbreak between the two of you. Fights were always avoided, the two of you always talking before things escalated. So it was no surprise on the night before your fifth anniversary, the two of you home in your sweats, did he propose.

You cried, screaming at him for proposing when you looked like this. Kirishima cried as he stayed on his knee, a sparkling ring in his fingers.

“That’s not an answer,” Kirishima says, as you cover your face. Sobs refusing to stop as you shake your head overwhelmed. “A-Are you not ready?”

“EI!” You bawl as you stumble to your feet, and throw yourself into his strong arms. “YOU’RE SO DUMB! Yes, I’ll marry you! Every day for the rest of my life if I could!”

The two of you spent the rest of that night in each other's arms. Tears intermingling on your cheeks as you expressed your love for one another.

Your wedding was unimaginable, intimate, and wondrous.

So here the two of you were. Six months into marriage on your day off he asked to try something new. Your guy’s sex life definitely was not vanilla. Both of you sported your favorite kinks and positions, and you incorporated them into bed. Today he asked something that you never thought you’d hear. So without judging you uttered those words.

“I’d like to try pegging, one day. I just--I don’t know--I feel like I need to try it out!” Kirishima says, scratching his cheek as you laugh.

“Well, I think we should definitely try it out! I hear it’ll be super enjoyable for you.” You agree as you stand up. “Do you want to order it online or go to a sex shop?”

Kirishima sighs as you take a seat on his lap, and his hands rest on your hips. It’s muscle memory at this point as you kiss his cheek. “If the store is open, let’s go?”

“It’s only three in the afternoon, Ei. It’s open.” You laugh as you kiss his flaming cheeks. Kirishima sighs as he stands up from the chair, his arms wrapping around your legs as he carries you.

“No need to be mean!” He pouts, and you laugh as you pepper kisses against his lips as he walks towards your home’s entrance. “I just hope we don’t run into fans again…”

“Hey!” You laugh as he slips on your shoes all while holding you still. “It’s their damn fault for thinking we don’t have kinky sex… or sex at all.”

“You didn’t let me smash for a whole year.” Kirishima laughs as he shifts you in his arms so that he’s holding you piggyback style. You laugh as he puts on his own shoes. Your limbs tightening around his body for support as he’s leaning down.

“It’s because you kept telling me to smash, and the first time it happened you pulled out Super Smash Bros.”

“You’re telling me you denied me for a whole year because of that?!”

“EIJIROU, YOU LITERALLY MADE ME PANIC SO HARD! The girls and I went out to buy me lingerie and everything!!”

“You’re telling me this now? Sorry, y/n, sounds fake.” Kirishima laughs as he stands up, and begins your journey out.

Eventually, you slide off his back, and he takes your hand into his own. The two of you talking as you walk down the streets of your city as you enter the sex shop. You went were you remembered where the strap on dildos and harnesses were. Kirishima, however, seems frozen as you pick out a sturdy harness. It was black and rather daunting as you handed it to Kirishima.

“You get to pick the dildo.” You say, looking at the collection they had.

“T...This is a lot more than what I was expecting.” Kirishima gulps as his hands rake through his flat hair. “Is there a one size fits all?”

You snort at you shake your head, “No, baby. Just like there are no two dicks alike, you have to choose. We can always start with the thinnest one?”

“Yeah. That sounds right.”

You grab a thinner dildo and choose the bright red one. “For my Red Daddy Riot?” You ask, a burst of bubbling laughter in your throat as Kirishima tosses his head back.

“That was one time!”

“It still happened, and you liked it!”

The two of you laughed together as you bought the two things. Even taking pictures with the person at the register because he was in love with you two. Besides that, the two of you left back home.

Steps quick to try it out. Breathing picking up as you reached the house.

Kirishima’s lips were over yours as soon as the front door closed behind him. His strong arm keeping you on his hips as his other one held the black bag.

“Wow, you’re impatient.” You moan against his lips, as you kick your shoes off.

“It’s the nerves.” Kirishima sighs as he walks towards the bedroom, your lips gliding against his.

Your fingers tug at his hair without care, his heavy pants making you grin. You knew his body as well as you knew his own, and hair-pulling always lit a fire under him. Your back pressed into the mattress, and your breathing increases as he shifts. His shirt pulling off his head. You pull away and watch as his scarred chest heaves.

You sit up, your lips pressing light kisses against every scar. Every bruise. Every impurity. Your lips were hot against his skin, and Kirishima’s wordless praises stirred you on. Your hands grabbed his shorts. Without him even realizing it, you’ve removed his shorts, and have him on the bed in two-fluid movements.

“Is the lube, fuck, is the lube in the box?” Kirishima asks as your lips suck the crook of his neck.

You nod your head as you remove your own shirt, and his hands squeeze your breasts. You hiss at the sensation, your hips involuntarily moving as well. Kirishima’s gasping breathes stir you on as you feel his arousal pressing into your ass. “Are you ready?” You ask, your nails running up and down his abs. You know he likes the teasing of the sensation, and he nods his head as you pull away.

Kirishima watches you from the bed as you strip off your shorts. You’re wearing a nice set already, a deep maroon bra and matching thong piece. It wasn’t lingerie. But the color of red against your skin made Kirishima moan as you pull out the lube from your box of other goods. His heart feels like it’s hammering in his throat as you open the harness.

Your eyes locked on his own, a smile on your face as you slip your legs through the ties. Fastening them all tight around your thighs as you spin around for Kirishima when it’s done. It’s tight enough that you feel comfortable, but not loose enough for it to fall off ever. Kirishima groans, his body falling onto the bed as you place the dildo into the harness. Why did you look ravishing like that?

Kirishima feels you climbing onto the bed, your hair tickling his cheeks as you lean down. “On your knees, Red Daddy Riot.” You whisper into his ear, your teeth nibbling his earlobe.

“You’re the worst.” Kirishima groans as he does as commanded, slipping his underwear off. Your teeth bite your lower lip as you stare at his ass. This was a new angle, and it was one you very much enjoyed. Hell, if you looked this hot, it was no wonder why Kirishima loved doggy style. You could see the sharp lines of his body, the muscles rippling in his nervousness. His ass looking firm and delicious as you shuffle closer. A sigh leaving your lips as you rejoice in him being the perfect height for you to peg him.

“I’m going to start with my fingers first.” You inform Kirishima who nods his head.

“Be gentle at first?”

“Like a flower.” You promise as you grab the lube, rubbing a very healthy amount on your index finger and middle finger. “Ready?”

His nod is weak but sure of his request.

So with as much precaution as you can, your index finger slides past his tight hole. You ease it in as Kirishima lets out a string of curses, his body trembling as he almost falls onto his forearms. Your tongue pokes out, unsure if it was okay to savor the way he was feeling or to be actually concerned.

“Does this feel good, baby?” You ask as your finger curls.

“Y-Yes, oh my god, princess…” Kirishima pants as he thrusts his hips out towards you.

Your finger makes it all the way in, and Kirishima cries out your name as you begin to move it back out. Your finger now slowly beginning to thrust into him. Your hips shifting in the excitement in the way he shakes. His chest falling to the mattress as you continue thrusting into him. Kirishima’s moans stirring you on as you add another finger.

H makes audible gawking noise. You chuckle as your free hands trail up and down his muscular thigh. Your hand moves up his inner thigh and then grasps his hard cock. Kirishima’s pleasure and pained moans filling the room as you stroke his length. “You’re taking my fingers so good, baby.” You groan against his rippling back muscles. “I hope this feels as good as you look.”

Kirishima spasms as your nails gently tease the walls of his hole. His nearly shrieking gasps turn you on further. Your hand that is moving down his length his fisting him as you go. A sadistic smile on your face as his cries continue. His body trembling. Your fingers moving in a wave-like function as he gasps prettily.

Your cunt is now throbbing at the sight of your husband like this. The dom in you bleeding out as you remove your fingers from his hole. Your other hand releases his twitching cock as you pull back. Kirishima’s pleading gasps making you laugh as you slap his ass.

“Don’t worry,” You say grabbing the lube and placing a large amount onto the dildo. “I’m not done with you quite yet.”

Kirishima whimpers softly, the noise music to your ears as your lips press against his ass.

“You’re doing so well.” You whisper as you press the head of the red dildo onto his hole, not yet inserting it. Your grin widening as Kirishima rocks his hips, wanting you to thrust in already. “I’m going to put it in now, and I don’t want to hear a single moan, groan, cry, or word.” You warn.

Kirishima’s husky voice lets out a whine, and you shiver at the feeling as you move your hips forward. The head of the dildo sinking into his awaiting hole.

“You didn’t make a sound, I’m impressed. Are you okay, my love?” One of your hands moving up to rub soothing circles on his back as you pressed deeper inside him. Kirishima replied with a weak head nod. Rutting his hips back into you as you entered completely inside him. You wait a moment as his heavy pants let you know he’s still adjusting. Your thighs twitch with your anticipation, and you want nothing more than to thrust into him. The pool of heat within you intensifies as Kirishima drops to his chest.

“I-I’m ready.” He asserts, and you smirk, your hand coming down heavily onto his ass.

“Are you ready to feel how good I am with my cock?” You tease, and Kirishima laughs, his head nodding.

“Show me how you like it.” Kirishima staggers as your hips roll into his ass.

A shriek of pleasure leaves his lips as you begin pushing your hips against his ass. Your pace a lot faster than it probably should have been. You began to buck your hips against him, admiring in the way Kirishima moans loudly. His hips moving to meet yours. You grinned as you landed another hard smack on his ass, expecting a raw noise in response. Your face lits up when your husband sinfully moans at the action, his jaw-dropping as he pants. Your fingers continue running across his soft skin as you watched it redden under your touch. Your handprint was evident in its shape.

“Please, baby, more!” Kirishima gasps as you shift your hips slightly. His back arching as he clutches the fabric between his fingers. You laugh, your head leaning to press a kiss against his spine.

“Kami, you look so damn pretty when you’re crying for me.” You moan, uncaring about your sloppy thrusts for the moment. The way Kirishima is so responsive to your actions is stirring you on. You’re positive that you’ll be coming as soon as he touches you later. You grip his hips, angling your body so that you’re thrusting into him at a better angle. Trying to desperately find that angle that will make his eyes roll to the back of his head. To find the angle that will make him scream and drool. The loud and raw ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips, lets you know you found his prostate. You continue in at that angle, the same power and depth as the rawness of his voice send chills down your spine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire as you feel so much power. Your husband’s continuous whimpering stirring you on. Your right-hand leaves his waist, moving to grasp his still rock hard cock in your grasp. “Oh, poor baby,” You coo. “Does your cock need to come?” You pant, the action of your thrusting hips making you sweat.

“Yes, fuck, baby yes!” Kirishima shouts, his face burying into the mattress as you massage his length up and down. Your hips are relentless against his ass as you continue fucking him. Your laughs nearly inaudible at the sight of him still fucking himself against you.

“What if I don’t want you to come yet.” You pout, your fingers leaving his length, your hips stilling.

“Please let me come, baby, please!” Kirishima pants his hips unapologetic as he continues pushing against the strap-on. You giggle, taking his cock back in your hand. Your arousal slicking against your thighs as you continue.

You’re intent on getting him to come within seconds, and it shows. Your hips are thrusting harder and faster than you’ve gone yet. Your hand fisting along his length, his leaking precum covering your hand. Kirishima’s spluttering shouts fueling your inner lust. His body convulses under your manipulation.

Sinfully loud mewls and moans leave his lips, and you feel his cock spasm. Your hips finding it difficult to go as fast as you had been going as his hole tightens around the dildo.

“Y/N, FUCK!”

Your hand covered instantly in his hot sticky seed. Your lips in a wide grin as your hand continues stroking his length. His fluids continuing to come out in his heavy load. Your thrusting stops, and with a sigh, you pull away. Falling down on your ass as Kirishima collapses. His eyes locked on you as you lick his come off your hands.

“You’re super hot like that.” You inform Kirishima as you shift towards his heaving body to press a kiss to his lips. “I didn’t think you would be so into it.”

You slide off the bed, taking off the harness and letting it fall to the ground as you groan. You remove your panties and show Kirishima just how fucking wet they were. “Just in case you weren’t sure how turned on I was.”

You take off your bra as you crawl back onto the bed, Kirishima turning onto his back as you straddle his torso.

“You still need to come, huh?” Kirishima states. A low hiss escaping his mouth at feeling your throbbing wet cunt against his hips.

“Yeah, I do.” You sigh your fingers teasing your breasts as your husband leans up. His lips pressing against the underside of your breasts. Your head drops back as you feel content. “Are you gonna help me out, or am I going to be forced to fuck you by myself?”

You shriek as you’re on your back, looking up at Kirishima who is trailing his heavy and hot hands down your figure. You moan at the feeling of his teeth biting against your neck. His sharp teeth sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll know how I felt that entire time,” Kirishima promises, his finger entering your aching core.

“Give it to me, Red Daddy Riot.”

“...I’ll leave.”

“No! You know that I’m only tea--OHMYGOD!”

Kirishima has his once again hard cock slamming into your throbbing pussy. His voice snarling at the sensation as his hands bring your legs over his shoulders. “Now shut up, and let daddy show you how to fuck properly.”

You can’t even tease him as he begins jackhammering into you. Your head slamming into the mattress as a shriek rips through your throat.

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The MLQC Boys and Sleeping/Bedtime Habits (nsfw-ish)

more ‘quick thoughts’ lmao...I can go on and on when it comes to these men. Literally had to step away from the keyboard.

Rating: Mature

Tags/Warnings: mentions of/implies sexy times but nothing too explicit, this wasn’t meant to be so long wtf, unedited atm

song of the moment: little things by one direction 

Kiro: 

Most open to being the little spoon! Although he likes curling around you, likes to feel like he can protect you from anything, he also enjoys feeling your arms curled around him. You’re the treasure, and he’s the dragon guarding his hoard. Under his bright exterior is a fierce love, resolute and undying, which most people will never get to see.

This is something he’s told you before, and he hopes he’s done a good job conveying it—to him, you’re home. Climbing into bed with you after a long day is the only good way to end that day. He loves singing to you, whether it’s a soft ballad or a completely made up silly song. You can’t count on hand the number of times you’ve giggled over the songs you two have created, silly whispers in the dark, fingers stroking warm skin. Some nights are quiet, with your bodies doing the talking, pressing your love into each other’s skin, smiling into soft kisses. It’s like basking in your own personal sunshine, the warmth seeping into your very bones, leaving you with only hope and the belief that everything will be okay.

He’s your partner in crime. Midnight snacking, gaming and dance parties until you collapse. 

Nights spent away from you are spent video calling you, singing to you onscreen, showing you any new foods he’s tried. He tries to keep days away from you at a minimum, and though he tries really hard to control that feeling of sullenness and unease when he’s not with you, the fact of the matter is that his day is just incomplete if he doesn’t get to talk to you or see your face. 

It’s not surprising to wake up with his face buried in your stomach, or with his leg curled over you. Kiro truly treats you like his own beloved stuffed toy, and you can’t help but melt in his warm embrace as you both watch a movie. Neither of you is very good with horror movies, but watching them together as you cuddle in fear is better. You’re always stronger together, after all. Both of you have a hard time going to sleep after, choosing to play games to distract yourselves. 

However, if you do happen to be good with horror, prepare yourself for an armful of Kiro, and to be the big spoon that night. 

Lucien: 

He doesn’t glue himself to you. Sometimes, he’s content to face you and watch you drift into sleep, or run his fingers through your hair until you sleepily cuddle closer to him. You grow bolder with your requests for him to read to you, his voice always soothing your stressed-out mind; nothing delights him more than seeing you inch closer to him even in your sleep, although he’s aware that it’s probably just due to his body heat. 

He’s a movie buff, and you love listening to his interpretations of the plots, and the dialogue. He’s not a snob about his choices, he’ll watch anything. He does enjoy watching the LOTR movies, which never fail to–eventually–put you to sleep no matter how big a fan you are. 

If he does fall asleep next to you, you might wake up with his hand still tangled in your hair, or laced with yours. Just a little contact with you feels grounding to him. It’s enough to calm the raging waters beneath his skin, to fill him with contentment. You love waking him up with butterfly kisses, because you know what he’ll do, and you pretend to be surprised every single time–when his lips curl up a little before his eyes have even opened, and sneaky fingers wrap around your waist so he can give you a proper good morning kiss. 

You’ve been embarrassed about him watching you sleep quite often, but he doesn’t know how to explain it to you–how human it makes him feel. When it’s just you two in bed, he’s just a man in bed with the love of his life. He doesn’t remember ever having someone let their guard down around him so fully, and sleep without a care in the world. Every incoherent word you mumble, every little twitch, it’s seared into his memory. It actually makes him want to try harder and actually sleep, to join you in that other mystical world. 

For the longest time, he looked forward to waking up next to you, just to see what he’ll wake up to. Will you be hanging off the edge of the bed? Will your face be burrowed into his armpit? It’s all very exciting for him, even if it makes little sense. For someone who’s delved into things most people can’t possibly comprehend, these are such tiny things. But they mean the world to him, and he could spend the rest of his life noting them down in his head. 

Lucien craves intimacy, so badly that he has to rein it in, lest he scares you away. Especially when you both give into your desires and he loses himself in your skin–it shows in his eyes. You’re rendered speechless when you lock eyes with him, feeling so completely exposed as if he’s peering into your very soul. And he feels the same, because his eyes are where his emotions exhibit themselves, but only to you. It’s like looking into an unexplored yet inviting abyss, terrifying yet exhilarating, with promises of discovering things about yourself you couldn’t have even imagined. 

Initially, it’s always Lucien who’s pulling you into his arms, taking over, sheltering you. When you finally convince him to place his head on your lap, carding your fingers through his hair, it’s as if he’s discovered something new. He enjoys pressing his face into your stomach during afternoon naps, shedding his armour and weapons for a brief respite. He feels like he could shatter into a million little pieces when you trace his features with curious fingertips until you’ve had your fill, which is never. He doesn’t quite know how to cope with the fact that you’re just as crazy about him as he is about you. On the surface, he’s thrilled. But with Lucien, you need to look deeper, and you’ll see the disbelief, the terror, the possessiveness, the vulnerability that comes with loving someone so deeply.

Once he’s had a taste, Lucien will do everything in his power to spend every night with you. He loathes sleeping alone, in a cold bed, and only feels better when he receives a selfie of you wrapped up in his shirt. If you just happen to give him a glimpse of bare skin, revealing the lack of clothing underneath, he’s calling you right away. He loves instructing you over the phone and receiving your own breathless demands. He loves hearing your breath even out as you fall asleep after, finally settling his heart down. 

Gavin:

The first time you fell asleep next to Gavin, he couldn’t fall asleep the entire night. His nerves were on fire, and he was so afraid of making the slightest of movements and waking you up. It took a while for him to lift his eyes to your face. He felt a little guilty about it, but he couldn’t look away. You looked so beautiful even in your sleep, and it robbed him of all tiredness. He isn’t used to sleeping next to someone. This isn’t about taking charge and looking out for you. This is about relaxing. 

He jolts if you mumble anything in your sleep, straining his ears to catch the words. Gavin takes time to really get used to you sleeping in his bed. The girl of his dreams (teenage and adult) tossing an arm over him, nuzzling his chest. The first few times, it’s a shame you’re not awake to witness the way he smiles. An arm thrown over his face to hide his burning cheeks, but it doesn’t help with the happiness swelling in his heart. He feels incredibly full with it. 

Despite his shy smiles, romance comes to him rather easily. He doesn’t even realise it but he makes you feel so loved with just a few simple actions, you only wish he could accept the same from you. You have to bulldoze past his protests that ‘he’s fine’, massaging his sore feet or back–you get your reward in his snores, in his relaxed limbs, in the automatic way he pulls you into him when you settle next to him. 

He loves hearing about your day. You can go on and on, thinking he’s probably tuned out, but he’s paying attention to every word that comes out of your mouth. Slowly, he starts sharing what he can of his days too. At first, he tries to hide the dangerous things, but when you insist on it, he shares–with as little detail as possible. It’s an important step for him, learning to share his troubles, his needs, his desires. He’s never been one for naps, but can’t help it when you curl into him. You feel so incredibly loved, nearly worshipped, and you’re warm with it. What you have to do is show him how important he is. Hold him close, tell him as many times as it takes (even if it’s forever) that he is loved, that he’s in your heart. Be there for him as he heals, as he comes to accept his own value. All he needs is for you to love him.

He doesn’t know how to ask for sex, afraid of pushing your boundaries or pressuring you. The day he slips a hand below your shirt, stroking soft skin, you nearly derail the attempt by beaming at him in absolute joy. It’s fixed by curling your leg over his hip and your slipping fingers into his hair, showing him how much you like it. 

He doesn’t watch TV. But watching something with you, watching you react to whatever’s going on is amusing. To your delight, he does end up liking Brooklyn Nine-Nine quite a bit. It’s fascinating to watch him laugh softly, amber eyes shining with mirth–until he notices you staring and blushes. Tell him how cute he looks when he’s embarrassed and he might stop breathing. 

Victor: 

It might take you both a while to really settle into this intimate space. Victor is such a private man, and his bed is the deepest part of his fortress–he has his own sleeping habits, and you’re not sure if you should press. You’re not sure if he likes his space in bed. At the time same, Victor is agonising over whether or not it’s okay to just pull you close and bury his head in your fair. He does eventually notice you inching closer, waiting for him to react, until there’s barely a few inches between you. A whisper from you about the cold will have him suppressing a smile as he winds an arm around you. 

It doesn’t matter if the temperature in the room is actually perfect–he keeps you close. When he wakes up in the morning to find himself curled around you, his front to your back, he decides that from now on, this is how it’s going to be. He loves spooning you but will never admit it, always feigning ignorance when you wake up with a snuggly Victor, even though you had gone to sleep in completely different positions. 

He’s a man of action, of never wasting time, but Victor can actually spend the entire day in bed with you, doing absolutely nothing. It’s so cosy he has a hard time leaving the little nest. You’ve spent countless Sundays wrapped in blankets, blowing on hot cocoa, watching the cheesiest rom coms you can find. Victor likes movies with intelligent plots, but what made you fall a little harder for him was discovering all the rom coms suggested for him. He refused to comment on it, scoffed when you said you wanted to watch something romantic but you will never forget the sight of a misty-eyed Victor refusing to look at you after an emotional scene. 

His expression when you said you wanted to watch The Time Traveller’s Wife had been priceless. 

He has a strict diet and routine, but with your corrupting and persuasive ways, you do manage to talk him into midnight snacking–occasionally. He loves arguing with you over characters’ actions and thought processes, always interested in knowing what you would do in their place. He thinks you look cute when you’re riled up, but isn’t as prepared for the high of emotions that usually ends with his leg slipping between your thighs as your tongue slips into his mouth. 

He teases you about snoring, smirking wickedly when you turn flush and flail. What you will never know is how softly he smiles when he hears you snore, amused more than anything as he tugs you closer and you press your face into his neck. Sometimes, you mumble things about food. Even though you won’t remember it, he cooks it for you the next day. It’s his own little way of fulfilling wishes you’re not even aware of. 

Please cuddle with him. He doesn’t know how to initiate it other than just taking you into his arms. Hold him close, kiss his hair, tease him. Climb onto his lap or pull him onto yours. Learn to read his face and body, because there’s so much he doesn’t know how to say. 

He’s always believed naps are a waste of time but it’s also never stopped him from indulging. With you, he’ll still complain–even as he loosens his tie and plops down, looking up at you expectantly, and holds on tighter when it’s time to get up. Falling asleep with Victor feels like stepping into the ice fortress, only to find unbelievable warmth and safety inside. You never want to leave.

He feels a little pathetic when he’s away from you, feeling dejected and cold in his silent hotel room. Thoughts he’ll never voice out loud spring up, dramatic in their very nature. It’s awful, he thinks, being on his own. Are you thinking about him? Is it too early for a bedtime call? Is he being too needy? He’s not very good at sending pictures or video calling, and he resorts to excuses when he calls even though he just wanted to hear your voice. If you tell him you miss him, he’ll melt instantly. Keep talking, even if he’s not listening to every word, the sound of your voice is enough to bring him warmth. You can hear his sleepy responses to your words, but you know there’s no point in asking if he wants to go sleep–he won’t want to hang up until you’re both asleep. 

#mlqc #mlqc headcanons #mlqc victor #mlqc lucien #mlqc gavin #mlqc kiro #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fanfic #mr love: queen's choice

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My Big Humiliating Torchwood Confession - Part 1 :P

Warning: this will be a LONG post, and i’m sorry about that! 

Lucy is sat opposite me asking me repeatedly if I’ve started typing yet because she knows how desperately i’m putting off making this post!!1

This is awful, this is.... probably the most embarrassingly intimate confession i’ll have made since the day I opened up about my fetish way back at the start of 2013. And on the surface of it it probably doesn’t seem like that big of a deal but IT IS TO ME! And a big chunk of the trauma i’m about to express is tongue in cheek but it’s genuinely been - and continues to be - a huge bundle of DISTRESS AND HUMILIATION AND UTTER RESENTMENT!!! Because this year has been.... one hell of a personal journey and i don’t even mean anything to do with the pandemic.

It all started on New Year’s Day. I was feeling horrendously ill; the miraculous medication that had started to give me my life back had run out and thanks to the festive postal delays my new lot hadn’t arrived yet. I was in agony, I had a horrible headache, I felt sick and I could hardly move. We spent the day watching a bunch of muppet stuff, and that night we watched the first ep of season 12 of Doctor Who and, y’know, it was a pretty damn good episode (plus thirteen in the suit.... fuuckkk) 

So afterwards we started having a discussion about Chris Chibnall - we’ve long held criticisms about some of his writing (not all of it, but it’s a mixed bag) and Lucy told me I still hadn’t seen his worst writing because that was for Torchwood...

Which I had never seen. Which I had been desperately trying not to see, although I didn’t know why. I just always had this vibe like a big “NO ENTRY!” sign at the idea of ever watching it. It’s not as though I had a logical reason for it, it’s not like I’d read up about it and thought, ‘naahhhhhh, I don’t fancy watching that’. I just had a big WARNING sign in my head, telling me not to go there. 

Several years ago Lucy made me watch the first episode (after i’d been avoiding her threats of showing it to me for like 2 years) and like... it wasn’t horrible? It wasn’t... great either... but it didn’t kill me. Then a couple of years ago she showed me Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang because we were having a big Runaways phase so she wanted to show me an episode with James Marsters in. Again, it didn’t kill me. It wasn’t horrible. But I still had those big NO ENTRY!!! signs up in my head. I was still trying desperately to avoid actually being shown Torchwood as a show.

And the the new year happened and I was too WEAK AND DEFENCELESS to know what was happening when Lucy and I cuddled up in bed that night. I was too sick to really comprehend what she was doing or to fight back when she announced she was going to show me the very worst of Chris Chibnall’s writing... and put on Day One followed by Cyberwoman.

Oh. My. God.

All day I had been in a state of physical agony. Suddenly my mental and emotional state was far, FAR worse!!! The sex gas alien was bad enough, then by the time she put on Cyberwoman my brain was trying to shut down. I used to suffer blackouts and, god, I kept blacking out all the way through it, and instead of being her usual loving, wonderful self she KEPT FORCING ME TO COME ROUND TO WATCH IT!!!

By this point it was gone midnight and I was in a state of utter distress!! This was the worst double helping of tv I had ever sat through in my life and I sat up and let forth a tirade of absolute distress! This, I decided, had to be the reason I’d been avoiding Torchwood. Because it was more like.... Torurewood :P 

Yep, that had to be it. Couldn’t possibly be anything worse, could it? 

At least now lucy had shown me those two terrible Chibnall eps I would NEVER EVER HAVE TO WATCH THEM AGAIN. Or ANY Torchwood episodes. Yes, my ordeal was over. Had to be.

Nope. We went back to bed and she put on Out if Time. And i’ll admit, the story was much stronger but goddddd I had issues with the endings! And my level of despair started to rise even higher. I HATED Torchwood! This was the most distressing night’s viewing ever and I just wanted to go to sleep and be done with it all! Lucy put one more episode on afterwards: They Keep Killing Suzie. And that was much better but halfway through we finally fell asleep - so surely my trauma was over with.

Nope.

I had horrible nightmares of a very thirsty Gwen coming onto me all night, over and over again and it was HORRIBLE!!! Like, you have no idea how distressed I was! And when I woke up I blamed lucy whole-heartedly and she very sympathetically laughed at my plight!

But yeah. My trauma was over. No more Torchwood. I’d suffered the night from hell. Now it was time to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and move on! My medication arrived that day, I started work on some new pet portraits and life went back to normal.

Until that night, when I saw the telltale sign of Lucy putting a video on and turning her iPad around and then there they were - the opening titles of Torchwood - and I wanted to jump out the boat and into the canal and swim as far away as possible!!!

But the episode she put on was Fragments. She said she wanted to show me Chris Chibnall’s finest episode. And y’know what? It was really pretty fucking good. And god, I was fURIOUS about that!!! When we went to bed she pulled a real double whammy though by putting on Adam - which became instantly one of my favourite episodes of ANYTHING, EVER. And I looked at my wife, shook my head, sighed and told her, ‘nice save, Lucy... nice save...’

Over the next couple of weeks we also had a major Doctor Who rewatch and revisited most of the New Who era, and - to my mixed feelings - she dotted various other episodes of Torchwood in around them. I was conflicted - after the Adam and Fragments double bill I was no longer in brain-screamy hatred territory. I did however keep having flashbacks to that godawful night. Plus i’d had several further nightmares about a thirsty Gwen and I did NOT like it! But by a couple of weeks into January I’d seen a fair bit of Torchwood. Some of them twice. 

Around this same time I’d started back in testosterone after not being able to afford it for the last 3 years. And then I started to notice I was getting some..... urghhhhhh..... unusual... and very uncomfortable feelings... about certain.... things... and characters.

And I started falling headlong into a great big gay panic :P

And here’s where the whole story becomes a HELL of a lot more embarrassing so i’m going to put it under a read more :P

Did ya click on that read more? Wh-why? there’s nothing to see here... especially not a long tale of shame and distress :P ugggghhhhhhh ok, FINE;

Basically there were two things happening at the same time. One was that I started to feel something I hadn’t felt in two decades. When I was a kid/teen we didn’t have the phrase ‘hyperfixation’ so I just called them obsessions. I always had obsessions, at any given point there was always this ONE THING that was my entire life. i lived it, breathed it, became it. It was my whole world, my whole personality, my focus, my lifeline. 9 times out of 10 it would be a tv show. Between the ages of 12 and 15 I would generally change my obsession about once a month. There were several ‘usual suspects’ that would cycle around over and over - Red Dwarf, The Brittas Empire, Sonic the Hedgehog, Halfway Across the Galaxy, Parallel 9, Out of this World... 

late in 1995 I became obsessed with The X Files and - bizarrely - that obsession just ran and ran. I was so used to my obsession changing around once every month that it was bizarre to still be absolutely hyperfixated on it almost 9 months later. And then, in June 1996, my longest ever obsession took its place, a little known uk fantasy show called Bugs. 

That... was my longest running obsession. And oh my god, was I ever obsessed with it. I have no idea how that one obsession kept going for 3 years. i’m sorry this is particularly wordy but this is kind of personal and I want to explain this right.

If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll probably known that one of the most defining moments of my life happened in the summer of ‘98. My cousin’s husband sexually assaulted me and my life spiralled into total despair. While that night was bad enough, the slow breakdown I went through over the course of the year that followed was harder to recover from. And eventually I came out the other side to some degree but i’d lost my love of three things that made me the person I was: writing, drawing and being obsessed. All three were so closely entangled with that night and surviving afterwards that it changed something that had always been a fundamental part of me.

I was no longer able to feel obsession. To hyperfixate the way I previously had. It was like something was broken inside me. And that was like a loss unto itself. It was SUCH a big part of me. It had been the only way i’d survived years of depression when I was young. My obsessions were what kept me afloat. 

In the last decade there are a few things that I called ‘obsessions’ and I thought were as close as I would ever get to the way I used to feel. I thought maybe it was because i’d ‘grown up’ (pah). That’s not to say that i wasn't thoroughly into Ashes to Ashes, FNAF and Homestuck, for example, because of course I was! I even called them obsessions, but there was something that just... wasn’t the same, no matter what I did.

And over time, I got back the other things I’d lost. I started writing my A2A fics in 2010 and Lucy helped me to start drawing again in 2018 and god, both times it was like finally having a piece of myself returned after so long! As for my ‘obsessions’, I just thought I wasn't able to feel the way I used to because I wasn’t a kid any more.

But then, I thought that about Christmas Eve too, and then lucy came into my life <3

Still, the last thing I was expecting was... for *those* feelings to start sneaking back in my life. Feelings I hadn’t been able to experience since the summer of 1998-9. And to my further distress I discovered that they were relating to a certain show that I’d had a traumatising introduction to on new year’s day...

Suddenly it was all I could think about; TORCHWOOD! TORCHWOOD! Aargghhhhh and yet I still hated it! It was still awful! And yet... at the same time... it was so goooooooood.... arghhhhh, every time we watched an episode there was a  knife twisting in my guts, reminding me that I hadn’t even felt these feelings over things we’d been HUGELY into... the fandoms we’d met through, the fandoms we discovered together. Nope. It was Torchwood that brought back my ability to hyperfixate! And I have SO MANY ANGRY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS!!!! Grrrrrrrrr!!

And believe me, I kept thinking it was going to stop and go away BUT IT HASN’T! It’s only gotten worse! And as of yesterday Torchwood officially became my second  longest obsession ever!!!

I. AM. FURIOUS!!!

It’s... urrghhhh I hate this fact but it’s almost like I have a crush on the *show*??!!! I... can’t explain it better than that??? It’s like, if I could throw Torchwood on the bed and make sweet, sweet love to it I would :P and yeah, i’m saying all of this tongue in cheek but i’ve had a fucking sky high libido ever since I went back on T (ohhhhh and believe me I am LOVING it!!! 💙💙💙) But it’s like... there are elements of Torchwood itself that are so fucking hot that I get.... reactions that I am SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED ABOUT for so many reasons deidjdhdggjhaaahhhhhhhhh

Lucy literally only has to say ‘Torchwood’ at me and I end up in a gibbering heap half the time - I am not even kidding!!!

This, however, is NOT the worst thing that happened as a result of Lucy making me watch this god damned show.

But honestly this post has gone on WAY too long already so i’m going to save that for part 2.

Oh god... my shame.... my total and utter shame....

To be continued :P

#torchwood #about me #me #obsessions #hyperfixation #moirspritmaterail blogging #Lucy is MEAN!!! #my posts

[dindjarindiaries]

Hello dearie!! I wanted to try and write you something to cheer you up because you always manage to cheer us up with your Din writing. I am fairly amateur at this but wanted to give it a shot before #Mandoctober (thinking about giving it a go if this isn’t a total disaster 🙈) no worries about actually posting this, I just wanted Din to make you feel better like “Purpose” did for me last night! I rambled too much, and if it absolutely makes ZERO sense I’m so sorry. This just kind of came over me while watching Chapter 8 💙💙 — @iellarenuodolorian

Okay, I’ve only been waiting to post this because I wanted it to be on my computer so I could add a read more.

But this. This.

I read it this morning and it just... it absolutely made me so joyful. You have no idea how much this means to me and how sweet it is! Thank you so so very much! To everyone, this is a sweet and perfect read for anyone who needs some comfort right now! Thank you, love!🥺🤍

PS: Is Mandoctober truly a thing? Because if so, I’ve gotta start gearing up for it now!

You have been part of the Mandalorian’s crew for a long time now. You’ve actually lost track of the time because it just flows so easily and every day is a new and exciting adventure. It was a little rocky at first, getting to know the man underneath all that shiney beskar’gam. It took time, but you eventually both learned to trust each other, which lead to a whole new level to your relationship. Neither of you is exactly sure where things will go, but you both have acknowledged that something definitely exists between the two of you. Because of this intimate relationship, each of you understands the subtle changes in each other’s moods that takes places over the course of days or weeks. It is a week such as this that Din starts to notice these changes in you. It’s been a hard year. You thought that you had found the perfect planet to hole up on for a bit after finally losing some bounty hunters that are still dumb enough to try and take on you and Din and capture the small green child both of you have grown to think of as your own. But then you were forced to flee, and have been constantly on the run, barely having a day to stop and catch your breath before you have to keep fighting to stay ahead of the hunters. You’re worn down. Exhausted from training and fighting and running. You try to stay strong for Din, you know he has to be feeling it too, but you’re reaching the point where you know a breakdown is coming.

You have put the child to sleep for the night, safely secured in his pram, all snuggled up in his favorite blue blanket and snuggling with a stuffed tooka doll you made for him. You’re curled up in a ball on your cot in the Crest, fighting the negative thoughts in your mind. You go around and around with your inner thoughts, trying to stay above ground, trying not to give in to the exhaustion and almost unbearable weight of the galaxy pressing down on you. You feel the Crest jump into hyperspace, on to the next planet where you hope you can be safe for at least a day. Just one day is all you need to catch up and recenter yourself and recharge. Is one day really too much to ask?? You feel the tears starting to be too much for your eyes to hold back, and just as they are about to fall and a full breakdown almost ensues, you hear the one voice in the galaxy that always manages to calm you down.

“Cyar’ika? Is there anything I can do to help?” Asks Din.

“Hold me. Please.” You ask, as the tears begin to well up again.

“Let me take my beskar’gam off so I can properly hold you and then you can tell me all about it cyar’ika.”

You love that nickname. The day you finally had enough courage to ask him what it meant, you realized that he cared more for you than he ever let on. And that your own feelings might one day be reciprocated.

Din returned, still wearing his helmet and with his one vambrace that links to the controls for the Crest, you know what his Creed means to him and what has to happen in order for him to be able to remove it in front of you. As he crawled onto the cot next to you, you let yourself be inundated with Din. His scent, the mythosaur necklace he keeps safely tucked under his armour, his athletic form that still takes your breath away even in just a plain pair of pants and a loose fitting tunic. As Din settles in next to you, you conform your body to his and the tears overwhelm you and you tell him about all the things going on inside your head. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls your face into his chest as the tears begin to fall like rain from the heavens. He silently listens and holds you while you let out all your tears and strokes your back and rubs your hair in a small effort to bring you some sort of comfort. After you have cried until you can hardly produce any more tears, Din dries the rest of your tears with his hands and brings your forehead to touch the top of his helmet.

“I have a question for you cyar’ika. I would like to take my helmet off, but to do so I would either have to turn all the lights off or put this blindfold on you. Are either of those options acceptable to you?” Din asked.

You now noticed that Din had brought this red strip of cloth from somewhere in the Crest. Could he really take his helmet off with one of those options in place and not break his Creed? You didn’t want to jeopardize his way of life in any way, did he really trust you that much? All of the implications of Din without his helmet raced through your mind.

“Din,” you whispered, “Is this really possible? I don’t want to jeopardize you or your Creed.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure and didn’t completely trust you.”

“Let’s turn off the lights then,” you whispered “I don’t know how much longer I can stay awake after that talk.”

Din reached over to his vambrace and entered the proper sequence of buttons to turn the lights off. You blink a few times, but then decide to just keep your eyes closed as you lean back against the pillows and wall to ground yourself. You hear a small hiss and realize that Din is removing his helmet, and your heart feels like it might come out of your chest with how fast it is beating. You hear Din set it next to your cot, and then you feel his hand on your leg, looking for you in the dark. You reach for it with one of your own, and soon Din has entwined your fingers with his and you feel your hand being pulled in his direction. Suddenly, there is a warm breath across your knuckles and then the softest and most tender kiss to the back of your hand. A small chuckle escapes you when you realize he must have a mustache because something tickles your knuckles and you wish Din could see how big your smile is right now.

“Is something funny cyar’ika?” Says Din.

His voice is the most perfect baritone you’ve ever heard. It is the most perfect music to your ears to finally hear his unfiltered voice. It makes you think of a rumble of thunder before a storm comes in, perfectly in tune with the universe and you wish you could listen to it forever.

“I’m just surprised is all.” You tell Din. “I didn’t think you would have facial hair. Not that I’m against it!”

Din chuckles at your rambling and just when you thought you had expended all your tears, new ones begin to form. But these are happy tears.

“Then wait until you feel the rest of it.” Din tells you. He slowly moves your hand to his cheek, because he is still kissing your hand the entire time. Your palm is against his cheek and all you can feel is this rough, patchy, stubble up and down his jaw. Your thumb is still touching the corner of his mouth just to give yourself some context as to the dimensions of his face. You bring your other hand up in the dark to find his face. With your hands cupping both sides of his face, you hear Din let out a deep sigh and instinctively bring your forehead up to his. When your foreheads touch, you both let out the breath you had been holding and Din’s hands find your face. You kiss his palms, and then in the most gentle whisper you hear DIn ask “Cyar’ika, may I kiss you? Just this once. I have wanted to for so long now and with everything going on I want you to know my true feelings. Please do not agree unless you are sure you feel the same way. It will not change how I feel about you if you say no. I promise cyar’ika.”

Din barely had time to finish speaking before you were pressing your lips to his in the dark. It was sloppy and uncoordinated but the fire you felt ignite inside you knew that this was only the first of many kisses with Din. He moved one of his hands to the back of your neck to frame your face better and moved his lips against yours to more fully kiss you. You found your lips moving of their own accord in perfect harmony with him, knowing to follow his lead. Your hands finally moved themselves from his cheeks to his hair and neck, as you began in earnest to play with his hair. Which only elicited more passionate kisses from Din. As you began to twirl some of his hair around your fingers, you felt him moan into your kiss and his tongue darted into your mouth. Din broke off the kiss to apologize, but all you could do was drag his lips back to you in the dark and continue to play with his hair.

It could have been just a few minutes or it could have been a lifetime that you spent kissing Din. But, you had to reluctantly give in to the fact that you needed sleep. You had never shared your cot with Din before but after tonight you couldn’t bear the thought of letting him go.

“Din?” You asked sleepily. “Would you be opposed to staying? Just for tonight. I don’t want to let you go and would enjoy being held by you all night.”

“Anything for you my cyar’ika.”

You fell asleep wrapped up in Din’s strong arms and knew that tomorrow you would be stronger and ready to face whatever challenge the Galaxy threw at you. The last thing you remember is a soft kiss being pressed to your temple and a whispered plea for you to sleep from the one voice you could listen to forever. Tomorrow would be a new day, one you knew you could conquer because you had Din Djarin to take it on with you. And with him, nothing was impossible.

#submissions #fic rec #AWWWW?S?? #nice things #submission

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Another Life - Chapter 15

Fandom: What We Do in the Shadows 

Pairing: Vladislav x Reader

Series Rating: E

Word Count: 2043

Chapter Summary: Look, ok, I don’t want to come up with a summary because I hate coming up with summaries and it’s my birthday so I’m not going to  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

A/N: Noncon/dubcon mentions. As always, cross-posted to AO3.

You sat in the lounge, alone, scrolling through your phone, not knowing where the rest of your flatmates were. They were in the house, yeah, but did they really spend so much time in their rooms? Deacon certainly couldn’t, at least. You’d found out that the small hall closet you had thought was his room, was in fact his room.

It was better not to delve into the question of were they were and what they what doing. You were pretty sure you’d heard unfamiliar voices in the house, earlier.

Rapid footsteps thundering down the stairs pulled you from your thoughts. A woman half ran, half fell down the stairs into the lounge. She was only partially dressed, wearing just her jeans and a bra. She looked around frantically, eyes darting back and forth between you and the door. Apparently settling on the door, she ran towards it, choosing to ignore you in favor of escape.

She reached the door but couldn’t open it, struggling with the locks in her panic. You watched from the couch, frozen just as you had been with Nick. How did this keep happening? The loud footfalls of someone upstairs, running down the hall, brought your gaze to the stairs in anticipation, just as it did the woman’s. She abandoned the door, running to you, grabbing your hand before you could react.

“Please, please, don’t let him kill me! He’s going to kill me! You have to get me out of here!”

The fear and desperation in her voice tugged at your gut. You stared in shock at her wide, pleading eyes.

As Vladislav literally flew down the stairs, a sob escaped the woman’s throat, and she squeezed your hand with a surprising amount of strength. Her anxiety was contagious, and you found yourself growing irrationally fearful as he approached.

Unlike the woman, Vladislav was fully dressed. As he landed on the floor, he smiled gently at her, ignoring you entirely.

“Are you okay? You left in a rush.” His soft smile was disarming, small enough to hide his fangs, but show off the gap between his front teeth. His voice sounded different than usual. Softer, calmer, but somehow more commanding.

The woman’s grip on your hand loosened. You held on tighter in response. She blinked and looked around, less in panic now, and more in confusion. “I don’t… I want to go home.” You couldn’t tell if she was talking to you, to Vladislav, or to herself.

Vladislav chuckled, taking her available hand in his. “No, you don’t.” His voice still held the same melodic cadence. It was almost intoxicating. “You want to stay. You want me, and you want to come back up to my room.” She was nodding as he spoke.

“Let’s go back upstairs,” she breathed. All traces of fear had left her body. She stood tall, leaning slightly towards him, thrusting her almost exposed chest in his direction.

She was being hypnotized, you realized, and it was working all too well. The change in her demeanor was absolute. What could that feel like? Did she know she was being manipulated?

She started walking towards the stairs, but you gripped her hand tightly, not wanting her to die. She kept walking, though, yanking her hand from yours as she went. You stared after her as she traipsed up the stairs, to meet her fate, looking back to Vladislav, who held a finger up to signal he’d be a moment behind. As she rounded the corner and disappeared from your line of sight, you wondered, not for the first time, if it hurt. Being killed by a vampire. You’d never asked. You hoped not, for her sake. Who knows. Maybe in her hypnotized state, she’d even enjoy it.

That thought gave you a strong emotion, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

“Sorry about that. She was hypnotized, but it lapsed and she realized what was happening,” Vladislav apologized.

“It’s fine,” you said, more out of habit than of it being the truth. “Does hypnosis not always work?”

“Not always.”

“Does she know she’s being hypnotized?”

You weren’t sure why you were asking. You were curious, of course, and you actually wanted to know, but you’d been curious about it before and not said anything. It felt as though you were only asking in order to delay him from going upstairs, from returning to the woman. It was pointless, anyway. You couldn’t delay him forever.

Vladislav shook his head. “No, she doesn’t know. Or, if she does, she doesn’t remember afterwards. Apparently, it’s like spacing out, and then you think whatever ideas were planted in your head were your own.”

“Oh.”

He was fighting back a smile, looking very much like a young boy who’d gotten away with placing a ‘kick me’ sign on the teacher’s back.

“What?” you asked, suspiciously.

“I’ve hypnotized you before,” he admitted, not nearly as sheepish as he ought to be.

You sat straight up on the couch. “What! When? Why?”

Vladislav held his hands up in surrender. “It was early! The first time we met. It’s not like I knew you, yet.”

“What for?” You pursed your lips, unsure of whether or not you should be angry.

“You were asking all sorts of questions about Petyr. I convinced you that you weren’t interested in meeting him.”

You pensively chewed the inside of your lip. You supposed that was fair enough. If you had insisted on meeting Petyr, and that soon, it could have led to a number of problems, both for you and for your flatmates. Still, it made you uncomfortable to be so manipulated, out of control even of your own thoughts. “Okay,” you ceded. “Well, don’t do it again.”

He looked deeply into your eyes, staring for just a moment too long, saying, “Never again.”

You broke off eye contact. It was beginning to feel too intimate. “Thank you.”

“I should probably get back up there,” he told you, gesturing to the staircase.

“Vladislav?”

When you didn’t continue, he prompted you. “Yes?”

“I-“ You stopped yourself. What could you say? ‘Don’t do it?’ ‘Let her go?’ You couldn’t ask that of him. He had to eat. He had to kill her. It was absolutely not your place to stop him, and even if it was, how could you?

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Never mind.”

You watched him as he left, eyes still glued to the stairs long after he’d left them.

You eventually wondered what was going on. She had been topless. Had he gone upstairs and immediately killed her? Or were they doing something else? Was she still alive? The house was big, and with the notable exception of Nick, they usually killed their victims quietly. You weren’t even sure how often it happened.

At any point the sun was down, there was a chance you were under the same roof where a murder was taking place.

You picked up your cell phone and resumed scrolling.

~

You hadn’t told Dawn what had happened, so she’d put the incident entirely behind her. You hadn’t ruled out telling her at some point, but you weren’t even sure exactly what had happened. A coincidence seemed highly unlikely, though. You’d recognized the man. Missed him, even. You must have known him. He was somebody from your missing year, somebody important. And after talking to him, Dawn had lost all memories of the conversation.

Just like you had lost all memories of the past year.

That had to mean something.

But what?

Maybe your memory loss wasn’t natural. Maybe it wasn’t related to trauma or repression. Maybe it was forced on you. Maybe the man had caused it.

You didn’t know how that could be possible. The only thing you could think of was drugs. But what kind of drug could make you forget your memories? And how could it have made you lose a whole year, and Dawn only a half hour?

Still, something had made Dawn forget her memories in a way very similar to how you had lost yours. That man must have something to do with it. But how?

You sighed in frustration. You were stuck in a loop.

You wondered how long it would take you to knock on every door in Wellington. He must be behind one of them. It was a stupid idea. Even if you somehow, magically, happened to find him, what’s stopping him from erasing your memories again?

Not a single thing, probably.

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You laid in your bed, staring into the dark, unable to fall asleep. Your flatmates wouldn’t kill you. You knew that. They were your friends. And even if they weren’t, they needed another flatmate to pay the bills, and you did that. They weren’t going to eat you.

You’d already been hypnotized, though, and you had no memory of it happening. They could hypnotize you at any time, and you’d have no idea. They could be hypnotizing you every day, and you’d have no idea.

They weren’t, of course. Why would they? Vladislav had just done it the one time, and he had promised you he wouldn’t do it again. You had no reason to doubt him.

You wondered what it felt like; you couldn’t recall. Had you known it was happening in the moment only to forget after the fact? Had you felt manipulated? Out of control? Or did you not know? Did it feel as though the ideas were your own?

It couldn’t have been that bad, you supposed. Though you didn’t love the idea of feeling out of control of your own mind, being hypnotized really hadn’t affected you. It certainly didn’t seem to bother the woman who was probably dead by now in Vladislav’s bedroom.

Did he use her? He must have. It was one thing to eat her; he had to eat her.

‘You want me.’

That’s what he had said to her. That’s what he made her think. She was cowering in fear at the sight of him, but after three words, she climbed up the stairs to his bedroom, wanting to give herself to him.

Three words.

He could do that to you.

He wouldn’t. He would never. It would be hideously cruel. Evil. He was your friend. He wouldn’t.

He could.

You’d never know. You’d think you’d wanted to. Actually wanted to.

That’s what that woman had thought.

‘You want me.’

You wondered if you could be hypnotized by proxy. You heard his words. But they weren’t directed at you. He wasn’t talking to you, and you knew it. But could you have been hypnotized, too?

No.

You weren’t hypnotized.

You couldn’t be; you didn’t want him.

Still, you found yourself thinking being hypnotized in a such a way wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. As much as you naturally disliked the idea of your mind being out of your control, manipulated, you found something appealing about the idea in fantasy. Free to… to be…

You shouldn’t even fantasize.

Even if this wasn’t a sick and twisted reality for a number of people he then killed, he was still your flatmate. You shouldn’t… couldn’t…

You wouldn’t.

For someone so frustrated with the concept of not controlling your own mind, you couldn’t seem to redirect your thoughts. And so, as your hand moved under the sheets, you pretended it was someone unfamiliar you were picturing.

You pretended you weren’t pretending you were in a certain room, with a certain person, who didn’t have dark hair, and hazel eyes, and a warm laugh, and-

Guilt and desire and self-loathing mingled in ways you didn’t entirely despise.

When you finally fell asleep that night, your dreams were disturbing. She sat at the foot of your bed. You recognized her, though you’d never actually seen her.

Kura.

She was smiling widely, just as she did in the missing person poster her family was still posting all over Wellington. You stared at each other for an eternity when, suddenly, she had changed. She was covered head to toe in blood, and her constant smile now seemed insidious. Fear and guilt raced through you as she opened her mouth, and the word, instead of coming from her throat, echoed loudly in your brain.

COMPLICIT.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #vladislav #vladislav x reader #another life #al fic

[peach-jaehyunie]

The All Of Me

Pairing: Qian Kun x female reader

Genre: Uni AU, Study-Buddies, Friends to lovers, one-shot

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Rating: 18+

Words: 1.9k

Half of the toes on your left foot were asleep from sitting on them for the last two hours. Your textbook forgotten on the couch, buried under a cushion and the blanket on your lap. Kun’s head was still diligently bent over a notebook, it’s pages stained with the swirl of his neat handwriting. He typed something on his laptop. You watched him as he finished his assignment, listening to the November rain pelt against the windows. You heard footsteps from upstairs; one of his roommates getting ready for bed. You didn’t want to have to walk back to your apartment, you were warm and cozy here.

“Are you almost done?” You ask Kun.

“Yes,” he looks at you “You don’t have to stay if you’re finished studying.”

His eyes return to his lecture notes. You purse your lips, annoyed because you don’t want to leave and because you want him to finish his paper so he can focus on you. You occupy yourself by checking your phone and finishing your tea. You have to try, you have to express how you feel about him in some way. If you leave now you may be waiting months before the perfect opportunity arises again. To get Kun alone for studying was a feat within itself.

Finally, he was hitting ‘save’ on his laptop and closing it, and then putting his notebook away.

“All done, how do you think it turned out?” You say lightly.

“I think it turned out well, now I’m really sleepy.” Kun laid his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

Not very sensual. How could you change this conversation to a sexy conversation. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him peeking at you.

“Do you wanna sleepover, we could watch a movie?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice!” You reply, cutely snuggling into the couch cushions.

Kun manages to stay awake during the short anime film you watch. He shares the blanket with you, his knee resting against yours the entire time. He stretches during the end credits but makes no move to get up from the couch. A preview for a new show pops up and plays, neither of you moving when that too ends. The living room is silent, save for the patter of rain.

“Oh, Shakespeare’s Complete Works!” You exclaim, getting up to walk over to a shelf filled mostly with games and character figurines. A few books rest on the top shelf, they look mostly unused.

“Yep,” Kun comments awkwardly as he watches you remove the book from the shelf. “Do you really like Shakespeare?”

You trot back to the couch, sitting comfortably next to him; almost against him.

“Well, I really enjoy Much Ado About Nothing, but there’s this one line from Hamlet that is my favourite.” You tell him excitedly.

Kun looks at you, amused but encouraging, as you open the stiff pages, searching for a scene. Your body trembles: from nerves and anticipation.

“Ah, here it is,” you announced with a giggle, Kun’s head brushing against yours as he looked to where your finger pointed to on the page.

“That’s a fair thought to lie between maids legs.” You read aloud, your voice playful but your spirit hopeful that finally, you may have gotten your point across.

If this didn’t work, intimating how you might want a man’s head between your legs; you didn’t know what would. For months you had been trying slip any hints in there.

“Bill, you absolute dog,” Kun said with a grin, his breath on your cheek.

You closed the heavy book, looking up and into his eyes. You sat up straighter, smiling at him as you shifted your body more towards his.

“What?” You asked, searching his face as he stared at you.

The wind picked up and the rain beat harder against the windows. Kun’s eyes flickered from your own to your mouth back up to yours, his weight pressing into you more firmly. Your smile faded as Kun took a deep breath and looked away. Your heart swelled, your hands trembled; so close. Your eyes pretended to study the blanket on your lap, but his quick head snap caused you to look up again as his parted lips crashed into your own.

The kiss was firm and unsure, as were the emotions that flooded within you. When you both realized that neither of you was rejecting the kiss your lips softened. Kisses were slow and tentative—a mere brush of lips. His hand moved to the back of your head and you leaned closer into him, eventually shifting to straddle his lap. Despite your desires, you felt almost dizzy with shock. These were Kun’s hands on your hips, squeezing and running his hands over your clothes; it was Kun’s tongue you felt against your lips. Slowly you rolled your hips against his, the friction caused your breath to hitch as your lips parted from his and kissed up your neck. Kun’s hands found their way under your shirt, his fingers pulling against your skin. Your teeth knocked against his when your lips rejoined, and another roll of your hips made your body warm with pleasure. For a second one of his hands fumbled as he tried to get it under your hoodie. You pulled away from him, a single strand of saliva pulling between each other’s lips as you remove your top in one fluid motion. His eyes were still gazing at your body when you kissed him again, his warm hands exploring your skin was enough to make you melt. You guided his hands to your chest, moaning as he kneaded your breasts. Kun groaned at your slow and deliberate hip rolls against his centre. You could feel him growing beneath you.

“Do you wanna—“ he kissed you as he spoke “—go to my room?”

“Yeah,” you replied, your lips smiling against his.

To your surprise, he placed his arms under your bottom and carried you the 10 feet to his bedroom door. Your legs wrapped around his waist proved to be almost too wide to pass through the narrow entryway, as your knees scrape against the doorframe. Kun sets you on your feet, cupping your face as he kisses you, your hands cling to his shirt. He pulls away from you, letting his hands drop to caress your body as he smirks at you before backing you onto his bed. Kun climbs into bed after you, gently pushing you down against the mattress as he settles his weight on top of you. His mouth begins to explore your upper body, licking and sucking on your exposed skin. His deft fingers play with the band of your Calvin Klein sports bra, his eyes seeking yours for permission: you eagerly nod your head. Kun pushes up your bra, exposing your hardened nipples as he takes one in his mouth. You thread your fingers through his hair as he brushes your nipples with the pads of his fingertips and sucks and nips at them with his mouth. Every nibble causing a wave of heat to build in your core. Your jeans stifle you, and as Kun turns his attention to your lips again you squeeze a hand in between the two of you, brushing against his erection, as you unbutton your pants. His hands do nothing more than softly help you remove them. The removal of your pants reveals a matching pair of Calvin Klein underwear: no mere coincidence. Kun kisses down your body once again, his hands caress your thighs as he kisses down to your waistband and leaves bite marks on your hips. He kisses your thighs as his hands knead your ass. You can feel your arousal pooling between your swollen nether lips, but Kun never touches where you desire him most. Where you have desired him since the first time you met him first semester of freshman year. You close your eyes, relishing the feeling of his fingers pressing into your skin. You feel his breath against your inner thigh near your core, and you open your eyes to find him looking up at you, his expression begging you let him pleasure you. You nodded your head again, brushing his face with your hand as he slipped his fingers under your panties and pulled them to the side.

You hid the moan badly as your head rolls back against his pillows when he licks up your slit. His tongue swirls and presses your clit, you fall apart at his touch. No amount of fantasies about him could compare to the real thing. Gasps fell freely from your mouth, you knew you should be quiet given that his roommate’s bedroom was right above. A moan slips out unwittingly from your mouth as he fucks you gently with his tongue. Your fingers grasp Kun’s hair and your hips press your core to his mouth. His hand finds your mouth to try and muffle your sounds; your breath hot against his palm. You don’t want to delay this any longer, you have waited long enough for this. You push his hand off your face:

“Kun, I want you—for real now.”

His mouth left clit, and when he kissed you again you could taste yourself on him.

“You’re sure?” He asked quietly against your skin.

“Very sure,” you replied, playing with the hem of his shirt.

Kun sat up to take his shirt off, and you sat up to help him undress. His toned body presses against yours as he brings your face to his to kiss you. His cock presses between both of you, hard against your bellies. You lay against the pillows again, Kun kneeling between your legs as he reaches over you to get a prophylactic from his night table. He kisses you as his member slides easily into you from his earlier attentions. He fucks you slow and deep, his hands pressing your thighs down into the mattress. Your mouth falls open as quiet gasps leave it, your fingers pressing marks into his back. With every thrust his chest rubs against your nipples, Kun’s breath is hot in your ear as he tries to contain his moans.

“Faster—“ you gasp into the hot room air.

Kun’s hips snap against yours, fucking you almost hard enough for you to bang your head on the headboard. His cock brushing against your G-spot as he reangles your hips. With every thrust now you can feel your climax building, and the quiet gasps turn into unrestrained moans. Kun moans your name against your sweaty skin as he props himself enough with one hand to fuck you even faster as you both near your climaxes. Your orgasm builds to its peak; your pussy squeezing his member as every new tremor ran through your body. Your moans are replaced by gasps for air as Kun thrusts the last few times, making his pleasure heard. Kun’s weight settles on you for a few moments before he gets up, returning shortly a damp warm cloth to clean your arousal from between your thighs.

It’s late and sleep begins to settle in your eyes. If Kun’s roommates slept through that, it would be a miracle. Kun tucks you into his bed before bringing in your belongings from the couch. He slips under the covers with you, holding you against him.

“You knew what you were doing when you took Shakespeare off the shelf, didn’t you?” He scolded with a gentle squeeze.

“Maybe,” you replied with a smile before drifting off to sleep.

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[thewritewolf]

Two Cursed Detectives in Paris Chapter 6: Case Closed

All four of our heroes hang out together, just before Eerie and Connor head back to the United States.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 (Final)

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“You know what? I think that’s enough English practice for today,” Connor said, throwing his controller onto the couch.

“Wow! Ten minutes and you’re already sick of losing,” Adrien replied with fake sweetness. “That has to be a new record!”

Connor slowly turned toward Adrien and narrowed his eyes. Wrestling the model boy to the ground as pay back was out of the question. Not just because Adrien was a lot more nimble than Connor, but also because Connor had already eaten an entire pizza and the box it came in. Sudden exertion right now wasn’t much of an option. Instead, he settled for glaring at his student.

“Can’t believe I fell for that sweet kid routine when I first met you.” Connor crossed his arms and shook his head. “You’re a little butt when you want to be.”

Adrien stuck his tongue out at Connor, leading the grown man to stick his tongue out right back, with even more vitriol. The next couple minutes were spent just trying to one up each other in an arms race of similar acts of maturity.

Eventually, Adrien asked, “Okay, as fun as this is, what are we actually going to do now? We still have a couple hours that we’re supposed to doing practices.”

“Hm…” Connor stared out the window for a moment. “Wanna go visit the girls?”

“I’d love to!” Adrien’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow! Does this mean I’ll finally get to meet Eerie too?”

“Huh? Oh, right. I guess you haven’t met her yet, huh?” Connor checked the time on his phone. “Yeah, her shift is still going. Although… shoot.”

“What?”

“She might be doing deliveries. Well, let’s head over anyway. Miss Eerie won’t stop talking about how good their pastries are and I want to get at least one… what are they called? ‘Pain au chocolat’?”

Adrien’s face lit up. “Hey, you got it right! Good job!”

Coming from anyone else, Connor might have glared at them for being sarcastic, but Adrien was nothing if not sincere. Occasional teasing aside.

“Of course I did. Now come on, let’s head out.”

The trip to the bakery only took them about ten minutes, enough time for Connor’s stomach to quiet down as he breathed in the scent of baked goods. After saying a few parting words to the Gorilla, Adrien joined him, practically vibrating with excitement. It brought a smirk to Connor’s face. Ah, to be young and in love…

Connor opened the door to the bakery and the first thing he saw was Eerie leaning on the counter. His smirk blossomed into a full-blown grin as she turned toward the sound of the bells above the door. A smile to mirror his own appeared on her face when she recognized him.

“Connor! I wasn’t expecting to see you until later. What’s up?”

“We finished early and wanted to celebrate with something tasty.” He stuck a thumb at Adrien, who was trying to catch a peek through the door that lead into the house part of the business. “This guy wouldn’t stop talking about his girlfriend though, so I thought we’d kill two birds with one stone.”

It was at that moment that Marinette appeared, cheeks flushed as she caught the tail end of their conversation. Her eyes flickered to Adrien, whose face was beet red.

“Connor!” Adrien whined.

The man in question simply shrugged. “What? It’s true.”

While Adrien sputtered indignantly, Eerie smacked Connor’s arm.

“Leave the poor boy alone! I think it’s cute.”

“I never said it wasn’t,” Connor grumbled as he stacked a few pain au chocolats onto the counter in front of a confused giant of a man. The man said something in French to Eerie that Connor couldn’t follow. She replied and a knowing smile crossed his face. He added an extra croissant to Connor’s order, free of charge.

“...What did you say to him?”

“He asked who you were, I said that you’re my partner.”

Marinette quipped something from behind Eerie and all of them laughed. Connor’s tail flicked back and forth - the only thing he caught that time was ‘petit dechat’.

“Don’t worry,” Adrien said, his laughter dying down. “It’s, um, it’s just a French term of endearment.”

“Yeah? ‘Little trash cat’ is a common expression, huh?” Connor crossed his arms and pouted. Before Adrien could respond, Connor asked, “I was kinda expecting you to be working, boss. What gives?”

“The Dupain-Chengs gave me the day off to explore Paris as a thank you for a job well done,” Eerie said proudly.

“Well, we don’t want to disappoint.” Connor smiled. “What does Paris have to offer us, then?”

Marinette perked up and started talking animatedly. The gist he was getting of the conversation was that she had a lot of places that she’d love to show them. After Eerie exchanged some cheek kisses with the two bakers, the four of them left to explore the city.

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“...With her hair fluffed out like that, she scared the daylights out of those teens.” Connor smirked over his coffee. The cafe was one of Marinette’s favorites and Adrien could easily see why as he took a sip of his own beverage. “But after the first time, it’s actually pretty cute.” Nudging his blushing partner, he added, “Wouldn’t you say so, mon petite chouette?”

Eerie was covering her face in embarrassment. “Do you really need to tell them that story?”

“It was a great use of your powers! Why wouldn’t I?”

As the two began to playfully argue, Adrien grabbed his chin and narrowed his eyes in thought.

“Something up, Adrien?” Marinette asked in their native French.

“You don’t think… No it can’t be.” He dropped his voice to a whisper so only she could hear him. “They are dating, right?”

Marinette blinked up at him. “Well… yeah? Of course. They have to be. It seems pretty obvious.”

“Maybe we should ask, just to be sure.”

“Good idea, just try to be discreet about it. You don’t want to put them on the spot if they aren’t.”

“You got it.” Switching to English, Adrien asked, “Hey!” Connor and Eerie looked back at him, eyes still full of laughter from their banter. “You two are dating, right?”

Their pupils shrunk to pinpricks as they gaped at Adrien before glancing at each other, a furious blush mirrored on both of their faces.

“She’s my intern!”

“We’re not like- No!”

“I mean I guess we’re close but-”

“Just because we’re good friends doesn’t mean-”

Adrien held up his hands. “Sorry, sorry! I just wanted to be sure that's all.”

Hesitantly, the two went back to chatting between themselves and Adrien relayed what they said to Marinette.

Marinette winced. “Yeah, I heard the ‘good friends’ part.”

“Huh? You understood that?”

“Of course. After all this time, I can understand ‘good friend’ in four or five languages.”

“Wow! Why’s that?”

Marinette gave him a long, hard look, seemed like she was going to say something, thought the better of it and just gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetie. And don’t worry about them either - something tells me things will work out for them just fine.”

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Eerie followed behind Connor and shakily took her spot beside him. Just like before, he had taken the window seat. It might not have been much to anyone else, but she was touched at how he did everything he could to make this seven hour flight bearable for her.

Like last night, when he tried his best to keep them both awake for as long as possible. By his reasoning, it was harder to panic at the flight when you were out cold. Unfortunately, the long hours they’d spent putting the pieces of the puzzle together had left her exhausted. They might have had the evidence to nail their forger to the wall, but she was fast asleep shamefully early because of it.

A creaking noise made her painfully aware of her talons and how they were starting to crush the armrests. It was enough to wake Connor up from his nap. While she had failed to stay up, he’d had no such problems, binging whole movies. Waking her up hadn’t done much beyond making her grouchy, but she was wishing now she’d given it more effort.

Blearily, Connor’s eyes moved from the armrest to her face. He yawned and held out his hand to her. It took a few moments of staring before she realized he was waiting for her to take it. In any other circumstances, she might have hesitated, but she was willing to take any scrap of comfort she could get ahold of. Literally in this case.

His gloved fingers intertwined with hers, his thumb circling the back of her hand in a calming motion. She wouldn’t say she was feeling good about the whole flying thing now, but she was at least feeling better.

Better enough that she was suddenly aware of how intimate the gesture was. Eerie had found out early on that the sensitivity of his hands made stuff like this very… personal. After that question from Adrien, she couldn’t help but ask herself if this was just comforting a friend or something more. She sat with eyes locked forward, biting her lip worriedly and wondering if she was looking too much into this.

Building up her courage, she looked over to Connor to ask him, only to see that he’d fallen asleep. His tail was cuddled up close to him as he drooled into it. Despite that, he still held onto her - gently but firmly. Enough to let her know he was still there. Her worries melted away as she looked into his serene sleeping face.

She was leaning forward before she knew it, but she stopped herself just short of kissing his forehead. She quickly pulled back, shoving an errant lock of hair behind her ear. What was she thinking?

Then she took another look at him, her heart softening as she watched him breath the slow and steady rhythm of those deep in slumber. She reached out her right hand, felt the fur of his raccoon ears under her fingers as she rubbed them. His blank expression turned into a blissful smile.

Pulling away, Eerie settled in for the long flight ahead, feeling more at peace than she ever had on a plane before.

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