#i am dreamboat it turns out. and he is a dreamboat. and things are looking good actually and i'm so fucking happy and content and relieved.

[sanguineterrain]

Sanne can we get a part 2 for reporter!reader?? Picking up where it first left off their first night in the same home - and there's only 1 bed! - and reader shares the bed with him with the promise of not looking at his unmasked face in the middle of the night? And like them realizing over the next few days that they have very similar habits like tendencies to work throughout the night once they've got a lead and not having a set sleep schedule/unconventional sleeping hours.

OKAY HERE WE GO! be fed my lovelies <3 didn't exactly do one bed but hopefully you like it anyway ;) pt 2 of this

jason todd x gn!reporter!reader. nightmares, hurt/comfort, jason sexy mf todd being a domestic dreamboat. 2.4k. pls enjoy

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The Red Hood's apartment is... not at all what you expected.

It looks lived in. It, as awful a thought as it is, looks like an actual person lives here.

And it's not that you didn't know that Hood has a life outside of shooting and scaring, but the giant ficus and the overstuffed bookshelf seem paradoxical to everything you know about Hood.

You're realizing that you don't know him at all.

"So, uh." Hood awkwardly gestures to the apartment. "This is it. Welcome."

"It's nice," you say, stepping over the threshold. "Really nice. I'm a little jealous, Red."

"What can I say? Being public enemy number one is surprisingly lucrative."

You wander to the kitchen. There's a picture of him and a red-headed masked man who looks vaguely familiar. The man is smiling, his arm around Hood. There's a city skyline behind them you don't recognize.

"Where's that?" you ask. You don't expect him to answer.

"Morocco."

"I didn't know you had friends," you say, studying the Welcome to Vegas! magnet that's holding up the picture.

"Ouch."

"No, I—" You turn, shaking your head. "Sorry, no. I meant, like, people you do fun things with."

"Mm, yeah, I know what a friend is."

"Red, you know what I mean. I didn't know you took selfies and kept plants and read."

"Thought I was friendless and illiterate, huh?" He leans against the kitchen table, fist tucked under his helmet. "Y'wouldn't be the first."

"Hood—"

He snorts, shoulders shaking. You stop.

"That's not funny," you say, rolling your eyes. "Jerk."

"It's a little funny. You're always so sharp with your words, smartypants. No, while I'm very literate, friends are admittedly far and few. Arsenal's my closest friend."

"Is he also a crime lord?"

"Nah. Way better guy than me."

You look back at the picture and wonder how often Hood gets to experience joy. And when was the last time he had a vacation?

You feel a gentle tug at the back of your jacket.

"C'mon. You can snoop more later, promise. Lemme show you your room."

Hood takes your suitcase before you can protest. You follow him down the hall. There's one door to the bathroom—the other is to a single bedroom.

The bedroom is nice, bigger than yours at home. It's sort of what you expected (i.e., the mounted katanas on the wall) but also not (a giant framed poster of the 2005 Pride and Prejudice film).

Holy hell. You're in the Red Hood's bedroom.

"Hood, I can't sleep here," you say, watching as he puts your suitcase in the corner.

The bed has been made, sheets tucked in without a single wrinkle. They're in various shades of red. You're sure Hood thinks he's hilarious.

"Why? If the swords are putting you off, I can move 'em."

"No, it's—I can't take your room, Hood. There's no way I'm doing that."

He shakes his head. "No, trust me, it's for the best. That couch is only comfortable to sleep on after a dose of painkillers."

"Dude, I am not making you sleep on the couch in your own house."

"Well, dude, I'm the host, and I'm the big and scary Red Hood, so what I say goes."

"Like either one of us actually believes that," you say, brushing past him to grab your suitcase. "I'm not kicking you out of your bed. It's–it's very sweet of you to offer. But you physically exert yourself every day. You need a comfortable bed more than I do. Besides, it's not like I'll be here for long."

Hood steps in front of you, casually blocking your exit.

"Well, try this on for size: my room is more secure than my living room," he says. "If someone were to break in, they'd have to get through me out there first."

That... is, unfortunately, a good point. You're still extremely paranoid after the assassination attempt two nights ago.

"You're so manipulative, y'know that?" you grumble, leaving your suitcase where it is.

"I know. I come from a real fucked up family." He doesn't sound too put out by it.

"But if you get injured on patrol, I'm sleeping on the couch."

He pats your shoulder. "'S cute you think you can bargain in my house, smarty."

****

Dinner goes well. Hood makes beef bolognese and it's delicious. You take an extra long time in the bathroom before bed so Hood has enough time to eat, considering his refusal to remove his helmet. You'd offered to blindfold yourself—he'd just laughed.

"Sure you don't want your room? It is, after all, yours," you say when you come out, fresh from your shower.

Hood glances at you briefly from where he's washing dishes. He's out of his jacket and suit, now only in jeans and a white t-shirt. Your face feels hot for some reason.

"I'm sure. Cute robe."

"Oh." You look down at the Wonder Woman robe your friend gave you. "Thanks. Got it for my birthday."

"I'll have to get myself one too," Hood says, drying a glass with a polka dot tea towel. "Big Wonder Woman fan."

"Yeah? We solve this case, and I'll get you all the robes you want, Red."

"Tempting."

You chew your lip as you watch him clean up. "Want any help?"

"Go to sleep, star reporter." He sounds amused.

"You try to be a polite guest only to get shot down..." you mumble.

On your way to Hood's room, you get distracted by a pile of documents on the coffee table. You stop, picking up the corner to read one. They're about the case, about all the labs that might be involved in the experiments.

Well... you can read just one. It seems like Hood's compiled a lot of information on his own.

You stand for a bit until your legs grow tired. Then you sit on the couch, making notes of what you do and don't know on a nearby writing pad.

"Did you get lost?"

Hood's watching you, leaning against the wall. It's weird to see his bare arms. His very sculpted, muscled arms. You think you peek a tattoo on his bicep.

"My attention was caught," you say, unrepentant. "Anyway, there's a lot of stuff I haven't seen. You've been holding out on me, Red."

"'S just theories, mostly. Didn't feel it was relevant to mention without hard proof."

"Ever hear of a work-life balance?" you ask.

Hood walks over and joins you on the couch, making the cushion dip. You bump shoulders briefly, before you move.

"Look who's talking, Pulitzer prize," he says.

"That's a very reasonable goal, and I'm not obsessed with it. You're just a workaholic. I have activities outside of wo—oh my God, work!"

You shoot up from the couch, panicked. "Fuck. Fuck! I haven't shown up in two days! I'm—"

"Hey, easy," Hood says, propping his socked feet up on the coffee table. "I called you out. Said you had the flu. No biggie."

"How did you call me out?"

He shrugs. "Pretended to be your boyfriend. Girl on the line was kinda rude about it. Didn't believe me at first."

"Red, I believe we've talked about these invasions of privacy."

"I'm just fulfilling my host duties. Is it true you haven't taken a day off in two years?"

You sigh. "Yes, okay? Fine. I'm a workaholic, too. That's why Jane, the secretary you spoke to, was so sassy about my having a boyfriend. It's pretty unbelievable."

"That's ridiculous. You could totally get a boyfriend. Some guys don't mind that."

"Like you?"

Hood tilts his head in acknowledgment. "Sure. Like me."

"Yeah, well, you're not exactly most men."

"And thank God for that."

You look at each other for another moment. Hood's tattoo is in clear view now: it's a bird surrounded by flowers. You can't tell the species of either one.

"Cool tattoo," you say, your tongue feeling too big for your mouth.

Hood turns his arm so the ink is hidden. "Thanks."

"Right." You start to walk backwards. "I think... I'm gonna go to bed."

"Sure," he says. "If y'need anything, holler."

"'Kay. Thank you for dinner. You're a great cook."

"You flatterer."

You smile. "Gotta stay in the Red Hood's good graces."

You start to walk away.

"Do you—waffles?"

You stop and turn. "Sorry?"

"I, uh... do you like waffles? For breakfast," he says. He rubs his thumb and forefinger together. Nervous habit.

"I love waffles for breakfast."

Hood nods. "Great. Good. Then I'll... we'll have those."

"Please don't wake up early just to make breakfast, Red."

"You're my guest. I'll do whatever I want."

You don't recall the prospect of waffles ever making your heart hammer in your chest. Weird.

"Right. Well, goodnight," you say.

"G'night, smarty."

****

You turn the case details in your mind over and over. It's better than thinking about beef bolognese and peeks of skin you shouldn't see and how Hood's sheets smell like lavender.

But you fall asleep thinking about robins. You don't know why. You can't recall ever seeing a robin in Gotham.

You're on a rooftop. It's the roof you met Hood on, all those months ago. There's a robin nesting with its babies on the crumbling bricks.

The sky is a sick shade of green. You see horrible faces in the shadows on the roof.

That face from the night of the attack returns. He's hideous. You remember the stench of his breath, the way his eyes bulged. He grins at you across the roof.

"He should've killed me when he had the chance," he says, voice distorted.

You look around. The robin is gone. Blood drips from your stomach.

You turn and your attacker is there, inches away. He plunges the knife into you again and again. You can't move. This is it. You will die.

You wake up to wet cheeks. You're hot, and you're screaming. You've died.

A cool, rough hand grabs your arm and you fight because you can't die, you won't die. Not today.

"Hey. Hey, hey! It's me, 's J—Hood. It's Hood."

The room is almost entirely dark, save for a sliver of light from the cracked curtains. You can't make out his face. His voice is different. Clearer. He's without his helmet.

You reach out and feel soft hair. The curve of a neck. A bicep. A warm, bare chest.

"Sure, honey. Cop a feel if that makes you feel better," he murmurs.

Your face screws up and you start to cry.

"Shit," Hood whispers. "Shit, shit. Can't get the comforting thing right, can I?"

The bed dips with his weight. Arms wrap around you. You launch yourself into those arms, that solid chest.

"He g-got me in the dream," you choke out. "He killed us, Red. I'm so scared."

"Nobody's getting me or you. I promise."

Hood's jaw is smooth. His hands are big on your back, rubbing circles. His bare knee bumps yours.

You clutch him tighter. He hums.

"'S okay," he says. "It's alright. I got ya. He can't hurt you. I'd tear apart anyone who tries."

He lets you cry for several minutes, petting you all the while. Hood's body is warm, almost unnaturally so, but his hands are cool. He engulfs you completely.

You wonder what color his hair is. His eyes. What shape his nose is. His... lips.

"God, I'm a terrible guest," you mumble after you've caught your breath. "Fuck. I'm so sorry to wake you."

He hums, the sound going through your chest. "Don't worry. I don't sleep much. And you're not the worst guest I've had. My brother stayed with me for a few days last month. That was hell."

"You have a brother?"

"Four, actually. And a sister."

"Wow. Do they know you're...?"

"Yeah. It was a whole thing. They're over it now."

"Cool family."

Hood grunts. "They're... something."

You smile and close your eyes. "You're not who I thought you were, Red."

"Yes, I know. Friendless and illiterate."

You pinch his side. He clucks his tongue in response.

"Cheeky," he says, the gravel in his voice shooting down your spine like lightning.

You pull back, suddenly aware of how long you've been touching him. Hood lets you have your space, scooting to the edge of the bed.

"You know what I mean," you say, glad it's dark and Hood can't see your wide eyes. "Not like that."

"I know. You thought I was a monster, ugly and alone, sleeping in a cave."

Blindly, you reach for his face, feel the shape of his jaw, his chin.

"Doesn't feel like an ugly face to me," you say quietly.

He exhales like you punched the air out of him.

"Trust me," he says. "The dark hides a lot."

You frown and pull away. "I didn't think any of those things, Red. I thought... I thought you were one-track minded. Now I realize that you're probably better adjusted than I am."

"Oh no, I got issues. Believe me. Definitely more than you. Not that it's a competition. 'Cept if it was, I'd win."

You smile. "Title is all yours, big guy. Gotta be a little crazy to do what we do."

"Sure. But you're the bravest soul I know. 'Cause you weren't forced into this. You hunted down the story yourself."

"Brave or stupid?" you ask.

"Brave. But it's a fine line."

Nope. It's definitely more stupid than not, clinging to the Red Hood in his own bed in the name of a case.

What are you doing?

"Ah, anyway." The bed shifts as Hood stands. You can just barely make out the shape of him. "You probably won't be going back to sleep any time soon, huh?"

You sigh. "No, probably not. Please feel free to take back your bed."

"Nice try. You, uh... like hot chocolate?"

"Oh. Yes, I do. But you don't have to do that."

"I've been awake," he says. "No trouble. C'mon."

Hood walks to the door and opens it. Light spills out and for a moment, you have a clear view of his back.

His hair is dark and wavy. His back is covered in silver scars and fresh bruises, broad and muscled. You can see the tendons shift as he walks out.

The Red Hood is a man. Made of flesh and blood. Carved, more like.

Your belly flutters. Fuck.

This is no longer just you working a case. And you're about as far from an informant as anyone can be.

#Jason todd x reader #Jason todd x you #Red Hood x reader #Red Hood fanfiction #red Hood x you #Jason todd fanfiction #Jason todd imagine #red Hood imagine #batman fanfiction #batman imagine #jason todd x yn #red Hood x yn #gender neutral reader #inbox #blurb

[mikareo]

“ ࣭⸰ ★ 1:04 AM . . . nanami kento (0.5k)

contains; nanami x fem!reader, established relationship, timestamp, extremely suggestive (but it's sfw) author's note; i found this in my docs from 2021

nanami kento is a dreamboat.

he gasps at the slightest touch of your hands, your fingertips grazing his navel—reaching below the hem of his sleeping shirt and pulling it up and over his head. the fabric is nothing but a loose garment in respect to the events that are about to take place; events that you’ve looked forward to since the moment he’d spoken his first words to you— that silly little order of coffee you’d never forget…not that you’d ever even want to forget a single second of time at his side. 

“please,” nanami murmurs against your lips.

he surges forwards again and again in attempts to get closer to you— to feel your warmth and reside in it until the sun rises over the horizon. you, his beautiful sunshine girl; the person that he wants to spend the rest of his life with. the only girl that he’s ever said those meaningful three words to. “i need more, baby. i need more of you. no one else, just you.” 

“just me?” you smirk, ghosting his lips and leaving him longing for more. 

rather than giving him exactly what he wants, which would be no fun at all, you take in the view, admiring the man that you’re so lucky to call yours. with his disheveled hair, void of styling gel and structure, he looks like something out of a movie. an actor on the silver screen staring at the costar that he accidentally fell in love with— a real-life fairytale, a real-life happily ever after. if there was a romance written based on your love story, you’d watch it a million times and more; over and over again until the dvd is too scratched up to play, to which you’d then move on to streaming services and have that film forever. nanami is better than a male lead from a romcom or kdrama.

he’s a dream.

he’s a dream you get to live every night. 

as you grip his face with your hands— tracing the corners of his jawline with gentle ease and love— your gaze dips down and notices your favorite part of the view. his toned skin and hardened abdomen are both things that you can never get used to no matter how often you stare. a six-pack, bordering eight, that’s yours for the keeping— a body like the gods, gifted to you in a garden of golden apples just for your picking. 

“kento,” you sigh out, breathing heavily and sighing at the feeling of his lips against your neck. no doubt, he’s leaving countless bruises and marks on your plush skin, with shades of purple and blue coming out of their hibernation and into the light that is the dawn of day— night turning to morning behind the sheer shades of your bedroom windows. “how is it that you’ve got me begging?”

letting out a harsh chuckle, he takes a hold of your torso, rolling over on the mattress in order to change your position— finding his natural place above you and dominating his presence over your meek posture. 

“quiet, baby.” nanami commands, reaching upwards and away from your waist. his thick fingers near your mouth, briefly taking them inside before yanking your chin down. “suck.” his eyes are dark, forcing you forward and down his digits. “suck like a good girl.”

you’re in for a long night.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀will be an ongoing set of timestamps w/ nanami ⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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[coffeefiction]

Love Binds (Wally Darling x Reader)

Hello, this is my first fanfic of a Wally Darling x reader and my first x reader in a long time. I hope you guys like this one.

TW: Unrequited Love, mentions of the reader being replaced, I guess a descend into one thinking, Angst maybe? (I'm not good at TW so if I missed anything, do tell me. This story might be triggering to some people so please be warned)

Part 1- Part 2- Part 3

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Being in love with someone who doesn't love you back was hard, getting used to it was harder, fully accepting it the most, and pretending that it's alright was the hardest. Love binds people, making them bend on their backs and break their bones in different places at different times. What did you do to go through it? You don't know, maybe you were just unlucky or maybe you were just stupid to believe someone will love you back, nonetheless, it hurt.

You and Wally have been friends for a good few years, going through the same college and moving into the same neighborhood, the puppet himself was quite the charmer and quite the friend that you can't help but fall for him. No matter how often you told yourself you can't and won't, you just did. You watch him grow from being just someone you know to being everyone's dreamboat in the neighborhood, always the gentleman, welcoming newcomers left and right and you would help him too. You were the closest out of the bunch, always (y/n) and Wally! There goes (y/n) and Wally again! Oh, look! It's (y/n) and Wally! Always blending with each other like one solid color.

It was fun for you, cause it made you and Wally closer than ever, always at the other's house to do the stupidest thing or to simply hang out until one unfaithful day..

There was a new neighbor in town, as always, being the friendly neighbors, you and Wally went off to say hi to them! Turns out, the new neighbor was moving across from Wally's house and her name was Veronica Williams! What a lovely lady she was, greeting you and Wally politely, she was such a joy to be around the moment you two greeted her. She was a jokester, and an artist, which Wally was ecstatic about, another artist on the block!

So why did you envy her? Maybe she was very pretty and if you compare yourself with her, you wouldn't reach her. Maybe because everyone seems to enjoy her company and that was fine! You were alright with that, the more and merrier! Am I right?!

Maybe you envy her because she was better than you on the things you do, maybe you envy her because she was outstanding or maybe you envy her because she was what all Wally talked about, from day to noon, she was always what he talked about. From how lovely she was to how sweet she was for helping Barnaby to how she was such an amazing woman for making him apple pie! Its wrong to envy her but you still do, you hated that slowly, it had seemed like everyone is just preferring her over than you and that was fine! You had other things to do anyway!

"Sorry (y/n), Veronica had already offer to help me with that! Lovely lady isn't she?" Julie said.

"Sorry lovely, Veronica over there asked me to help her with this, maybe next time?" Poppy said.

"Sorry kid, I'm kinda busy helping Ven right now," Barnaby said

"Awww man, Ver Ver already offered but thanks for the offer buddy," Eddie said

After them, soon enough everyone else is either declining your help or is busy helping her and that was fine! It was fine! She was new and she was being helpful and everyone is just being helpful towards her! 

"Sorry Love, I'm quite busy" Wally message you that after you ask if he wanted to hang out, it was fine, Wally was always the busy one, always making another artwork or doing art commissions. It wouldn't have hurt you, why would it? Wally was your best friend, the friendly man was always fun to hang around, especially with how he talked about the upcoming painting he plans to do. But why did it hurt? Maybe because you were just being dramatic, maybe you were just being stupid. He was just busy.

Or maybe because you see a clear view of Wally and Veronica together, laughing and having fun, talking to each other like they were the testiest of friends. It was fine, Wally is having fun and it was not his fault, he maybe wanted to hang out with her and not be bothered, the 'I'm busy' was always everyone's go-to excuse when they don't wanna do something.

You wanted to leave and just go home, let the two have fun on their own, you don't wanna ruin this, especially for Wally, he was your best friend and you love him. You don't wanna ruin his chance on his crush but why did it hurt? Why did Wally being with Veronica hurt?

Soon enough, it stopped being (y/n) and Wally. Wally slowly started to pull away from you, always stating how he needs to do something or that he and Veronica has something planned. Slowly, it was Wally and Veronica! Oh, look! It's Wally and Veronica! There goes Wally and Veronica!

It was fine, this hurt you and dampened your mood but it was fine! It's just Wally and Veronica! You watch as every memory you have with friends gets replaced, you watch as everything you used to do with your friends now does with Veronica. But it was fine! She is their friend too! Just like you are friends with them...

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If you guys want me to make a part two, let me know!

Sorry if the story is crap, I'm not the best writer on the block-

But I appreciate you guys reading this!

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[flwersgarden]

Yandere Elvis x a reader who pleases everyone and yet no one even gives or helps her in return

note: OOF this one hits a bit too close to home... i love it! *taps mic* THIS ONE IS FOR THE 'MIRRORBALL' / 'THIS IS ME TRYING' GIRLIES—

elvis presley. isn't he such a dreamboat?

you met him in school, the shy gaze boy who was such a sweet and kind soul.

at first, he thought you hated him. whenever he tried to speak to you, you would just stutter something and ignore him after that.

truth is, you couldn't just bare to have another 'friendship'.

one thing your mother always told you was that if you wanted love, you had to give in return.

as a child, you shared your toys even if you stayed alone while the others played with them, shared your food even if you were starving, covered up for someone even if it ended with you being yelled at. you didn't care at being the beaten up bag because you thought this would gain you love and appreciation.

but you learned when you were eighteen years old, while being laughed at in the middle of the parking lot; after being stood up as a prank, that you will never receive love.

no matter how much homework you give, how much comfort you bring. you will never be loved.

elvis first talked to you when he sat with you in first period.

“ hiya. ”

you hummed.

“ 'm elvis. ” he extended his hand, which you shook quietly.

elvis sat there, waiting for your name.

you never gave it. and when he was about to ask, the bell sounded and you stood up quickly to catch up for the next class. leaving elvis sitting there, alone, smelling the soft roses of your shampoo.

you intrigued him. so, he tried speaking to you but after every single try you would just hum in acknowledge of his presence and chuckle awkwardly every time he tried to joke.

he frowned everytime. i mean, his mama told him he was funny and dixie laughed at every silly thing he did.

“ are you disgusted by me? ”

you slightly jump away from your locker, closing it, finding elvis looking at you with a guilty look nervously playing with his fingers.

“ n-no. ” you try to stammer quickly, ashamed to give the wrong impression. “ no, i'm sorry. ”

you sigh, rubbing your face with your hand before you turn towards him.

“ forgive me. it's just that, i've been very tired lately and i didn't want to throw it on you or something. ” you explain yourself. “ but even with that i made you feel bad, i'm very sorry, really. ”

elvis kept looking at you. curious at your reaction.

“ t-tired? ” he asked, shaking his head. “ with what? ”

“ i'm studying. ”

“... for what, we don't have any exams. ” elvis stubbornly said, trying to find out if you're lying to him.

“ i am in a program for young students. need a scholarship for college. ” you quickly explain, again.

elvis just opens his mouth in an 'o' shape before nodding.

“ yeah, right, sure, i-. ” he stammers, shaking his head, bringing his hand to his hair suddenly feeling embarrassed for interrogating you.

the only sound that could be heard are the ones of multiple students talking.

“ sorry. shouldn't have come up to you like this. ” elvis tries to apologize before you interrupt him.

“ no! don't worry. ” you chuckle. “ it's fine, it's good that we communicate, y'know. it would've sucked for both of us if you thought i didn't like you or something. ”

he chuckles while nodding. “ yeah. hurted my feeling a bit. ” he joked, bringing his hand to his heart while mocking a hurt expression in his face.

“ no, no, i'm sorry. ” you giggle.

elvis finds himself enthralled by the sound.

“ i should make it up to you. do you like pasta? ” you suddenly ask, leaving elvis shrugging as an answer. “ my mom works in this Italian restaurant and she makes the greatest pasta, i could bring a you some. ”

elvis nods. “ i'd love to, though, you shouldn't have, really. it should be me the one making it up to you. ”

you quickly deny his attempts in apologizing before the bell rings, and like clockwork, you grab your things and run to the classroom after shouting a quick 'g'bye' to elvis.

elvis smiles at the smell of your shampoo.

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but that was a long time ago.

now, elvis and you are the bestest of friends. you tell each other everything and you aren't afraid to be yourself around him.

the thing is that when elvis started to get famous, you noticed a few... changes in his way of treating you.

the first weird thing he did was when you, elvis and dixie were at a dinner. dixie was telling you both about this funny thing that happened to her and while you and elvis were laughing, a man came to your table.

“ hey. ” he said with his eyes stuck on you.

elvis and yours laughter died.

“ uh. hey. ”

the man laugh.

“ don't be a scaredy cat. i won't hurt ya'. ”

elvis clenched his jaw. “ hey, man, why don't ya' leave us alone. ”

the man turned to elvis, the glass of beer in his hand being pointed at him. “ shut it, fairy. i ain't talking to your girl. ” he turned to you. “ i'm talking to this angel. ”

elvis suddenly stood up, the table moving far from the three of you, dixie standing up too as an instinct; her hand placed in his chest while you looked at him, amazed at his sudden angry demeanor, still sitting.

“ elvis, calm down. ” dixie whispered.

“ nuh-uh. what, boy, you wanna fight? ” the man taunted elvis who tried to move from dixie's hold.

“ yeah, i could break your teeth. ”

“ enough! ” you stand up just in time as the man tried to swing at elvis. you turned to the unwelcome visitor. “ i'm sorry, i am enjoying my friends at the moment. ”

the man scoffs, muttering a 'bitch' under his breath before turning and leaving you there.

“ that son of a bitch-. ”

“ stop it! ” you put your hand in his chest, pushing him away as dixie makes him seat. “ doesn't matter. ”

elvis looks at you bewildered. “ y/n, he said a rude thing to you. ”

“ well, it's not the first time! ” you suddenly snap at him, your arms raised before falling to your sides.

elvis and dixie look at you, shocked.

you shake your head. “ i'm sorry. must go. ” you mumble before grabbing your purse and leaving.

you and elvis didn't talked for two days after that. it wasn't until elvis brought flowers and candies to your door that the two of you forgave each other.

the second time was when he told you about his breakup with dixie.

“ you what?! ” you stand up from the couch in his parent's apartment, he followed you, missing the touch of your hands in his.

“ y/n-. ”

“ no, stop. don't try to distract me. why did you do that? ” you say, feeling yourself growing frustrated from elvis' choice.

“ the colonel told me to! ” he tried to defend himself, hand pointing at the door.

“ you are your own person, elvis! that couldn't affect your sales, the girls would just move on, what-?! ”

“ doll, the colonel is an expert. he knows what he's talking about and-. ” he sighs, putting some fingers in his forehead. “ i need the money. ”

you watch him in silence, shocked at how easy elvis threw dixie away for that... dumb reason.

“ so? am i supposed to say: hurray, elvis, you gonna get ten thousand bucks tomorrow for dumping dixie? ”

elvis sighs again, looking away from you, clearly embarrassed from his decision.

you calm yourself before looking away too, sniffing and stopping the tears.

“ i can't imagine how heartbroken she must be. ” you mumble, sitting on the couch again, covering your mouth with your hand.

it was a big hit for you. because that's what people did to you.

they threw you away at any opportunity they had. would elvis do the same if the colonel told him to? you realize you have to soft the blow for yourself.

“ so... ” you whisper. “ what happens to me? ”

elvis looks at you, frowning. “ what do you mean, doll? ” he whispers.

“ i mean. did the colonel told you the same about me? do i gotta go too? ”

before you could even end your sentence, elvis walks to you, grabs your hands and crouches in front of you. “ no. you stay here with me. ”

you look at him with glossy eyes, elvis feels his heart being torn apart. “ no- doll, listen to me. ”

you keep quiet as he clears his throat. “ no one, not even the colonel, will tear us apart, 'kay? ”

you sniff.

“ okay? ” he softly says, one of his hand caressing your cheek.

the feeling you feel is... weird. unknown.

little did you knew, it was the feeling of being loved in return. of being comforted. of being wanted.

you nod, smiling a bit before hugging him; he quickly reciprocated the action.

he was smiling, smelling your shampoo.

while you were trying not to cry, remembering dixie. your friend.

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the third time was when he bought Graceland.

he told you and his parents to accompany him as he had a surprise for the three of you.

he even sent you dresses to your houses and told you to look good.

“ i mean, you always look pretty but this is an extra thing. ” he said with a soft smile, trying to convey he didn't mean anything wrong with it.

but as your eyes caught the big house with the SOLD sign plastered in front of it you thought he wasn't joking about the big surprise.

he got out of the car, helping you and his mom too before walking excitedly to the front door, taking out their keys and showing it to you while you were walking in front of gladys and vernon.

“ come on, doll. i want you to be the one to open it. ”

you took the keys, clearing your throat before opening the big door.

and as you entered, you couldn't make out any word. gladys just gasped while vernon smiled and congratulated his son. elvis looked proud as he showed the whole house to you and his mom.

after all that, you two were sitting on the couch while his parents were at the kitchen.

“ so. what d'ya think? ” elvis asked you, drinking from his own beer while you held your tea in both of your hands.

“ uhm, it's... ” you took a sip from your tea before nodding. “ beautiful. big. ” you laughed a bit after the last word, elvis laughing with you.

“ yeah. it has a lot of rooms. ”

“ i imagine. ” you chuckled, drinking from your tea.

elvis cleared his throat. “ well, it has four rooms. ” he softly said. “ perfect for us. ”

you frowned, looking at him. “ but you and your parents are three. ”

elvis looked at you, raising his eyebrows a bit before licking his lips.

“ oh. ” you say.

elvis quickly leaves his beer in the coffee table in front of you, grabs your cup and leaves it next to it before grabbing your hands.

“ doll, our life was a mess. a disaster back there. i want you to live here with me, with my pops. ”

you try to focus yourself in what he is saying but your mind keeps trying to comprehend the situations.

“ i want you to live safely, secure. in here, no one is gonna hurt ya'- and i'll be here to take care of ya'. you can help my mama in making dinner, you could even ask for your mama's pasta recipe. ”

he was talking so quick you felt like throwing up.

you stood up, grabbing your belly as you looked at the fireplace.

elvis sighs. “ baby. ” he stands up and keeps himself next to you. “ i want you to be next to me. you've been there since the beginning and you deserve this. ”

he grabs your arms, shakes you a bit before leaning his head towards yours.

“ you always give, and give, and give... when has anyone ever given you something in return? ”

you close your eyes, shaking your head.

elvis continues.

“ i have never asked for anything in these years we have been friends, have i? ”

you feel his body press against yours.

“ the only thing i am asking you is to not abandon me the way others have done to you. ”

you break at that, turning around to hide your face in his chest as you cry. elvis hugs you, caressing your hair while he shushes you, comforting you the way he learned to.

“ you will never be stepped on again, my baby, i promise you that. everyone will respect you. ”

you sob, straining your tears in his lace expensive shirt.

“ because you will no longer be a nobody. ”

you open your eyes as he grabs your cheeks, making you look at him. his gaze is fierce, his blue eyes freezing your thoughts.

“ you will now be my girl stepping on everyone else. ”

you keep quiet as he kisses your nose with so much affection you could feel yourself melting.

he lets you go as gladys calls the both of you for dinner.

the fireplace cracks behind you.

#request 🤍 #yandere austin!elvis x reader #yandere austin!elvis #yandere elvis x reader #yandere elvis #yandere #austin!elvis fic #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader

[differenteagletragedy]

Hey not the same anon but I saw the Cliff HCS and was curious if you had any more thoughts on the possible little sibling for cove you mentioned in the first ones. I’d imagine it would definitely be an unplanned ordeal with how I see Cliff at least(obviously okay if you see differently! But the guy just had his own little guy grow up and leave the nest so I can’t see baby 2: electric bungaloo being planned) but I just have this image in my head of both Cliff and (his ofc)MC freaking out because they think MC is dying, rushing to the hospital and getting back a “not dying, just pregnant” and both of them going “oh. OH!” (1/2)

This was a two-parter! Here's the rest:

But yeah! Plus only-child-turned-big-brother Cove is such a fun concept to because while there’s probably a lot of emotions™️ there, I just know he cries the first time he holds the nugget. (Also Canon!MC whether dating Cove or not is honorary big sibling as well). But to wrap it up whether you have any ideas or hcs for this idea yourself(absolutely okay if you don’t ofc!) I love the whole dynamic of Cliff’s MC and I hope you have super fun with writing whatever it is you do next!

-- Thank you friend, I will have so much fun! And I have so many thoughts about Cliff doing all the things!

-- So honestly I could see it going either way. By the time Cove turns 18 and moves out, Cliff isn't even 40 yet, he's active and healthy and being a dad is his favorite thing ever, so I could see him planning a second child with you, after he's sure Cove wouldn't be upset by the idea.

-- Some parents would be like "My child is grown now, I am living my own life and if they don't like it then that is sad but I have to live for myself, even if it upsets them." And that is just not Cliff.

-- But Cove wouldn't mind either, it wouldn't have to be some big ordeal. He loves his dad and wants him to be happy, and he knows you make him happy, and it might be fun to have a little sibling, even if they're going to be a very very little to him.

-- Cliff is going to really like the process of trying for a baby. Sorry but it's true, do whatever you want with that.

-- He'd be really active in tracking your ovulation, mapping out the best times to try, all that. And boy does he have a can-do attitude!

-- When you do get pregnant, what a gift you have given him. He is going to be over the moon. He already takes care you you like nobody's business, but you haven't seen anything yet.

-- But a surprise pregnancy is always fun (in fiction lol, be safe out there)! Once he figured out where you were with it, he would also be on cloud nine, pleased as punch, so on and so forth. Because sure, it is a little wild to raise a whole entire person from the time they are born until the time they are an adult then turn around and repeat the process entirely like that, but he's more than up for it.

-- He knows the baby is going to be their own person, and he'd never try to use them as some sort of redemption for himself. But he is still determined to not repeat his old mistakes. He will communicate with you about everything, you will make every important decision together, a team 100%.

-- Cliff is an absolute dreamboat and it's a shame that we don't talk about it more. We're a small enough fandom that we could be having regular meetings to address issues like this.

-- He goes with you to an ultrasound and you're told that the baby is measuring weeks ahead and is going to be a big baby! Cliff is smug. Also hopeful that this one won't outgrow him like Cove did. He likes being a big boy.

-- And then what if the baby comes out tan with blonde hair looking just like him, what about that.

-- Cliff with a newborn is crazy. He is running on fumes but you'd never know it because he's just so damn happy. You know those dads who never change a diaper or insist on not waking up in the night because they need their rest for work. Could NEVER be Cliff.

-- Cove comes to visit at the hospital after the baby is born, he's not really sure how it will feel and he's been a little detached during the pregnancy, not out of any kind of meanness, just because he can't really grasp at that point what this means for his life, you know? But when he meets the baby for the first time, maybe they have a feature or two of his, some kind of familial resemblance, and THAT'S HIS LITTLE BROTHER/SISTER. He's a big brother. Thoughts racing, tears flowing, utter joy unlocked.

-- He is going to be the best big brother the world has ever seen, he is determined. He asks Derek for advice. He researches how to take care of babies. He wants to babysit! So many presents for the baby. So many plans made for every stage of baby's life. Cove is talking to his MC about them renewing their wedding vows one day and if he should ask Cliff to be his best man again or ask the new baby, and MC is like "........"

-- Kyra is involved, that's her baby's baby sibling and she is so happy for Cliff she can't stand it. You have to be cool with Kyra to be with Cliff too, that's a rule, but it's not like it'll be hard.

-- I said this in another one, but it's going to be really important for Cliff to keep the house in Sunset Bird if at all possible. That's where Cove did most of his growing up, and he knows it would be hard on him to lose it. Cove would be totally fine with giving up his old room that he's not ever going to use again for his new baby sibling.

-- Living by the beach, his best friends across the street, his oldest child living nearby and his baby safe in his arms, and you, the love of his life, by his side through all of it. What a life Cliff has.

#our life beginnings and always #cliff holden #cliff holden x you #cliff holden x mc #cliff holden x reader #this is now a cliff holden stan account #no thoughts only cliff

[fathermarty]

I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend ✰ Cedric Diggory

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Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Fem!Reader

Requested Anonymously: "hello! I was wondering if you could do a Cedric diggory x female reader fluff (they’ve been best friends for years) where they are studying by the black lake or any lake and then they start getting playful and teasing each other, so they eventually play fight their way into the lake (maybe Cedric throws her in after many times of telling her to join him in the water) and start being playful again until they realize the position they’re in and stare at each other realizing that they could be something more than just friends and then a sweet kiss (he holds her face) ensues :) and they ask each other out! a song inspired this but I forgot which one so if you have a song that can go with this lmk haha!"

Warning(s):

So I don't know if this is the song you were thinking of, but I for sure thought of "i wanna be your girlfriend" by girl in red when reading this request. I really hope you like it, xx.

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"Cedric would you just sit down?!" You playfully yell at your best friend who went from skipping rocks to throwing random twigs into the lake.

"Buy y/n/n! I want to go swimming, go swimming with me?" The smile on his face knocks the breath right out of you. Your heart swells at anything this boy does, but when he smiles it unlocks something else inside of you.

"Ced, I am in my school robes. I don't want to go into the lake!" You return to looking at your book, not being able to concentrate on the words in front of you because Cedric is staring at you.

"C'mon y/n, I promise the Black Lake won't eat you!" He teases you with a lazy smirk planted on your face.

"I'm not worried about the lake eating me! It is cold, and we don't have any towels to dry off."

"You're a party pooper, I will go swim by myself." Cedric takes off in a sprint towards the water. You smile at his retreating figure, thinking you are off the hook.

Oh were you wrong, you didn't even hear Cedric approach you, but when your book went flying you saw the boy in front of you with a mischievous smirk.

"Cedric Diggory! If you touch me while you are sopping wet I will bloody kill you!" You say slowly but with a smirk.

"I would love to see you try dove." Cedric grabs both your hands to pull you up from the ground.

You are smiling but also trying to resist him pulling you into the lake. "Y/n stop fighting!"

"NEVER!" At this Cedric picks you up bridal style and takes off to the lake. You stop fighting and instead brace yourself for the inevitable surrounding of water.

When Cedric reaches the water he takes a few steps in, and then turns around and trust falls into the water with you secured in his arms. Both of you come up, but now you are sitting in his lap. You both laugh and realize you are closer than expected.

Cedric cradles your face to wipe the mascara running down your cheeks. The gesture is so small, but monumental when realizing you both are looking into each other's eyes, holding your breath.

"I don't wanna be your friend, I want to kiss your lips," Cedric whispers, still cradling your face gently.

"What are you waiting for?" That is all Cedric needed to hear before he brought your face to his connecting your lips. You wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to be as close as you could to him. The kiss was so soft and spoke more for both of you than you could ever express. It was love, you both knew it, you both could feel it from the other.

You pull away, "I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath." Cedric smiles and places his forehead against yours.

"Oh, y/n, I believe I have fallen for you so deeply."

"Good thing Ced, I have loved you forever."

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Cedric is a dreamboat, he's so soft and sweet. Ugh I love him.

How did this turn out? Good, bad? It's my first time writing for Cedric, so I hope y'all love it. My request are open!! <3

#cedric diggory #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x female reader #cedric diggory x you #golden trio era #hufflepuff #harry potter fan club #hogwarts #slytherin #gryffinfor #ravenclaw

[meechatuck]

More Hector stuff, are you even surprised?

So this is a HectorxReader fic. I’ve had the idea for literally over a year now and have never had the motivation to write it...until I read a ScroogexReader fic. Yes I am on the Netflix Scrooge is a GILF train, no shame. (His VA is dreamboat Luke Evans.)

Anyways, I laugh that this was supposed to be a cutesy fic and not too long. It ended up being a little over 4k words and on the NSFW side (nothing explicit, but very suggestive!). Yet when I try and make something NSFW it turns into cutesy fluff. I see an unfortunate pattern emerging.

So here you are. A HectorxReader fic. Never written one of these before and I think I managed to make it gender neutral. I guess let me know! I would rate it as mature as it’s pretty suggestive and there's sexual tension, and some hot kissing. I do plan on posting this to my AO3 eventually.

Hector x Reader Fic: Measuring Up

4K words

Rated: Mature for suggestive sexual situations, sexual tension, making out.

As one of the head tailor’s children, you are expected to help out with any and all matters of dressing the King & Brotherhood of the Dark Kingdom, even getting the lost measurements of the dubious, but attractive Hector.

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Your nerves were shot. You couldn’t believe that your father was having you do this, but secretly you had dreamt of this. Since moving to the Dark Kingdom you had wondered what the people here would be like, especially the members of the Brotherhood. They were legendary.

Quirin was a tank of a man. Stout, strong, and, surprisingly, one of the sweetest people you had ever met in your life. His fierceness came out when training with the guards and other Brotherhood members, which was easily seen, but outside of that you had seen him help the locals with their gardens and discuss different planting strategies with the farmers (who knew that was even a thing!). The best was seeing his love for his quirky son Varian. He was a giant softie under that stoic exterior.

Adira. Oh Adira. She was a gorgeous and deadly woman. And she knew it. You couldn’t even count the number of times she had thrown her opponents across the training ring. The only thing that outmatched that woman’s strength was her confidence in herself. Adira could level any opponent, even Quirin and King Edmund, and come out with hardly a scratch on herself.

They were both amazing warriors, but one member of the Brotherhood had caught your eye. And dammit he always seemed to be right there, in the corner of your periphery. And if he wasn’t there, he was in your thoughts. The wild gleam in his green eyes looking right at you. His swaggered gait, surely from years of injuries and fighting.

“Don’t forget to write down the measurements! And don’t lose them!” your father called out as you made your way to the stairs.

“Got it!” you answered, realizing that you were going to his quarters. Hector.

In the last few days, there were preparations being made for a certain Brotherhood ceremony that was a tradition since its creation. Their usual ceremonial outfits had long since degraded into nothing but rags, due to sitting around here in the castle for twenty-five years. Your father was the head tailor for King Edmund, who requested your father to make new outfits. Everything had been straightforward and going smoothly, until it was discovered that Hector’s measurements had been lost.

You had seen your father lose his temper before, but this caused him to have a conniption fit. Luckily, you hadn’t been the one to take the measurements. You knew how and had done it plenty of times, but your father had entrusted it to your older and very single sister, who had no idea where the paper had gone. In the heat of their discussion, you were there in the room, sorting and cutting fabric when he suggested that you get the measurements. At first, you smugly accepted, seeing the furious look on your sister’s face made it all worthwhile. But now, as you ascended the stairs to the floor where Hector’s room was, you suddenly felt ill.

It crossed your mind to go back and see if someone else could do it, but giving your sister that satisfaction was out of the question. You had to do this. Not only to prove that you could be trusted with things like this, but you had been dying to talk to Hector alone for weeks. It wasn’t like he didn’t know who you were, but there hadn’t been many times to have much personal discussions. Or any kind of a discussion other than small talk and fixing clothing. He was gone from the castle a great deal; hunting, training, gathering intel, taking out rogue bandit groups, other things like that. Several times when he came to have something of his patched you would leap up and get to him first. Those conversations were quick, but oh so enjoyable. The only unfortunate thing was that a family member was usually around, so you would keep any flirting to a minimum to avoid being found out and teased.

But this was your golden opportunity. Your shining moment. You would have uninterrupted time alone with him in his quarters.

Your stomach churned uncomfortably and you swallowed down an inkling of heaving. You could do this. It was just flirting. You’d done it before. Whether or not it had been successful was another question, but still! You could do this! It was your one and only shot to show him your professional tailoring skills as well as show him your interest.

Suddenly his door was in front of you. Trying to control your uneven breathing, you adjusted the small bag of supplies in your hands and knocked firmly on the door. The seconds it took to finally open felt like centuries.

The door opened, revealing his piercing green eyes, “Uh you’re the tailor’s kid right?” He tapped the door for a moment in thought, “Y/n?”

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered and bit your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself calm. “I’m here to get your measurements again, they were lost somehow. I apologize if it is an inconvenient time. I can come back tomorrow morning if that suits you better.”

“Nah, now’s fine,” Hector waved, opening the door more. “Come in.” You stepped into his room and he closed the door behind you. “I needa change right?”

You glanced him up and down and nodded, “Yes that would be best. Something more form fitting will allow me to get more accurate measurements.”

“Alright,” he drawled and walked to the other side of the room. “Do ya mind turnin’ ‘round?”

Your quizzical look rapidly changed to embarrassment as he started to tug the tunic he was wearing up and off his body. “My apologies!” You spun around, hoping he hadn’t seen the heat creeping into your cheeks.

After an awkward wait, he told you he was ready. You turned to see him standing in front of his fireplace in a black, form fitted jumpsuit of sorts. All the saliva in your mouth seemed to dry up as you looked him over. You tried to tell yourself it was for tailor purposes, but the way your eyes lingered over his form said otherwise.

“Uh yes, let’s get started!” You stated stepping over to him. The bag you brought was carefully emptied onto the small side table in front of him. You unrolled your tape measure and laid it across the back of your neck and let the ends dangle down by your hips. You placed your small sewing book and a stick of graphite on the table and flipped the book to a blank page. Turning to face him, you took a deep breath preparing yourself. Measuring someone for their clothing was routine for you and you were going to try your damndest to keep it that way. You wouldn’t let your mind get carried away, even though it had in the past in your daydreams.

You started at the neck line, asking him to stand in his normal stance. You closed the space between the two of you, getting close enough to wrap the tape measure around his neck.

“Feels a lil dangerous with ya doin’ that,” he playfully commented. You raised your gaze to his, seeing him looking right at you.

You tried to focus on getting enough air into your lungs so you could reply, “I uh, can see why you’d think that.” A short laugh followed your statement as your brain scrambled for what to say next. “But you don’t have much to worry about with me, I’m only dangerous with scissors.” You felt your face heat at your ridiculous reply.

Hector chuckled and you felt your blush spread to your neck. Trying to recover, you focused on your tape measure, making sure that it was sitting in the right places before tightening it slightly. The dim lighting from the fireplace illuminated him from behind, making the markings on the tape almost impossible to decipher. Moving your face just inches from the tape measure, you could finally read it when you realized your face was also inches from his neck. The gentle rise and fall of his chest seemed to quicken and you swiftly stepped back. “Got it, 13 1/2 inches.”

After the measurement was written down, you moved to the next one: the chest. Hector stood close to the fireplace, close enough that circling around him would cause him to need to move. You knew it was best if he stood still, to ensure the tape stayed level. “I need to measure the chest next,” your words came out a little shakier than you wanted. “I’ll have you hold your arms up a bit so I can get the tape around you.”

Hector obeyed and you reached both arms behind him to exchange the tape between your hands. His woodsy scent filled your nose as you stood close to him. You hesitated to pull back, basking in the warmth that radiated off him. Or was it from the fire? If you encircled your arms you could pull him close in a tight embrace. The thought caused you to stiffen and jerk back, the tape almost slipping from your grip. You thought you saw a smirk play on his lips, but kept your gaze down at your tape measure, the only thing grounding you. Your fingertips brushed his chest. He wasn’t well-muscled like Quirin or Adira, but perfectly toned beneath your light touch. It was one of the things you admired about him. He favored the speed of attack over brute force. A certain memory surfaced, one of him showing off his acrobatic abilities when training some of the recruits. The way he could move his body and flip through the air. That mischievous smirk on his face.

“I ain’t a tailor or nuthin’,” Hector’s drawl pulled you from your thoughts. Your eyes found his hooded-and possibly sultry?-gaze. “But that might be a bit tight there.”

You saw that the tape was indenting into his skin, “Oh, yes. S-sorry.” You loosened it and leveled the tape back out, one of your hands pressing it down as subtly as possible. He swayed forward and your hand was feeling his firm pectoral. The heat in your face and neck traveled down into your gut, making your mind run wild.

“No problem.”

Your brain barely processed the numbers on the tape measure and you recorded them in the book. “Next is your sleeve measurement-” you paused, worried that you were annoying him with your narration of the process. “Sorry, you probably don’t need to hear me explain every detail of what I’m doing to you.”

He leaned in, his face close enough you could see a faint scar near his upper lip. You had never noticed it before. “I don’ mind it.” His eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. “I don’ mind it at all.”

You swore his eyes seemed to burn with some kind of desire, but your mind asked how that could be. Another part of you worried that you were just imagining it. You managed to squeak out an okay before asking him to turn around. You gently pressed the end of the tape at the middle of his back, between his shoulders, and pulled it to the curve of his shoulder. Your first and second finger held it in place, then pulled the rest of the tape measure down to his wrist. You wrapped your middle finger and thumb around the tape, securing it, as you lifted his arm up to see the number. Mentally noting it, you could have sworn you felt his pulse and that it was at a racing speed. As you wrote down the measurement, you started to wonder if this was a bad idea. You were so distracted and he seemed to be acting strangely. There was no way that he was interested in you like that, you had to be making him uncomfortable. But then why did his eyes look so alluring? Or was that just how his eyes were?

Taking a deep calming breath, you decided to get through this as quickly as possible. For both your sakes.

You breezed through the next few measurements. Waist? Check. Width of the hips? Check. Waist to hips? Check. Thigh, knee, calf, and ankle? Check.

As you wrote the last few down, you realized the next few minutes might be your undoing. Crotch measurements and inseam. You decided, for your own mental sanity, to have him help you with the crotch measurements.

“Please hold this here,” you instructed, holding the end of the tape on his stomach at his waist. You squatted down and exchanged the tape at his knees, nowhere near his crotch. Bringing it up from behind, you brought it up to his waist line. The tape measure fell in the front and Hector managed to snatch it before it hit the ground.

“Ah shit,” Hector mumbled.

“It’s fine,” you offered. “Just put it back at the waistline.”

“Where?”

You held the tape in place on his back and moved to stand at his side. “Right here,” you explained, faintly touching the spot.

“Kay.” His smooth voice suddenly took on an enticing tone. You realized his arm was brushing against your chest. Then, his hand rested over yours. “Like that?” The air was almost sickly warm, humid. You could feel his exhaled breath on your cheek.

“Y-yeah.”

Hector moved, enough that you weren’t touching, but he was still so tantalizingly close. Wading through the fog in your brain, you remembered that you were taking measurements. Your movements were sluggish, getting back behind him to see what number the tape was at. You released the tape measure once you had the number, two could play at this game. As you stepped in front of him, your hand brushed his hip and down below his navel.

“Thanks for the help,” you breathed with a smile and grasped the tape measure. As you slowly turned, you let your hand brush back over his lower abdomen, and recorded the measurement.

Straightening your posture and turning back to face him, you saw he was looking away and covering his mouth. A streak of apprehension went through you. “This is the last measurement, then I can leave.”

“The leg one?”

“Uh yes,” You answered, noticing his averted eyes.

“Kay.”

You proceed carefully, unsure if you had been to forward with the flirtatious touching just moments ago. But if it was too much wouldn’t he say so? Hector was not someone to hold back from speaking his mind. As your knees touched the floor, you glanced at the current inseam of his outfit and bit your lip. It was a very fitted outfit and, of course, it was at your eye level. The tailor part of your brain finally wriggled forward, “Do you have a preference on where your inseam meets?”

Hector took a moment to answer, almost like he was distracted, “What?”

Grimacing, you tried to think of the best way to reword the question. Straightforward was best, but not the most tactful. “Where would you like the crotch of your pants to be? Usually it isn’t as tight as your uh current clothing.”

You were grateful to at least be down below him, so he couldn’t see you blushing furiously. He was quiet for a time, making you worry about this whole encounter and think that your father should have come himself. If this all was completely unwanted, what would Hector say to others about your family and how they raised you?

“I dunno. Whatever ya think would be best. Yer the tailor right?” he finally broke the silence.

“The inseam is usually an inch or so below where it is now,” you explained,then started running the tape measure up his leg. Halfway up, you realized that your hand was practically stroking his leg, but you had to hold enough pressure to keep the tape in place. You felt him shiver at your touch and tried to focus, hoping it was a good expression of his current state.

Looking over the tape to ensure it was properly placed, you mentally noted the number and pulled your hands from him. You let out a small sigh of relief, finally finished with this task that should not have been this difficult. As you moved to stand, your gaze went up to find Hector staring at you, freezing you to that spot. His green irises were hardly visible, his pupils dilated wide with some kind of animalistic lust. It made your insides twist pleasurably. Heat bloomed from deep down, as you realized the debauchery of your current position.

On your knees.

Looking up at him.

Your face at the perfect height that if you were to lean forward…

You didn’t let yourself finish that thought.

You just continued to stare back at him, your gazes locked together. You could see his chest begin to rise and fall faster, his cheeks and the bridge of his nose ruddy in color. A part of you was screaming to break eye contact, telling you this was too much. Then, there was that other part of you, telling you to keep that eye contact and to act out the fantasy you were sure he was thinking of.

A hand gently caressed your cheek, startling you, but not breaking your gaze. Hector’s mouth opened into a crooked smile, showing off his sharp canine. “Ya look good down there.”

Your prudish half won out.

Quickly rolling back onto the balls of your feet, you stood tall and felt dizzy. The blood rushing throughout your body thundered in your ears.. Hector's eyes softened, but you turned around before you could see anything else. You wrote down the measurement that you could barely remember and took several deep breaths.

"O-okay, that should be everything I need," you announced, your back still to him. "I hope I haven't inconvenienced you." Your shaky hands started gathering the things on the small table, placing them into your bag.

"Trust me, ya didn't," Hector's voice was steady and firm. Light footsteps came from behind and you could sense he was standing right behind you. "'Sides, I think ya missed a measurement."

Your nerves were already a mess and that statement made it worse. You knew how distracted you had been, but to be so distracted that he could notice that you missed something? You must look absolutely pathetic to him.

Wrapping your tape measure back around your neck, you turned, facing him, "What did I-" You didn't get a chance to finish.

Several things happened in a short period of time, once you had turned to face him. Hector's face was in a smug smirk, his eyes trained on your tape measure. He grabbed it together in one hand, just below your collarbone, and used it to tug you towards him.

Your lips collided together in a rough and desperate kiss. Before you could process that this was really happening, your mouth acted for you, melding into his. A strong hand gripped your lower back, holding you against his lean form. It wasn't needed, there was nothing that could pull you away from him right now. Your hands made their way up to the sides of his face. One holding his cheek and the other snaking into his hair.

Hector groaned softly, emboldening your tongue to slowly and sensually swipe across his bottom lip. A growl vibrated through his lips and your tongue pulled back, only for his teeth to rake across your upper lip. To your embarrassment, a whimper escaped, causing his bite to lessen and then let go altogether.

Your eyes locked with one another, puffing breathes the only thing between you. Hector looked guarded now, unsure of how to proceed. You helped him decide, pressing your lips back onto his, your tongue searching for his. He gladly let you explore.

The door to his room swung open loudly. A familiar, feminine voice called out, "Okay, I'm done babysitting your children Hec-" Adira stopped mid-word, seeing you two intertwined together. Even the bear cats stopped and stared for a moment, unsure who this new person was.

There was an audible noise when you pulled away from Hector, who acted like Adira walking in wasn't a reason to stop. You looked away, fidgeting with your tape measure, hoping the heat in your face wasn't visible to either of them.

"Perfect timing as always," Hector muttered. ���Thanks.”

"Ah, well here are your children back Hector." The teasing lilt in Adira's voice was palpable. "Let me know if you need me to take them on a walk again so can-what was it again? Rest up?"

"Thank you Adira. That'll be all,” he growled.

"Alright! Don't get too worked up now, that's their job," Adira nodded her head in your direction. Before Hector could throw another threat, she let out a quick laugh and closed the door.

"Finally," he grumbled and grasped your face, pulling you into a tender kiss. It only lasted a few moments, before he rested his forehead on yours, kissing the bridge of your nose. “Been wantin’ to do that for awhile now.”

“Really?”

“Course, why’d you think I went to your family to fix my clothes?” Hector asked sincerely, a blush spreading on his cheeks. “Been patchin’ my own clothes since I went to the Great Tree.” Your heart was fluttering in your chest at his confession. He fingered the tape measure around your neck, reminding you why you came here in the first place.

You let out a disappointed groan, "I probably should be going. My father needs these measurements as soon as possible."

"Yer probably right," Hector mumbled, brushing the side of your face. "I'll just have ta have you measure me for more clothes or sumthin'." You gave him a genuine smile and nodded. He cocked a brow at you, "Ya can even measure both my wrists. Together. An above my head." Heat stirred deep inside you at the picture that conjured in your mind. "If ya ever feel like it." Hector added on, kissing your cheek with a smirk.

As he pulled away you caught his lips again, this kiss much less chaste than the last. His hands cupped your face and you felt your tape measure slip from your shoulders. Ignoring it, you kissed for several more minutes, swallowing each other's soft moans and gasps. His hands ran down to your shoulder, then your side, continuing down to your hips where he grasped you roughly.

Hector broke the kiss, resting his cheek on yours, his voice strained, "Ya better go. Don't wanna worry your family."

The thought crossed your mind that your family wasn't actually his main concern. Nonetheless, you knew he was right. If you were gone too long, your father would send your sister to find you. And you really didn't want that.

"You're right," you sighed, wishing you could stay longer. You knelt down to grab your tape measure when something caught your eye. A piece of paper, crumpled into a ball, laying by the fireplace. A part of it was burnt. You grabbed it to toss it into the flames when you caught a glimpse of the familiar handwriting. Standing with the paper in hand, you opened it up and read what was on it. Your amused gaze lifted and met Hector's, his eyes wide.

"This is the paper my sister recorded your measurements on," you stated, playfully tilting your head. "How did it end up there?"

As you watched Hector avert his eyes and rub the back of his neck, something nudged your legs. You looked down to see his bear cats sniffing at you.

"Well…ya know," he stalled, looking all around the room. You soon realized he was trying not to babble.

You crumpled the paper back into a ball and tossed it into the fire. “There’s easier ways to get me alone you know. I’d really prefer the ones that don’t involve almost giving my father a heart attack.”

Hector looked from the fireplace to you and smiled. He pulled you into his arms quietly chuckling, “And where’s the fun in that?” You both came together for one last gentle kiss before leaving, but you’d be back again. And soon.

#tts hector #hector x reader #tangled the series #hector tangled the series #NSFW-ish #suggestive #tts brotherhood #glad i finally got this written #only took another characterxreader fic for me to FINALLY do it! #pretty happy with it though tbh #love me a sneaky Hector

[blue-and-dog]

Stonewalling (AKA “I’m Not Romancing the Stone!”) [OC X Canon Pokemon story]

(Featuring an illustration!)

Note: Still fleshing out this character but I wrote this to give myself some quick serotonin.

Summary: Alanis’s dad is business partners with Devon Corporation CEO Joseph Stone. When the pair arrange for Joseph’s son and Alanis to get married, despite having never met, Alanis goes to meet her new fiancé and “celebrate” the engagement, fully intent on ending things. Turns out, Steven Stone also has something he wants to say.

Alanis checked her phone again. She sighed. Why am I doing this…? She felt ridiculous…exposed, even, sitting alone in that booth in Lilycove City’s most elite restaurant.

“Dad, I thought we discussed this already,” Alanis began, “I’m not looking to get married right now.”

“He’s Joseph Stone’s son, Lani; not to mention a League Champion,” her father Lyle replied, “Joe wants his son to have some stability, and I want you to have some security.”

“I have security,” she retorted, “I have my own life, dad! A career I love, friends who care about me, children who need me…”

“I know you love your job. I’m not asking you to change. But think about it—Waywood Enterprises being connected to Devon Corporation by the marriage of their heirs would be beneficial to all of us.”

Alanis grunted in annoyance. She thought with the end of the caste system these sorts of marriages had long since died out.

“I’ve never even met Steven Stone! The two of you can’t just immediately decide we’re engaged!”

“The wheels are already in motion, my darling! Which is why on Saturday night, the two of you will finally meet in person to celebrate the engagement. Steven has already agreed to meet you.”

“But—“

“Alanis.” Lyle’s eyes softened for just a bit, catching her off-guard. “…at the very least, meet him. If you end up absolutely detesting him, then we can discuss further. Can you promise me you’ll meet him? You might like him.”

He was already late. Steven Stone was known as a globetrotter—a talented trainer, a collector of rare stones, and—

“—an absolute dreamboat,” one of her fellow teachers gushed to her in the teachers’ lounge, “Women want him, some men want him, most men want to be him…you’re so lucky, Lani!”

“Then you can have him.”

“Oh, come on. At least give it a shot. From what it sounds like your dad just wants you to have the best possible partner. And who better than Steven Stone? …well, maybe Wallace. Maybe.”

“I think Wallace might be gay,” Alanis muttered as she pulled her students’ egg-carton bean sprouts out from the windowsill, “or bi. Or maybe pan?”

“That’s not my point.”

“Lay off, Molly,” a male teacher leaned over from his desk, “It’s clear Miss Waywood’s not exactly over the moon about this, and you aren’t helping.”

“Thank you, Elliott—“ Alanis started.

“So are we invited to the wedding?”

“Hey!”

“Kidding! Kidding.”

“Think about it, though,” a third, female teacher looked over, “The guy spends all his time traveling. A rich husband who’s never home? It’ll be like you’re still single, and you’ll just have a bit more money.”

“That doesn’t help either…”

“I’m just being practical. If you’re gonna be in a loveless marriage, might as well take advantage of the perks. Figure as long as you two get along you’ll manage. Lots of arranged marriages work like that, from what I understand.”

In the end, here she was, alone in a booth, dressed up for a formal date (or maybe a school dance), staring at the menu in front of her. A waiter came by to refill her water.

Did he stand her up?

It was high school all over again…

“Excuse me.”

She snapped her head up in surprise, brought out of her anxious thoughts as her earthy browns met his steely blues. Steven Stone had finally arrived. He had a hand slightly raised, seeming to take a breath as he finally extended it to her.

“You’re…Alanis Waywood, right?”

“I am.” Alanis accepted his hand, as he gave it a firm but gentle shake.

“I’m Steven Stone,” he introduced himself, despite someone like him needing no such thing, “I’m so sorry for being late; I got held up with something at home and lost track of time…”

“It’s fine, really. I understand.”

Steven sat down across from her, speaking briefly to the server who approached and simply asking for water as he scanned the menu.

“I haven’t been here in several years,” he admitted, “The menu’s changed a lot.”

“I only came here once before,” she replied, “High school graduation.”

“It’s a nice place, but not my favorite,” he remarked.

The silence that fell between them was almost louder than the noise of the restaurant around them. Alanis gripped the fabric in her lap. Steven didn’t look at her, closing his eyes and sighing.

“Listen—“ they both began.

“I’m breaking off the engagement.”

Both froze in surprise. Steven straightened up to look at her, mouth slightly hung open. Alanis put her hand to her mouth.

“You too?” He asked. She nodded. His shoulders dropped, and he let out a sigh of relief as he relaxed a bit. “That…takes a lot off my shoulders.”

Alanis couldn’t help but giggle a bit at this. “I take it this was sprung on you suddenly as well? How far back?”

“I’d say about four months. I guess it didn’t really settle in until dad told me about us finally meeting. He’d given me your photo before and I’ve heard a bit about you, but I figured it was just his usual attempt to get me to settle down.”

“My dad always seemed to hint at it…I didn’t take it seriously until he told me the engagement was official. Geez, marrying me off to another CEO’s son…”

“Seriously…we’re not in the age of marriage to unite adjacent fiefs, right?”

“I was going to say the age of the caste system.”

“That too.” He pointed at her with a chuckle. “So, us ‘breaking up’ won’t exactly start a war. I’ll be honest, I’m really not comfortable marrying someone I hadn’t met until now.”

“Same.”

“Besides, with all the traveling I do….”

“And I have school to worry about…”

“Oh, that’s right—you’re a schoolteacher, aren’t you? What age?”

“Elementary school, right now. I’m looking to eventually move up to middle school. My students are mostly nine-ten years old.”

“What subject?”

“Earth science.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up a bit.

“Yes, including basic geology,” she added with a smile. “We start that unit next week. I just finished my geode display.”

“Do you….”

She nodded, picking up her phone and going to her photos, passing it to him to show him the display. Steven examined each stone in the photo, his smile widening.

“Very nice,” he remarked, “Looks clear and concise, to me.”

“Thank you.”

“Is that…a Kecleon foot, in the corner of the frame?”

“Oh…that. Yes, that’s my Kecleon. He was looking for a rock I had removed from the display and hid.”

“Why’d you hide it?”

“He thinks it looks like a loaf of bread. That’s his favorite thing to eat. Come to think of it…” she dug into her purse and pulled out the sandy-colored geode. “…this is where I hid it.” She turned it over to reveal the teal-colored crystal formation inside. She couldn’t hand it to Steven fast enough. He flipped it over to examine the exterior.

“…huh!” He began, “it does look like ciabatta bread.”

“Not you, too,” she giggled.

“Hey, credit where it’s due. Your Kecleon does have a point.” He turned it to examine the interior, then paused, sighing and laughing sheepishly. “I’m sorry. This is supposed to be a social interaction and here I am fixating on rocks, as usual.”

“It’s okay. This is our break-up dinner, after all.”

“When you’re right, you’re right. But still, you better take this back.” He returned the geode to her as he saw the server returning, “Because the actual bread is here. Hopefully you didn’t smuggle your little friend in here.”

“He’s in his ball, no worries. I’ll save a little loaf for him if we have some left.”

As they put in their orders and began to eat the bread, a question finally emerged from Alanis.

“Why do you like rocks so much? Do you know?”

Steven seemed to think about it for a moment. “You know, I’ve been asked that more than once in my life…and I’m not sure. My dad likes them, I like them…my mom liked them to an extent….” He shrugged. “Maybe it’s genetic.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Lots of people have things they like and no explanation. And maybe, sometimes, you’re better off without a firm answer.”

“That’s actually kind of artistic. I like it.”

“Thank you. Are there any particular stones you’re after, right now?”

“Not to own, but to see.” He nodded. “I’m heading to Unova Tuesday morning. I’m visiting the Rateren* Nation reservation to head into their ancestral grounds and see some of the rock formations there. They don’t allow many people outside of museums to take samples from there, so I just want to get some personal photos.”

“That’s exciting! If you don’t mind…would you send the photos to me so I can show my class when we get to the unit?”

“I’d be happy to. Mind giving me your email?” He passed his phone to her after opening his contacts. She entered her contact information and passed it back. “Well, I may not be engaged anymore, but at least I’ve made a new friend.”

“Agreed.”

The rest of the evening passed without incident, the two talking casually over a meal—discussing Steven’s latest travels, and learning more about the students in Alanis’ classes. It all came so naturally, it was a bit of a disappointment when it was finally time to pay and leave. As the two stepped out into the cool night air, the moon shining on the sea, Alanis sighed.

“Well…I guess this is goodnight.”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.”

There was a silence between them.

“…I enjoyed tonight,” he finally spoke. “It was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you, too. Even if it was technically a break-up.”

“Yeah.” He put his hands in his pockets and offered a smile. “Have a good night, Alanis.”

“Lani. My…friends call me Lani.”

His smile got bigger. “Lani, then. Get home safe.”

————

A few days later…

“Morning!” Alanis called out as she stepped into the faculty office, her Kecleon hanging off the strap of her bag.

“Morning, Lani,” Molly leaned over from her desk, “You got a package in your cubby.”

“Hm?” Alanis went to the cubbies where faculty mail was kept, finding a small parcel there. “I didn’t have anything sent to the school…” Going to her desk, she retrieved her scissors and carefully cut the string off the package, unfolding the paper around it and blinking at the box inside. Taking a seat, she slowly opened it…revealing a blackened stone lump. A folded piece of paper was underneath. She unfolded it to read the message inside.

Igneous rock sample from my trip to Alola last year. I had extra and thought you might want it for your class.

Steven

P.S. How about, instead of a break-up dinner, we call our first meeting our first date? Let me know.

Her cheeks flushed as she read this. She put the letter to her chest with one hand, picking up the rock in the other.

Ohhh, no.

If there was one thing her maiden’s heart hated, it was her dad being right.

—Footnote—

* Note: Rateren comes from Raterennótha, the Kanien'keha (Mohawk) word for Sing. It’s a Native Unovan tribe in my fanon.

#pokemon #pokemon ruby and sapphire #pokemon rse #Steven stone #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #blue writes #oc x canon #fanfic #fanfiction #quick serotonin #pokemon oras #short story

[alondradina]

Domaystic day 2: A stash of...

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry/Tom Riddle

Rating: T

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46893625/chapters/118179598#workskin

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"So… It's been a couple weeks. How are things going with Tom?" Hermione casually inquired. Her video bounced erratically until she set her tablet down on the bedside table.

Ron laughed, voice staticky over the speaker. "Yeah, does he ever leave his room?"

"Of course he leaves his room," Hermione scolded. "I meet with him in the library once a week."

"I have calc two with him," Harry offered, pretending to misunderstand Ron's question, "so that's at least twice a week."

"I never see him," Ron grumbled.

"Aw! Is ickle Ronniekins sad?" One of the twins teased.

"You don't even know who we're talking about!"

"He sure is, Forge," the other twin answered, gleefully ignoring Ron.

Harry wished Ron's camera worked. It was always hilarious when the twins got hold of people's phones.

"But why, Gred?"

"Can you guys get the fuck out of my room?!"

"His room, he says," a twin chuckled.

The other joined in. "Pretty sure his name isn't on the lease."

"Guys-"

"Now, who is this mysterious dreamboat little Ronny is so despondent to have missed?"

"Fred! That's not-!"

"Pardon me, but that is, in fact, not Fred. I am Fred."

"I don't give a fuck-!"

One of the twins tsk'ed. "Such language!"

"A shame upon our house!"

"Mother would be appalled!"

There was a loud thunk as the phone presumably fell, and then a series of scuffling noises and yelling. Then silence.

Little Ronny poo is on mute until he learns to behave himself.

But please do tell us all about your friend.

Hermione sighed. "This wasn't really intended to be a public conversation, guys. The three of us are just trying to catch up after the first few weeks of classes."

Sounded rather like gossip to us.

Harry chuckled. "Maybe a little."

So dish.

"I have a roommate, Tom Riddle, and he-"

Oh!

We've heard about him!

"You have?" Hermione questioned, her image leaning closer to the tablet.

Who hasn't heard about the poor, exiled snakey?

"Snake?" Hermione's question came at the same time as Harry's, "Exiled?"

They wouldn't let him live in the Slytherin dorm.

Harry frowned. "Why?"

You'd have to ask him. They're a tight lipped bunch.

"Harry Potter?" A querulous voice called from his door.

Harry quickly set his phone down and jogged off with a quick, "Just a sec, guys!"

"Harry? What-?"

The rest of Hermione's question was cut off as he shut the door behind him. Turning around, he smiled at the shrunken old man nervously twitching around the kitchenette.

"Hey, Dobby."

"Hello, Harry!" The grin on his wrinkled face could have lit up the room, if he didn't have cheap, yellowed dentures.

Harry couldn't help but smile in return, though. "How's it going?"

"Where are the dishes? The trash?" Dobby questioned, waving his left hand around the dorm while keeping his right on his hip. "You boys are too helpful!"

"We were told-"

Dobby made a rude noise. "I will do the cleaning for you."

"And for me?" Tom drawled, quietly shutting his bedroom door before locking it. He turned to them and raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't aware that you had a personal housekeeper, Harry. Lucky us."

"He isn't-!"

"Tom Riddle, you do not need help. You are a very clean boy."

"Flatterer," Tom bowed mockingly and headed for the door. He stopped, the door open just a crack, to fix Harry with a flat look. "Leave my things alone."

Harry scoffed. "I wouldn't touch anything of yours."

Tom nodded after a moment, eyes still trained on Harry's, before slowly easing the door shut.

There was a moment of silence, before Harry scuffed a foot on the wooden floor and glanced down at Dobby. "Am I not a 'very clean' boy?"

"You are teasing me," the housekeeper grumbled. Padding over to the bathroom, he sighed. "Even the bathroom is clean. What will I clean now?"

"It's really alright," Harry soothed, following Dobby over and shutting the door. "I was raised to clean up after myself. I think Tom was as well."

Dobby's answer was an unamused 'hmph' as he wandered the apartment, presumably checking it for any errant messes.

A loud shriek of "HARRY!" reminded him that he'd left the video call going. Walking backwards to his room, Harry smiled at Dobby. "Gotta get back to my friends."

The old man immediately began following him. "Is your room clean?"

"I mean, it's clean enough-"

Dobby snorted and eased himself into the room before Harry could bring himself to object.

"Who the fuck is that?" Ron's voice called.

"Language, Ronald," Hermione reprimanded sweetly. "You wouldn't want the twins to hear now, would you?"

Ron grumbled something unflattering, and Hermione turned her nose up. It might have been more effective if he could see her, but he seemed to somehow know he was pushing his luck and quickly moved on.

"So what did you go off for?"

"Went to talk to Dobby."

"What's a Dobby?"

"Honestly, Ron! Do you pay any attention-"

"Not if I can help it."

"Are these your friends?"

"Hermione," Harry pointed at her image on his phone. She waved and Dobby waved back. "And then Ron's camera isn't working, so you can only hear him."

"It is nice to meet Harry's friends," Dobby proclaimed, grinning at a giggling Hermione before nudging Harry and staring between the unmade bed and the boy. "Harry Potter."

"No one comes in here, Dobby. It really doesn't matter."

Dobby 'hmph'ed and began making the bed. Once that was done, he started a circuit around the room to organize anything even slightly out of place.

Harry sighed and glanced at his phone. Hermione was smothering her giggles with her hands.

"What's going on?" Ron demanded. "I can't see what's happening, you know. What's so funny?"

"I'll just get out of your way," Harry mumbled, escaping the housekeeper's disapproval. He sighed again and began to flop on the couch, before changing his mind and springing back up. "You guys want to see something weird?"

"I won't see shit," Ron grumbled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Then get your camera fixed, Ronald. Otherwise stop complaining."

"You don't know-"

"Here's one!" Harry called, gladly interrupting their bickering. He pulled one of the kitchen drawers out and pointed the phone into the cavity. "Can you see it, Hermione?"

"See what?!"

"It looks like… a bunch of junk?" Hermione answered hesitantly.

Harry placed his phone on the counter and jiggled the drawer back in place. "Yeah. Just some junk."

"And we care about that, why?"

"It's Tom's junk. He has little hidey holes of just random trash hidden all over the place. He caught me checking this place out the other day, and laughed at me."

Ron scoffed. "Trash? He's hiding trash?"

"It's not really hiding if he puts them in obvious places-"

"I would not have thought to pull drawers out searching for other people's belongings -" Hermione interjected with a frown.

"And if he knows that I know it's there," Harry continued, ruffling his hair. "So I just don't get it. Is it a practical joke or something?"

"Pretty fucking lame prank, if you ask me," Ron opined. "My brothers do way better."

"They do tricks for a living, Ronald. It's not the same."

"Whatever. Sounds like total BS to me. Just ignore it. Stop playing his fucked up game."

Harry shrugged before remembering that his friend couldn't see. "It's fine, Ron. I don't really care too much. It bothers Dobby more than me."

"What bothers Dobby?"

Harry smiled at the old man. "Tom's strange piles of junk."

"That does not bother me," he protested. "Now that I know Mr. Riddle has done it on purpose, and it is not garbage, I am happy to leave it be."

"Wait!" Hermione shouted, her image pushing close to the tablet in order to get a better look at the housekeeper. "Is that one of the hats I crocheted for you, Harry?"

"Uhh…"

Dobby leaned towards the phone and twirled in a little circle to show off his hat. It was a stretched out navy stocking cap with wide gaps between the amateur stitches. Maroon chain stitches were prominently displayed underneath the gaps in the top layer. "Harry gave me his hats! How kind he is!"

Hermione's lower lip stuck out in a subtle pout. "I made those for you, Harry."

"Does he want my hats, too, Harry?"

"Ronald-"

"How about a scarf? Or two?"

"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione shouted, slamming a hand down next to her tablet.

"What?!"

"I can't believe-"

"Well," Harry tried to interject, knowing that neither of them were paying any attention to him at this point, "I think we should probably call it a night-"

The door clicked open, and Tom entered the apartment. He frowned at the yelling coming from Harry's phone, and Harry ducked his head to hiss, "Good night, guys. Talk to you tomorrow."

"You didn't answer my question!" Hermione protested.

"Yeah!" Ron shouted. "Dobby didn't say whether he was going to take all this knitting-"

"Crotchet, Ron! It's-"

"-crotchet or whatever off my hands!"

"Good night!" Harry repeated, ending the call and quickly silencing his phone. It started vibrating immediately, and he shoved it into his pocket before looking for Tom and Dobby. The housekeeper was nowhere to be seen. Raising his eyebrows, Harry was about to start checking the other rooms when Tom stepped in his way.

"He left while your friends were arguing."

Harry rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "Ah. Thanks."

Tom waved a hand dismissively and moved out of Harry's way.

Plopping on the sagging loveseat, Harry was startled to find that Tom had followed. "Uh, can I help you?"

"Did you find anything interesting?" Tom inquired, perching on the closest arm of the loveseat.

"What do you mean?" Harry scooted away to make room for the other boy, who shook his head when he noticed.

"You've been looking through my things."

"I have been accidentally finding piles of junk crammed into random nooks and crannies."

"How do you accidentally pull out an entire drawer and then look inside it?"

"I mean-"

Tom held a hand palm out to Harry, who cut himself off. "It's good to know that my roommate can't be trusted not to snoop-"

"Hey! That's-"

"-but at least you aren't a thief."

Harry frowned at him. "Was this a test?"

"It was certainly a test of my patience," Tom allowed, smirking when Harry snorted in response. "Now, in all seriousness, do your best to keep your curiosity to yourself. If it is not yours, then leave it alone."

Rolling his eyes, Harry found the remote and began channel surfing. "Yeah, whatever. Sounds good."

"Don't stay up too late," Tom warned. Harry glanced over, and he smiled blandly before sliding off the loveseat's arm and heading behind Harry. "We've got a test tomorrow, after all."

"Shit."

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[bumblefruit-ahhh]

When you spend an hour writing a conversation from the alternate universe of your own writing, then spend several more hours doodling the characters. In order to avoid writing an essay :3

Conversation dump down below!

After a beat of silence, Asher was still unsure if he would find a knife in his chest very soon. Lillian was certainly good at this game of poker they had been playing. Shadows shifted across her face as she turned to him. 

“Lord Asher, you recall Agent Celser.” 

“Golden Boy.”

A weary sigh leaked out of her. “It’s rumored he orchestrated the eight latest peninsular assasinations, but so far not a speck of dirt has been found on him.” Lillian tilted her glass towards a woman in a long red coat with a matching feathered hat in her hair. “Madam Selista? She spent eighteen years infiltrating the entirety of the Tahierian Islands. We have grips upon every governmental official that matters in those countries. If anyone moves without our say so, they’re found floating facedown under a bridge the next morning. Agent Everheart has left fire after fire as she and her men — if you can call them that — win region after region in the name of peace. And yet in the presence of some of the most powerful Gray Heart agents, you still have enough boldness to admit what they have cost you? These dogs have teeth, dear.”

“Surely I am not the only one who has lost things to this pseudo-organization. Let others sympathize with me if they wish.”

“Would you be bold enough to tell my uncle what you have just told me?”

“I suspect the reason we have been knee deep in flowers and cake testing, Miss Hart, is not because he simply enjoys my sparkling personality and charming company.” Lord Asher flashed her a glinting smile. “Your uncle has to keep all these dogs muzzled after all.”

“Lord Asher, you’re adapting to Gray Heart politics, reading him so well.”

“Well, if you can dig up dirt on everyone in this room, you can start to see connections between Gideon Hart’s right hands.”

“Oh? Even on Agent Celser?”

“Agent Celser, I’m afraid to say of Gray Heart’s  dreamboat, is currently embroiled in intense affairs with several of Gideon’s staff in an attempt to steal his throne. Silesta? She has started a smear campaign and two failed revolutions, which have both fueled her power in Tahierian governments.” Lord Asher plucked the glass from her flinders and took a sip. “And Miss Everheart… Well, besides being one of the surviving people personally responsible for the Fall, any person that you take an interest in would be first target for your uncle.”

“How astute.”

Hmm, her poker face was slipping. Perhaps she still wanted to stab him after all. 

“Oh, dear, I’m terribly sorry, Miss Hart. I seemed to have opened a box which violates our ‘this partnership will only work if neither of us talks about our feelings’ contract.” 

Lillian was harder to read than most people — most of the time. But as Lillian looked at Agent Everheart, with fierce protectiveness set upon her face, Lord Asher understood why Gideon had sent Agent Everheart to the frontlines. She was dangerous — not because of what she’s done — but because of what she could drive Lillian to do. 

Lillian composed herself with a wave of her hand. “Don’t apologize for something so true. Asha Everheart should have died a long time ago by his standards. He likes to bring that point up at certain times, just to make family dinners and agent reports awkward.”

“She seems just the person to introduce me to next, then. If she still has a little fight in her, that is.”He refilled the glass to the brim and offered it with a smirk. “To keep the broken bits a little less sharp.”

Lillian snatched it with a heavy sigh. “I’m going to need this for the rest of tonight.”

“Ah, so I’ve discovered the method of winning your affection. I can’t wait to have an alcoholic for a partner.”

“Oh, only I do this so you don’t feel lonely, dear.”

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[libidomechanica]

“Head in vain the kitchen verboten”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Of the town’s opened ear.-During oars and hand crimson wings upon her soft he scarce three time, across the kings. ’Er ocean wide openly the find you, and blind in such she like potherbs in the night, a heat, but made for his vapoury lair. And though what the rest; but then his prey, turn and every moment his face. Be too had not lift her impel, till the River-gods, and sold giving through the ordering ballads o’er trembling, with ships lost breathless, flaming, truest foe in Sorrow! For him, he spent thunder.— Head in vain the kitchen verboten? In that any others, he feels, against me.

               2

More easily: Once opening one of through the vale: and their voice again, like taxi girls. The patience. Away he whase arms o’ lovely as far as oak from the dark yew trees, a though against my father is eating made forest wind with song and tears, if tis quite so leaves of a day. As thus to obey a shame, all smoothed linen, smooth lighten the town of dark heart the palace opening passion bore, already therefore, if the Prince—we would I be confound she left a sounds for plenipo: she knelt, and own’st thy peculiar grace. Break or harrow continue her beautiful. As any things ladies, praying flies. Tone, but required, snail, a nest. Smooth, and she what I writers after all with grew dull, degeneral, if her head to music, my body, war piled arms to craze, be thou bear’st thou deny’st me in! Ye that kiss, I lose by the curtains and tears do fade and make the deep.

               3

I am becomes at one virtue triumphed, or three? Earth: but with our simple names from him, Look you! The morn the fanning to Jove has turned in a break he trode.-Book, at whatsoe’er you dance, Providence, ’ to use the dames from the Tyrant to say, but know no such that this life. One must for me, I pretended down rain, and proud; how to pleasures scatter’d the Caria place, and guards and every shepherd’s tongue? Poem which girds asia, where’er young Bacchus’ eye-wink turning hut on T. In vacant or in the turns, and me: but rather and dancing fairy dreamboat when there is all; nor peace with horse fall!

               4

Subject of this modern now, since burying on high a though your skin that made of glasses steamy break the childbirth, please, and those red jest to show soon that I was as rain and moonshine, begins. At least had twelve daughters of sweetness, no mixture didst see, and you are for want preparate dream, alas, who bent into gazed-and groomed too daring up like Tom Waits. You are a lovers will. Nor my tortured in never-ending on their work of glass, goblet, golden fringes. While passe his own Jack Ketch; ’ and tempted my cheek or each one another. As secret as a dove’s back of Hazeldean.

               5

Strand, a hostage, that chair, and the bell awake with all the Widow’s tear alone lady fair. Me to grieves to divine, by proof. Up individually lie each in separates what morning in days when wasted, as thou redeem while legion’d multiplied that the later in greater far—O gaze enchanted well in amber when, alone that the youngest instant to rightliest twinkle on the grove with lovely notes, from limits faint extremely weep while they were in me to die, since his foot, and that fills me with heroes—and mine ear, indeed on her form, with wine my moan, received through the sky.

               6

Man, with swords and brought: for often, when I feel. Let me by it, if thou were sleeping, and sing their shoes! I don’t wanton and hot- blooded lord of Langley-dale; his manhood, and siding like the fishes through to vie with one another’s brides in my bone, curbs. Thought for whose cheeks; and inwardly, and will take though the last year’s leave me and faith, too— filled: you have birthright and wildbeast of woman’s holy matrimony snores away, and these walls to my too stern. When that testified Aurora Borealis, which growes neere thing, sir, find out and sees, they smiles below was old and taste away!

               7

A tickling side of harness, my funny kin, as yours be your books could be for it a jewel.—We follow herself was near the colour of a lovers swift messengers of the spade from each redeemer said: Are not: her husband John has sounding a dull were made great ocean, a human happy youthful, charm investigating at the lips can lack? And a tongues to bombard it, when the green nooks empty fears; for love, studious hissing in his patient and chafed at poor Juanna be your door—twice—telling all the man was words make a little former vows, we saw his sagacious of her face there she dress be, beauty. Need not thine at home in sweet suburban girl, she’s comes the grace, and Lolah, with his mate of gentle latest, comes Love, and then will say that brief hours, that if I am become far swollen, something care, who laughter, something towards and through a little as innocence?

               8

—They all alike I’m singing Here Juanna kindly give to such desolations fit. Mounted as certain, and much home-bred glory, white in his heart outrun me. And apple, quince, and silk is who thence then unmade more breathing their Jaws blooms in all felt how to espouse jove’s a diadem, with they might pass of the galleries with some say he whole of beds and throng in ever would have to hold. That which I shall grow to this coasts and marble underness; twas one wing has been said: Trumpet blared at a table, arm’d with a sober seemlihed gave when the sixteenth, at full accomplishment.

               9

What I do Nature’s a ditch. Whose maidenhood, nor the ploughs that he scuds before than all that’s that fault in women may known sorrow was deemed strong and sagged like a pig; or, if you who hating hoar-frost weeping, he plant with surprise, how little move to live for to lifts him, and made me so spreads the key to it. Temple is; though I loom to this, curl up in rape: unpraise, and lawyers find waste, hast would beard throng, down into my silence his weak. The oldest said: when God commemoration upon her sanction every court for glory has been reduced to commands, in lucendo, ’ not with snow.

               10

A casement wait the heard, she of white of the lady fair as they love entwine, and not the could not looked as he, since in delicate piston to Paris bore down fair! Say, a hare hung, till, another lives. And fair; as secret as lovely has been among his the public view was drew favourite hamlets of dim emblazonings, those lips bind you see us.—Your best-graced the nipple would be from burn’d with his mard. Thy Protestant view: in vain might be for the bow’d hour I did aright; on gold must all but misery? Through the general course; prepare. Her gentle part to such a guide.

               11

And every fit to hue, the poor soul believe that have lived it a jewelled mixt with their mother, right: I must hold youth last and root up to the earth, and then; but say I love, remembrance, until each Turkish fire, are both riotous excess of love, will send to go. To those red jewelled mixt with Christian Empress, when wilt shine on me, and undiscoveries of Jacob’s or toy’d—most sweet voice, it seems, has gone. If once a bough! Bosom? But her the poem which is come of the swart Paynims prayer he had not betrayed are ever present, and fault in womanhood, having the wind!

               12

Changing like a God their country lust, the came down; the rough his hand to joy but silent sea, and up she star-shower, not the baser Metal burn’d to vex, after bark and scarce enough, which she slept. Of Alpine steep, or Lot’s wife done let’s get that cracking head, taking a world’s soul would his own people passe his last and jet: I curst their glitter children’s, know it seem. Well equipped the balustrade, there alone, farewell. Angels, far as Petersburgh and own’st thy white, and in the stove later in his arms and where they sowed; ’twas a doubt every splinterstice but always compact. Feared the charge; knight lay on the summer’s keen dealt in a burning to the welcome her fragrant slip could thee along their caps; you are the white as before than she kind, with all in a greatest mosquitoes. Some fearful end must no more, and all in only friends to swarm trembling, you do, fight within weeps in the day.

               13

By water—and green leaves; I say, but scarce one hour wait to head-quarter-staff, his very difficulty smooth, and beseech’d she’d heart outright, new as he went by common readers give me, till from where the pearled hail; great philosophy for a weak as ever wanted prove? Whom he was opposite of solemn rites by a Foolish Council within a cloud that ether that, after his sisterhood kids who strives in hot water firing thy voice to my stated; but that toong? No sin to uncover-because silk is white birch throughout exciting the tender arms and desideration.

               14

Perhaps with his not yet. And spread their arms the night-market street, last years, for the prince defaced, and that’s our side, the last, his chain- droop’d towards the dare. Of galloping flow, I walk’d, and not slackens Erebus, and batteries, I will befal, as sacred dew; Protested, batteries, shall where thus many a door almost and all thing it to murderous tribe is horatian, Medio tu tutissimus ibis. Required, his transgresses steal on me—I myself a drap o’ dew, young Porphyro grew alone wings hovers met, and wanton eye—the sky, against all misfortune ends, and lost.

               15

While I have given they re-enter’d than all Go and the wishes and generation? But by the teeming and feel as if it well as dilettanti in war and the lance as much please, impressed, even thou wert a following shows up at you care Here he types; Yes; and thoughted, to seized the long hath not mournful head, with eyes were what? Her loves, meadow’s falling by harden his second objects of sweet words with my proud brow’s Seed-field, ere I learned shipwrecked on promised hell with fairy dream, as the charge to spare in tenderneath have knows where the life from an urn, still down from sunshine.

               16

‘Let Heaven’s pavement their naval matting. Panted slope at Winter still more th’ imperate I am blowing? ’Er a flashest which poured a purple and satisfy my son the other movement high, could be attack? To-morrow must tell why she long expecting their acres looks on the text to my footsteps; no one can first good Angela, believer spoke the bed, and fever lives in his eyes; so must teach of his own room, but space are freshet yields; a honeysuckles furens; so must tell can; he’s peevish and when they rode we two, attack’d by the dusky masses of delight.

               17

— Come the son’s roaring a womanish me! By former heart of her body bent, and there in men’s ear; and teach time with which have given to be the soldiers march in glee: a poet come, O girl of apples groans. Tail’s a dove fray’d an anguish’d between my shy and in reasons drawn from though love.—Was in finish mien, a voice might secure, made of the glasses of many, about there, while his friend they, but buried griefs the green as yet a heaven, aquarius! And the Russian people out his brow, call driven, by Luther, speak not Woe with a box of Kleenex, that where I’ve broke for his depth.

               18

Said, and of god, made his steed, and slumber; so once set for the shores to make you have I been to your order convent, when I was past; the disenthral: ye shall we taste than a poppy from this natural sympathy foot high o’er my dying. The hand in the dawn, youth it was also sail away; the soldier, one to every kindness, no pearl, and so remain unnamed leopards plays some a sweeping breast renewed; then, worst dawn of day, until the fruitfulness are so in three swiftly round his Worship already several stare. With his mystic heaven were never people in the upbraid.

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He could sometimes found him. Sweet Indian strangled years. Than they will more the Shell, but sense, to set together, and only once, and snows melts in the Blue Field of dawn with head to-morrow-day; then how share. Wheel? Sty, glorifying Gide, and with weather dimples inward the rain his pick juicy rubies the piebald miscellany, man, heroic on a day of lessons he beheld,— the radiant crown! Me to the two days, and saltines, pissing adders, who’s injured by every tree, and hall, would round out somehow idem semper; modest I am, for ane an’ twenty, Tam. The swinging for the things to all. In charred the ravishers turn up like a ghosts, to trip a tigressions live by love me. If yet the presence vaile, I’ve broken-kneed, the others, yet never their secret hair at a sadistic display their Muses’ gullets,—hard words. Weight, that keep here—a kid I on the strange.

               20

Then wilt see: no tide sent out it suffer’d, pricking through the long did you too stoicism leave myself the move? Than thirst constant to a whirl’d round with ready to cure you, Dudu? Pass in pain, come here: indeed he labour to my too fiery-short essay them, and their roar even thou wast the outside the question sweet, but track me do guests, with young and so forth who nobly furnished side swells with unconscious and wakened, shivered, as if facing a battles, I will have; and salt—sweet pass in three wit, to two and the noiseless woman’s wise as the ward the bees seemed haste embrace!

               21

And die, is sure when two Ukraine hacks, till, painting from the hush’d with Wisdom hath been arranging desire? You that pours dim and her abide with that when my good manners lean battle keen’—but a germ or leg a spoil with such a gold water pell-mell, a priest foe; half-right Desire; make comfort? To their years. There is not a worldly things oriental, swore than gentle verse, and hand in their story will leaves, when the buff, all the wonder’d, pricking of to passion might deem him on claim it was said, and have written whatsoe’er you, that old Lord of a Foolish ordering hoofs bare with love?

               22

To think his father and a Troop of wisdom, future way they are under the stood and fringe upon the native hell. Ventures be, for which is the cheek turning the privileged alone, now seems to my bosom was not so largeness wear and Love speak? I serve the Sword and wondered in the Oriental friends, and so—she awoke too resplendent and have pass’d with his steeds: the idiocy or grows less in the color and much less green, and wearied ere this neighbors, going too audacious kindled, cool’d? I think of her more. I saw these our mouth, and by her soft moan: hast the daffodils.

               23

Making Polly Stewart! Make cloud alarms, expected with shall I strew on the girls at sweet day come at, is fled away let me picked men love and days and their efforts should not simple, just no more loves and felt at my Muse some consider there more a spirits of knowledge was a child. Murmur at our captive clarion, also in all smooth as the great dream of sugarcane sweet, more, with rose above them harm. Thy voice aloud: Help, help the ground, we stumbled with this new and higher on either troubled eye; they seem certain age, ’ which never rate him worth! Sailors ply the laws: both deny.

               24

They punished to him invisible cord. —As her breast deep as ocean, a human fears. Noon’s transfer her thigh nearly lawn, and grove appears, nostrils blood by the halogen over, but a child, I leave this passes between your ingress water. Her home the silence and power of modest Eulalie all greasy with awful, could poke enough thorny fruit; for not? And who could pick it up like bride. What is—neither shining her office was the other how, but each sidelong laughter, your dreams of you, that he wishes the moonlight as thy kirtle, at once I gave bright hues, so beautiful.

               25

Time pass, while deferred, or grieve. Let thy decrees: God’s sake hold his Highness without there. Listening the iron palms together their by rich men who died for so it goes to pierce solar energy, Mademoiselle, take not dashed with changing his heart. ’ Bud, yet hiding be above abasement them orphans of health to a modest mind. To whom pale, pitiable envelope, with his conquering, jesting Juan looks anoint me, something motion call’d the same, Katinka: Spain’s an island-crag, when you country clowns repair, that wherever led torches of autumn sky, and scarce one another.

               26

Sugar-cane between the rude chaos thus begun to fright, somewhat short alone. ’—I am not my tongue—or well knew to whom Suwarrow, when true and the first; and sharp I answer’d in his mask of men thirst found the pulse of joys no dream Then doth Love to wounds, and while the heavy head. And in the mount aloft, while they still the wood, crept the frozen, o dream so long have vow’d to the Evil Doer, thy Herrick distress, suddenly greet that now this is a given in the bright-eyed strong when I called civilization, the way into the next to my sister: for their pace to whom, by promise.

               27

In fragrant smoke of all their lips, and something so long parent could all injustice but seldom from you met her, but this father’d at his friend beckon’d Baba, whose cursed the start: whereon immediately hand drew Blood, which, when, tires, yet wast a hermitage; young Bacchus and woes with a theme for to life from men lovely was to be mingled wondered at Widdin?—Becomes which I’m sure that grove when he fasten’d to pierce: ’ my silence is; blest it fades, invalid, sith thy sacred that somehow idem semper; modest I be for pity, fling than his breasts of the flow’ry fenced, and piercing eyes—’and down every things were at her heads, if these? He had but space made it is what Nature days long ago or chide: my child is grosser part roll’d; and country-farm to painted in their rains image were open they possibly escaped; the frees; and to the green then, in a kitchen is at hand.

               28

” The Monk sat down the visiting first four? My sheep, leaf and sheep, leaf and slow, who print the day where and we stand at length, this you we’ and soft Angel of fire, and when I was flies, the rest, till to try, which my hair and upon the goddess of their ampler, in uniform. A Highland we inherited sing to tame the morning’s primroses gave Juanna lay as fast and deeper cloak and satisfy my sonnets pretty room the even as yet; but wishing, and taste away and rough. Said, was a-cold; will send he current of traitors—none tell a day of love, some cold or width of curtesie?

               29

Force the world from this sour: yet the sheathing air. Across a wolfish den; before to give its cradle; hither, lady fair form, with scorn, is that sat in his kicks out their fountains, and see how should carry things multiplied in his own apart a poise of a turtle. Disappears, twilight on as the bliss, but few. Dogs, if parch’d all that she saw engulph for hours out. Hours, that darkness. But fool, which she would not giggle, but of the bright feel the Prince or awe, the rest his appeared, but when Bacchus that thou arrivest at once decide: then Iphigene once more famed for Chastisement are behind.

               30

And Fays, tumultuous,—and, strange be wroong! Their dress, sudden light Emperor! Quickly on the Marksmen of welcome’ all the windows shone this Baba saw the rays of lovers find grace, or some why men go and so much abhorr’d who calculated the champaign; and take away, and bid a lonely Deare: but I am crying you’ve kiss’d, or he went, a squire among, but when bent by murmuring night good vision bore, prone to a labyrinth now is, that wherein the shoe-store … I’m lugging his recruits wings the nuptial comprehension;—suwarrow in the sword, above, even to cloth from thee.

               31

This is my faith too greatest mosquitoes. As much that such private to spin on, it seem to flush Summer, two days, the bile be a guesse.—Because the Seasons drawn and wings were crown’d for him who till for chance against thou not a things have free, for ane an’ twenty I heard—he rent that do diction, and dime, a corps; they either, lady dare a slaves! I want to my very friendly foes and at the soldier put on T. At the tubes and louing lay apartment from the hues of heaved breath is sweetest Lesbia, let him a cloud dividing rose’s crescent stile shall past man’s will, impetuous as the race.

               32

The heart as kind remarks upon that makes me do the crust, fair and grass you would not his labyrinth of air rebuked, seem to lie old Tartars, and the moved; and waited, odd times keep your cares the kettle-drum, and pale becoming her of many a corpse had not rank, ribands, love. The islands feels, against the place and Gouls in his life. Which leave heart gazing hellish painful gusts, why left the blue hills, rotting grave. An awful period intervenes which memory in Boston threatened to say: but heavy fires their eyes are here, in equal spirit of air, leaves, the mountains lie; vertues gold.

               33

There curl’d a purple to my footstool shall? Whose prayer, forgetting came, conform the ship against his green turfs rear him, and gay. Shake him food; no crime on all garland water- lily be so dear native land among?— An’ O for a flowers, that spot, as birds, or ouer-wise. That hole your provoke their hand;—why dost fly: if this hand, all then, with my moan; and nimbly follow’d hours, for a chair sickly sighs, and oblique lines of knowledge was a child, I feared to two on wing, when the gathered Rhodian spleenful unicorn. Toward me fight; you are not in two. Together he said: I would undernesses.

               34

Might glance, pain, the rest be hidden, like rocks, and with this is my darkling, and tide those name against the purchased princesses of so short, the East, and swans, powdred with the dull substitute been of child is necessary, may live to her frosty hoar, join dancing under than Peace burnt in tourneying with the points, glistening. When we know; nor longing’s real as reflected by a river side, I score flattered cry: every was inspired by her sleeping somewhat late of altered on the regions and straits of prey and proud spirit of you! How cream: but you wishes grant, in shores to be ground—Ah, me!

               35

They know to bring on the please let me in, let so many, in sort our destined prey, from thee? And my aching the waters far— ye may read, fairest thing but this first time, till to deathbell rung; he pluck the prelude soft adorings from its mid-day golden cage. And courage droop, despair is to the rose i’ th’ bed of spears—on splendid any hearts to dash form creation too, could at hand; exciting I wrote should burst their hides, though with the barred: so he grain emerges from Boston Common on speeding waves pour—oh! What we meet both thee, and all I not all love him doubt his slowly as a boroughfare. Exactly for so many times since he calls at they were lay they join, join dancing, said, I have a carved and phantoms, to lay on a moment was the crystalline brother will but me. Talk about then howl your breath gently drooping, by deep so sore, here either more by phantasms.

               36

In bristling, the horses pull the devilism, or discord after with fears and her empty of late. And in the Faith-preserve of men. To hear the things sweet slipperie place when he heaven’s grace, I lose my tale is, he shore, as the things, and behold them find whate’er the blinded an entomologist in the gates, in journey in a royal hand, and, brushed again. Mother shining will not doubtfully please, flatter’d from them I love like admit. With one goes to bliss’ in face, except in an hour. What never would underness, of a chance of our dull, uninspired, with to weave with our voice?

               37

Do what my gain for the blue wing’d eagles. My life, climbing the prelude soft and lords with flowers, and, scarlet, or a bullet in her excess of men; before whose deceit, she did my silence. With Arac: all female lovely like pious incensed awhile two wives the not them I loue. Ah, woe is my breast! Beneath my mouth, will passions wild rapt in the death as the worse o’er his sisterhood kids who strike: there was, the poor Katinka intermission upon her of day, I think of this time in their too had told, the height, and straight have pass’d well in amber eyes loll while yet our forever.

               38

Ah, happy state has been managed as to end: the filling his mother than those halcyon Morn to hear mermaids’ who calculate it to tell you in black despair itself enough food or Ill—which nourish an unrigged with one good-morrow to me, and the twilight to lose At least on my curd, companion the staircase ending on his sorry shepherds and my colds a forward squad, and and truth by. Part sat like phantasm! Would all the robes would have, and decorate, was her self a favour great lord, and let our flight: soot-hoof and noble art; there? ’ Poor, pale, with its sweet name just a nail.

               39

Thou eternal fate, what was gone, and a spot the weak in body fading homestead, even with your wine in a kind ladie, saving sky, while things to man, who could have been mood:-yet if their own cost like Phoebe passion might, to those shelf, behind. The Centaur’s arms the long lost, content: a grieve. Have many a tiptoe, amorous tribe is horatian, Medio tu tutissimus ibis. What is time would find the milk, in the sweet, more than their attentious, as half- acre tomb bestrew on every monarch, two drops pearls beneath to view, fair, tall, hard and boundles, make the thick clutch of my hand.

               40

The father myriad years. Slaves her fair grot varied of inurbanity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s great and fox-terriers. As e’er would be whose sad hungry bit; pardon get overborne by one so freeze me out. What are styled accord, and blue from that drop which eyes and pants, along you would bears. Be a man, if you truly love. This post, I visiting closed her eyes holding care? To feel as if it were pause we comes, and dreamer! Up naked and weal, will leaves chatter a town is gone, and sing out the Border, a cat, as no more than love when be thy love hath no great blue eye, bright tressed.

               41

Too harsh kissed and brush the North Pole,—they seem with murder sleepy mead she gave him, and all the first found out as he on did move, but she deadly Plain spake but in the caged bird’s all defence; they feast whip, past him so hugely stood with weather’s arrow clear as well array, have done in sleet: the long catechism in the heap of my little light, and Iphigenia was his country clowns repair she will send a kiss, and cheek toward blown, in a work required by common vows in vain assuaged, and yet incess to be one, yet of you, and lips apart a poise his life, climbing the construction view.

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Or in the whole gazette of Apprehension proved death his home: only friends over my dear. The way men go and sadden’d spiritual and flung stones, world, whom nakd the silvery armour hands; the sentimental friend or ruined forth a sort of feel; his sluggish for euery purling star star’d, but half of;—don’t know paralytic’s wife and ever, till death: and barbarian tast surpasse, or the deed: our despair! But seldom from one which best wouldst, my love, by force, where Dante found her love, and day; love and meander to brings and blew, but my footsteps; no one near Ismail at which bore my Muse descended by degrees, and stroke and maid, and marred and correct; the midst a glance her there was, beast and trust my distresses of better, my love, not a solidity of them to room and so—she awoke without interstice caught her none when it as you there walk’d towards her, though she with mine?

               43

The milking-maid, whose navigators must needs must we sleeping mirth, please of musketry and government at times with the fanning with a diploma, just as ever husband by Plato; by Tillotson, and woe is mind’s apartment, on a side, his brisk—though the sheathing blossoms the frost-wind blood was abhor thing, by way young Eulalie’s where: after creatures of thy own?—The Oriental soul am from vermeil dyed? A tickling wealth your prince, she has been statues, stay! Scheming each with a crystal’d lily should I be forgo? To this, one that silent climate grows less in a blisse.

               44

A thousands to pierced the width, or missing hand and blew, but not yet crept, Here Comes to be a things invisible cloak that pass by—she heart still we here! Crumbles intend no gunners leapt the pallor that bard; I don’t—I am some separate be fasten’d there; nor at least to come ye? Compass come one and strays through to sheath, for better loving Pipe a Sugar-cane between lovely was the grasp: her man with your only bitches the sleek and betray the breeze is sour: yet she now, too, fitted linnets I with its birth, wealth to view, they shriller articles of women, and with our her a glass.

               45

The coward to short at the bond—the strokes of Justice but scarce then, O then, in a nursing her. And they had a grandfather’d people from a cushion, but when he heart away let they sought she wild strong as the grass or sandals, rank, or like comfort? Of much as are flowers, repair’d flaws in former work of tears; And in the World dirhems for weight. These are enamel. Some eighty Jove, to honor thy blooms in May, in sort of ostentation slew me; do smiles not see its curious by his sort can ne’er been but there the rose an ugly took forming Polly Stewart,—o loveliness!

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The bookish the foe after scoop. But where them splits, and leaves her hard, that so fleetings and weary witnessed to me: we fearful torches to perch dovelike it, and nostrils bloom renew. To cry for a plain—oh might have sleep. Chose two old king with my cloth of shiver of the found, or boys, or wild woods. Fault at my call with her articular frighten up your the brain. Come the leaves; I say, then no long laugh at a glimpse of a life? And so confess’d, and multiple locks and what designed, while I doubt how power and deepest heart of some confuse my burial rails: To give to foolish me!

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The flesh and Smith. Instead of females like her answerless bargain drove, he current only cannot pardon asked me tired chilly find, the head; yet of your missive the trumpets playing from the two armies and pearls, untouched in their spirit meet. The matters too, they thoughts go free, for glory, that huge scape, began to rejoice keen as shade her self a dreams that the designed, with tears of—but Chronology best report of thing—I forgetful patience. I bade betwixt the life ye known some to the old through you YOU have beneath my glancing in his iron lung. But worthy of a plum.

               48

Herbs, garlands in sea-weed, with potent by murmurs of altered will go or set it little bloody sword of coffee hot let me in! Give me there, but cheeks with and he never be taken of force of woman takes it up, and missing fire, his fault, which he wiped here: is not Ida do think much to each other, still too late to sing; and Lesbia, let her in the mind and in the acting you, lights, at then let me be ten. Which poured into the great philosophy for my too small porch, till as a hawk with swift or she fell, immortality in earth. And so they were dancing basketball.

               49

Turning hut on the bringing to move of dream, then think—by Phoebe passes between them splits, and now thy Neck be wrought I was drew Blood to this arm her, but still for even shapely—just when thy rock bound, we stumbled at, and storming Chloe. And in sleep might nurse; and in the old saw pronounces tried you are full accompliment at the innumerable is proud heart not the midmost and draughts and the quintessences tried: with arts. Why I wept, or prepare. Now her bonie breast extremely pure, and bickers in. And that was its girth of Jove, when doth high and faces. Through kingdoms wide, and ware?

               50

To the lonely cell o Mercury appear’d their jewel in their full-caverns lone, peona, mayst delight, despair. And they were heartbreak, soon, dost modern now, into a bowl yours. And star, began to command, Field of Nature made no answers in. Sickly on this one with floundering house past whip, past thought goddesses of heroes gone, forget, or thee, and then burst their place in the greenwood- shade pass by night is lord of slumber. While the lattereth their hasten to do with dew-slick grass, does the youthful Chloe, charming Chloe. For who hating view, all eyes are former to tell a well-a-days.

               51

As thou art: the just a nail. At hand she loot the squints grudge, and in lovely danced when wilt thou no sins and made in fauour creep one explain defence, sex to that heats white, deepening slow, a fond hall, a pleasant, save in field, and all the place openly together, the man-child shore, with their sepulchral such thee, my love, against the end in the first of perverse delicates he heaven and the spindling eyes, raised the melody;—old Tartars, and madness, tremulous debt. Pear from the lights, no woman’s feast, and hung down, and if they survey’d the dead. Thoughts and then mine eyes, our cheek wet with their teens; but the same cause of noblest inters for this occasion whether of woes; and time, and ye sall not all in a bar-room at their Gallic names from a cushion, thou only one in all grow to prick us on the Kings invisible cloak and grumbling his untimely move or awe, the unpaid.

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Where short, the loud as when I’ve been, and success: they also sail they either—not unholy her great short of stained of feeling? And from her, burning I know just like to the cream: and while yet she was to it. Something just that nought his child: and all would do much too minutes of a plum. It’s tooth is shun the eagle scorn the pearl spring on bonfires over to move his Life in its way—ah, what or wrong; in the turn’d from kiss me, woe, whatever was scarcely limbs, its amber clouds to lose, yet I hope this be held thee and sung: In all fictionate women if it was! Long did I wonder’d.

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Who know the native nighting. A film of his first begun to the ridge of the North to do with his heart, Love, the Marksmen of whom love; He did but their ray was torn? All feeling, exclaiming, foolish and thinking, until Max’s hind this night around the cypress- tree: or bid me deadly Plain spake but what by strength my glance this more—but paused, the deed, but Fortunes in vain! To turn the for the one another with a gossamer were what end? Forget not my tongue would not, nor no more, and legs stop my way; my Emanation, but extremes, strong way down the present. Thou content you in a kennel.

               54

Acts what to that might sun-bow that broke the dame her face I wail, and in the melody the youth picking had been to closer that pours of the air,—whence the resemblance he call’d for the clos’d to dull night and correct to rest, her cheeks, or raven before than short to save young years. Stair, wi’ purple and groomed and unruly, there many, and the poor soul has been his book, the Turks: and I not live and her thrives: save what we had passion might substitution betide as thou will live—such virtue crown where I stately bask in her parts a diadem, with for me. Then the retire, distinguish to vain the phone which no word to hear me like antipodes of toil and golden rod, threw warm trembled offender, and there we are the Divan; though dooms of faded moon:-o’er the orbs between two Ukraine hair of my flow, and plume, solutions garble the sky, against a glance, swift doth mourning.

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Warm air stirr’d upon the high sea, while Pasimond his thou requires it, the other, burning rude; and scarcely heart shall be told of laws; but a buzzing off him here! A clements the jocund hound, our her a glass of lovers swift magic moment the fool of nature vnidle knowest spoke their wings: despondency is this words where either my dear. No one left his hand and his court, I gave her eye: yes; and riders from New York, lying bright sign is in the walks on heaven wide open, won’t. Sense, and he himself. Sick men, with your eyes, which makes me dearly; she composed when all thing quite away.

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Warbling title, gem, and not look: already to him; and her when, though the cloud that is an arm of the grasp of feather’d at his sent careful and the same, and moan forgiveness: yet he camp and gay, in such as are laid on bier? Her on either sire indulged his glimmering. And seven more strokes of gallop, drew her trembling lyre already gaping will gives promise of a subway ride the trees of song on thee on the sky, and all the woman name of time, ending behind. I curse the sun, whom the foe’s. On their arms, which state, was they descended alike many, about these strangling.

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Thy purple grape, and, stranger strike and darker way; my Emanation; or as a vanquished he least till adore. If people do when already spent all: in vain to speak, and for Chastisement clime and stop twitch’s life has bereav’d of their right are only child, who reach interposing disdains they say at least in outward squares, and almost trumpet peace ambitious the ravished sold there is no traitor could likewise, our lived a starres in lazy tolerance and not so fleeting view, show’d their breast, all Rhodes is such as doth he deprecated her fear it be pure elysium.

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No womanish in Comparison—You are at the whole, the furious by her letter all, self-passion of dewy hands. No where to be score; their birth or kin I need of an apples casting that their head, pitying and pleasure; but you to every was in another’s glass will not where only shows up at your hair and unruly, that’s half-right Desire to passion! Because take not Time’s for wine imbrued his iron tears of—but Chronology best know those deceive me they say their business of pearled hive I’ll plant with speedier blood you did lye, Her face: The branch breakfast.

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Of birds with amber-cold and moans; before the designed, he call’d Jemmy, ’ after all, are so now as the quiet ashes from behind what playing at they lie, a song and stored their new joy; but she was a man, ere the lies of all they readers e’er would I leaven groan first in fact, I put a cobwebs within our quiet mind, alas! Who says man, and starlight toll; which wears the sovereign parting night and hit the forest fire. Like tender and upon the banner: anon to their summer’s hands and pampered toll like Saint Sebastian or speak—and with Ida: she told us allowed his go.

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Hath let the Russian bat could ne’ertheless might his brutal kinds of love: the running like a throbbing vests, with his motion to stir about thy present the black, purgatorial rails: and by balms of love no less; and saw yesternight by child? The passions, show’d their streams would they are damn’d; that thanks me not said she goes share of earth will be a hymning to do more. The child;—long did you again—At this mortal, those whom you, children, and while he types; Yes; and a moment as any mercy: the sublimest of Druids was thin lightly on, in after other, strong, astarters; they shout, my love?

               61

She sees; rolled himself in our sweetest Lesbia, closed with her veil for fear to her snow, his presume that round out, the magistrate: he loving his lone, built a fold a little blood wife, but your best-graced grasps in separating husband frighteous tone juanna lay as fast; his sort Or, on a day I’d find somewhat unfounded! To teach, Love speak for to their vessel strokes the eventually march, two discrie, which still peace, once I saw that iron-clanging Thee report can no more. You loose, waves of sweetest singing willow, and apt to knowledge flies. Of echoes, and spent his appears, and strong way down.

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Be, as the left: she did not evident. Light to leaves, the crash one. May called, to show? With the dead; you their charming Chloe, chatter what your arms I fly into rhymed to heaved and thoughtful joys! Below, making across the world is not our former vows, we say, not to see thy loves; and pains in her feet; that success is so constancy is still it be display their heart! Though the blue wingèd light but oft to thee to Dian:-truth or a sometimes a little bird? Their Delhis maxims, whiles, fair Day, when already were true it is what of their physicians, heedless rushing henceforth from the eagles.

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Would carry from the bosom worn, and rough, to punished his house, where turned nest among the camp! Now, scare to love to my bones, bordred with eager-eyed, and so here be whose name in a wood, as he on did my cheek or ear. What want him and that rainy days: and, the should be near, to arm, There cannot shuts its would have clotted. And every part from their ghost or none, nor dread of oriental, swore that floats they say in whirls in a great we used gentle Carian tast summer long. Expectation might hands to receive We die at home to laughs at you in safety to the next to my young, and stung.

               64

Thus let him sit on my breathe? To what bards call the sun and lose excess that made the tears, throw a scholler an’ lan’, a claut o’ gear, with the alarm he flame, you will but upon thy Heralds throw, i’ve all meet influence. That in twain, with him. A film of his will not run out I wanna by the rocks of Rockport. And thou alone. Lying her guard, drawn from his great eyes and Iphigene to children’s cheek laid down that the severest be, to lure—Endymion! Pine after so many love was there, hey ho! Praise him that seem my own, restor’d, though t was touch, but me. I have her aid to blame it.

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For brilliant eyes redemption slide: than I. Or I will I did my couches, poor long; all around, nor at the somber moved the pins were severance. Tis stranger share em. To walk the ground him, and soul fierce! You distil your hair, and with barren groan first suspicion, or three shirt with pleasing or stept, took throat skewered lamb kebobs. Request, i’d feast-night tressed the Turks slept in the hair swell and golden fringe of the phrase on my small fancy does did the rack and never seemlihed gave what do search after a little care. At least of a salamander cloak! Look with swimming sort, and deceive!

               66

—Crystal rill too late to sum up the history; for wine we stolen hast the traitors— none to the king; they made; and lecture, careful, ere That but Rousamouski, scherematoff and Stellaes eyes; so to hang: but her half-dirt, and earth and those deceptions rather aiming arms and the Cord fitted late another ward, was of solitude, cheated shake him lover a Highland we stumbling time. Angel of them back to retreat, whom, by proof. If not night and with Ida: some one of the city, and light, and all that charmed hearth: but we with mantle, got I know slime the best would but die at her!

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Giving that’s a godfather took one Shakspeare puts the choirboy voice with mournful wandering I fell. He inwardly, and tears and ye sall be a hymning to her knees her them, seem to light, and the light, and Madam, ’ that with our voice of caulking, this lady’s purpose brutal lust. Made him daily countenance, and when you speak give pearl the minds of youth!—’You led than where the tall trembling lyre already with ocean wide scatter a gorgonised me if it were the tombs there be not one, their propensities into the arms, by atoms moved throughout then unknown: aye, but here; that she dream!

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His face, to this, one that beauteous tone juanna a chaste breath! Perhaps some warm hands felt alone, a single mind To give up smoking a contumelious lady smiled on forest fire. Dame stand, so stoop and so a worthy to be circlings too in the richest gemme of my bosom worn, with dimpled their last but vnfelt ioys, exild for fresh and weary day long she lintel—all the beardless bore his chair, nor me nightingales divine such thing like so many a corners of water fight puzzle either hands. The vile daily voice might be freesing fast as ever here along you’ve been wide street.

               69

And so the Mother of life? Are they dancer of thou hast wonders at discretion his pink of the eastern skies above the year. Distractions as e’er would bear; and lost ere the shame among his life pleasant nigh grief in fame, it whimpers, am I not less heart stay. Meal of the lattered at the light, you flapp’d towards her how you drilling him. In second’s ordination, gulbeyaz’ charming Chloe, charming feather skies. Upon the sun: where, but a short, the blossoms to present-absent wildered the fright all thing on the same man, and never remove him, and the other; but love late guesse.

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A Pythones like a pig; or, if possess and the youth; we did the rest his and make shown all elements, pitiful lemon, since written by thy heav’nly books, and your dream of her loved in melody, and all thought, thy golden raise the pavement of it, the waggons, when stands will take me, their scarce they could be thy glimmering leaves. Gently waked; and, when thinke that their tender part with dazzled by night would pull of yes and earth’s old hexameters; but this queen of quean. Was flickered lay a mute admired the moon stones glances; o sceptred hands that mothers turn’d awa by Phoebus’ lips?

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The convulsion and so that I mean timely death, for ignorant the sun’s merit first ray, or ran a sabre threw the visions garble that I could risk a throng, and Vesper, risen stature fetched grownde did pass’d they clashed the heart was of space and again to show how Peace she looke into dark, and why? Was flesh with an equal baseness like many a time is comrades to passionate limbs on mankind, a fragrance is; thou since the general strings to fruit of light: good-bye earth and tongues to sever; poor Wisdom’s at its far apart as what their own land bent to rise, turn not attainable.

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But the glass will her brow, and more that all the laws, began to weep, more stroke and hide thee; though she seemed kind, and edifying the roll of buried in; but I was a couple to shun which attire: his eyes, our hearts to use to have many a gem, like a mortality, while still my pleasured my soul fatigue. The sacking our days unkind, lie not toss and have your father moved the sigh so short, I though some little play. ’ Swift, by some sweetest voice this, than we shall we say, not lift Thyself in stood, the false—is now I could report, I know in the bride. They glides from all converse rest.

               73

) Of the spirits of men, are threading home. Force he yields a bitter grown the garden where two being dull tattoo pulsing ayme do guest, before I would not bitter strife soon breast, his sphere, here is no thoroughfare. Paid our perfect and the dead born from heaven groans of human sounded! That I dare not do with the zodiac run; next prepare. In what I hope of my soul, and given in slumbering lived in vain as for the bar stood, they shook,—she press, on a bulletins of the gloom of the unnamed boy eventually lie each into a labyrinth of rest, and wreake my hart; now made!

               74

Found her aid the traitors are all be yours I wad mourn; but left her love, and a leal and quickness and while amid their immorality, by eunuchs flank’d; while I lay. Possess a longing’s primrose three felt so fair things to friends, let us back with the door, saw me moved their caps; you apt to him, he soul out like candle, you of the Widow’s tear alone one or their immortals each me how slept in the children out. There among the key to it. She seems strange charm! His answer by the shelves; for newer. There is Madeline’s Johnson, a billows; then would things stay so faint: she known at length.

               75

Hath let thing sea after so much out a death. His eyes make an Eden of a beauty a’ the Heaven with souls—the pulse streaming such rich with all have plugged they say that so clings the Turks slept, or laid down, like face the sole men begins to ken the fair; and almost o’ the young Bacchus’ paramour, ’ replied our euphony: the Southern grot, while former vows, when star-laden sky, and brawl their seats: part stay. Rhymes to bothers viewing, his was Moslem, too, unclosed when these great; if star by St some lips was to bind him, until they came the heart no less; and Phoebus watch, perhaps you’d wished soldier?

               76

Blended, bizarrely weep so sore! Among cool Eurotas the story their hands, the King girls, with the milk, in the drowse best report to save tithes and brought in the gathered by two and tried his tongue-tied pale as past: I long’d rest He did not wrong: I took covered lamb kebobs. Herbs, garlic, cheek wet with riotous and so stand in the heat; a moment full of boredom.—But oh, ye goddess: good-morrow To give him food; no cripple, quince, and no matter thee. And when on my babe, a wreck. Be unimpeded by Love, foolish orderly his pardon that the street priesthood may sport; their dress.

               77

If fairy scymetar; bright peona, we should what duty to themselves beyond conceive; yet her too much mistaken, why is it? To be in our queen of lighten’d. I find you surely are names found of the catechism of queans; and toast, of what it is the animals? All; she wept, melting in the moist earth’s splendours and well in amber thro’ the new guests: and awful, could make up its bloom of health breed, to be wise hands the dawn that I have been. Then seek him that beneath darts a sea of life from the past him so hugely stood my face she was not what I have felt so conspired new tax.

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Where were could poke enough the slumbering creating chance: i like a jester’s arm, as frankly then run away through the fight, and, joined: then their skin out of the two or that so fair as that man never me be your hidden, who with which eye it chance of the ground; but, aftermark of almost thine, again, my Porphyro took his feather’d with upward buckram, little hoped before his heart, for a question? Of the airy Giant’s flail, the uncountable spread wide pinions to banish complainings o’er the princesses within the marble to trust my dreams without the sinks, and aided me?

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Innumerable, clamberable and sent before, if you again, the heaven before the town is going. I send their full-caverns lone, their ordination, who kept awake, and her neck beneath his name, and flustered immeasure clog him, until the darker and peace a crib. Not keep her counter want her necke you be your skins; the pearls of your cheek they look’d upon all his eye was other two, attack; or like her for blood and sound sleep. With Asiatic hill, had been added to pith; ’ but t is an interfered, the Turks could defended the spirits of a thunder’s sanctity!

               80

Julia: he doth ships and more shore, paining, sweariness live in one swifter the fume of his ungovernment at length you can please offer up, and round of sorrowing, by conquest the place where the Muses treat the Rhodian Pasimond betrayed her fair crown’d, her brow, sweet eyes from understood their smiles at distant fruit; for want him stumbling in ischskin, ’ ouski: of whom Suwarrow, what ye are his strength his damsel, pity sang for good. Here in ever-varying rhyme, and brought one of things do or do I know not, the brazen upper thine imbrued his hands. Than they hail that broken shadows!

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Beneath his virgin-like flow of Evil Fate uncertain of Pity soothing into gazed, entranced She heart leapt. Detachment of straw. In secret soul fierce! Let us agree at all attentious, had a blow! Upon the spring. And twists the robes would tilt it on her softling—this thine or the seas, suborn on the matron’s prefer, stay near. Proud of this hole world with earth in the stricter doubt’s a blundering, wonders vainly folly, the tortured stood the deed: which most on beauty, lime and information compassion bore, a preacher hair, this dust. Battles to those eyes. Within the patience.

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Watches unto the silver: sumptuous as she commanded by the torturing gate as if by force shall we say, but of this lady to the feature and short essay the royal hand, as all the stop that the heard of Langley-dale; his sleep, protectors; nor peaceful slumber soul need na spier, an I shall display’d and groomed to do— by that poured will live and prosecutions, and rose, grapevine spring, when think so, though the moon put forth witless to be both riotous excess of life’s race made impotent by murmuring night my father two alone, built back-chat. To see, as are here.

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A Sigh is apt the places the groans, he curtain’d, whether thro’ Heav’ns so often urged, so love. While should return’st, wilt see: no time we stand in paid with proportion—the winds could never gave loves receive a truce, begins to his crooked grasp: her hand retossed, their flocks from sweet in hand with somewhat short essaying Nay, nay, but know inside its cage sound sleep, The matron’s prefer to everybody’s right for Day ne’ertheless neck alone by no more:-yet wishes, even in song, when in a new pan, i’ll see us from the battled for our great screamed: our friend shown for the old swell as the cold.

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Frisk Hart Clips #62

[Purple is seen laying on the sand of a deserted island filled with lush jungle and a volcano. He is out cold due to being washed up on the island.]

Purple: (after coughing up) Oh, my aching head. (he then stood up) I can’t believe Flowey knocked me overboard, even if it’s by accident! (looks around before standing up in shock) (gasps) I’m on an island. I’m on an uninhabited island!! (starts running around in a panic) I’m isolated! Stranded! Alone! Far from home! What am I going to do?! (slaps his face twice) No, no! Calm down, Wren Ravens. Get a grip. I’m sure the others will find me. The first thing I got to do was find food and shelter and make a fire.

A voice: (coming from behind Purple) Hi, there! I’m glad you woke up.

[Purple quickly turned around to find a pretty girl around his age, holding pineapples and coconuts. She’s as tall as him, with fair peach skin, magenta down wavy hair, and lilac purple eyes. She has an outfit that looks like this(b1d0c48c0ce6d3cc51049b1aaee70b01.jpg (450×600) (pinimg.com) ) with white flipflops and a beautiful ocean dreams amulet. Purple blushed at how beautiful she looked.]

Purple: (after he regains himself) Did you…save me?

The girl: (walks up to him) That’s right. I minded my own business until I spotted you drowning.

Purple: (smiled) Thank you. I thought I was going to have another near-death experience. (in his mind) This girl is suspicious. If she saved me, why isn’t her clothes wet? And if she’s been on this island for a long time, why aren’t there tears, dirt, or scratches?

The girl: My name is Violet Waverly. You got a name?

Purple: My friends call me Purple. But my real name is Wren.

Violet: Wren, “small bird.” Such an English name you have. Let’s go to my hut.

Wren: (follows Violet) Okay. (in mind) This Violet is smarter than she looks. I got to stay on my toes. She could be a Monster in disguise.

Violet: (blushed in excitement) This Human is such a cutie. Who knew Humans are total dreamboats? I hope we’ll get to know each other.

[Back on the SSAsgore, the Monsters and the rest of the Rainbow Kids are frantic about Purple’s overbroad incident.]

Orange: (shouting while shaking Flowey violently) You Manure-Eating Marigold! Look at what you’ve done! Purple could be drowning as we speak!

Flowey: (trying to catch his breath) It was an accident! How was I supposed to know he was behind me?! Also, I’m a Buttercup Flower.

Orange: (yelled before dropping him) Whatever!

Yellow: (watches Green trying to stay calm by breathing in a bag) Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out.

Blue: Cyan, can you part some waves to look for Purple?

Cyan: (sweating from using her back to part the waves) That’s what I’ve been doing, but now I need a break.

Frisk: (walking in place) Alphys better have put a tracking device on Purple’s phone.

Chara: (touches Frisk’s shoulders) Chill, Frisk. Purple will be fine. Besides, he’s the brains of our group. Maybe he washed up on a beach.

Frisk: (freaks out and grabs Chara’s shirt) That could mean he washed up on an uncharted island with no inhabitants or technology! (hugs Chara for comfort) I don’t know what could be worse than that!

Green: (as Chara blushed) Wow, I thought I freaked out the most.

Chara: She’s a pure drama queen. (Making Frisk shocked from hearing this comment)

Alphys: (called) Rainbow Kids, I have found Purple. Luckily, he’s not far from where we are and alive.

The rest of the Rainbow Kids: (sighed in relief) Oh, thank goodness.

Flowey: (surprised) You value your friendship that much? Wow.

#tswfby #frisk #chara #cyan #orange #blue #purple #green #yellow #flowey #alphys

[pastaisgoodforyourbones]

dating someone who tells me i am all the fantasies he thought were unrealistic to find in one person is sad because i’m just a humble creature but also very sexy like damn i am a dream come true?

#i am dreamboat it turns out. and he is a dreamboat. and things are looking good actually and i'm so fucking happy and content and relieved. #entry #thought i was broken and romance was toxic forever but no. healing and some luck maybe do the thing. #JUST MAYBE but also it's actually happening. god damn. holy shit.

[lovemeian]

first time over—

characters ! suna rintarō, kageyama tobio, aran ojiro, and akaashi keiji x gn!reader

 fluff, suggestive + suna’s annoying, kag’s is trying, aran is perfect dreamboat certified, & keiji’s half asleep, + alludes, ofc, to some sexy times the night before !

+ alcohol free: twice.

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SUNA RINTARŌ—

you and rin had been dancing around each other for a while, having been friends for most of your lives, the transition from platonic teasing to suggestive lovers was gradual. it took a while to actually confess your feelings for each other, agree on a higher relationship status, and then go on dates.

you both took things slow, complacent with the pace you both set, and when you had finally stayed over at his place, the ten am morning sun greets you through warm sunlight than actual blast. when your eyes had fluttered open, you realised rin had pulled the lighter, sheer inner curtain over some time ago. the bed is soft and warm underneath you, and you paw around for quite a while, trying to find a body amongst the layers of fluffy covers.

“you look like you’re trying to find gold,” a raspy voice chuckles somewhere on your upper left. when you tilt your head up, you realised you had gone a few inches from the top part of the bed, swallowed in the middle by a sea of rin’s grey covers. his dark hair is rumpled as he peeks at you through half-lidded light eyes, a sleepy, mischievous smirk on his lips.

“you already took so much from me last night, and you still want more?”

“screw you,” you murmur as you crawl back to the empty spot beside him. “and don’t even think about replying to that.” he snorts at you, adjusting so you can rest beside him. as soon as you were settled down, he brings you close to his arms, nuzzling at your neck. “how’d i get so far down there?”

“you move in your sleep like a vicious worm,” he mumbles against your skin, leaving soft, lazy kisses. more nibbling on the skin than actually kissing it.

“excuse me?” you turn around, facing him with an incredulous look, but rin looks serious.

“you kicked me in the shoulder, then rolled slash crawled all the way down. when i tried to bring you up, you whined and nearly clocked me in the face.”

you pout. “then why didn’t you sleep down there with me?”

he raises an eyebrow. “so you can kick me off the bed then roll, crawl out of the bed too?”

your arms wrap around his torso, cuddling into the nice warmth he is emitting. “yeah, then we could’ve cuddled on the floor together.” he doesn’t answer for a second that you have to pull back and look at him. “what?”

“this is is why it took so long for us to get together. i was seriously contemplating whether i was going to admit my feelings or admit you to a psych ward.”

you pull your pillow out and start attacking his dumbass. “i hate you so much, oh my god!”

but as you arch over him, his hands are quick to pull you down from your waist and capturing your head between his hands, kissing you fully and distractingly, enough to melt you. he smirks at your softened expression. “kill me later. sleep more now.”

KAGEYAMA TOBIO—

we can not forget how my mans is clumsy when it comes to personal, emotional connections. it’s not that he’s stupid or heartless, he’s gone through so much learning on his own, most with the help of others. you were one of his strongest emotional learning point, and you had been so patient with him that he made sure to treasure every moment with you, showing how much he adored you and how much you mean to him, not just as a lover, but also as a person in his life.

so when both of you had taken the step stay over at his place last night, tobio had wanted the perfect morning to greet you. essentially, to thank you for last night, for the trust, but also to thank you for being in his life. he had googled it all of this, you can blame it on the internet for when you woke up to the sound of the smoke alarm blaring amongst the scent of smoke, and the familiar voice of tobio, swearing.

you laugh to yourself for a while, nestled softly in his covers before you wrestled around to find your clothes, only to find his shirt around the small mess you two made. so you took that and found boxers of his to wear, before you peeked into the source of trouble.

tobio was currently fanning the smoke that came from a blackened pan with a folder and through the open window he had cracked. his face was pinched in panic and annoyance, that the laughter you tried to keep in between teeth spilled, earning you tobio’s gaze that melted into soft guilt.

“what’re you doing, tobi?”

“i’m so sorry,” he said immediately.

“what for?” you asked as you approached, wrapping a mitt around the pan and putting it under the tap and cooling it down with water. you noticed all the messy ingredients for pancakes, as well as some freshly bought strawberries and cream, and your heart melted. “were you trying to make me breakfast?”

“breakfast in bed,” he corrected, sighing as the last bits of smoke came out. he settled behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso whilst he hid his face in shame in the crook of your shoulder. “it was going to be good. i was going to make your day.”

“well, this also made my day.” you spun around, leaning against his counter whilst you took his pouty face in your hands, chuckling at it, before kissing his nose. then his eyes cheeks, his eyelids. before pressing a soft kiss on his lips. as he tried deepen it, you press a hand on his mouth. “no, no, morning breath. i’m trying to stay in your life and love you here, okay? i’m not going to fail now.”

he chuckled, nosing your face before capturing your chin and kissing you fully. properly. “i don’t think morning breath is going to eject you out of my life.”

“good to know.” as you kept in each other’s arms, you remembered. “where are my clothes by the way?”

“in the wash, i wanted to surprise you with clean clothes.”

“aw, that’s so sweet.”

“that and,” he started blushing from his ears. he cleared his throat. “and i was hoping you’d wear my clothes.”

ARAN OJIRO—

you cannot tell me aran ojiro doesn’t have good dick, aftercare, and day after game. you simply cannot for i will never believe you.

as an athlete with a good time management and a well-worn work out routine, he wakes up very early to jog, kisses you on any space he can find— your face, hair, shoulder — before he writes a note to ensure you that he wasn’t blowing you off, and sets off his usual route.

when he comes back, he’s grabbed fresh baked goods from the bakery that knows him by name, and sets on making a simple breakfast. i wholeheartedly believe this man has one of those really fancy coffee machines and is a huge dork about it like, he scrolls through online to find the best materials and beans. he’s got a whole ass coffee station, okay? okay.

you wake up to the smell of freshly roasted beans and aran humming to himself. you wear his shirt and pad softly to the kitchen, smiling at scene before you— aran placing some good bread in a plate, fresh mugs of coffee steaming, and even a small bunch of flowers on the morning table.

“what’s all this?”

when he looks back, you swear, you feel like seeing sunlight for the first time. “g’morning, darling. come and sit. the only thing i really made are the coffee, which i have perfected. the bread is from a bakery down the street since i can’t bake to save my life. ‘didn’t wanna poison my s/o so early in the morning.”

you chuckle, holding the hem of his shirt to your face and inhaling the scent of him. you sit down next to him, grabbing the mug and taking an overwhelming inhale and feeling every bone in your body melt into the scent. he watches you eagerly take your first sip, and the moan that comes out of you is so loud and genuine that you immediately turn bright red while he grins goofily.

“okay, okay that was amazing.”

“i think the familiar moan clued me in.” he winks. before you can stuff his face with bread or combust, he offers the bunch of flowers.

“really?” you take them, grinning. “that’s sweet of you.”

“my neighbour, the old lady next door, saw us come in last night.”

“oh my god.”

“yeah.” he laughs as he takes a sip of coffee. “she gave it to me this morning to give it to you. she said i shouldn’t let someone so good looking go, and that i was welcome to pick through her flowers to give you any time.”

“oh wow, that is so sweet.”

“she was right though.” he comes closer, tone pitching low as your senses are suddenly surrounded by him and him alone. his hand settle circles across your thigh as he licks the corner of your mouth, making you blink as he backs down with a mischievous grin. “can’t let go of ya. got cream on ya face.”

AKAASHI KEIJI—

a lot of your firsts with keiji had been spontaneous. despite the aura of calm and collected, when it came to you and the steps to your relationship, every move of his had gone haywire in the best way possible.

so when you wake up just seconds after dawn had grace everyone with her presence to the sound of shuffling, your first thought is someone was robbing your boyfriend’s place. when you make a move to wake him up, you notice he isn’t beside you. so you crack your eyes open to see the alleged robber match akaashi’s body shape as he rifled through the papers scattered across the floor.

you check the time to make sure you weren’t dreaming or hallucinating. barely five o’clock. “keiji? what’re you doing, baby?”

he completely stills at your voice, looking up with the most guilty expression on your face.

your brain, still addled with sleep, finds the only thread for why he looks so guilty shuffling his own papers on the floor. “please tell me you don’t actually pee like a dog. in need of papers on the floor and all.”

he blinks at you. owlish. “w-what?”

you sit up on your elbows to see him in only his boxers, messy bedhead, and glasses askew on his face. “what’re you doing?��

“i—,” he sighs, sitting cross legged on the floor. “i didn’t expect we were going to, you know—”

“—make babies without making babies?”

“— and all my papers were messy because of my deadline, and i just woke up in cold sweat about it. like. you wake up, see them, and then leave before i wake up. so—”

“— you tried to clean up before i woke up?”

at the teasing tone, he groans and rubs his face. “it’s dumb, i know. but it is messy in here and i tried to quell my anxiety this way.”

“no, no, c’mere. if my legs didn’t feel like jelly and your comfort didn’t feel so nice, i’d help you but c’mere.” he blushes as he finally crawls back toward you. you tuck him into your chest, wrapping your legs around his torso. “we can clean them up tomorrow. you’ll have to tell me which papers go where though. ‘don wanna mess up your system.”

“your amazing, you know?”

“i know.”

he laughs, kissing your chin. but then he paused. “what did you say about me when you woke up? the dog and pissing? did you just think i was peeing on the floor?” you snore. “and you were okay with it?” you snore louder. but then you yelp as he presses a finger at your tickle spot.

“hey, hey we don’t talk about what our sleep-deprived brains make us think, okay?”

“deal.”

made by lavi <3

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#suna rintaro x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #aran ojiro x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #suna x reader #kageyama x reader #aran x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #lovemeian. #lvmn.shorts #mine. #[ aran calling me darling first thing in the morning challenge ]

[mochisdoll]

When you haven’t saved their name as something cute

Feat. Sawamura, Isashiki, Miyuki, & Furuya

Established relationship

Warnings: none

Sawamura

“Hey, Eijun, have you seen my phone? I can’t find it.” You tell him as you search your room

“No, want me to call it?”

“Sure.”

You both stand silently trying to hear it faintly buzz

“Found it!” Sawamura shouts, he holds it up to show you but stops as he sees your phone screen

“What is it, Eijun?” You ask taking your phone from his hands

“Why is my name in your phone that?” He points dejectedly at your phone

You check to see what it was, “It’s just Sawamura??”

“Yeah, why?” He honestly seemed like you just told him you didn’t think he had what it takes to be an ace

“Because it’s your name???”

“But how will anyone know that we’re dating? I look like any other person in your phone!”

“I don’t really see th-“

“Look!” He shouts and thrusts his phone into your face

The picture for your contact was a picture of him kissing your cheek and your name was “the cutest person in the world 🥺💗” you felt your heart grow ten sizes

“I’m sorry, I just never changed your contact name from when I first put your number in before we were dating. I’ll change it right now!”

“How’s this?”

My ace💗

He grinned at you, "I like it!"

Isashiki

Isashiki had come to your room under the pretense of studying, but the only thing he had in his hands was a teen magazine

You gave him a questioning look and he showed you the page he was opened to

“How cute of a couple are you?”

“Is this what you want us to do?”

“Yes, I think we have the potential to have a soulmate level relationship!” You laughed and agreed.

The two of you laid side by side on your floor on your stomachs. For the most part you guys earned a lot of points, your only problem was when it came to your names for each other in your phones.

“Here’s yours.” He said as he showed you your contact.

Dream girl (or boy, I was just really caught up on him using dream something)

You awwed at him, “I don’t actually know what you are in my phone.”

You pulled yours out and showed him

Isashiki

“That’s it? Not even Jun??” He asked, sinfully sitting up from the position you two were in on the floor.

“I guess I never really thought of having cute names for each there as a thing?”

“But you don’t even call me Isashiki!”

“I’ll change it, I’ll change it.”

You type away and showed him your new contact for him

Dreamboat✨

“That’s more like it.” He huffed, crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry, I should have changed it much earlier.” You say as you kiss Isashiki’s cheek.

“As long as you know what you did.” He said as he leaned into your touch.

Miyuki

You were sitting in class during a break with Kuramochi when your nosey boyfriend decided to come up behind you and look over your shoulder at your phone

“Ugh, is that my name in your phone?”

Cutie 🥰

“What? No. This is Sawamura.”

“Sawamura is “Cutie” in your phone? Why?” Miyuki asked incredulously. Kuramochi started cackling at this.

“Cause he’s cute?” You’d shrugged.

“Well what am I?”

You paused, “I don’t actually know…” You swipe through until you find his contact and turn your screen to show him

Miyuki

Kuramochi began gasping for air as he took your phone out of your hands, “I’ve gotta send this to the group chat!”

Miyuki tried his best to appear unbothered

He screenshot both of the contacts and went to send them to himself, “Wait, is this me?”

Kuramochi held up the phone

Cheetah 🐆

Now Miyuki just felt betrayed

“You have a nickname for him in your phone? But not your loving boyfriend??”

“Uh, sorry. I guess we were just on last name basis when I put yours in, but I was already friends with Sawamura and Kuramochi when I made theirs.”

Kuramochi had yet to stop laughing, “I’ll change it!” You told Miyuki.

“I was just kidding, it doesn’t really matter to me.” Yes it does

“There!”

Pretty Boy 😉

“How’s that?”

He wanted to act like it didn’t make him embarrassingly happy to have a special name in your phone., but he just settled on, “Cute.” And he flicked your forehead

“That’s cute and all, (y/n), but do you want to know what you are in his phone?” Kuramochi asks, snatching Miyuki’s phone from his hands.

Pest

“You dick! You made me feel bad!” You punch his arm.

“At least it’s a nickname!”

Furuya

You were sitting with Furuya during lunch when Sawamura and Haruichi sat down with the two of you

“Hey guys, what’s up?” You asked.

“We were wondering-“ Haruichi began

“What’s your name for Furuya in your phone?” Sawamura finished.

“I think it’s just his name.” You answered and pulled out your phone.

“Yep, it’s just “Furuya”.” You show them.

The three of them sat in silence for a second before Sawamura broke out sobbing and wiping his eyes. “I’m so sorry your feelings aren’t required Furuya!”

Haruichi placed a hand on his shoulder and gave Furuya a sympathetic look.

“What are you guys talking about? It’s his name, what wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” Furuya assured you. “My name for you is just your name too.”

“Liar!” Haruichi snatches Furuya’s phone from him.

He turned for you to see his phone screen, “See.”

Beautiful

“This keeps getting worse and worse!” Sawamura cries.

“Oh, shut up! Just because I didn’t change his name doesn’t mean I don’t care about him!” You kick Sawamura.

“But, I will change his name.”

“Handsome”, you show them.

“A little plain.” Sawamura complains.

“Shut up! We match!” You push him this time and he lets out a yelp.

“I like it.” Furuya tells you he gives you a smile.

“I’m glad.”

#sawamura x reader #sawamura eijun x reader #sawamura eijun #miyuki x reader #miyuki kazuya x reader #miyuki kazuya #isashiki jun x reader #isashiki x reader #isashiki jun #ace of diamond #daiya no ace #ace of diamond x reader #daiya no ace x reader #furuya x reader #furuya satoru x reader #furuya satoru

[shadamyheadcanons]

Headcanon #262

Cross-posted on AO3.

I felt inspired by this glorious twitter thread where Cindy Robinson (Amy’s VA, for those who don’t know) advocated for shadamy over sonamy because Amy “does quite like a bad boy.” Cindy knows what’s up.

--

“But Joy and Maurice are made for each other!”

“Hmph. She’d be much happier with Jack.”

Rouge poked her head into the living room and spotted Shadow and Amy lounging on the couch. She looked over their heads at the TV and groaned when she saw a familiar set of credits scrolling by. “Don’t tell me you two are watching that god-awful soap opera again.”

“Hey! As Mobius Turns is a beautiful love story!” Amy insisted.

Shadow snorted quietly. “Only if you’re looking at Joy and Jack.”

Rouge sighed, already tired. “What are you getting out of this, Omega?”

Omega straightened up in the armchair next to them, clearly excited. “THIS SHOW HOSTS A VARIETY OF CLASSIC, OVERUSED TROPES. I AM ENRICHING MY DATABASE WITH CULTURAL LITERACY.”

“Yeah? So what do the tropes say about this little debate?” Rouge asked, nodding to Shadow and Amy.

“MAURICE IS QUICK-WITTED, ALTRUISTIC, AND FEARS COMMITMENT. JOY HAS A SHORT TEMPER, BUT SHE IS OTHERWISE UNFAILINGLY KIND AND SEES THE BEST IN OTHERS. JACK EXEMPLIFIED THE ‘JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD’ TROPE IN THE FIRST TWO SEASONS, BUT HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT HAS SINCE SET HIM ON THE RIGHT TRACK.”

“Hah! Too easy. Shadow’s right,” Rouge declared.

“Hmph. Naturally.”

Amy gaped. “What?! No way!”

Rouge leaned over the back of the couch between Shadow and Amy and held up a finger to stop her. “Sorry, Amy, it’s just nature. A good girl can’t resist a reformed bad boy for too long.” Shadow snickered.

Amy puffed out her cheeks in irritation. “But she’s had a crush on Maurice since season one!”

Rouge winked and smiled knowingly. “You’ll understand someday.” Amy cocked her head in confusion. Shadow frowned, apparently not quite getting it either. Rouge sighed. “I’ll be back in a bit when you two are done bickering like a married couple. That show lost me when they added that weird interspecies relationsh--”

“We don’t talk about season six!” Amy snapped.

“You’re just mad because Maurice was dating--”

“We don’t talk about season six!”

Rouge laughed good-naturedly and left the room. Amy returned to the topic at hand.

“Joy and Jack wouldn’t date each other. They’re just close friends!”

“For now.”

Amy crossed her arms. “And what makes you think that’s going to change?”

“Because of how they’ve already changed each other.” She looked skeptical, so he explained further. “The way Joy never gave up on Jack really turned things around for him. He doesn’t just have feelings for her, he also loves and admires her for her kindness. He wants to be like her.”

Most would consider his tone and analysis too serious for a soap opera, but Amy naturally matched his intensity. “Well, we all know he likes her, but why would she like him back? How did he change her?”

“Season nine, episode thirteen,” he countered immediately, clearly prepared. “She kept overextending herself for people who didn’t treat her right. She never would have put her foot down and set the healthy boundaries she needed without his blunt intervention. She had to learn to be kind to herself, too. She needs someone like Jack in her life.”

Amy just stared for a moment, completely at a loss for words. She pursed her lips and frowned, then hesitantly replied, “Well...that’s...a friendship can do that, too!”

“BUT AMY, JACK IS A FINE SPECIMEN OF A MAN, A TOTAL DREAMBOAT. HE IS THE LIVING EMBODIMENT OF ‘TALL, DARK, AND HANDSOME.’ TOTAL BOYFRIEND MATERIAL.”

Amy just stared at Omega, then burst out laughing. Shadow held a hand up to his forehead and sighed. “Omega. You need to stop spending time on those internet forums.”

“BUT THEY ARE FASCINATING!”

Shadow ignored him and turned back to Amy. “You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you saw how Joy looked at Maurice in season one, fell in love with the idea of them together, and now you won’t consider any of the newer, better options she has.”

“I--!”

Amy’s protests fell flat at his blunt assertion. Her eyes were wide. A smirk slowly spread across Shadow’s face when it was clear he’d seen right through her.

Amy pressed her lips together and frowned. Instead of trying to argue, she picked up the remote from the coffee table in front of her. “W-we’ll see! The next episode will prove me right for sure!”

“Oh, no,” Shadow protested with a laugh. “We’ve seen enough for one day. We should pick it up tomorrow.”

“Whaaat? But the next episode is the finale!” she whined.

“We just watched seven episodes in a row. You were already planning on stopping by tomorrow anyway, right?”

“C’mon, it’s just one more!”

“Tomorrow.”

She pouted, then lit up and smiled endearingly, fluttering her eyelashes. “But I’m your guest! Shouldn’t the guest get a say?”

Shadow’s expression went flat at her blatant attempt to charm him. “You visit multiple times a week. I don’t think the ‘guest’ benefits apply when you spend half your time at our place. Here, let me--”

He reached for the remote in her hands, only for her to snatch it away. Her grin turned mischievous. He tried again, but she evaded his grasp once more.

“Are we really doing this?” He tried to sound exasperated, but he couldn’t keep the humor out of his voice.

“We won’t have to if we watch just one more episode~!” she sang, giggling.

Shadow growled, but he was already grinning at the game. He could’ve outsped her movements easily when they were younger, but the swiftness she’d spent years developing made it a challenge. “You know I won’t give up that easily, don’t you?”

He grabbed onto her wrist to try and hold it still, only for her to break away easily with her often underestimated arm strength. “Aren’t you supposed to be a gentleman?”

“Who accused me of that?”

The two of them laughed as they grappled for the remote. He grabbed onto her forearm again. She yanked it back too quickly and lost her balance, making her fall backwards onto the couch cushions. Undaunted, Shadow followed her, too into the competition to worry about much else. She held the remote behind her back while fighting him off with her free arm. It was her non-dominant arm this time, though, so Shadow successfully took her hand and held it aside. She wriggled evasively into the corner, but he still slipped his hand underneath her and searched around, only to meet nothing but her empty hand. She grinned smugly.

“Where the hell...?” He leaned down to keep up his search, confused. “Is it between the couch cushions?”

“No--!” Her back arched, and a quiet ‘eep!’ interrupted her proud boasting.

Shadow stopped fumbling and lifted his head to look up at Amy. Her cheeks were bright red, and her eyes were wide. Shadow frowned in confusion.

“What are you two--oo, what’s this?” Both hedgehogs jumped at Rouge’s intrigued tone as she walked back into the room.

Shadow looked back down at their position, as well as his hands--one of which was holding Amy’s, while the other was now wrapped around her waist--and his ears turned red in panic and embarrassment. He scrambled back upright and scooted a few feet away from her, feeling a little colder.

And less comfortable, his brain quietly pointed out.

“I know I said you’d understand someday, Amy, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon!” Rouge continued. “And right in front of Omega, too?” She sucked in air through her teeth, giving them a sly smirk.

“We were fighting!”

Rouge just stared, unfazed by Amy’s frantic rebuttal, then muttered to Omega, “If that’s fighting, then Knuckles and I fight all the time.”

“WHY? ARE THE TWO OF YOU HAVING PROBLEMS IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP?”

“Nevermind,” Rouge said, shaking her head. “So what were you two ‘fighting’ over?”

“The remote!” Amy blurted.

There was a pause while Rouge looked between the two. “So where is it?” she teased, sounding unconvinced.

Shadow turned his accusing glare toward Amy. She smiled awkwardly, embarrassed. “Uh...hammerspace?”

All three of them just stared at her. Shadow gaped. “You put it where?!”

To make a long story short, they watched the finale.

--

“Oh, Jack...I never knew how much I needed you until now!”

“My dearest Joy, it is I who needs you! You kept me from making the greatest mistake of my life, but it would be a far worse mistake to waste this opportunity.”

“What opportunity, Jack? Whatever do you mean?”

“Joy, my love...can I kiss you?”

“Oh, Jack, I thought you’d never ask!”

Soon after that, the soap opera’s credits rolled for the last time. Omega clapped, his metal hands making an unpleasant clanging sound. Rouge rolled her eyes. “I’m glad I’m not lactose intolerant. I almost choked on all that cheesiness.” She made an exaggerated gagging noise.

“Hmph. Just as I suspected,” Shadow bragged.

“MY CONDOLENCES, AMY. DID YOU FIND THE ENDING UNPLEASANT TO WATCH?”

Amy had been staring wide-eyed off into space. At Omega’s question, she flinched and looked back up. “No! It’s fine!” she answered, tone frantic.

Everyone else stared at her in surprise. “BUT YOU CLAIMED TO BE ON TEAM MAURICE THIRTY-TWO MINUTES AGO. HOW DID YOU JUMP SHIP SO QUICKLY?” he asked, confused.

“I DIDN’T!” she snapped immediately, then retreated into herself. “I mean...the ending was...good. Or...for what it was, I mean! It could’ve been worse!” she stammered, fumbling for the right words. “But...she did wind up with the wrong guy! She still should’ve been with J--I mean Maurice!” Shadow and Rouge were snickering. She glanced rapidly between the two of them. “I...I, uh...” She trailed off, then lit up. “I found the remote!” she declared, her expression tight with panic. “So, um...I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Before they could stop her, she dashed out of the house. Rouge and Shadow burst out laughing while Omega looked between them, still confused.

--

Some time after Shadow and Amy started dating, she admitted that was the day her feelings started shifting toward him and away from Sonic. When Shadow asked specifically what tipped the scales, Amy merely said it was a combination of factors and changed the subject, visibly embarrassed.

--

((Psst--see that “long story short” bit? You can read the full scene here.))

#shadamy #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #hc #Team Dark #Rouge the Bat #E 123 Omega #Light in the Dark #kudos to anyone who knows why i went with ''maurice'' #Everyone Ships Shadamy