#imagine them rolling down a hill tho

[xau-u]

'what if sun's face could glow' and then spend too much time on it

#fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendent #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #moondrop #sundrop #fnaf #fnaf sb #myart #sun's the most expensive lamp to exist #where are they? idk. situations #imagine them rolling down a hill tho

[lueurjun]

ੰ first kiss with enha | ꒰ heeseung , jay ꒱

enhypen reaction—there comes a time in a lot of relationships where the next step is taken, and here’s how the nerve-racking first kiss experience went for you and your mans.

version two: jake and sunghoon.

. . . . . . . ꒰ HEESEUNG ꒱ ,,

he’s a feral boy

we’ve all seen that man flirt and hip thrust HE IS FERAL

so naturally you’d assume he’d be laid back and confident about the whole thing

but when it comes to you, he’s a pile of blushy mush that just cannot comprehend the fact that he’s even managed to bag you

in his eyes, you’re out of his league

bc you’re a gorgeous gemstone! have faith in yourself bby ur wonderful

and without realizing, you actually intimidate him a little

bc ur just so goddamn perfect

an angel if you will

so the idea of kissing you just seems… scary

because what if he doesn’t live up to your expectations and you decide to leave him?

he is terrified of disappointing you so it actually takes him a while to gain the courage

which panics you because why in the world is this man not givin u a big ol’ smooch?

does he not want to kiss you?

omg does he think your breath stinks and is revolted by you?

you’re both massively overthinking it

lil silly billys

and none of you want to bring it up because how do you approach that conversation?

like you can’t just ask him ‘oh yeah, hee, how come you don’t want to kiss me? are my lips crusty? does the idea of locking lips physically repulse you?’

anyways you’re a couple months in

and things are getting serious so he can’t be that sickened by you

and you haven’t run for the hills yet so you clearly don’t want anyone else

finally. he’s had enough

this man is tired of staring at your lips imagining them on his own

HE IS YOUR MANS HE DESERVES SOME SUGAR

to be honest at this point you’ve given up hope on him kissing you, and you’re much too nervous to make the first move

so you just kinda go with the flow

which naturally means that the last thing you were expecting when sliding your cute lil self into his car

was for him to lean over, cup your face and plant one tasty smooch on those lips of yours

you literally froze for like two seconds but once realisation settled in, you kissed that man back in milliseconds

heaven. cloud nine. neither of you wanted to pull away

unfortunately, you had no other choice

so taken aback by the sudden kiss the only thing you could think to do was share a giggle before you held up a bag full of treats for your date

gosh ur both so awkwardly adorable i can’t

“i got us snacks for the car ride! but you taste better.”

you’re so cute stop the little blush on your face after saying the cutest yet lamest thing ever

heeseung cannot resist tugging you back in for another little lip tasting sesh after that because you are the cutest thing to ever exist

he is an absolute simp for you AS HE SHOULD BE

. . . . . . . ꒰ JAY ꒱ ,,

despite being the perfect man material, he isn’t the most experienced when it comes to relationships

like he’s had a partner before, but it was never serious so the milestones just weren’t that important to him

but it’s different with you

don’t roll your eyes at me

idc if that’s cliché okay. it’s jay. you allow it. lose the ‘tude baby cakes i know you rolled your eyes

anyways:)

everything that didn’t seem so important in his last relationship suddenly seemed a thousand times more nerve wracking this time

because losing you is on the line and jay knows that he doesn’t ever want that to happen

suddenly he wants everything to be perfect because you deserve the world and nothing less

hahahahasleepingontheroadtonight

jay absolutely refuses to give you a shitty first kiss

it has to be romantic. and it has to be amazing and if you don’t like it then he will slide down the wall

clutching honey to his chest

sobbing

same tho that’s a mood

anyways yeah he wants to make sure that you get the most romantic kiss ever

meanwhile you’re not too fussed because it’s jay and no matter what, kissing him would be a dream

unless he’s like a really bad kisser but he’s perfect so he’s not

he’s taking his time to prepare everything

like he plans a candle lit dinner, rose petals, the finest food

the whole shebang

lemme be you for one day i beg

but two days before the dinner is set to take place

YES HE HAS A FULL SCHEDULE

the two of you are hanging out like normal and the vibes are immaculate

and you both want to kiss each other

the timing just seems right

but jay, the little dum dum, is fighting with himself

because does he really want all of his hardwork to go to waste?

you’re both leaning in but smoke is practically pumping from his head due to how fast his mind is racing

seconds away from those luscious lips

HE PULLS AWAY

absolute dummy

you’re hurt and embarrassed obviously

bc you just got flat out rejected and that’s just horrifying but it’s fine it happens to us all babe

and jay is panicking because well… you look like you’re going to start sobbing

“is there something wrong with me?”

the crack in your voice. the pain in your eyes. THE QUESTION ALONE

oh dear jay feels like he’s going to throw up

this is NOT how he wanted any of this to go

you start packing up your things to leave which is fair because you’re embarrassed

and jay is trying to figure out what to say or do

and then he just decides to be honest because honesty is the best policy

so you’re about to step out of the door when he gently grabs your arm

“look i’m sorry. i really really really wanted to kiss you… it’s just… i have been planning a perfect dinner for weeks so it would be perfect. i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just wanted it to be perfect for you.”

i’d fold honestly

i have no shame

and neither do you apparently because you can’t help but crack a perfect little smile

“so do i have to wait for this dinner or can i kiss you now?”

BOLD

you’re an icon

jay just kinda smiles sheepishly

and then he caresses your neck and tugs you into one of the softest, most amazing kisses you have ever had

firework inducing even, toe curling, heart thumping-

sorry i’ll stop

the point is, the kiss is AMAZING

maybe you didn’t need a fancy candlelit dinner to make it perfect after all

perhaps, all you needed was each other

i’m legit sobbing someone pls send help

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[jadetheblueartist]

IM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR TEGAN ASK

I feel so bad :( you said it took you three hours and also I had written a huge response and now it’s gone ;-;

Okay so I’m going to rewrite my response but I’m really sorry if I get things wrong since now I can’t review what you sent ;-;

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I LOVE THE IDEA SO MUCH!!!! And I would love to hear more about their training and life on the ship!

I may be obsessing over Talon and Megan a tad bit…

I love all the possibilities of how they passed the time in the car so much. It would be so awkward at the start and I’m all here for it!! I imagine Talon carried most of the conversation from the beginning until after they really got to know each other. I feel like at the start Talon would just awkwardly try to tell her what has happened to the earth while she was gone in hopes of starting some conversation. I’m imagining the parking lot picnic with them just drinking slushees and eating whatever gas station food seemed good (I’m assuming everything is kind of run down?)

Car karaoke. Oh it would be amazing. Talon trying to find songs Megan likes and trying to get her to sing along, windows rolled down, it’d be such a vibe.

With the race scene I can’t stop picturing the scene from princess bride where they both are rolling down the hill XD

Their relationship is so great, two strangers bonding in a long car ride… oh wait they already knew each other? They were already in love from book one? But Megan’s memory was wiped- WAIT NO THEY WERE IN LOVE AND HER MEMORY WAS WIPED!?!? Okay, okay, it’s fine at least they became close again, just a fresh start nothing to worry about… HER MEMORY WAS WIPED A SECOND TIME!?!? TALON THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD!?!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (this is so tragic but I love it so much)

Talon nooooo why the tragic backstory ;-; (I love it very much)

Oh and the art? I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! I love Talon’s design!!!!!! The drawing of him saying happy birthday to himself makes me so sad ;-;

Also question time!

Do you have designs for the sci fi ppl? Are they like aliens or just advanced humans chilling in space? Does Talon hide his tattoo? (I love that type of angst so much mhm hidden scars [in this case a tattoo tho]) and you said there was an image limit… could I see those drawing you couldn’t show? Also why is it called Tegan (is it bc Talon + Megan = Tegan…)? That should be all of my questions…

Anyway I absolutely love this story and please feel free to tell me more whenever! (I’d love to hear a lil more about Ivan too)

Again really sorry abt deleting the ask ;-; I hope you have an amazing day though!!

(I feel like I’m forgetting things I wanted to mention but idk)

Oh my I wrote out this whole thing and it deleted it for me hahaha let’s try this again

No worries about deleting the ask it happens hahaha and it doesn’t look like you got anything wrong so yay!

I’m gonna answer this paragraph by paragraph

-IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT and I’m pretty sure I have either the original google doc or a “Megan’s POV” doc that I can look into to give you those details :)

-I’m so glad you’re obsessing so we can be in the same boat

-I’ve been mulling over that car scene for years and somehow you managed to squeeze out even more serotonin for me to devour I thank thee. And I think it’s run down ish, like people are still there but WW3 is kind of happening/ just happened soooo you know

-it would be the vibiest ^^

-I’m so glad you said that bc I couldn’t connect the dots as to what that scene reminded me of but yeah that’s amazing

-IKR the mind wiping rocked my world. My friend was at the point where she was writing the post separation explosion and we were on face time and she casually mentioned “oh you know the cars weren’t the first time they met, right?” I went feral trying to get all the info out of her hahaha

-yes his backstory makes me so sad…

-I’m glad you like the design! It was our group’s “hot guy” design hahaha I’ve tried to make it more individualized to him over the years tho, and that happy birthday one gets me every time (especially since that’s probably how he spent most his birthdays…)

Yay Question Time!

-I believe I could at least get the designs for those people sometime soon. They are just random people who decided to work for big bad (aka the voice, bc they only heard his voice through speakers at first). The voice decided he could make some good money abducting children and forcing them to be assassins so he did that. The government doesn’t know about them bc they hide in space. The few organizations trying to take them down are the only ones who really know about it

-talon has a few different tattoos, the one he got initiated with is a tattoo/ permanent burn so it has to stay covered to protect it, the other is just on his neck and he leaves that one in the open (I can point it out in the pics below)

-and yes! Tegan is the ship name for Talon and Megan (it was that or Melon hahaha)

-Ivan didn’t really have much personality in the oh other than he was angry bc the scientist that snuck into the escape ship was dating his crush, I’ve made some personal modifications to him in my head though making him more protective rather than just angry (he’s also Megan’s cousin) and I just remembered I have a drawing of him? So cue the picture section :)

Picturesssss

Here’s Ivan, the permanent third wheel (he doesn’t know tho)

The first ever drawings of Talon and Megan 😬

Moving on… idk which of these are repeats so lemme know if they are and I could probably substitute them for new pics

And now the og Megan design vs the much needed redraw

Ughhhh the one on the left still haunts me…

I was struck by the limit again so I might reblog this with a few more, idk hahaha

But reading through this ask made me so happy you have no idea (insert the “I don’t normally feel things but that one got through” donnie gif)

Thank you so much and I’ll look into the daily life on the ship and the sci fi guy designs :)

#Tegan #oc #oc story #story lore #lore #oc lore #oc art #jadetheblueposts

[ladylooch]

I know it’s not kid au day BUT I need a smut on Lucie and Connor like even tho they are parents they are still a young sexy couple who I can only imagine what gets down in their room when their babies are asleep

🤭😈

You can save this for Thursday just mainly needed you to know how desperately I need a smut of these too doing v raunchy things

A/N: Idk what it is about writing smut in public but I always seem to do my best work there 😂😘

Enjoy Connor Wood and his skilled hips and strength, bbys!

In the middle of the Swiss summer, the only sounds between Lucie and Connor are the crunching of their hiking boots on the gravel trail beneath their boots. They work their way up a little hill on the trail, working at a perfect pace together. Lucie is in front, leading the way as Connor trails behind to be sure to not rush them forward. At times, Lucie has gotten frustrated with Connor for pushing the pace faster than she wants to go. Their compromise is Lucie leads. 

Connor doesn’t mind. The view is great. And he is not talking about the Swiss mountain range. 

Today, Lucie is wearing light pink spandex shorts that lift and cup her cheeks perfect. Her post-baby body is full of curves in all the right places. He loves how soft and strong her body has become from carrying their babies. Over the years, she has stopped her frantic running fueled by the anxiety of college and being a young mom, instead moving her focus to core strength and flexibility. He loves her body in all ways, but he would be lying if he didn’t say this version of her is his favorite. He gets to kiss all the permanent changes to her from being pregnant with his babies. The thought of doing that right now, when she is sweaty and alive from the Swiss mountain air she knows well has him stirring in his shorts. 

“You doing okay back there?” Lucie asks. “We can slow down if you need, cap.”

“Funny.” Connor laughs. “I’m good.” He murmurs, licking his lips. “Would be better if that ass didn’t look so damn good in those shorts tho.” Lucie whips her head around, her long brown pony tail swinging. She wears a navy Yankees hat on her head, but her brown lock flow down, covering her back tattoo completely. He reaches forward, grabbing her pony tail and gently pulling her to a stop, then into his chest. Her ass cheeks press against his half hard cock. Lucie rolls her ass cheeks against him, awakening him fully. 

“You brave enough?” 

“For what?”

“To bend me over a rock off the trial?”

“Isn’t that how people die?” Lucie laughs. 

“Would it be worth it?”

“Yeah.” He smirks, then leans down to kiss her. 

The entire hour they have been on the trail, they have only passed four people. It’s the middle of a work day. Their chances of getting caught are slim. Connor opens his eyes while he continues kissing his wife, scanning for an area. He finds one that looks relatively clear for them to get to, but enough off the path that people wouldn’t be able to see them. He pulls back from her, then starts leading the way. He helps create a path for Lucie to follow through the overgrown brush behind him. Then turns to pin her against a thick tree that will hide them for the most part.

Lucie giggles into his mouth as he kisses her harder and wetter. Their tongues collide while he gropes her left breast. 

“Baby.” He moans, between smooches. “Your tits are huge today.”

“I know. I even pumped before we left.” He pressed his lips all over her tight skin, then runs his tongue along the collection of sweat on her swells. She tastes salty and sexy. He closes his eyes again and it’s almost like he is back with her in Mexico, years ago, tasting the salt still clinging to her skin from the Gulf.  So much has changed between them since that first time they touched each other, but not how much Connor craves this beautiful girl in his hands. He’s still as obsessed with her now as he was then. That will never change. Not even after his last breath on this earth.

Connor pulls her sports bra down, exposing her flat nipple. He licks it, watching it harden under his mouth then looks at Lucie for approval. She nods and he pulls it into his mouth, careful not to suck but rub his tongue along it instead. This approach seems to keep him from getting a mouthful of breastmilk. 

She moans, then tugs his hair in morning of a potential let down. He moves to the other one, then does the same thing. This is enough to have Lucie hooking her leg around his thigh, rutting against his cock. He presses his hips forward, increasing the pressure of them together. Lucie groans. Connor reaches for her ass cheeks giving them a tight squeeze.

“This okay with you? Right here?” He asks her.

“Yes. Please. I can’t wait.” He grins at the way her brown eyes melt while she begs for him. 

Lucie pulls back, beginning to shimmy off her shorts. Connor sighs happily, fingers finding her wet folds the moment she lets him see them. His finger prints roll over the swollen bud, working in swift circles. Lucie rests her forehead against his chest while he plays with her. 

“So good.” She moans, a hand coming down to grip the wrist belonging to those skilled fingers. “Stay right there.” 

“Look up at me.” He demands, grabbing her chin. She complies.

He watches every flicker of pleasure there, adjusting his pressure when her knees buckle a bit. He moves his hand from her chin, wrapping it around the small of her back. Just when she is about to climax, he pulls his fingers from her clit, running them to her entrance, feeling how soaked she is. Plenty there for them to get busy. He kneels down, pulling her shorts off her legs completely. He tosses them onto her hiking pack so they stay off the ground, then he wraps his two big hands around her waist, lifting her effortlessly. He presses her upper back against the tree.

“Can you help get me out here?” He smirks at her. She reaches for his hips, pushing his shorts and underwear down. They settle comfortable at his ankles after a little wiggle from him. They both giggle. Then Connor reaches under Lucie’s thigh to situate the head of his cock at her entrance. Lucie takes in a deep breath, then moans through every thick inch of Connor filling her pussy. Connor pauses when he bottoms out. He releases one hand from her ass to cup her cheek, kissing her softly. “You feel so fucking good right now. All mine too.” Lucie grins, biting his bottom lip, then licking the seam of his lips and a bit of his teeth to get into his mouth. 

“Fuck me hard, baby.” She begs him. 

Connor knows exactly what to do. He pumps his muscular thighs and hips as hard as he can. His balls slap against her ass with each stroke, pushing them both closer and closer to where they want to go. If someone is on the trail, neither of them know. Everything is lost except the place they are connecting together.

His cock strokes along her sensitive walls, dragging her orgasm closer and closer. She whimpers, leaning her head back, tilting her face towards the sky. The sun lights up a part of her face as Connor watches her come for him. She sighs his name, reaching up to hold his neck for stability as he finishes himself off with her body. Connor sucks her neck into his mouth as he spills inside of her. Warmth and wet surround his spent cock, feeling like paradise as he kisses his way up her jaw. She turns her face to kiss his lips fully again. Her lips are mused and puffy beneath his mouth.

Connor holds her there, suspended and dripping, until his arms begin to tense in protest. Then he tenderly lowers her back to the ground. He helps her put her feet through the holes of her shorts, then pulls them up her body and back into place. She may be covered again, but everything about her screams just fucked. Good. He wants her that way this trip back home anyway. Lucie wraps her arms around his waist, then rests her cheek against his pec. Connor’s mouth buries into her hat. They both simultaneously take in a big inhale. 

“Love you.” Lucie murmurs.

“Love you.” He responds. 

Another few moments of recovery are necessary, before they head back to the path. Lucie takes the lead again. They start to round their way around the loop and head back towards the parking lot their car awaits for them. Comfortable, loving silence settles back between them as their pace slows even more, both of their legs a little weaker from their orgasms.

They enjoy the comfort of the Swiss wilderness; Their old friend who keeps their sexy secrets year after year.

#lucie x connor #lio & lucie

[dearlawdimasimp]

A/n: OKAY FIRST THINGS FIRST- things got a little heated at the near end DONT WORRY I MARKED IT and it is not that explicit so to those peeps who are squimish with lemon you can skip ahead, i promise dearies you wont miss a thing. I blame Khonshu for this at the same time thank him for the inspiration LMAAOOO

Stupidly handsome bastard

Pairings: Khonshu x sorcerer!Reader

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION it is marked tho so you can skip it if you're uncomfy💞, grammar, language, no use of y/n, is set after the series, KHONSHU IN A SUIT, possibly ooc Khonshu, NOT BETA'D (if I missed any pls let me know!)

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

Summary: A stressful yesterday has led you to an obligatory mediation in the present as well as relaxation. In more ways than meditation as the Moon God makes up to you for his recklessness the day before.

A/n2: im obsessed w/ sorcerer!reader and idk why..help JAHSHAHHSHS

You take deep breaths with closed eyes, in and out. You relax your body, mind and spirit. Inhale….exhale…

After the events yesterday, you felt the need to meditate. All the fighting and chaos has left your energy drained down to its lowest, as you had to create an illusion for the people outside of the city that were witnessing the fight think that it was just their imagination. That the godzilla esq scene in front of the pyramid of Giza did not exist at all, while the fight was on going. 

On top of that, you were also fighting Harrow's goons and protecting the residents of Cairo. AND THEN after the fight you have to cast another spell for the residents of Cairo for them to forget whatever the hell just happened. You were so tired that you were on the verge of collapsing. If it weren't for Layla's quick instincts you would have fallen face first to the ground.

Gods, that was one hell of a night. 

Inhale…exhale….

You are currently sitting cross-legged in the middle of the yard of Kamar-taj. The fresh, open air of the summer afternoon, rustling leaves, the distant sounds of a lecturing Master to the Novice Sorcerers and the overall calm atmosphere of the place that is a very stark contrast from what transpired yesterday has left you in a serene state. 

Inhale….exhale….

A scuffle from your right makes your ears perk. You have asked to be left alone for the day and are not available to any interaction.

Someone clears their throat. A deep rumble of a god's voice slowly breaks the tranquility of your atmosphere. You did not have to open your eyes to know who it was.

"I told Layla to tell you-"

"-That you need to be alone for the day. Yes, I am aware, little one… she did tell me that.."

Obviously he did not listen. When does he ever? You grumble silently.

"I had only wanted to see how you are fairing, now that you have had the whole day to yourself…" 

He had stayed in his place, you noted, as you didn't hear his footsteps approaching you. Good. Because if he were to come any closer you wouldn't hesitate to shove his staff up his ass for being a stubborn asshole.

Although his reply made you open your eyes, the whole day? Oh.. 

Instead of seeing the beautiful multi-colored skies of sunset in the hills opposite of Kamar-taj, you're met with an artificially illuminated dark horizon of the city in the urban area while the rural hills are illuminated by the waxing gibbous.

You hum as you ask yourself, mumbling, "It's already night?" Geez that explains why your butt is hurting, you've been sitting on the yoga mat for more than 3 hours.

"Time does unknowingly pass us by when we do not think much about it." You can now hear him right behind you, you look up to him from your place in the ground. You meet his hollowed gaze as he is also looking down at you. 

The corner of your lips twitch as you roll your eyes. Uncrossing your legs, you stand and pat your legs. 

"I'm fine now, to answer your question earlier." 

"I'm not convinced."

You furrow your brows and look at him, confused by his distrust. You were about to give a snappy retort but then, you register what the god is currently wearing now that you got a good look at him.

He's wearing a suit.

And fuck does he look good wearing it.

Your flushed staring must've been very obvious as the god chuckles. You were too awestruck that you didn't notice that he had closed the distance between you two. As you only notice his towering stature over you when he cups your chin by his pointer finger and thumb, 

"Close your mouth, little one. We don't want you swallowing flies now, do we?" The smug bastard smugly comments. 

You are so close to exploding right now. Out of anger or embarrassment, you didn't know. Hell, maybe it's both. 

You could only give an unconvincing growl and a huff through your nose as you pull away from his stupidly warm body. 

"Okay f-fine. I'm not fine. I'm a li- no, I am angry at you."

You cross your arms and turn away from him. Oh heavens above, you just hope your flustered face is not obvious under the moonlight and nearby lamps. If you didn't turn your back to the god you were sure you would forget why you were angry in the first place…

Damn it you are now starting to forget. Khonshu in the fucking white suit is already overtaking every thought you have in your mind.

"Why? if I may ask, my sorcerer.." The handsome bastard had to ask. You feel his lanky arms sneaking its way around your waist, his voice echoing in your ear as he lightly nudges your cheek with his.

Oh the sneaky, stupid, handsome bastard had known your anger had left, because if it hasn't you would've jumped away from his embrace the moment his gloved hands met your sides. 

And he knows that your weakness is his hugs from behind. Stupidly smart, handsome bastard god.

"Because…-" You held your breath, exhaled and pout, "Because you're stupid, and stubborn and reckless..and stupidly handsome." you whisper the last one, slowly leaning back to his chest- though not yet giving in! You only want to lean back, that's all. Not because his warm embrace is very welcoming and comfortable, nooo. 

"Stupidly handsome, huh?"

"Oh shush up!" You scold half-heartedly at his teasing, lightly hitting the back of his palm. He only chuckles at this, pulling you closer to his chest and rests the underside of his beak on your head.

Well, you are now at the point of no return, and finally, gave in. With a deep breath, you fully lean back to Khonshu's chest, uncrossing your arms and intertwining your fingers with his.

"I'm still mad at you." You grumble, keeping your gaze at the moonlit horizon.

"I know, dearest." He sighs, and huskily adds, "Let me make up to you." His hands start to wander down south but you quickly tug it back up.

THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS PEOPLE

"Khonshu!- We're at the Ka-" Your sentence dies on your throat as you feel him grind his clothed crotch to your behind.

"I don't hear a no, little one."

You could hear his grin, his slow grind of his clothed cock on your ass made you choke a whine.

"Not here- not in Kamar-taj." You silently whimper, your knees shaking in anticipation as he replies in his deep voice, "Very well."

And in a blink of an eye you're back at your flat in London. Your back hits your mattress as Khonshu cages you with one of his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans his weight on the other, hand above your head.

"Well someone's eager." You chuckle as you look up at the god on top of you, putting a hand on his shoulder as you fiddle with his tie.

"I'm clearly not the only one." He retorts, his head tilting to the side, "I can smell your arousal, my dear." His hands crawl to your crotch and cups your crotch. "And I can feel your wetness through your clothes, little bug."

Your breath hitched at his touch, hips shamelessly grinding down his hand, whining at the need for more friction, to which your godly lover gave you with no hesitance. 

"Khonshu!" You moan his name, your hands gripping at the fabric of his suit that started it all.

"I know, my star, I know. Patience is key." His beak carefully nudges your cheek, his own gesture close to a kiss. 

Oh this is going to be a long night, one of which you don't mind spending with the moon god.

ENDS HERE, LUV YOU'RE GOOD ^-^

Khonshu made up with you, in bed. No complains from you though, no siree.

Pure bliss and the aftermath of the activity had your brain fuzzing and body buzzing. Your lower half tingling at his 'apology'.

You snuggle close to your lover's exposed chest, humming contently as you play with his large hands while you two lay on your bed, completely bare with only your sheets covering your bodies. 

"Am I forgiven, my star?" His smirk was clearly heard in his voice. You stop playing with his digits just to hit his chest. Khonshu, however, takes your hand back to his own before you could while chuckling.

"Don't test me, moon man." 

"I won't, I won't." His chortle made you look up to him and squint, "I have no intention to, little sorcerer, I swear!" He then brings your hand up to his beak and lets it lay flat there, "I swear." If he could smile you were sure he was smiling at you. 

You lightly huff, caressing his beak and giving him a small kiss before laying your head back down to his chest. "You're lucky I love you, Khon."

"I love you too, my star."

"You're forgiven, unless you do another reckless thing then I'm taking everything back."

"Hmm, fair."

"As well as your affection privileges."

"Beloved!"

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JAJHSJSJJSKSJS hope you guys enjoyed that self-indulgent mess HAHAHHAHAHAHAH i literally spent a whole day writting this..gods the grip this corpse pigeon has on me i swear😰

i am open for constructive criticsm, comment em if you want!

Anyways thank you for reading and have a good day/night guys!!💞💞

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[reversecreek]

welcome to marina, LANA JAMESON ( woman, she/her ) ! they are a TWENTY SIX year old who has lived on the island for THREE YEARS. word on the street is they’re currently living in TOWER HILL and works as a INSTAGRAM / EDITORIAL MODEL. everyone also says they look a lot like SADIE SOVERALL. what do you think?

PINTEREST

“below the stage the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting?” — Charles Bukowski, Come On In!: New Poems

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. i picture it w dark oak floors n lots of light furniture. albums framed on walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i described it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as lavish as it was unloved”

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast n it was just. a very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her sandwiches (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents including a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. completely blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in and out of hospital twice nw n he’s currently dipped off the radar after starting to use. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her. she doesn’t talk abt this tho. when she feels the urge to cry she usually jst smiles

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Very Pretty

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

ummm DISASTROUS romantic history honestly... riddled w beastly men and intense situationships n toxic cheating dynamics just. a lot.

went to uni for ballet n joining a travelling dance company bt. was kicked out fr excessive inebriation tht got in the way of her rehearsal times etc. now she just kind of insta models n does a few editorial shoots for realisation par n lingerie brands n such

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones 

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once. 

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring Act tht femme fatales wear in movies w most ppl. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as. womanhood as nonconsensual performance. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops

she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think

she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n 99% of them haven't lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them

ummmm ya lets plot sexies

#marina:intro #me recycling an old intro mercilessly

[allthingsfook]

hiiiii! ❤️ Can I get a ship?

I am 5'5 almost 5'6. I have one hazel eye and one very dark brown eye. And I have blond hair. I'm a little on the thicker side.

I love going out and doing things like thrifting, going to antique shops, going to mom and pop diners, going to museums, looking at old houses, or just simply going nowhere, listening to music.

I love animals. I have 2 dogs. One is named Buddy Blue. He's a mix. And the other is named Oliver. He's a Yorkie.

I love drawing and doing useless crafts. I love watching movies and learning the whole script so I can talk along with the characters. I play the bass and piano.

I have one tattoo. I plan on getting more.

Thanks!

Also can you add an nsfw headcanon? If that's okay.

Of course you may!!!! And skipping down to the bottom….. I absolutely can include some explicit context to it 👍👍 that is what I do best 😂

I ship you with….

Josh 🤍

Being around the same height, he’d be able to look straight into your gorgeous eyes and melt for you. He’d be OBSESSED with your different colored eyes. You’d often catch him drifting off into your gaze. Your cheeks would rose over and shrink into your surroundings. Josh wouldn’t let you hide your beauty from him tho. He’d pull you into his arms and make his point.

“You are exactly, precisely, and perfectly you,” he’d coo. “You are what I crave.”

He take your face in his hands, flash his chocolate eyes and embrace your lips in a passionate kiss. As Josh keeps super busy, a fiery moment like this quickly escalates to more. His hands would roam over your curvaceous body. Squeezing your chest and ass, and grinding your hips into his core. He’d whimper into your mouth as he grows hard in his pants…..

While he’s home, I could easily see the both of you enjoying thrifting, movies, sight seeing, crafting, dining, drawing, and escaping into the adventure of music on the road! As Josh has said before, he’s a troubadour… always on the move….taking advantage of the time he has on earth. With that being said, I could imagine the both of you slipping out of east Nashville and head toward the hills. Sadly, I have to say Josh would likely be a huge aux hog and you’d be forced to listen to whatever he’s into at the moment.

Once you arrive to tour impromptu oasis, he’d waste zero time laying you out in the middle of nature to worship your body. He’d insist on spending hours touching you…kissing, sucking, nipping at your skin…massaging your curves….pulsing in and out of you. Not stopping until the sun sinks behind the hills and darkness masks his view. Only then he’d pull you inside and continue to obsess over you, but in less obvious ways. He’d constantly dissociate, envisioning you towering over him while you ride his cock; gorgeous tits bouncing rhythmically as you fuck yourself on him…..

After a late evening packed with a homemade meal, a few rounds of euchre (a piece of his midwest childhood he carries with him), as long winded discussion, the both of you would resort to the bedroom. You’d settle into the cozy bed, thinking Josh would be satisfied with the attention he’d given you throughout the day, but that thought is interrupted by his hips bucking into your backside. You’d roll your eyes and turn toward him to inquire further. He’d just shoot you a shit grin, and not being able to refuse him, you’d chuckle. There’s his invitation! He’d shoot out of bed and escort the dogs, shutting the door behind them; something he’d insist on… dogs out during sexy time 😂 Being the softie he his, as soon as you both orgasm and settle back down, Buddy and Oliver scramble back in and claim their spots for the night!!!

Well!! I think I got really carried away, so hopefully this isn’t too much! But you did ask for NSFW 😂😂 per usual, I LOVE to hear back from you guys after you are able to read the ships…. I especially wanna hear what you think since you are the first to specifically ask for an explicit ship!

I am including a collage and song for a little razzle dazzle 😂

#greta van fleet #gvf #peaceful army #josh kiszka #josh gvf #joshgvfships #joshkiszkaship #josh kiszka smut

[sparklingpax]

i like to imagine that ginrai's transtector as it's implied to be sentient kinda acts like a wingman to ginrai when he goes on dates with hawk- IT'S JUST A DUMB HC I GOT BUT IT'S GINHAWK RELATED SO

HI HELLOOOO UHH, THAT IS NOT DUMB I LOVE IT???? 🥺💕💖✨

(Sorry I didn't respond for days btw, I saw this one morning while half asleep and then I fell asleep again before finally getting up and getting ready for school; didn't think about again it until like minutes ago when I remembered, I have an ask I need to answer! Lmao my brain 🥲)

OK. BUT ANYWAYS THIS IS SUCH AN ADORABLE CONCEPTTTT 🥹 And also would totally work!!

To preface, I'm assuming you're referring to Godbomber (?) So.....apologies if I misinterpreted you and wrote this following crazy ramble for the wrong reasons...here I go anwyays 🤪🤭✨

I'm not sure if this is a headcanon I have or if this was ever mentioned, but like Ginrai and Godbomber being like emotionally/spiritually connected so they have like a semi-symbiotic kinda relationship going on, where if Ginrai was panicking or something, Godbomber would maybe step in or offer "words" of advice (like sending feelings that Ginrai understands in a more abstract sense rather than something like telepathy).

Ginrai getting flustered at forgetting something he'd wanted to tell Hawk and Godbomber sending calming vibes and then Ginrai remembering and calming down as a result (bonus, he practiced saying it to Godbomber).

Him being a DJ for the two of them, like tapping into the system of Ginrai's truck or something like that. Perhaps, if you will, cheekily playing songs that fit the mood so well the pair notice and start laughing. Careless Whisper suddenly, as Hawk starts falling asleep against Ginrai's shoulder one night, and they both jolt awake and snap around. Ginrai feels what would be laughter coming from the mech, sitting quietly further down the hill, and chuckles. Hawk can kinda grasp what's happening, and laughs a little as well.

Or let's say Hawk and Ginrai go out for a drive, and Ginrai brings his truck (like the entire thing, Godbomber included, and they stop somewhere to just sit around, drink some beers, talk....they think to head back but they're both drunk and drinking and driving's a bad idea (no flying either, looking at you, Hawk 🫣 tho I feel like he'd just suggest it and then be like "Oh wait, I shouldn't" and they'd go back to contemplating what to do). Then Godbomber rolls up! Ginrai and Hawk exchange relieved expressions. Ginrai calls a "Thanks, buddy!" as they hop in, and they let him take charge driving them and the truck back to HQ.

Idk if my rambling here makes sense but anon, thank you for this 😭🙏 headcanon accepted 🥰

-Kuni 💗

#kuni talks #kuni answers #asks #anon asks #headcanons #hcs #scenarios #kuniwrites #(kinda) #<3 #transformers #tf #Transformers super god masterforce #super God Masterforce #masterforce #masterforce moment òwó 🥺💖✨ #ginrai #hawk #Godbomber #ginhawk #anime #transformers anime

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

I…just wanna eat Alcina out while she’s working behind her desk. She just deserves a break. I wanna softly kiss her plush inner thighs and tease her outer thighs with my finger tips.

Seeing her lean back in her office chair and spread her legs to welcome me to her most sensitive area Will only encourage me more. I want to hear her soft moans as I begin nuzzling and kissing her soaked panties. The low growl of “don’t tease me” let’s me know she’s ready.

Pulling her panties off I can smell her musk. She desperately wants me as bad as I want her. I tightly grip her butt and lean in. I slowly drag my tongue across her clit. The first compliment of my work is feeling her arch her back and feel her angle her hips and legs to offer more of herself to me. The circular motion of my tongue against her has Alcina trembling.

Feeling her large hand on the back of my head through the fabric of her dress all the while pushing herself into me is euphoric. She softly moans “draga mea…please…don’t stop”. I can hear her dig her nails into her office chair with her other hand. Her legs can’t stop shaking and the beads of sweat are indicative of how close she is.

Repetition is rewarded. The wave of ecstasy crashes down over Alcina. Her cries are muffled by the soft flesh of her thighs that she tightly closed. Her hand is still resting on the top of my head. As she begins to relax her soft pants become steady. I don’t have to see my lady’s face to know there is a soft smile and a deep pink blush on her cheeks.

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I will die in the hill that while Alcina loves long passionate nights she won’t turn down a quickie if she’s stressed.

Ohhhhhh gods.. fuuuuuuuuu.. I absolutely agree that she wouldn't turn down a quickie if she was stressed 😏 For sure. I mean.. our Lady does love to be indulged, does she not? 😏

And fuck.. you have painted a very nice image here, dear 🤤 Just imagine tho, as your about to pull away and leave her to her work, she grabs hold of the back of your head, pulling you back in "Come now, pet.. did you really think you were finished? You've made such a mess of your Lady, and I do expect you to clean it up." And you whimper slightly at her command, at her soft folds that envelope you once again. At the utter needyness this second round has her in. Her hips moving softly to the rhythm of your tongue as she rolls them into you. "Mmmh.. that's my sweet pet. So good to mommy." And you'll feel your own juices collecting, wanting desperately to touch yourself, to bring yourself the release that you're working so hard to deliver her. But her moans.. her exquisite taste.. her intoxicating musk... it's all you can think about as you slide the width of your hand deep inside of her, smirking in satisfaction as her back arches beautifully off her chair.. as her thighs clench around you and her core gushes, sending wave after wave of her thick desire into your eager mouth as you dutifully clean it up.

I.. ahem.. yes.. yep.. 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 fjfjdkskhssksk

#depravity answered #anonymous #resident evil village #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #im #fuck #i am gayyyyyyy #fjfhdkskshssja #my lady #🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 #djhdksshsska #all in a hard days work #re8 asks

[the-yandere-cryptid]

Bloodhound with 3 caught my eye (to be fair, tho, most things with Bloodhound would interest me). PS hope you have a great day/week 👍✌️

ty ty, it's been pretty rough for me lately hence the inactivity but I'll be back up and running soon hopefully. Anyways have this and if y'all like it I might write more with them :>

Bloodhound: "How much of that did you hear?"

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It was fairly common for Legends to decline the evac ship from time to time and tour the arena after matches. At least, in Olympus. World’s Edge, not so much. The oppressive climate, the abysmal terrain; it wasn’t exactly preferable over the assigned quarters, but you had a particular interest in Talos as a whole. Back when you worked as a planetary scout, you worked solely on unexplored objects. In over a dozen missions, you had hoped—and failed—to stumble upon some sort of alien presence, extinct or otherwise. Even though Talos was a human settlement, there was a certain melancholy charm to the crumbling buildings, lives abandoned in a single cyclonic blast. It was the fallen civilization you dreamed of stumbling upon, and outside of the heat of battle you had time to admire the sights of what once was.

You crested the hill into the Skyhook, footsteps trodding alongside the ones your team made earlier that day. Comfortable silence blanketed the empty city, enough so that you could hear the magma vents all the way on the other side. Strolling the streets with no real goal in mind, you were so zoned out that you dismissed the first strange noise as a figment of your imagination.

But then you heard it again. You slowed to a stop, looking back over your left shoulder. The building that caught your attention was one you had staked out in earlier that day, posted up on the top floor with Pathfinder to your left, Bloodhound to your right. And if you weren’t mistaken, you thought you were hearing shuffling coming around from inside.

You dropped to a crouch, creeping over to the door on full alert. You hadn’t noticed anybody else staying behind. Just when you were weighing whether or not you wanted to confront a Prowler, another noise echoed down the stairwell. A growl, but…fairly familiar. You had heard it earlier, out of the mouth of a teammate following a particularly brutal 3-on-3 match.

Bloodhound?

You took the stairs on all fours, ears perked. It made sense that they stayed behind, Talos being their home and all, but what were they doing here? Another rumble, clear as day, their voice orotund and unfiltered. The thought that their mask was off crossed your mind, but not soon enough to stop you from peeking around the doorway and catching sight of something wholly unexpected.

Their axe, gun, and their mask were all propped against the wall beside their supine form, their hands preoccupied with their own body. One wrapped around their cock, the other by their neck, pulling down the front of their armor to vent out the heat. Their face was turned away from you, a thick head of curly brown hair hiding the shape of their cheeks from view.

Bloodhound sighed again, rolling their hips upward to fuck their hand. You shut your hanging jaw and turned around, deciding your best course of action was to sneak away and pretend you never saw anything. Of course, it was just your luck you wouldn’t be able to get away with that, because your foot had barely brushed the top step before a bullet hit the wall you were just in front of.

“Who is there?” Bloodhound called out, obviously as disoriented as they were alarmed. You cursed silently and waved your hand in the doorway.

“It’s me!” you called. “Sorry, I heard noises and I thought it was an animal so I came to check and. Uh. Sorry!”

Bloodhound was fumbling the entire time you spoke, probably making themselves decent. You decided now was a good time to excuse yourself, but when you tried to descend a second time Bloodhound stepped into the stairwell, chest heaving and mask disheveled.

“How much of that did you hear?”

You froze, shoulders drawn tight as you tried very hard not to make eye contact with the friend you had just caught masturbating. "Just some...growling. I didn't realize you were, uh, having a private moment."

They sighed, leaning against the doorway and crossing their arms. From how it looked, they didn't really want to make eye contact either. "My apologies, the...heat of battle..."

"I get it," you appeased them, holding your hands up. Something about the thought of Bloodhound relieving themselves after getting fired up felt entirely understandable; an urge that sometimes hit you after a successful match. "Don't apologize, it's natural. I won't tell anyone either."

Those were the words that finally got them to relax, their posture loosening as you said it. "I appreciate that."

"Of course," you dismissed, finally making your way down the stairs. "Just don't miss the second evac ship!"

"...Right."

Hearing nothing else, you exited the building and left Skyhook the way you came, waiting until you were very far away to ruminate on how good Bloodhound sounded when they got off.

#bloodhound #apex legends #apex bloodhound #yandere scribbles #i wrote bh as amab in this because my hc for them swings back and forth so dont be afraid to request afab bh stuff if thats your preference

[navegandoaciegas]

Broken Wings {2/2}

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: You’re a small town girl with big city dreams, set on leaving Knockemstiff and its Sheriff behind for good. Lee Bodecker would do anything to make sure you stay with him.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, non-con, breeding kink, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, overall dark themes, kind of a slow build up to the nasty.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I’ve had an eventful couple of days. This is part 2, read part 1 here.

The adrenaline that rushed through your veins blocked out the pain in your body and the noises around you. Your breathing came out in short, panicked huffs as you sprinted through the woods, Lee hot on your heels.

You thought back to the past 12 hours, and how they’d changed your life.

Leaving Knockemstiff and boarding a bus for New York, with your big dreams and a small bag. Almost reaching Pennsylvania’s border before your hopes were snatched away. Lee chasing said bus, blasting the sirens of his patrol car and pulling the driver over. The dread that settled in your stomach when you met his enraged stare, your hopes of a better life shattering in a million pieces, the anger and humiliation that had filled you when he’d dragged you, kicking and screaming, out of the bus, under the judgemental or pitying stares of the passengers.

“You can’t run from me, dove.”

His voice echoed in the woods, tantalizing and terrorizing you all the same. You’d managed to bolt away and hide in the woods before he could handcuff you, but you hadn’t made it too far before he’d found you.

In the event that he’d ever caught you, you’d imagined that he’d fall on his knees and beg you to stay. Lee dragging your ass out of the bus like any drunk bastard he’d escorted home after a fight was certainly not the reaction you’d expected.

You pushed the branches out of your face, feeling a new tear in the skin of your cheeks whenever you’d barrel through a bush. You had no idea where you were going, all you knew was that you had to keep running until your feet bled. Hide. Disappear.

Just a couple more miles and you’d find another town, you could catch a bus then, and maybe you’d be safe-

One second you were sprinting through the trees, and the next your foot was caught in an exposed root, and you tumbled down the slope with your arms stretched out to protect your face.

You hissed in pain when you lifted your palms from the ground. Debris stuck to the abrasion, and it burnt and stung when you flexed your hands. You tried standing up, but fell back among the leaves, feeling lightheaded.

You registered some more cuts on your knees, but you couldn’t tell whether it was blood or tears that streamed down your face.

The branches contorted around you, and the shadows they casted danced around the edges of your vision.

New York, new life, new beginning. Your mom’s smile in her Sunday dress when she’d waved you off. The stench of alcohol in Lee’s breath when he’d caught on the bus.

You thought you’d heard a voice call your name in the distance before your vision went dark, and you let the void envelop you.

-

The sky had turned dark when Knockemstiff’s rusty welcome sign came into view, and he hadn’t spoken a word to you since you’d woken up in his car, with his dark leather jacket draped over your shoulders and bandages on your bruised skin.

You’d stopped sobbing, and you’d run out of pleads, apologies, and tears.

For the first time in your life, you were afraid of him.

His car pulled to a stop in a deserted parking lot. He killed off the engine, and clenched his jaw, inhaling a deep breath before he spoke.

“What was goin’ through that dumb head of yours, sweetie? What made you think you could up, and fuckin’ leave me like that?” he bit through gritted teeth, chest heaving. “One of the boys called me this morning, said he heard your mother talk about you to one of her old hags, babblin’ ‘bout leaving for good, New York, a job.”

He let out a bitter laugh, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

“He thought she’d finally done lost her goddamn mind. Ain’t no sheriff’s girl leaving town for good, he said.”

“I’m sorry, Lee, I should've told you, I was selfish-”

“Yes, you fuckin’ were, fuckin’ selfish is what you are.” he screamed, and you jumped in surprise, because he’d never raised his voice at you.

“I’m sorry, I can’t give you what you want. I don’t want that. You know I don’t belong here Lee, just lemme go, forget all about me.” you pleaded once again, voice small and broken.

He stayed silent for a moment after your little rant, before bursting into a fit of laughter. His body shook with the vibration, and he clutched his stomach, as if no joke had ever sounded so fun in his ears.

“Forget about you? Sweetie, you know I can’t do that. I love you too much.”

“If you love me, let me go Lee, I’m begging you. Please.” you sobbed, gripping his hands in yours, hoping your wobbling lips would move him.

He sighed, and enveloped your hands in his warm ones, bringing them to his lips. He left a trail of kisses from the inside of your wrists to your knuckles.

“Come with me, then. Leave this shitty place behind for good, Lee. Ain’t nothing good’s come out of ‘ere anyways.”

You thought you’d seen his resolve break. You thought he’d choose you for once. Choose you over his thirst for power.

“You know I can’t do that,” he snapped, raising his voice again, “I’m so close to gettin’ myself elected, the campaign is going well, I can’t give up now.”

“Can’t or won’t?” you pressed, anger hardening your stare.

He held your gaze for a moment before looking ahead, eyes unreadable for the first time since you’d met him.

“You know I’m selfish too,” he shrugged.

He reached for his belt, and held up the metal handcuffs, wordlessly securing them around your wrists, ignoring your protests.

“Just stay here.” he grumbled before swinging the door open.

The cold, unyielding cuffs dug in your wrists as you attempted to tug them free from the metal hook on the dash where they were attached to.

It was useless, but it made you feel like you were actually trying. You were mad at Lee, of course, at whoever had tipped him off, and at yourself.

Especially at yourself for your wistful thinking, for convincing yourself that Lee would have given up on you as you’d had on him. For not running fast enough, being strategic enough.

You huffed in annoyance when the metal hook refused to give in, and fell back on the headrest with a groan.

Your calves and shins were sore from your crazy sprint in the woods, and the palms of your hands were scraped from your fall. Lee had cleaned the cuts, but they still stung when you’d inadvertently brush them against each other.

You were mostly unscathed, except for your wounded pride.

You wished your glare could incinerate Lee on the spot when he opened the door to the driver’s seat with a smirk on his lips. The car creaked and swayed when he sat down.

“Fries and vanilla shakes, your favorite.” he announced, opening up the brown paper bag on his lap.

“I’m not hungry.” you mumbled, turning your head to observe the diner’s feeble neon lights in the distance.

Your stomach chose that moment to betray you, and let out a growl when the waft of fried food reached your nose. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and you were starving.

“Your tummy seems to think otherwise, dove.”

You used to think that his cocky loopsided grin gave a youthful glow to his face, but now you couldn’t help but hate the satisfaction it oozed.

“Open up.” he chirped, a handful of fries in his hands.

You rolled your eyes, sighing to yourself. “You’re not actually going to do that, are ya? Just uncuff me, Lee.

“I won’t uncuff you until I’m sure I can trust that you won’t run off on me, dove. Might take a while, tho. Now open up.”

You parted your lips, deciding that this one wouldn’t be the hill you’d choose to die on. Glaring at him, you took a bite out of the fries. He hissed when your teeth snapped hard against his fingers, but let out a chuckle seeing you in the state you were in, amused by your pathetic struggle.

“Good girl.” he praised you, feeding you some more like you used to do on those long nights patrolling the streets. Back when feeding each other was an act of love, not a humiliating punishment.

“So how was your little trip in Ohio, sweetie? Enjoyed the fields?”

He hummed when you refused to speak, and brought the milkshake to your mouth, studying your lips as they closed on the striped paper straw, and your cheeks hollowing when you sucked.

“Could’ve drove you myself if you’d asked. Could’ve brought you somewhere nice on holiday this winter. Someplace outside of Ohio.” he continued, taking a sip for himself, “Maybe we can go to a beach on our honeymoon, whaddya say, huh?”

You snorted at his audacity, almost inhaling the milkshake.

“What honeymoon are you talking about, Lee? Ain’t no way I’m marrying you now.”

He shook his head again, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Yes, you are, dove. You are marrying me.”

Your eyes almost bulged out of your head as you gave him an incredulous look. Had you been blinded by love, or was he showing his true colors now?

“What, you’re gonna drag me by the hair and force me to sign the papers? Don’t think the preacher or the fine citizens of this shitty fuckin’ town are gonna like that too much.”

You scoffed, feeling your vision blur with tears again.

Lee levelled his face with yours, eyes darting between your own. You’d never noticed the darkness in him, and it made your heartbeat spike for all the wrong reasons.

“I don’t need to drag you, dove. You’re gonna come to that altar with a smile on these pretty lips. And you know why?” he whispered in your ear, and you felt a shiver go down your spine.

His calloused hand caressed your thigh, slowly hiking up your pleated skirt. “Because I’m finally gonna put a child inside you tonight, and nothing’s gonna stop me.”

Before you had time to react, or panic, he’d climbed to the passenger’s side, caging you in with his large body. He slanted his mouth against yours, forcing his tongue between your lips that you’d parted in a surprised gasp.

You pushed your shoulders against his, trying to pry him away, but he groped you relentlessly. Panic gripped you when you realized you were bound and at his mercy, and he wasn’t joking about his intentions.

“Gonna keep you chained until I knock you up, dove. Keep you in my house, can’t trust that mother of yours,” he huffed between kisses, hands roaming over your body.

“Stop, Lee, have you lost your goddamn mind? Don’t fuckin’ touch me, you asshole. Lemme go.”

You managed to kick his stomach, but in the frantic haze that had overcome him, he barely took notice, continuing his exploration of your body.

You shrieked when his hand dipped in your panties, and to your utter shame, found them soaked.

“You really want me to stop? Because your pussy is telling me a whole ‘nother story, sweetie. Feel how wet you are for me, you like this, don’t ya?”

He brought his finger to your lips, forcing your mouth open until you’d sucked him clean of your juices. He hummed when he dipped down and kissed you again, tasting your arousal on your tongue.

Your teeth snapped on his bottom lip until you’d drawn blood, and he released you with a hiss. His hand gripped your jaw, and tears began blurring your vision.

You couldn’t find adoration, love, and care in his eyes, only cruel determination.

The screams you let out sounded like a muffled gargle.

“Scream all you want, no one’s gonna hear you, and if they do, what’re they gonna say to me? I’m the sheriff sweetie, I’m the law. You were just stupid enough to think you could escape me.”

You pushed, kicked, screamed, thrashed until the metal cuffs had scrubbed your skin raw, fighting the hands that were pushing your bra down until your tits spilled out.

His fingers grazed your heated skin like they’d done a million times before, staining your loving memories forever.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re gonna look so good with my baby inside you, all round and swollen.” he groaned, nipping at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, sucking on the skin hard enough to hurt you, “All the men in this town are gonna be jealous of me. Might have to keep you locked up all the time.”

You couldn’t deny the throbbing in your core when his tongue licked a stripe behind your ear, nor the arousal soaking through your panties when slid his hand over the hair on your mound, teasing you.

“Gonna keep these tits full of milk for a long time sweetie.”

You moaned when his thick fingers breached your entrance, feeling the pressure build up as he kept pumping them in and out of you. He kept his thumb on your clit, the way he knew you liked, until you were so sensitive and overstimulated that you couldn’t tell pain and pleasure apart.

“You can never leave me, never again. Don’t you understand, I’m nothing without you. I need you.”

He played your body so well that it made you sick.

“Please Lee,” you panted, clenching your jaw to suppress your wanton sounds, “Don’t do this. There’s no turning back from this. Please.” you pleaded, lips wobbling.

“That’s the point,” he huffed, struggling to fit in the space between the passenger’s seat and the dashboard.

He forcefully spread your legs open, making a quick work of ripping your cotton panties to shreds. Bringing his face down to your glistening cunt, he inhaled a deep breath before delving into your folds, tongue lapping at your juices. The lewd, slurping sounds soon mixed with your moans that you could no longer keep in.

By that point you didn’t know if you were fighting to keep his head where it was or to rip it out of his neck.

“You taste like heaven, so fuckin’ sweet.” he grunted before latching onto your bud, hollowing his cheeks arount it as he sucked you off.

Fireworks went off in your lower belly when pleasure exploded inside you. Waves of pleasure crashed through your body, rendering your limbs limp and heavy.

All rational thoughts thrown out the window, you melted into his body when he surged forward to slant his lips against yours. He swallowed your moans with his hungry kisses, cradling your face like the most precious artifact.

It felt wrong, yet so right. He was still Lee. Your Lee. The one who’d drive and sing with you, who’d found your dad a job after he’d lost it, who’d made love with the most care unlike any other man who’d ever laid a finger on you.

At least, that’s what you tried telling yourself when he pushed his hard, leaking cock inside your swollen cunt, and your body welcomed him in your warmth without any fight.

You both snarled when he sheathed himself inside you.

“I love you so much sweetie, I can’t lose you again.”

It was wrong and dirty, but it was okay to feel good because it was your Lee between your legs.

He hoisted your legs over his shoulders and slumped against the seat. His cock reached deeper than you thought possible, and you felt every ridge and veins slide over your walls.

Teeth clattering, bruising touches. You ached to touch him, maybe claw his eyes out or caress his chubby cheeks.

Electricity jolted every nerve ending on your body, and the next words he whimpered in your ear would have been a cold shower, had you not been so far gone already.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum inside you, dove, fill you up with my cum over and over again until I’m sure I’ve put a baby in you. Fuck-”

He snapped his hips harder against yours, thrusting his cock in and out of you. Your cunt quivered around him, gripping him tightly. He pushed you over the edge over and over again, until you were a drooling mess who couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore.

“I told you sweetie, it’s only a matter of time.” He punctuated each world he panted in the crook of your neck with a harsher thrust of his hips. “Ain’t no more parking lots, just a big ole bed. Yeah, people like me in this town, you know that, dove. I’ll get myself elected-, get a- cushy place up on Brewer Heights. We’ll be happy, have kids and all. My pretty wife, fuck- every man in this shitty town will envy me.”

You bucked your hips against his, wildly chasing your release. He could feel another one of your orgasms near by the way you clenched around him.

“Fuck-, God, you’re squeezin’ me. Fuckin’ cum on ny cock dove, I want to feel you come all over me, make a mess on me.”

You pushed out the muscles of your pelvis, and the intensity of your pleasure almost blacked you out again as you gushed all over him, soaking through your skirt onto the seat.

His cock swelled and twitched, and he released himself inside you, painting your walls with his hot spurt. The feeling was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, a fullness you never thought you could experience.

Your chest heaved as you slumped on the seat, arms aching and wrists scrubbed raw.

His cock softened inside you, and he watched enthralled his seed spill out of your cunt, your abused hole still clenching around nothing.

“Jesus, I hope it takes, dove.”

He droned some more, but you’d stopped listening. You kept staring ahead, letting him dress you back again like a motionless doll.

Had you been more aware, you would have seen the shadow of guilt creep on his face, soon replaced by cool determination when he blinked the tears away and hardened his stare once again.

Your body didn’t feel like your own anymore.

Static noises interrupted his actions.

“Any cars around-...got a call from Hawk at the bar- anyone can check that out?”

“Fuck,” he groaned, picking up the radio, “I wanted to go at it a few more times, just to make sure.”

Minutes, or maybe hours, passed by in a blur. You had no idea where you were, or how long it’d been since he dragged you back in this hellhole.

New York, a new job, a new beginning. It all seemed so far.

There was only one thing you knew for sure.

“I’m getting out of ‘ere again, Lee.” You murmured in a daze, “I’m getting out and God himself couldn’t stop me if he tried.”

Drained of all energies, you let the soothing sway of the car lull you to sleep.

Lee sighed to himself, watching you so defensless, bound at his mercy. He’d take care of you until the end of his miserable life, and protect you from everything, even yourself.

“I'm the only God here, sweetie, and I can assure you, you’re not going anywhere.”

Afterall, his dove couldn’t fly away from him with broken wings.

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[rosierin]

What the Haikyuu boys smell like ;

Characters: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kyotani, Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, Suna, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, Lev, Ushijima, Tendou

a/n: some very random, late night headcanons I wanted to write down. I've seen so many people do this and eventually it prompted me to do my own 👀

these were super fun to do so I hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoyed writing them hehe

enjoy!

Karasuno

☆ Hinata: Okay. So I know most people tend to think Hinata smells like sunshine or tangerines..etc but NO. Mans cycles 30 minutes to school every morning, UP HILL. Probably at full speed too because he's so full of energy, even first thing in the morning. Not to mention after that he races Kageyama to the gym, then plays volleyball until ungodly hours into the night soooooo you can't expect him not to smell even a little bit of sweat. I'm not saying he reeks— all I'm sayin' is that there's gonna be a little whiff there.

But on a day where he doesn't play volleyball all day long (if they exist) he probably smells like detergent, and a girly one at that because it's the one his mum and sister use. Worst thing is that he doesn't even notice it, it's only when Tanaka and Nishinoya point it out and start cackling at him that he asks his mum to buy a new one.

☆ Kageyama: Clean laundry and deodorant, and it's probably the same one he's used ever since he was a kid. It's called something like "fresh ocean breeze" or sth and he just saw it in the supermarket and was like "yeah, that'll do". LOL I love him.

No spray tho. He uses the roll on type and you'll only notice it if you're sitting real close to him.

☆ Tsukishima: Salt. Jk, vanilla. Mister Vanillaaaa

No but really, Tsukishima smells kinda nice in my opinion. Not that anyone would know— he never lets anyone get that close to be able to tell. I also feel like he has almost no b.o, whether he sweats or not.

☆ Yamaguchi: Clean, just clean. Like fresh linen or sth. I don't imagine him with a really strong scent so if he uses deodorant it's very, very subtle.

☆ Suga: Sweet 🥺 Like baked cookies. Just overall very pleasant and not at all overpowering. And he doesn't even try either, I just feel like this boy's so perfect, even his natural scent is lovely 😭

☆ Daichi: Manly....? Idk- what's a manly smell? 😂 Old spice, question mark?

☆ Asahi: Aftershave. Voilà. Not much to say.

☆ Nishinoya: Like popsicles, or just some sort of sweet snack 👀 He inhales those like there's no tomorrow so he probably always has that lingering scent on him. That or he smells like Axe deodorant, which he probably uses excessively—

☆ Tanaka: Literally just Axe. He uses one that's apparently popular with women? He heard a few girls say they liked the smell of that particular deodorant so he IMMEDIATELY bought it in hopes that Kiyoko would like it too. Probably uses a bit too much, aswell? Idk, he thinks the more he uses, the higher his chances are of seducing the woman of his dreams.

Sometimes he smells like booze and gasoline? Courtesy of his older sister.

Aoba Johsai

☆ Oikawa: Oinks smells like expensive cologne. Pretty face, fetching personality, nice smell. It contains hints of lavender and lemon grass and all the girls love it, apparently.

Sometimes he'll even smell a little bit like a mix of girls perfume since he's surrounded by them on a daily basis. Iwaizumi hates it, and keeps telling him to cover it up with deodorant or something because it's distracting.

☆ Iwaizumi: Fresh mint, but almost kinda icy aswell 🤔 Iwa likes to smell fresh and started using this one detergent back in his first year of high school. Oikawa of course picked up on this new scent straight away and told him it smelled almost intimidating— like it's so crisp it kinda makes you go 😳 Iwa liked that impression though, so he kept using it.

☆ Kyoutani: Wood smoke. Intimidating and heated. You're not really sure why though. He just does.

Nekoma

☆ Kuroo: Books. Yeah I've seen a lotta people say he'd smell amazing, like super smexy (can you call a smell sexy? idk) anyway, but yeah no this science nerd smells like books 👀

☆ Kenma: Hot food. Hear me out— Kenma lives and breathes video games, so this boy definitely brings a bunch of snacks with him as he plays. Like minute ramen and stuff. It's really faint because other than that, his body just smells clean. The boy still bathes. It's just his school uniform that'll sometimes smell a little bit like chicken noodles.

☆ Lev: Correct me if I'm wrong but I think Lev smells ~~**expensive**~~ He uses a perfume that his sister bought for his birthday years ago and he loved it so much that he asked that she buy it for him every year xD He uses a lot though and is told to tone it tf down by Kenma when they were getting dressed one time. Whoops-

Fukurodani

☆ Bokuto: Bo has a very distinguishable scent. It's musky and very masculine. One that easily clings to your clothes if you were to hug him. It also has a certain warmth to it that is hard to explain. It's both powerful yet comforting; a very strange combination 🤔

☆ Akaashi: Like fresh air and a faint hint of men's perfume. Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue typa thing. He's also probably the cleanest out of the Haikyuu boys (after Sakusa ofc). He likes to take care of himself, puts on the occasional face mask, y'know?

Shiratorizawa

☆ Ushijima: ...like oats? Idk— kinda earthy? But without it being overpowering. He's a farmer boy so he'd most likely just smell like the outdoors 🤔

☆ Tendou: Like the blood of his enemies.

Jk. Chocolate! For obvious reasons 🤗

Inarizaki

☆ Atsumu: Like sunshine and countryside!

☆ Osamu: Like a cool breeze on a spring morning. Also rice 👀

☆ Suna: Okay now I think rather than Kuroo, it's Suna the one who smells the most enticing. And it's odd because it's a smell that you can't really pinpoint, it's just really nice. Almost addicting? I feel like Suna's the type of guy you can recognize purely by smell.

Say you'll have your back to him and he'll just walk behind you and you're like:

"Oh hey, Suna."

Idk XD His eyes are enticing and so is his smell, that's just what I think

☆ Kita: Like chamomile 🥰 Just something really soothing and pleasant. It's the type of smell that easily makes you feel drowsy if you were to cuddle up to him.

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[amara-scott]

Confessions

Movie: Harry Potter (Maurauders Era) Characters: Remus Lupin x Reader Categories: Fluffy and Sweet

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It was a cold winter morning when Lilly woke me up to join her at breakfast. I groggily complied, following her without having exchanged a word. I am not a morning person. And she very much knows that. But she is my friend and leaving her to go alone on a Saturday morning would be too cruel. Simply because of one person. James Potter- we all know they are meant to be. They are both just too stubborn. Well, Lilly is. James would marry her right there and then.

"Thanks again, (y/n), you know I can't handle him. Especially not in the mornings." I just smirk, nodding.

But my smirk is wiped off my tired face as soon as I catch a glimpse of Remus. Remus Lupin. Aka the death of me. Those brown locks and shy smile drive me mad. Sure I didn't tell anybody, everyone would make fun of me for it. Just like they do with Potter and Evans. Besides, I know he doesn't feel the same. He has a huge crush on that Gryffindor Girl that has luscious golden locks and full, pouty lips. It's hopeless, really. But Lilly has other plans as she drags me with her, right up to the Marauders.

"Good morning, beautiful Lilly-flower. How did you sleep?" There's the reason why I'm here.

"Shut it Potter, not today." Lilly mutters as she sits down opposite him and pulls me down next to her. Her small blush obvious to everyone. I sit down. Right next to Remus. I try not to show my excitement. Or how nervous I've gotten all of a sudden. And definitely not turn toward him.

It must have been too forced which is why Sirius sends a smirk my way. I raise an eyebrow in return.

“Why so tense, (Y/N)? Can’t handle the beauty in front of you? You seem overwhelmed-“

“Actually, let me stop you right there, Sirius. Nothing of the above.” Remus chuckles next to me but it turns into a muffled cough, which catches my attention and I can’t help and turn too look at him. The first time I really do today. And a sense of hurt fills me as I see his scared face. Another rough night. I lift a hand to touch his shoulder but decide against it mid-air.

“Remus, are you alright?” He doesn’t glance back just pokes at his food and still holding a fist to his lips after the cough. He shakes his head and ignores my question. I frown and turn back forward, trying to feel hungry. Actually, trying to feel anything but a void in my stomach. And hurt. He never ignored me. Sure, he is frank sometimes and maybe doesn’t always looks me in the eye when we talk but- he never once ignored me.

“Soo, are we going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” James asks, trying to cut the tension at the table but I can’t hold it in anymore and am scared they will see my glossy eyes.

I shake my head and stand up briefly. “Sorry.” I speed walk down the table and out of the Great Hall. I only stop once I reached the common room and decide to sit on the couch until classes would start. Who needs food anyway. I bury my head in a book and nearly miss to leave for our first class. Potions. Funny enough this is the only class I usually sit next to Remus because James sat next to Lilly the first time. Now I slow down my walk and hope he might have switched seats. When I enter though Remus is glancing around until his eyes land on me. I freeze for a second but gulp down my nerves and take my usual seat next to him.

It’s quite for a while. I don’t look over and he doesn’t say anything. Not even raising his hand when I can clearly see he did his homework and knows the correct answer.

A paper ball lands on his side of the desk which catches my attention. I don’t want to be nosey so I don’t try to read what’s written there. But I get where it must have come from by the look he is sending over to Sirius. Sirius gestures wildly at him, looking stern and I frown until he points over to me and our eyes meet- he quickly whips his hand up and ruffles his hair, sending me an awkward smile with a wave. Then turns back around.

I frown but don’t question it any further, trying to also ignore the eyes I feel on the side of my face. I Scribble down on my parchment but can’t help and notice Remus clearing his throat a couple times. After the third time I sigh and glance up. He’s wringing his fingers below the table and his eyes dart up as he sees me looking up. His eyes growing wide for a second before he sends me a small, uneasy smile.

“Hey.” He whispers. I can’t help but let my gaze linger on the scar below his eye. It looks painful and I quickly relax my face as I notice I’ve been cringing at him.

“Hi.” I reply and have to send a smile back. I can’t stop myself. He does that to me. Goofball. I am about to turn back to our task as he opens his mouth, inhaling- as if to say something. But he stops himself.

I raise a brow at him and wait. “What’s up?” Is add, trying to encourage him to keep going.

“I- I just-“ he smiles down at his hands and turns toward me slightly, “-I wanted to apologize. You probably think I’m absolutely rude and, and insufferable-“

He wants to ramble on but I glance up to the podium to see McGonogall sending us a suspicious look. I turn back to Remus, taking one of his fidgety hands and he stops talking, looking down at our hands.

“Remus, it’s okay. I still like you- let’s get back to work and talk later, alright?” I give him another small smile and he sighs, sending one back, nodding.

It took a short moment longer before I let go off his hand and turn back forward. I shield my warm cheeks from his view with my hair covering them now. The grin on my face suppressed.

___

“So- who’s up for a ride on our magnificent sled this fine evening?” James asks as he rounds the couch of the common room where Lilly and I sit, reading and talking. Our eyes go up to him as Sirius joins his side, throwing an arm over his shoulder and sending us mischievous smile. I roll my eyes and glance over to Lilly who’s sighing. But she wears a smile, her eyes finding mine.

“What do you say?” She asks me and I shrug my shoulders, standing up and throwing the book onto the soft cushioned couch.

“Why not, it’s beautiful outside.”

“Remus is coming as well~” Sirius is singing teasingly as he walks off with James to get ready, but not without winking at me over his shoulder. My eyes grow wide at his remark. Does he know? I tried really hard to hide that crush.

“-(Y/N)? Let’s go, come on.” Lilly pulls me out of my trance and pulls me after her at my sleeve.

“So, what’s that with you and Remus?” She asks, a small grin on her lips.

“What do you mean? Nothings going on.” I reply, maybe too quickly because Lilly sends me another big goofy grin and I roll my eyes, as she rummages through her stuff, throwing a beanie at me and one of her gryffindor scarfs.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She mumbles and we jog back down to the common room, waiting for the boys.

As they join us, James picks up a squealing Lilly and runs ahead. Sirius carries the sleds and nods at us. “See you there, losers.” He runs off as well, yelling after them. Now it’s just Remus and me. Peter needed to rest, he’s been sick for a few days already, enjoying his peace in Madame Pomfrey’s Medical Wing.

“Are you going anywhere special this Christmas?” I ask, trying to cut the tension I felt growing. I loved that we quietly, without saying a word, decided not to run after them. We kept walking normally.

“No, just staying home, what about you?” I bury my hands deep in my pockets as we step outside, the wind instantly blowing across our skin.

“No, neither do we. My grandparents are coming over this year tho, so- that will be interesting.” I mumble and he chuckles, I glance up at him.

“I couldn’t hear what you were saying.” I realize I’ve talked into my scarf and push it down a little, my face now warm anyway.

“Hey! Watch out-“ I can’t even look at the source of the voice when a snowball hits me right on the cheek. I stumble, squeezing my eyes shut but Remus holds me before I slip.

I blink my eyes open, Remus wiping at my cheek, frowning. “Are you alright?” I nod quickly, staring into his warm eyes.

“Guys, come on!” Sirius whines and runs over.

“Seriously, be more careful Sirius.” Remus mumbles, quite annoyed as he turns to him, his hand leaving my hair, where he had also tried to get the snow wiped away.

“Aw, are you mad I threw snow at your girlfriend?” He smirks and folds his arms. I stare at the icy ground now and Remus says something under his breath while bending down and collecting a pile of snow, Sirius quickly runs off and giggles. Remus runs after him, holding his beanie as it’s slipping off.

“Get back here, Black!”

I hide my smile behind the scarf and walk toward where Lilly is watching James, who seems to struggle with a spell. He rearranged his glasses, his cheeks slightly tinted pink as he sends a shy smile over to Lilly. “I nearly got it.”

“Hey, why aren’t you sledding yet?” I ask as I join Lilly’s side.

“James wanted to make the sled bigger so- more people could fit on. But-“

“-I nearly got it, okay?” He clears his throat again and gulps. He gets so flustered, trying to prove himself to Lilly. It’s absolutely adorable. “Enlargio!”

I take a step back and Lilly follows suit. The sled grows in size, not too much either. Well, I guess successful?

“See?” He smirks and gestures toward his accomplishment. Lilly claps, her mittens muting the sound.

“Well done, you mighty wizard.” I add and he glares over, taking a pile of snow quickly. I hold my hands up.

“Sorry, sorry, please don’t- I already got enough snow in my face for today.” He chuckles and we look over to Remus still running after Sirius, he finally tackles him to the ground and pushes a snowball into Sirius’ face. We all laugh at the scene and walk over, up the hill.

“Hey, let poor Sirius go, I think he learned his lesson.” Lilly states and I nod, smirking at Remus as he stands up, out of breath, just as Sirius.

The latter stands up too, wiping himself off the snow and flares at Remus.

“What was that for anyway?” James asks and Sirius smirks through his white lashes.

“Yeah, Remus, what for?”

“I just- just don’t be so rude to-“

“-to, (Y/N)?” Sirius finishes for him and I roll my eyes, Remus sighing.

“Yes.” He grits out and I raise a brow at them both. They are standing now, facing each other again, Remus looking ready to throw another snowball if Sirius kept talking. And Sirius- well he just doesn’t know when to stop.

“Why don’t you just tell her that you like her? Maybe then I’ll stop.” He grabs more snow and strides my way, throwing a look over his shoulder at Remus. I shriek and turn, running away. But I am no way as fast as he is. He grabs me around my waist with one arm and lifts me up, laughing as I try to wriggle free. He holds his other hand close to my face, turning us to face the others.

“Come on Remus, you know what to do-“

“Sirius, stop, I’m gonna get sick-“

“I like her, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Don’t tell me, Remus, tell her-“ Sirius turns me further and I stop struggling, looking at Remus. He seems in conflict but shuts is eyes for a moment. When he looks back at me he gulps and steps forward.

“I- I really like you. A lot.” I want to throw my scarf and beanie off, that’s how hot I got and run toward him. Telling him I feel the same. But before I can even say anything I feel cold snow. My eyes back closed. I step on his foot now causing Sirius to finally let me go.

Remus is by my side once again and helps me with the snow. “I’ll kill him.” He whispers and runs his thumb across my cheek.

“You may. But- not without-“ I lean up and holds his face as I press a kiss to his lips. Brief but all I needed to tell him I return the feelings. He smiles down at me, his face now warm and eyes lingering on my lips and back up my eyes.

“I’ll be right back.” He adds quietly and runs around me, Sirius not noticing at first so they both stumble to the ground and throw snow at each other.

Lilly walks up and James follows suit. “Well, that took longer than expected- I owe Peter 5 galleons now.” I whip my head toward him and frown, he looks back at me, startled. “Did I say that out loud?” I nod at him. “Oh oh.” He turns around and runs off, me hot on his heels and Lilly joins me.

“Come back here, Potter!”

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referring to this post

ask and ye shall receive... this is just clothes/hair/acccessories notes. sorry for the brainrot in some of these but.. twst women go brr. also in this by short skirt i mean like miniskirt length, and long is nearing knee length. medium would be a midpoint between the two

also any of yall are free to share your headcanons with me jddjfjdfj i have a thing for character design

riddle: Listen i hate when people draw her with twintails. big pet peeve of mine its not riddle at all. shed have one of these really fancy braided buns, because she wants to look proper -- and for the same reason, her skirt is a bit longer and she wears black tights (we are keeping the heeled shoes tho)

ace: hmm not much should change i dont think? i imagine her looking sort of tomboyish. hair like male ace but maybe just a bit longer, maybe one or two red barettes because she still wants to be cute. short skirt and socks

deuce: "tomboy at heart but shes trying to be a proper lady" kind of look. had short hair in her delinquent days but shes growing it out so its juuust a little shorter than shoulder length. longer skirt but short socks. she rips all the tights she tries so she figured that would be easier

trey: god so shes the one i can never really figure out... i only ever see people drawing her w short hair but im not sure if i like it much the hairstyles they do are often just kinda ugly- i think that kinda works, though, maybe chin length hair for her. as long as her bangs are just a little different from her male counterpart. medium length skirt and under the knee socks.

cater: same hairstyle with the bangs pulled back i think but long hair.. though short would look good on her too! shed be very cute. maybe ties her jacket around her waist and shes definitely a short skirt gal. has painted nails and nice makeup on and her socks are thigh highs or the loose ones.

rest under the cut bc this is mad long-

leona: hnngghh hot lion lady i cant decide if i like her more with short hair or long hair... i can go either way i think. short skirt and she still wears those wack ass sandals. this goes without saying but she has male leonas undone buttons too

ruggie: certified tomboy. same hair as male ruggie pretty much, same rolled up sleeves. she wears a skirt bc its part of the uniform id imagine but if they had like, a shorts option shed take it. shed be a shorts kind of gal. really short socks

jack: shoulder length hair, still fluffy and kinda spiky! maybe up in a sporty ponytail or something. shes still Very buff (read this in a simp voice) and would probably wear pants if they had the option in the uniform. if they dont have that then just... medium skirt i think, but she probably wears some kind of shorts underneath it. short socks and her jacket is tied around her waist more often than not

azul: GOD do i have thoughts about her. i also have a pet peeve regarding her hair i think fem azul would 100% be the type to have long hair instead of just keeping male azuls cut... its chest length and wavy and she keeps most of it pushed over one shoulder. medium skirt, she cares about being proper but still wants to look cute, probably would wear black tights but boy do i wanna see her in thigh highs

jade: hair is a very neat bob, i think! not that much different from her male counterpart, she still keeps the classiness. Obvious tights wearer and any skirt length would work with her, i think. though i cant see her in a very short one because she does care about being proper

floyd: also bobbed hair, except its a huge mess and she would probably pull it into a ponytail whenever shes able to.... short skirt and socks, some undone buttons. rolled up sleeves more often than not.

kalim: hghghghhg i can never decide on what hair id go with for her ~_~ in the end i think long and fluffy would be the most fitting, its about chest length and she does a variety of different styles, sometimes twintails, sometimes ponytails, sometimes she just leaves it the way it is! short skirt and socks, probably even more accessories than her male counterpart + painted nails (that jamil painted for her)

jamil: oh i can only see her being very similar to male jamil. same hairstyle pretty much though i think shed be heavier with the makeup, like her eyeshadow would be a bit darker? keeps the hoodie, medium shirt and short socks just below the knee. she probably looks scarier than her regular counterpart

vil: so we officially are in “similar to their counterpart” territory... i dont think fem vil could even be very different tbh, what sets her apart is that she has actually long hair- maybe past chest length even but she keeps that variety between having her hair up and down that vil has. either medium or long skirts bc she wants to keep it classy, obvious tights wearer. she has acrylic nails she changes every now and then and theyre Sharp. makeup on point always including this really intense red lipstick

rook: continuing our travel through similar territory... same hair, same weird ass hat, very similar in general. i just feel like shed be vaguely masculine too? but not in that “rough” way, or at least thats not how she looks like usually. medium skirt and she keeps the boots so you dont see her socks really. another one that would very much prefer to wear pants. sometimes she has red lipstick on because vil does her makeup every now and then

epel: a tough one tbh! i think she could either have the same haircut as epel, or slightly longer but she keeps it in a slightly messy ponytail. medium skirt, wishes so much they had a pants option. socks are hidden by the boots. shes very cute

idia: HRHRGFHRHHG *TRIES CONTAINING MY BRAINROT* SHE HAS SHORT HAIR AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL!!!!! keeps the jacket with short skirt and thigh highs. Does not think shes cute enough to wear a short skirt with thigh highs but all her waifus wear them so she has to. God i love my gamer gilfriend

ortho is just ortho but with little fire pigtails i care her

malleus: hnngh hot fae lady out with the mullet first of all it wouldnt fit her regal energy. she does have very long hair though, like way past chest length, and it does that thing thats like... when some parts are tied at the back and kept together with some sort of pin? That. long skirt and tights, high heels even though she doesnt need them, painted nails and dark eyeshadow. Queen

lilia: ...both lilias look the same and you cant convince me otherwise. if she wears a skirt its very short though and it has something underneath for volume so it looks ruffled and cute. would wear thigh highs too but not always

silver: either short hair or an updo of some kind... im thinking milk braids (different from riddles, you can see the bun in her hair but for silver its just the braids) to keep that royal ish energy. also decently proper, long skirt and alternates between tights and below the knee socks

sebek: i can only visualize her with long hair for some reason. its still very spiky and parted the same way her male counterpart does it, uniform absolutely on point and also mimicking malleus a little with the skirt and tights

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They say

( Coco Cruz x Reader )

a/n : this is how i cope, don’t mind me, i’m just breaking my own heart.

trigger warnings : none i don’t think? except heart break, sadness. ends happy tho. i think. maybe.

word count : 2.4k

They say that, if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it was meant to be, if it doesn’t? well you just couldn’t accept that. You’d poured every ounce of yourself into him, you’d told him all your fears, all your pet peeves, all your insecurities, because you trusted him. You’d accepted all his weird quirks, all the strange habits he had that you looked past, youd accepted him for who he was, as you do when you love someone as much as you loved him. You supported him, mentally and physically, from up close and from far away. You encouraged him, reminded him of little things he easily forgot, you told him every day how proud you were of him, how loved and appreciated he was.

He used to do the same for you, used to. But at some point, he began holding back, he stopped doing things he started doing to win you over. You used to have a list of pet names hed call you when he babied you, now it was just ‘baby’ if he was in a good mood, or [Y/N]. You noticed it as soon as it started, you noticed everything. You knew he was stressed so you didn’t want to push it, but you also know that “stressed” was a norm for Coco, so you couldn’t wrap your head around it entirely. He started coming home later, crashing on the couch in hopes of “not disturbing your sleep.” it sounded like an excuse to you, and it hurt. it really fucking hurt you.

At some point, you’d had enough of your boyfriend distancing himself like that, ignoring your feelings, ditching you when you needed him, you couldn’t live that way, you wouldn’t. So, when he came home, you’d waited up for him, sitting at the small kitchen table you both used to enjoy your breakfast on every Sunday, now it stood empty, with nothing but a stack of newspapers from the passing weeks piled on it. With a bit of liquid courage crashing against the rocks of ice as you swirled the brown liquid around in the cup, your eyes felt red with fire, and your cheeks were stained with few dried tears that rolled down your face as your mind came up with the worst possible results you could imagine, all to which, came true. With a jingle of his keys in the lock, you straightened your posture, looking at him.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked her, that same vacant look on his face.

“I wanted to talk”

“it can wait till morning.”

“it really can’t.” with that, she was met with utter annoyance, and an obnoxious scoff that made her blood boil.

“go on then.”

“you’ve distanced yourself, so hard. I barely see you. We don’t sleep in the same bed, I can’t remember the last time you touched me, hell, even looked at me like you used to. What’d I do?” that was your go to, blaming yourself. It’s how you dealt with the unexplained.

“Get off my ass, [Y/N].” He dismissed you, you watched as he pulled off his kutte, and settled into the couch. You kept your eyes on him, murder on your mind. God he irritated you, you wanted to take his neck between your hands and wring it. Maybe that’d breathe some sense into him, if you deprived him of oxygen a little. But you didn’t need another felony charge, you inhaled deeply, balling your fists, the sting of your nails digging into the palm of your hand bringing you back from picturing all the ways you’d brutally murder him, out of love, of course.

If you loved someone... you’d refrain from strangling them, you turned from the spot you stood, and headed into the bedroom. You did the breathing exercises your therapist had taught you, but they worked only slightly. You grabbed a duffel bag, and started shoving clothing into it, as much as you could, you pushed all the belongings you’d need the next few days, and zipped it up. Pulling on a hoodie, you tossed the bag over your shoulder, and headed out. You walked passed him without a word, when you went to grab your car keys, you did the only petty thing you’d let yourself, trying to be the better person, you hid every single key to everything you had, knowing how easily he lost keys, you’d help him, in your own favour, however.

You left, and you didn’t look back. You couldn’t. The mere thought of Coco made you tear up, and it didn’t help that every tiny thing made you think about the lost love that still caused your chest to feel like it was about to concave. This wasn’t natural, you hadn’t felt like this, you were the queen of bottling up emotions, and ignoring them so you didn’t feel the pain of anything. But as you lived and breathed, everything reminded you of him.

You were in the middle of a girls lunch date, it’d been weeks since your seen your girlfriends since you’ve been trying to isolate yourself trying to get over this man, in the midst of drinking mimosas on the balcony of one of those entirely too fancy restaurants, you were laughing at highschool memories of your best friend who would start fights in the halls because she was bored, it was then, when a roar of motorcycles sped past where you were sitting, and it threw you into a whirl wind of emotions.

“make sure you hold on tight, mamas. Wouldnt want you to fall off.” the smirk heard in Coco’s voice sent a chill down your spine, being too intimidated by any sort of physical contact, usually, you usually ease yourself into it, but with Coco? It was brash and sudden, he started the bike, and gave you maybe a millisecond to grab a hold on him.

A little squeal forced its way out of your mouth as you quickly grabbed onto him, gripping onto your own hands, clinging to him. You buried your face in his shoulder. You felt him chuckle, and wanted to knock him out right then and there, but perhaps that wasn’t the best idea. It took you a moment, but once you opened your eyes, and watched as buildings, cars, people, hills and piles of dirt passed you by, trees whipping by. You felt yourself calm, you felt at peace. The wind flipped through your locks of hair, his scent filling your senses.

“This isn’t that bad.” you heard yourself admit in a soft mumble, you shut your eyes and felt the wind attack your face, balancing your inner battles with yourself. You felt peace in Coco, he tamed your chaos, and you his. God, what you’d give to feel like this all the time, but you only felt it with him.

You felt your throat burn, your bottom lip lodged itself between your teeth, and you did your best to fight the rage that tinged your eyes with tears. Your friends saw this, noticing immediately, the emotion that washed over your face, paling your features and dimming a smile that brought them laughter that lasted for days. You’d always been the group clown, with the loudest laugh, the brightest smiles, you were the one they’d all turn to when they couldn’t hold themselves up. You were a force to be reckoned with, you fought their battles when they couldn’t even hold themselves up. You never failed to show up with booze and ice cream to heal broken hearts. You brought things that made you think of friends, you remembered the finest details and came through every time. You listened to the quietest ones, heard every story, laughed at the lamest jokes. Seeing you with tears streaming involuntarily down your face as you tried to hide it, wiping them as fast as they came, it broke their collective hearts. They looked at one another, an unspoken question “how do you skip to the part of the storm that sprouts the flowers when the rain stops?”

Your relationship with sleep was toxic, it came and went as it pleased, your eyes were sunken, it was three A.M. and you felt your thoughts running through your mind a million miles a minute. Your head in your hands as another memory floated to the surface.

Panic overwhelmed you, hearing something, or someone, rustling around the kitchen, you grabbed the gun you kept tucked under your mattress. You cocked it, and took the safety off, holding it out in front of you in a defensive position. You opened your creaking door, the noise working at your nerves as you creeped into the kitchen where the only thing that illuminated the dark room was the bulb from the old white fridge. You watched silently as the head ducked from inside the fridge, you found it peculiar, but all you saw was a figure in your home you didn’t know. Getting closer, you held the barrel of the gun to the head of the man that stood in your kitchen.

“Hands up, Foo. Before I blow your brains all over my backsplash.” You threatened, your voice tense, and you were met with laughter that was all too familiar. Furrowing your brows, you were still panicked, not thinking straight. You shifted the gun so the bullet that was about to fly, only ripped through his hair. The shot rang loud, causing Coco, who you didn’t know was Coco, to crash to the ground.

“Crazy bitch!” he shouted, you flicked on the light, still having the gun pointed at him. Your eyes widened quickly, the man on your floor was Coco, and now there was a bullet lodged into your ceiling. You could kiss your security deposit goodbye, fuck, and you just shot at Coco. You put the safety back on, and set it on your counter before going to help him. A few minutes passed before both of you sat in fits of laughter, him mocking your voice, your words.

Coco told you so many times that the night you nearly shot him in the head, was the night he fell for you entirely. Sure, he’d known you were the one way before that. That night, though, he knew he was in love with you. That night he swore he’d break past your barriers, he’d demolish how you saw yourself, he taught you to love you, he made you promises to show you love like no other, and to show you that you didn’t have to be afraid of either physical and emotional aspects of love. He did do exactly that, but then ripped it away from her. Leaving her heart with him, and her chest feeling heavy with nothing. Once again tears were brought to your eyes, you were thankful for his love, but without it? you wished you’d never had experienced it in the first place. Maybe you wouldn’t be hurting now.

You were brought out of your train of thought by the knocking on your door, furrowing your brows, you got up from your spot on the counter, where you were thinking of better times, you looked through the peephole and it felt like someone took a vacuum to your weak lungs. Coco. Struggling to breathe proper, you just intended on ignoring him, it was the first time in months youd seen him and you didn’t know if you could handle it. Your heart screamed at you to let him in, he looked beat up, tired, and one of his eyes was bandaged up, he looked broken. you wanted to embrace him, forget the distance, but your mind scolded you, reminding you of the progress youd made, bouncing back from the pain oh so slowly. This could set it all back. So you decided, you wouldn’t open the door. He’s a big boy. You silently turn on your heel, away from the door.

“I’m sorry.” you heard him rasp, and you froze in your spot, a deer caught in headlights. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. “I know you’re there, I know you’re awake and I know you know it’s me. You have your kitchen light on, so I saw you stand on your toes to look through the peephole because you’re too short.” you cursed his observant ways, how well he knew you, like he had quirk notes tattooed on the back of his hand and read them like a bible. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice when you left, that I was too deep in my own world to see how me fading away for my own selfish needs was hurting you. I’m sorry I made it seem like I didn’t care, that it hurt you, I’m sorry that I made promises and broke them. I started thinking about things I never knew I wanted until you marched your stubborn self in my life and gave me a taste of a love that changed me. It scared the fuck out of me.”

That familiar burn of emotion lit up your head, and singed your chest. You let his words sink in, you couldn’t speak, not yet. Squeezing shut your eyes, you turned back to the door, setting your hand on the knob. You felt the door shift, like he’d gotten up from leaning his head against the poorly tinted wood. He got it, you could feel him prepare to walk away. If you love something, let it go. But Coco came back. He came back. You unlocked it, and turned the knob. Looking at him through sore eyes. “Running when you’re scared isn’t an option for me.” you said, defeat obvious in your voice. He stopped, turned to you and closed in quick. You pushed his hands away. “You can’t - You can’t just show me, tell me, and hold it to me that i shouldn’t shut you out, and i should trust you, and i should turn to you before anyone and anything else only to turn around and do that to me. You can’t do that and come running back.” you practically yelled at him, your voice shaking and raw.

“I know, I know I’m sorry.” he said, his hands dropping to his sides when you reached forward and yanked him in with all your might. The gesture was aggressive, sure. But pure.

“i’m sorry too.” you muttered, embracing him tightly.

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Warning: language I guess?

This will be at least 3 parts, it is a slow falling in love story

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You hated how Felix was. 

He always was so full of himself, always mean and horrible with everyone. You stopped counting the numbers of boys who were being heavily injured by him. No one dared to speak to Felix. He spoke with his fists and not his mind. 

You were known as a kind and soft spoken girl, you were considered as a mother by some boys (usually by the littlest ones), always taking care and tending to the boys. That was the price to pay to live in safety and on the island, that's why Pan tolerated you. He knew how much you were valuable for them. 

You appreciated every boy. You understood their histories, their traumas. After all, there was indeed an reason why they were living here. The only one who didn't break his shell was Felix. Each time you tried talking to him, or even tried to take care of his wounds, he would yell at you and push you away. 

One time he even tried to raise an hand on you, and Devin slammed him against the ground before he could do anything. After some times, you realised Felix was just an horrible being. He loved to kill and hurt people. That's all he was doing. 

You sighed as you finished putting the boys clothes on a line between two trees near a small hill, it was getting pretty late but you were certain of making back to the camp safely. You took the wooden basket and turned around only to face a pointy sword. You gasped as you saw the captain Hook, the infamous pirate who often sailed his ship around the island. You didn't understand why Pan let him walking around, he was after all a serious threat. 

You started to get nervous as more pirates showed up. You only encountered Hook and his crew a couple of times, usually when he was making deals with Peter Pan. 

"Hello." You breathed out with a shaking voice as you tried to back away. 

"Always so polite… I wonder why you didn't turn like every boy on this island… dirty and mouth full of bad words." 

"What do you want Hook?" You asked. 

He snickered as he put down his sword. As you backed away to the tree, he leant next to you. It made you incredibly uneasy and you cursed your short height. 

"What I want? I want you to follow me, so I can finally lay a trap for Pan and kill him." 

He was so close and you gagged at what he just said. There was no way you could escape him. Maybe if you gained more times, the boys will start looking for you. 

"What makes you think Pan will come to save me?" 

"Well, you are his precious diamond, a jewel from Neverland. I am pretty sure he would come running after you because you're like… his second in command." 

"I am not Felix." 

"I know you are easier to capture and you won't put a fit when we get you." He replied. 

"Say that again!" A voice yelled from behind the wet laundry. 

You didn't understand what was happening but someone tackled you down and suddenly, you were both rolling across the hill. The rocks and branches were slicing your clothes and skin. 

Then, you stopped at a rocky area and you released a breath. Someone was laying in top of you and you could only see a dirty head full of blond tangled hair laying on your chest. You didn't have time to think after hearing a crack beneath you and you both fell into a small cave with a scream.

Your back was hurting you but after a quick check, you didn't have anything broken. You would just have huge bruises for a few weeks. The person was still laying on you and you pushed him off you when you realised who it was. The boy fell next to you with a groan.

"Felix! What… How? Why did you do that?!" 

"A thank you would have suffice you know?" He stated, sitting against the wall. "If it was not for me, you would be captured by Hook and we will have to come rescue you, which is a waste of time." 

"Why are you so mean?" You hissed. "You are always..  being an ass with everyone except Pan! What, are you in love with him or something?"

He huffed and glared at you from the other side or the cave. It was rather small and there was a huge hole above the both of you. You wondered if there was any way to climb there and go back to camp.  You touched the rocks and realised it was too much slippery for you to climb on. 

"We're trapped here you idiot." 

"I am not an idiot!" You hissed at the blond haired boy.

"Look at that, she has fire after all. I always thought you were a weak girl." 

"Shut up." You growled, understanding there was no way you could leave. 

The boys would notice your absence. They always do. You hoped they would come quickly, you didn't want to spend the night with Felix, all alone. You didn't know what he was thinking and it made you uneasy. You didn't know him well but you knew a lot to know that he was never messing around. 

You could see the bright moon, and the stars were shining brightly. A typical night in Neverland. It was never hot, never cold. It was a mystery, and you were pretty sure it was because of Pan and his magic. Once he got pretty mad when the pirates took some lost boys hostages and it was the first time you saw a storm on the island. It was incredible. 

You felt something hitting you at your leg and you frowned. When you realised it was coming from Felix, who was throwing little rocks at you, you took a bigger one and hit him straight in the face. He howled in pain, clutching his cheek. It was a little bruised but nothing too serious. Last thing you needed was to take care of him. You always hated to care for the blond haired boy when he was injured or sick. 

"You bitch!"

"You asshole." You hissed back, clearly showing your disdain for him. "You started it!" 

"I was bored." 

"See, that's why no one likes you Felix. You always hurt people!" 

He stared at you for a second and you grew worried. It was a mortifying glance, his hard cold eyes were glued on yours. You then instantly regretted saying this to him, knowing well he could kill you just by squeezing your throat. You gulped, awaiting for an aggressive reply but it didn't came. Surprisingly, he mumbled something else.

"That's the only way I know to speak to people." 

At that moment, you didn't see any old teenager but a little boy. You didn't know how to feel or how to act. It was a first one for you, he never showed this vulnerable side of him. As much as you wanted to mock him (because he clearly deserved for all the things he did to you and the boys), you didn't. Instead, you looked at him sadly, hoping to learn more. 

"I don't want you to pity me like you do with the other boys." 

"I never do that. You're free to speak or not. You may be an ass but I am sure there is something under this thick shell of yours." You said, offering the tall boy a smile.

He huffed and jerked his head to the side, ignoring you and your weak attempts to let him open to you. You heard him mumbling to himself, you were pretty sure it was something about you. You sighed and decided to close your eyes. All those troubles made you pretty sleepy and you slowly fell into a deep slumber.

You woke up with a start, feeling something next on you. You turned your head and realised it was Felix. You wondered why he was there. He was close enough for you to hear him breathing and you knew he wasn't sleeping. Then you realised that's the heavy thing on you was just his cloak and you were… a little surprised by that. Still it was a step in your direction so you decided to not say something about it. You raises your head and realised you were still both trapped in the hole. Why those boys are taking that long to get you both out of here?

"Go back to sleep." He told you.

"The boys aren't still there?" You asked softly, knowing already the answer.

"Apparently not or else you would be sleeping in your bed." 

It was weird and you hoped they will find you two quickly. You resisted the urge to cuddle next to Felix and turned to not face him. It would have been pretty embarrassing if you had started doing that. You knew some boys enjoyed it but not cold hard Felix. 

"Can I ask you a question?" 

"Hm. Yeah. Of course. But quick, I really want to sleep." You replied with a yawn.

"What… Ugh, I am so bad at this." He groaned. "I just wondered why you hated me so much." 

"I strongly dislike you." You corrected him. "Because you're always so mean, and hard with everyone. You are always after someone, beating them up physically or morally. I don't know why Pan favourites you. To be honest, you are a pretty shitty person. You're an ass." 

You heard him shift and you resisted again to turn and cuddle the poor boy. You hated doing that but somehow you felt good to reveal to him what was your opinion on him. 

"But… I can't blame you. I mean… You must have a pretty good reason to be like that. Pan did take you on Neverland, and I don't think it was because you were strong" You stopped talking, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. "I… I hear you sometimes when you're asleep."

"What do you mean?" 

"Once you were screaming. You don't probably remember it but it woke me up. It woke all of us. Pan made the boys swore to not tell what happened. Felix, for God's sake, you were sobbing and I didn't know what to do. You looked so unstable, you tried to kill me!" 

Felix stayed silent for a moment and you wishes to not have bring up that. 

"I was dreaming about my past." He whispered. "That's why I don't like sleeping."

You didn't know what to say next and you thought he was going to say more. He didn't tho and you had to admit you were a little disappointed by that. You didn't pressure him to speak more and decided to sleep again. 

The next morning, the cloak was ripped out of your body and you gasped. Your hair was a mess but it was not the matter right now. Felix was looking down at you, having that mean glaze in his eyes. You frowned not understanding what was going on. You heard all kind of voices and wondered what was happening.

"The boys are here." The second in command said simply, climbing up a rope.

You quickly followed behind and when you touched the ground above, the boys welcomed you back with a giant hug. You laughed at their antics but still was focused on Felix and his next moves: he regained his actual composure and urged everyone to go back to camp.

You hoped that what happened that last night will make him think of his behaviour with the others. He couldn't just keep everything to himself, but you knew he wouldn't start to share what was on his mind with the others and you. He had too much pride. 

That night, you didn't expect him to enter your tent. You were just about to go to sleep, starting to brush your hair, freeing it from any tangles. You were facing the entrance but immediately recognized him. You stood up from your seat and asking him what did he wanted. 

"I just…" He mumbled, not looking at you. "Thank you." 

"For what?" You asked, a little confused.

"I don't know, I just felt the need to tell you this." 

You smiled genuinely at him, approached and stood on your tiptoes. You kissed his cheek, near his scar and you instantly felt his skin heating up. You giggled as his face went red and he pulled his hood, trying to hide himself.

He was speechless, not able to form a single sentence. He was stuttering so much words at one it was hard to understand him. It was honestly cute. 

"I…" He started. "I have to go on my patrol." He quickly said.

"Have a good night Felix." You replied, staring at him. "Don't get yourself killed." 

He darted out of your tent and you swirled around before falling on your bed with a giggle. You didn't know why, but… something was changing in you. You smiled to yourself like an idiot before slipping under your covers and falling fast asleep. 

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