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shewrites444 · 1 year

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secrets [xavier thorpe x reader smut]

written by me & me only!!! enjoy ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

word count - 2.4k

[summary: the reader and xavier have been hooking up since the semester started, but when he suddenly goes ghost after awhile, the reader learns that his feelings for her venture far more than what lies on the surface.]

[warnings: rough sex, car sex, choking, spitting, daddy kink, dirty talk, dominant male]

xavier thorpe wasn't the most sought out guy at nevermore, surprisingly, but when his ex girlfriend, bianca, sent me a text that read, i'm going to tell everyone your secret, i quickly realized that he may be more well-known than what i thought. the fact they dated last year slipped my mind, but i was also a transfer student, so its not like i knew every piece of drama this school had.

we had been hooking up since the beginning of this semester, originally starting as just a one time thing after the rave'n that eventually lead into basically anytime we saw each other. i never found myself in the time or place for a relationship, and he said he felt the same way, so having sex really meant nothing other than a good time. sure, we'd hang out after, maybe go paint in his art studio or go to his dorm, but it really wasn't that big of a deal.

except for tonight.

xavier was being really weird and had been for about the past week, barely answering my texts and when he did, it was just one or two word answers. i was genuinely concerned about him, and that maybe that text from bianca was something he knew about, so he possibly wanted to keep his distance from me. either way, i would prefer him to just tell me to my face that this was over with, so despite how nervous i was, i planned on sneaking out to his art studio tonight because if he wasn't at his dorm, that's where he'd be.

glancing at my phone, i watched as the clock finally hit midnight and i got out of bed, grabbing my black sweatshirt and slipping it on over my top. i walked quietly out of my dorm and down the stairs, opening one of the windows and made my way to his studio through the foggy and damp forest.

glancing through the windows, i noticed all the lights were out, but i opened the doors anyway, shutting them slowly behind me and turning on the light. most of his paintings were visions he had through his dreams, so pretty creepy stuff, but nothing i couldn't handle. i looked around, accidently tripping on a long sheet covering a relatively large canvas. it dropped to the floor and i quickly leaned down to pick it up if he for some reason were to come inside.

looking up, i saw a painting that was definitely not a vision. my eyes widened and my cheeks reddened as i scanned the drying canvas up and down to see a rather explicit drawing of no one other than myself. it was genuinely indescribable to say the least, but also incredible artwork at the same time. before i could even process it, i heard the door open and i gasped, turning to see a very embarrassed xavier.

he walked over rather quickly and grabbed the sheet from me, hanging it back over the painting and grabbed my hand, clearly frustrated.

"what the hell, [y/n]! you were never supposed to see that, like, ever.. why are you in here? a text would have been nice, you know.."

"i-i just wanted to talk to you, i don't know!" i stammer, looking down at the floor and avoiding eye contact as much as i could. "not like you would have answered my text anyway." i mutter and i cross my arms, shaking my head in confusion. "i'm not judging you, but like.. why would you draw that if you don't even want me in your life anymore? you've like full-blown ghosted me this entire week. did i do something?"

xavier ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head and sighing heavily. "no, [y/n], you did nothing wrong, you never have.."

i raise my brow and glance up to him and his flushed expression, "then why are you acting like this? did someone find out what was going on between us?"

"i know about what bianca said, [y/n], but she isn't going to hurt either of us. she just wants to start drama." xavier explained, scratching the back of his head as he built up the courage to say what he was trying to say. "it's just too complicated to explain, i don't want to talk about it."

i frown in frustration and turn the other way, walking out of the art shed when xavier frantically follows behind me as i walk through the sprinkling rain and towards nevermore. there was no sense in standing around if the conversation, and our friendship, was not going to go anywhere. the entire situation would hurt less if i just went to my dorm and to sleep.

"woah, what are you doing? you're really just going to leave, and walk all the way back in the rain?" xavier shouts, walking behind me with a fast pace to keep up as i trudge through the muddy woods.

i nod, pulling my hood over my head. "yep! since you can't even give me any explanation, i don't want to waste my time."

i feel xavier grab the top of my arm and drag me a few feet down to a parked car, which was his, and open the back door, pushing me in and shutting it behind me. i sit there with widened eyes, watching him get in next to me and shut the door behind him. my brow raises and i lean against the door, one hand resting on it to open it, unless he finally told me what was going on.

"fine, [y/n]. if you want the truth, it's that i like you, and that is going to ruin everything going on between us. i've liked you for awhile now, and yeah, i push it to the back of my head the best i can when i'm with you, but the more i'm with you, the worse this all gets."

i take my hand away from the door and sympathetically look up to a vulnerable xavier, reaching over to take his hand and hold it gently. "you know you could have just told me instead of ignore me over text, and in class. this kind of thing happens all the time in a friends with benefits kind of situation. we work it out together, and you can't expect me to express my own feelings about it when you don't even ask me."

xavier pulls away from my hand and rubs his forehead with both hands, looking down in frustration with himself and the situation. "but you don't understand. yeah, i wanted to tell you this earlier, but it's all so confusing, and frankly, kind of dark.. i have a lot of romantic feelings for you, but the more i like you, the more i want to do things to you.. like.. things that are way more intense than what we do now.."

i grin, tucking my hair behind my ears and leaning closer, our faces inches apart, the heat between our breaths grazing against each other's lips. "tell me what you want to do to me."

he bites his bottom lip, shaking his head with a smirk and looking down. "i think i'd rather just do it to you, then tell you. but you need to tell me how you feel first. about everything. i want you to be sure."

"i like you too." i admit, smiling softly to him. "so fuck me, or whatever this fantasy of yours entails, and we can go from there."

he reaches over to cup my cheeks, slamming his soft lips against mine as we begin to kiss, my hands venturing down to his waist as i slide his sweatpants down, grazing against his hardening dick that strained in his underwear, then making the fabric the next thing i took off. i took his dick in one hand and began to jerk him off, earning a few months from his lips as we continued to make out. i feel xavier push his weight on me, making me sink into the seat below me as he breaks our kiss and motions his body to where my hand slides off him.

xavier grabs my sweatshirt and pulls it off, along with my top, pulling my bra down to attach his lips to one of my nipples, using one hand to hold my own, as the other reaches down to my own pants, sliding them down with my help as i wiggle out of them. i feel him slide my panties to the side as well, pumping one finger inside of me.

i moan, moving one hand to hold the back of his head, grabbing his hair and sliding my fingers through it. i close my eyes and spread my legs to allow him in further as he slides another finger in.

he pulls himself away from my nipple and looks up to me to peck my lips. "you like that, baby? do you want me to fuck you yet?"

"y-yes.." i nod, looking up to meet his eyes in the darkened light as he pulls his fingers out of me and sits up, taking his top off. i lean down to pull my underwear off before he stops me, taking my hand and pushing it back to my side. he moves himself to grab me by the hips, helping me sit up and turn me to face the center console of his car, leaning my body down and positioning himself behind me. i feel him press his dick against my folds, slowly sliding the tip in before starting a rhythm.

he leans down to kiss my cheek, licking the side before nibbling on my ear and motioning one hand to wrap around the back of my neck. his fingers grip my skin as his roughness begins to build up, his other hand now placed on my clit as he begins to rub in a circular motion, earning a heavy gasp on my end while he stimulates me.

"you feel so good, [y/n]... you gonna come for me, hm?" xavier asked softly as i nod. he then moves his hand from my throat to my ass, slapping it harshly as i yip in surprise. "you don't cum until i say so, or this is going to go on for way longer than what you can handle."

i giggle, turning my head to glance to him. "you're funny. you know i like a fuckton of stimulation."

xavier clicked his tongue at my remark, grabbing me by the waist and pulling my body towards him as he sits on the seat, slamming me down on him and i gasp, shock sending through my body as he length pushes itself into me. he continues to rub my clit, and wraps one arm around my waist, holding my tightly.

"go on and bounce on daddy's dick, if you wanna say shit like that." he scoffs, holding me tightly as i begin to ride him, my feet planted against the seat while i take each and every inch of him. i feel him grunt with every thrust, our moans mixing together as we pleasure each other.

"i didn't know you were so dominant, xav..." i mutter, both my hands on his knees as i move. "it's really hot, to be honest.."

xavier grinned, grabbing my hair with his hand after moving it off my waist. "oh really? if you think so, then why don't you let me take it a step further."

"whatever you want, daddy."

and with my permission, he helped to turn my around to face him, leaning me down on the seat once again, locking our lips as he repositions himself inside me. he begins to thrust again, this time a bit softer than what he was doing before. i feel him take my hands and hold them both above my head. he looks down to me and smirks, tilting his head.

"open your mouth."

i do so almost instantly and feel his spit hit the back of my throat and i swallow, our eyes locked through each and every stroke, and breath we take. he bites his top lip, picking up his pace to the point my head hits the car door a bit, but i barely even notice from the amount of stimulation coming from his thrusts. i close my eyes and hang my mouth open, moans filling the silence other than the slaps between our skin.

he moves his free hand to hold my throat once again, but from the front of my neck. just when i thought he couldn't go any harder, xavier lets go of my wrists and moves his hand to cover my mouth as he slams himself into my walls, making me yelp underneath his palm.

my entire body was shaking from the shock it was receiving from such immense pleasure, and pain. i move my arms to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer down to me as he continuously thrusts completely in and out of me, his balls slapping against my sweating skin, which was quickly filled with my own cum, dripping against his dick and balls while he continued.

just as xavier grew close, he pulled out of me, adjusting his body to line his dick up with my mouth and shoves it down my throat, gasping as i take him immediately, despite how caught off guard i was. he groaned, looking down as he fucked my face, both of his hands sliding down to hold my cheeks.

"this is so hot, fuck, [y/n].." he moans, looking down to me. "i've never wanted anyone more in my life than you. you're so hot.. you take my dick so good, baby..."

i shove my head up after his words, his dick balls deep down my throat as he gasps, cumming immediately upon my actions. he pulls out after a few seconds and sits back on the seat, leaning his body to the side.

i sit up, wiping my mouth with a red-stained face as i scoot towards him. i pick his lips, leaning down to rest my head on his shoulder. i feel his arm wrap around me and his free hand take my own, playing with my fingers while he catches his breath, and i do the same.

"i hope i didn't hurt you."

"maybe a little, but i liked it." i admit, laughing at my confession before glancing back up to him. "i didn't know your feelings for me went so deep as to fucking me to the point i can feel like, every nerve in my body."

xavier blushed, shrugging lightly and kissing me once again. "guess there is more to me than what you know."

"so no more secrets?" i grin, intertwining our fingers. "promise me you'll be honest about your feelings from now on, sexual or not."

"promise." xavier nodded, hugging me with his arm that was around me. "no more secrets."

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altraviolet · 4 months

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i just gotta mention that like, the entire vibe of soundwave exploring functional cybertron and running into og rodimus was just an indescribably enjoyable thing. it was like watching a kid's cartoon where nothing is going wrong and everything is okay and you dont need to be stressed about something terrible happening, even while i was fully expecting something to go wrong, but then it didn't and it was just a good time. but especially the just like, sort of hopeful fix it note around rodimus, around all the sad and the suffering left behind by the ending of LL, there was just something really pleasing and cathartic yet realistic about how you presented it. like as the reader we could FEEL his hope being replenished just from knowing the jump worked, that somewhere, his friends are alive and things are okay even if that isn't reality for him, that's enough.

yes YESSSSS this is exactly what I was going for❣️ I'm so glad you experienced it like that! everything you've said is just perfect and what I wanted for this chapter ;A;

this is such a lovely sentiment and it will definitely be lost over time here on tumblr. would you consider putting this message in a comment on the fic? 🙏 you can post anon there, as well. I'd love for this to be connected to the fic: it's something I'd love readers to be able to read, and for myself to see again in the future.

on that note, sometimes I get lovely messages here and I wish they were comments on the fic because I don't want them to get lost ;A; I've never requested anyone to do that before but maybe I will from now on. some things are so pretty, I just don't want them to disappear

but, back to this message: thank you so much for sharing!! again, you've hit it perfectly and I'm glad it read in that relaxing, hopeful way <3

#ask #anonymous #echo garden related

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loveemagicpeace · 2 years

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Just My Deep Thoughts💙

✨For both pisces & scorpio it is described as observing how they behave when toxic - not meant as a bad thing.

❤️‍🔥Pisces are crazy toxic which means that they will become obsessed when they are together with you, even though it will not be visible from the sound. Their impulse can be very strong. Pisces often get lost in anger and impulsiveness, so they often do or say things without control and with a lot of craziness. They do insane things.

💘Scoprios are stable toxic. Scorpios are actually very jealous, passionate, controlling, angry, possessive, but they don't show it outwardly. They are toxic and impulsive but they are aware of it, in reality they always have their emotions under control even if it doesn't look like it.

🌇Sagittarius have two ways of looking at life. When you have a lot of Sagittarius in your chart, you can notice that your view is different from others and unique. For example: one way can be from a psychological perspective and another from a normal one.

��North node in synastry shows a lot where the energy is directed. For example: North node in the 8th house. Here, your energy will be focused on intensity, passion, sex, depth, attractiveness, investment, privacy. Even when you want to let the person go, you won't be able to because the energy will be very deep. It will be hard for you to leave and let go.

💚Aquarius sun with scorpio moon are cold-blooded. I often notice that they don't like to talk about their emotions or bring them to the fore. Somehow they prefer a more distant and not dependent relationship with people. And sometimes they can be very cruel.

🧚🏼‍♀️Pisces placements feels like illusion. Sometimes it feels like nothing is real, like you're just walking through life and watching it change. You see things and feel them like a kind of dream. Sometimes it seems to you that you are not really here where you are, but somewhere else completely. The loneliness you feel at times can hit you hard. It is as if you are standing among a crowd of people moving around you and you feel alone like never before. But the emptiness you feel is indescribable. Like the most empty feeling (like losing a favorite thing and then you stand there with nothing to lose).You're just walking through empty moments.

🌊Scorpio placements sometimes you feel dead inside, like you've lost everything you love. Indescribable darkness and deadness. This usually happens when they lose someone they really loved. Because for Scorpios, a breakup is like death. They feel everything very deeply, which is why many times their energy becomes dead, dark, cold. They feel as if someone has taken away their soul. Feeling like you're walking around and just staring into the void, feeling nothing inside and seeing nothing but darkness around you.

✨Capricorn rising sometimes feels like you're always on some kind of trial, a mission that never ends. Because you have to constantly learn new things, go through lessons that lead you to where you are now.

🩸Mars in Leo/Sag/Aries is fieryy. If any mars feels anger, which is very strong and fiery, these are definitely fiery signs. You will always notice anger in them immediately.

🧠Virgo in Mercury whenever they explain things they go into details and never get to the point straight away. With them, if they are going to explain to you how they lost something, they will always explain first - where they walked, what they saw, which building was built there..

🫀Passion in a relationship is shown by opposite & squares aspects. Because these aspects represent a challenge and something you have to invest more energy into, but it is permanent. Meanwhile, trine and sextile aspects show energy that is immediately caught between two people but does not last long because it does not change and always remains the same.

💄Moon in 7th house will often be happy with new clothes, make-up or anything related to shopping. Many times things will make you happier than people. Because here you often tend to need someone emotionally while people don't need you as much. And that can sometimes be tiring. You will always feel like you need people more than they need you.

-Rebekah🫀🎨🦋

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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Headcanons of dating Eddie Roundtree

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!reader

✧.* requested by anon — Some headcanons of dating eddie would be cuteee!

✧.* word count — 1.2k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — writing headcanons makes me release all my fanfiction thoughts. So I give you all of them as a gift, If you want other characters from djats, my requests are open 🫶🏾

Eddie didn't have the best self-esteem in the world, and you were one of the first people to believe in his potential. You met at one of the bars where The Six performed, and that same day you made a point of going after him to congratulate him on the show.

That night the two of you spent a lot of time talking, it had been a while since Eddie felt connected and wanted by someone and you were such a different person from the others that he was enchanted by you.

He was enamoured immediately but he’d definitely play it cool determined not to scare you off.

It didn't take long for him to be interested in you, it was automatic, every time he entered the bar his eyes sought yours there and when he found you... An indescribable desire of always giving the best show to have your attention always came.

The day after one of the gigs he plucked up courage and asked for your number, he had sweaty hands and was nervous around you but as you guys talked all the nervousness was gone, he felt very comfortable with you. And when you said yes to his invitation to go out with him, he was thrilled.

Your first date was on a Friday night, after a huge afternoon of rehearsals Roundtree was finally going to have some time to relax, you didn't have a fixed plan for the meeting, you just knew that you would meet in front of the bar and there you would decide what to do.

You spent that night browsing all the restaurants nearby, you entered, ordered a dish, gave a note and then left for the next. You visited many different restaurants and tried all kinds of different foods. That sure had been a wonderful night.

It didn't take long for Eddie to stop seeing other girls and focus only on you, Warren constantly teased him for it but he loved that his best friend was falling in love again.

Soon you were part of the band's little family, just like Camila you followed the rehearsals and the songs before they came out, and this closeness made you become good friends.

When Billy went to rehab you were there to console Eddie about losing his record deal. You gave him the idea of building his own bass and you spent many afternoons on this little project. He would be building the bass in your room while complaining about billy and you would always agree with him.

You didn't move into their house right away, and not because Eddie didn't want to, on the contrary he would love to have you around but you said the house already had too many people. And so when Honeycomb exploded and they got their first paycheck you asked him to share an apartment.

Knowing how to deal with the routine was difficult, even more so after they started recording Aurora, but you made an effort to wait for him to get home and receive him with a strong hug and a movie night until he fell sleep under your touch.

"Hey gorgeous, I'm home" he said, opening the front door, you looked at him smiling.

"Missed you honey, come here." You open your arms calling him to get in the couch with you. "So, how was it?"

"Hard... I almost killed Billy like 50 times but in the end the songs were really good." He says sitting next to you, he lies down between your legs receiving your cuddles.

Eddie took some time to get rid of certain insecurities, he never sang around you until a few months after you started dating.

He was in the kitchen making you both something to eat, you were on the couch reading the latest Sub Rosa magazine while waiting for him. Distracted Roundtree starts humming "Flip the switch" catching your attention immediately, you close the magazine opening a smile immediately, you approach him slowly leaning against the counter admiring him.

When he finishes singing you start applauding, he is startled by the noise, embarrassed he takes his eyes to the floor. You approach him, lifting your chin so he can look you in the eye.

"Hey Eddie Roundtree why didn't you ever tell me you could sing?" You smile at him, the bassist looks nervous, you frown. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I don't sing well, that's why I didn't tell you." He answers you, clearly unsure.

"And who told you that?" You were surprised by his speech. "Baby, I promise you, I never heard anything better."

After that day he felt more free to show you the things he created or tell you about his hidden talents. And you loved to get to know him more, and even after all this time together you always were so amazed by all his talents.

He loved it when you wore his clothes, and sometimes he'd purposely leave clothes lying around for you to wear.

He thought you didn't know he liked it, but you knew him perfectly, and that smile he had on his face every day when you wore his jacket wasn't normal.

His favourite way to spend time with you is to just vibe to your favourite bands and singers together, you jumped and sang for hours while records played in the background of your apartment.

Eddie brought you gifts from everywhere the band played, he could find things that reminded him of you everywhere, Graham always said he would spend all his money on you if he kept buying everything. But he didn't care.

Before starting any show (in which you were in the audience) he would call you close holding his bass pick in hand, he would hand it to you for you to kiss it, he said that it gave him the best luck to play.

Eddie introduced you to his grandmother, she made a special dinner for you, she loved every detail about you and soon wanted to know when Eddie would ask you to marry him.

Eddie was delighted to see the women in his life getting along, and that was the night he knew for sure that you would be his wife.

I feel like this proposal would come after he left the band, you were his biggest supporter and not because you didn't like Billy or how the band was going, but because you knew him and knew that he wasn't exploring his potential 100% and you wanted to see him happy and proud of his work.

Eddie asked you to marry him one morning where you were admiring the stars on the balcony of the apartment

You were sitting on the sofa that you had temporarily placed there, he was holding you between his legs and squeezing you tightly afraid of losing you, he was listening to you comment on the things of your day and your voice was like the most perfect melody.

He pulled away from you a bit making you stop talking to stare at him in question.

"Marry me." He says, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"Stop baby, don't play with things like that." You say, taking your gaze to the ground.

"I'm not playing, marry me Y/N." He holds your hands in his, looking deep into your eyes. "I don't want to waste any more time, I want to call you my wife. So, what do you say?"

You smile excitedly, taking his face in your hands to kiss him intensely.

"Of course I want to be your wife." You say after the kiss

Since that day he only called you his wife, you were everything to him, and he would do anything to make you smile.

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our-divine-violinist · 3 months

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I was just thinking about this and I’m sure no one cares, but I’m putting this here for the hell of it. Someone talk to me about Nicolas de Lenfent.

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He had turned to the window, and he was rising as if he’d been called by a secret voice. The look on his face was indescribable.

He knew I was there!

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It was a very different thing from a mortal seeing my face and blurting out my name in confusion. He had recognized in my monster self something that he knew and loved.

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And through the silence I heard his panic. He sensed that I was there! My presence, mind you, that is what he sensed, just as I sensed ‘the presence’ in the graveyards, but how, he argued with himself, could Lestat have been here?

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All I could think was, What in the name of hell is this presence that he felt?

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It’s a interesting question Lestat asks here, right?

Nowhere in the few chapters we get of Nicki in The Vampire Lestat is there anything to indicate that Nicolas had anything special about him. We know that he picked up playing the violin well enough to perform at a small boulevard theater but would never be good enough to play for the court or a court sanctioned theater. There’s nothing that was really said that was outstanding about his appearance. And we don’t get any kind of back story that he’s unique from any other young man his age-- we don’t hear of Nicki killing a pack of wolves or exceling in his intelligent or natural gifts.

I really think this is as simple as Anne explaining that Nicolas in this moment had a sixth sense. And that got me thinking about it in relation to the time period of the book.

The theory of a sixth sense is, interestingly enough, something that was being written about during this time period in the late 18th century. This was a time of animal magnetism, the belief that a universal magnetic fluid contributed to the health of individuals. But derived from that theory, the paranormal phenomenon of the sixth sense was introduced by Tardy de Monravel in his Essai sur la Theorie du Somnambolisme Magnetique (1785). This basically said that the sixth sense was the source and sum of all our partial senses combined. It had a more spiritual context to it.

Teachings relating to this was started as early as the 1760s by the mesmerists, but it’s doubtful this kind of knowledge would have trickled down into Lestat’s tiny part of the Auvernge so quickly. So it’s nice that he doesn’t know what to call it. I seriously doubt Anne put this much thought into this little bit of the book, but I couldn’t help but go, huh, why is Lestat so interested in this thing Nicki is able to do? I don’t think Anne was writing this from a late 18th century view on the sixth sense, but it’s nice to go down the rabbit hole and realize how recent the term really is! She’s definitely using it in a very modern sense of the theory.

But being the romantic that I am, I want to believe Nicki’s heart/soul was longing for Lestat’s heart/soul because their fates were so intertwined at this point. That it was the feeling of recognizing something familiar and gravitating towards it. And maybe that’s what love is? I want this to be the case so bad, it’s so sweet. So this is usually the take I go with to quench my parched soul for NickiStat.

But in all honesty, I think we are meant to read this as he had that feeling of knowing he was being watched and assumed it was Lestat—because who else would be creeping on some random alcoholic violinist? His sixth sense was alerting him that he had a predator nearby. Like those stories of people who report feeling something watching them in the woods-- whether that is some wild animal or something supernatural is up to you to decide. We see this same kind of sixth sense from Lestat as a mortal as well when Magnus began to appear. You could argue Magnus was using the Spell Gift on him, but I’m not sure Anne had even thought up that power yet at this point in her writings (but correct me if I’m wrong). We know he has the Mind Gift because Lestat is hearing him call to him as Wolfkiller.

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When Nicki and I were alone I had to talk about it, about the peculiar sensation that I had fallen asleep on the stage and had been dreaming.

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Moving away from this antiquated view of the sixth sense, there are two beliefs that we can look to that might resonate a bit more in the 20th and 21st centuries. Charles Richet—this is the guy who coined the term ectoplasm-- used the term of sixth sense to mean an unknown sense the perceives hypothetical vibrations of reality in his book Our Sixth Sense (1928). He denounced that the spiritual had anything to do with the sixth sense and it stemmed from physiology. And this theory later leads to J.B. Rhines’s term called extrasensory perception (ESP) with a book of the same name (1934), which was the ability to acquire information that was shielded from the sense.

Doesn’t this sound way more familiar? Definitely more of where I think Anne was writing from. So what was the name of the presence you felt, Lestat? Anne was writing about Nicki’s sixth sense, just in a modern way you won’t know for around 150 more years! Or you can just do my thing and say it’s the result of love, knowing someone’s heart so well, longing for the thing you recognize as home. Go for the latter explain Lestat. 🥲

#Nicolas de Lenfent #nicki de lenfent #nickistat #nicki x lestat #lestat x nicki #the vampire chronicles #don’t mind me I’m still trapped in this desolate place #I just wanted them to be together #it was such a star crossed lovers story that could have been

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undiscovered-element · 2 years

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Okay, but have you ever imagined how the Ghouls would react to your y/n crying over Eddie Munson's death??

DEWDROP:

"May Lucifer give me patience, cry more than a child"

Yes, this fire ghoul tends to be inconvenient in sensitive moments, but he doesn't do it with malice, he just can't understand why y/n pulls out several tissues to dry his tears while watching something on television.

"Come on y/n he wasn't even that nice h-…wait don't wipe the tears on my shirt what happened to you?"

Gradually he starts to feel uncomfortable seeing you in this situation, he wraps himself around your waist and starts watching with you, you can hear it almost only in a whisper but yes, the previously insensitive ghoul is crying behind the mask.

"He died… I liked him, he was rock… I'm sad hug me or throw you out of bed"

And you were petting each other until you fell asleep. In fact fire ghouls will go from zero to a thousand very fast in these emotional situations.

SWISS:

Let's go… Swiss is certainly a big fan of the series. He didn't even wait for you to watch to tell you the news.

"WOOOOOW HE DIED GUYS EDDIE DIED!!!"

It pissed you off and you wanted to throw the guitar in his face. When Swiss went to his room all he saw was you wrapped in the blanket whimpering in the Hellfire shirt that Aether had previously bought you.

"Come on honey, I didn't mean it, I just got carried away"

-The whole abbey heard

"Well… true, but allow me to apologize better!

He knew hugs wouldn't do any good, so after a while he comes back with some custom character t-shirts and mugs, and a doll.

"I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to leave you like this. I bought this for you, I hope it makes you better."

And indeed she did.

RAIN

You don't know who's crying more, if it's you or this water ghoul. He just doesn't understand why he's crying, he only does it when his y/n suffers from something.

"There's water coming out of my eyes, there's water in my eyes!!! CARDINAL HAS WATER IN MY EYES, I DON'T LIKE IT IT'S SAD"

Yes, a baby. Rain will try to give you lots of kisses on the face until you don't have "water in your eyes", will try to tickle you with his tail and will hug you like a teddy bear. If none of this helps, wait for the worst:

-Rain what did you do???

"I stole Dewdrop's chocolate for you and he punched me"

Oh heavens, as sweet as a child, he'll pamper you till you sleep.

AETHER:

Surely you must already know that this Ghoul is one of the most understanding among the ages:

"Tell me more about what you're feeling"

"I know it's sad honey, I'm here"

"Tell me more about this character, did you like him? A lot? Good, I also really like some things, like bananas!"

And you can be sure you'll have a basket of bananas on your bed to eat watching the episode.

If even if at that moment you reject the fruits and just want affection and attention, you can be sure that Aether will play a song for you and caress you all the time.

MOUNTAIN:

Like Aether, this ghoul does possess supernatural understanding. However, your form of communication is not in the words that come out of your lips or your touches, it is in his presence. Mountain believes that her presence there by his side at that moment might be enough. That's not to say that if you ask he'll withhold a hug or comforting words, but there's the "X of the question", he's available so that anything you want you should say to him. And from there, get ready for a strong and protective hug.

"Yes he seemed important to you… but now he's a pretty little star isn't he? Hell… I made her cry more, sorry I should have kept quiet"

You hug him back and both are still there, the feeling of comfort that the presence of this ghoul brings you is simply indescribable.

"How about… I draw it for you? It might not look good but if you leave it at the head of the bed, it will always be with it"

CIRRUS AND CUMULUS:

These two will definitely post about it, asking them to revive the character in the series because their sweet y/n won't stop shedding tears. They would be with you all the time and they would certainly be crying too, but one on each side hugging you.

"Can we do something to make you better honey? We don't want to see you like this any longer, it's sad!"

Get ready to be full of sweets and stuffed animals. They can even imitate Eddie scenes to make you laugh, as well as Aether will play something to cheer you up and after you sleep, they will have a conversation about how interesting the feelings humans have.

#ghost band #ghost posts #imagine #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #swiss #aether #Rain ghoul #nameless ghoulettes #cirrus #cumulus x reader #Mountain Ghoul #cardinal copia #stranger things #eddie munson #ghost bc

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57sfinest · 1 year

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okay as a Jean Enjoyer i feel like i need to say this because there are different genres of jean enjoyment (jeanres if you will). i am of the faction where i don’t really vibe with the whole “jeangst” thing (as it exists as a fandom phenomenon) and here’s why. so much of the stuff i see labeled “jeangst” is WAY too sympathetic to and forgiving of jean for my taste. like he’s woobified or there’s a lot of uncritical ‘poor jean harry is so mean to him and now harry’s amnesia ruined his life :(’ type stuff which is such a fundamental misunderstanding of him and his role in harry’s past & present and it skews how we view his dynamic with harry too. and i don’t mean this as “oh considering jean’s pov is bad!!1!1″ no i consider his pov all the time i am indescribably mentally ill about the torment that the jeanharry relationship puts both jean and harry through. but when we consider his point of view i really think that just ascribing him the simple role of ‘poor depressed punching bag’ strips him of all the interesting parts of his character & also contributes to a less nuanced and accurate understanding of harry as well (it makes it easy to villainize him for his addiction and mental illness, which in and of themselves aren’t moral failings-- harry was a bad person for his behavior, which is not the same as his addiction or his illnesses)

like, jean put himself in this situation. over and over again. yes he was likely forced into working with harry, but whatever’s going on between them is more than a workplace conflict. you look at luiga’s twitter and he’s said so much about jean and harry’s codependency and the other mentions of a very close and very unhealthy personal relationship. you see the way jean talks about his own role vs harry’s in the ending-- jean WANTS to be the poor victim, he wants everyone to see him as the helpless punching bag who is being such a saint by Putting Up With Harry And His Bullshit, look at me, i’m so much better than this stupid mentally ill addict! he’s like harry you are so unprofessional, and there is something wrong with you, and we are all so tired of putting up with you and your shitty behavior, but here he is sitting in a hotel lobby in a wig to harass harry while harry is actually doing his job!! like jean my love here you are reaming harry out about “doing his fucking job” sir what are you doing!! you are sitting in a hotel looking angry for 14 hours just in case your special little partner who you are definitely sooo mad at condescends to speak to you for a few minutes!! and you dragged poor judit out here too!! jean. girl. babe. it’s time to admit you are a massive hypocrite with an even bigger victim complex. you, a mentally ill addict, are losing your shit at harry for being a mentally ill addict. why don’t you meaningfully address the actual behaviors instead of just reminding harry that he’s an alcoholic every 2 minutes.

like i’m not saying jean should have infinite patience for harry after multiple years of mistreatment but damn dude the double standards are insane. jean is instigating a messy public breakup and being pretty abusive the whole time and then he’s like everyone feel bad for ME and not STUPID HARRY who is an ALCOHOLIC in case anyone forgot. he goes on and on about how much his life sucks and how much harry sucks and boohoo poor him he’s so depressed and beaten down by the shitkid etc but then in ANY sub-ideal ending you get there’s still something that tells you that he’s still taking harry back or at least considering it. in the cuno ending “he can’t leave you behind. he just can’t. one final time...” even in the worst ending “if you make it-- if you’re sober for 10 months-- tell us. i’ll work with you again.” jean babe if you hate him so much then stay the fuck away from him!! damn!! your codependency is showing!! your victim complex is showing!! just go get harry’s name tattooed on you at this point like at the very least it might get you some sympathy from people at the bar when they ask about what’s very clearly an Ex’s Name Tattoo

#this got out of hand. sorry #anyway yeah i disagree with 'jeangst' on principle because it's too nice to jean basically #you can be sympathetic to his point of view without being a Jean Apologist or completely erasing his role in a mutually abusive dynamic #i love to think about how much this whole situation hurts him. and i love to think about how a lot of it is his fault #it's so much more interesting for him to be a participant in his own victimhood #he's standing there goading harry into punching him and then he gets punched and is like HOW DARE YOU PUNCH ME!!#well sir you see if you tape a sign on your forehead that says kick me then eventually you are going to be kicked.#the jeanharry relationship as a form of self harm for both parties involved etc etc #using each other to punish themselves etc etc #just enough good in it to keep them going. just enough bad to make it bitter the whole way through. the push and pull of addiction etc etc #see a return to jean/harry partnership after martinaise would be so funny #jean tries to provoke harry says some shitty stuff etc and harry just like. starts crying or having a panic attack or whatever #and jean is like hold on this makes ME look like the bad guy. come on quick hit me. come on say something mean. call me a slur. please #or maybe harry goes right back to being an asshole depending on ur guy. and nothing ever changes and they hurt each other for ever and ever #until they succumb to the inevitable murder-suicide #kiwipost #jv meta #jean vicquemare #I HATE THIS GUY *beating him with one of those carpet dust racket things*

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aaa-battery-not-rechargeable · 3 months

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What do you think gay men are attracted to in men that they can’t be attracted to in women?

It can’t be anything about femininity or masculinity obviously. That’s both sexist, and cultural so can’t be what drives men-only attraction.

It can’t be anything about stated identity because someone could lie just as easily as they could tell the truth in such a statement, and it makes no sense because homosexuality and heterosexuality exists in other species with no stated identities. It’s not like other animals without gender are all pan.

Saying idk it’s the vibes or some indescribable trait men have that women can’t but “I can’t explain” is a nonanswer.

Soooooooo what is it? Or do you think any sexuality but bi/pan is just cultural performance or an identity rather than an inborn orientation?

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genuinely can't tell if this is a real question you're asking me (of all people) or some sort of rage fueled hate mail but I'll answer in good faith anyway:

people are who they say and show that they are, you might have to live with their answer (on questions abt identity) if it's not one you like. people can do what they want and all you can really control is yourself. also they don't have to explain their identity or attraction to you if they don't want to, it's as simple as minding your business and realizing that you don't have to know or understand everything about everyone else and how their attraction works.

it's not about the labels or definitions it's about the human person telling you how they experience something. it's more nuanced and individualized than what you're trying to make it seem

if a person is attracted to another person, then that is literally all it is. any other thing with their identity is up to that person to label or not label as they choose

Im not here to argue about the sexuality of any other fucking species because just like with other people, it is literally none of my fucking business ! i do not care ! they can do what they want ! and if they have the want/ability to label it, fucking go for it

(also dawg if you're comparing a human brain to the brain of like a lemur or some shit, you may be beyond help)

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forgottenflickr · 8 months

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i follow over 450 blogs, and this is the best one i've found so far. absolute pinnacle of blogging. i think this is as good as it gets.

the pictures you curate, i mean, not only are they stunningly, stunningly beautiful, and poingently emotional. but i mean, you're also pulling them out, pulling them out of time, out from the past. out from flickr which, really isn't used all that much these days. and you're giving them new life. going through your posts feels like flipping through an old family photo book. absolutely brilliant. brings me through to new emotions i've never felt before.

i've only just found this blog so i'm sure i'm only scraping the surface, but dear god is the surface incredible. i feel so much connection with these people and their lives. these photos are so so so deeply human.

great job. great great job. love the account. thank you.

oh wow, well I’ve been on tumblr many years and I have to say this is my favorite ask I’ve gotten :’) I’ll try to answer this well but definitely better at words than I am

I’m really so glad, because the way you describe it is exactly what I was hoping for. There’s a feeling that’s just so indescribable I get when looking through people’s old galleries, seeing years and years of memories of their families, beloved pets, people showing their hobbies and interests. Just the mundane daily life and special memories I get to see, it feels almost intimate and heart wrenching. And eventually, those posts just stop..

All I can think is “How are you doing now? Where are you now? Why did you go away, stop sharing these moments? Do you even remember them, that they’re here?”

I think about the photos of loved children I see, how they’ve grown up now. Would they remember? How are they? There is absolutely a sort of connection that’s hard to explain.

No matter if they remember themselves or not, my goal was to create something just like how you said - to preserve and share these memories, so they may never be lost and truly forgotten.

a big part of it for me is that I had my own digital camera when I was a little kid. I loved it and taking pictures so much. My pictures were much like the ones I post, mostly pictures of my cats, and you’ll notice a lot of what I post here is cats, almost all which have certainly passed away by now. I want to help remember them and share their memory.

#you and I clearly have the same eye and view #the same appreciation and such #not to sound pretentious lol #thank you

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ryuichirou · 7 months

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GloMas asks

Anonymous asked:

Woke up randomly in the middle of the night thinking about if Azul topped Idia, Malleus, and Rollo in the Masquerade event.

I can imagine he'd do it as a display of control, the adrenaline he'd get from Malleus if Malleus agreed would be indescribable. Idia could be the one to build up his confidence in the situation and Rollo is just a victim of circumstance lmao

Anonymous asked:

Not sure if you guys read the GloMas event but since it's dropping (and since EN will most likely censor the hell out of it) again, what about AzuRollo? I'd ask about the other two ssr boys but they're on your bottom list sadly. I just feel like something should've been done with Rollo's whole "do whatever you want with me, I've already lost everything" thing at the end.

Anonymous asked:

Just out of curiosity with Rollo (the bottom supporter Anon here once again!) do you have any specific pairings with him? Like MalleRollo?

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Hi to all the Anons in this post; I decided to reply to all of you at once because we realised that one reply kind of bleeds into another, and by the way I’m putting all of these together you might already know what I’m about to talk about lol

But I’ll actually start by replying to the third Anon: we don’t really have any solid ship with Rollo now. MalleRollo confused us a lot, because their interactions were definitely flirty on Malleus’ part, but since we see both of them as bottoms, it didn’t really click with us. Or maybe it didn’t click with us, and this is why both of them are bottoms… I’m not sure what came first lol But yeah, I said it at some point already, but we’re getting solid “I’m tickling you, come on, tickle me back” vibes from the way Malleus acts towards Rollo and angry tsundere sounds from Rollo himself, which is obvious and lovely and fun, but just… a liiittle off/not enough, I guess? It’s a personal thing, as always.

But Rollo is very fun himself and has such a wonderful potential for either shipping or sexual scenarios. Of course, he fits nicely with the randos from his academy, and any other mob-type character, but what about any ships with our NRC boys?

And this is where Azul comes in handy lol And while AzuRollo isn’t really a ship that sails and burns everyone around it with its sheer power for us (…yet?), there really could be some potential with them. Their dynamic is also interesting, with Azul being overly sweet and nice, while also thinking that Rollo is a naive righteous prick that should be easy to fool; and Rollo just straight-up calling Azul a scoundrel and telling him that he feels that he has bad intentions.

Plus, like the second Anon mentioned, something really has to be done with Rollo’s "do whatever you want with me, I've already lost everything" thing. Like come on, he is a nicely-packaged present with a shiny bow on his head, please someone come take him lol Waiting for Azul to say “don’t mind if I do”

(also you’ve pointed out how the EN version is going to censor the event, and god how I hate even thinking about it, you are so so right :”))

Now, the first Anon. This makes way to much sense and I honestly feel so happy for Azul... Look at him go, topping three people in one day, and such a powerful bunch of people!! Azul feels like the type of person who would miraculously find energy after achieving something as exciting and impressive as grabbing Malleus Draconia himself by his horns, so Rollo is probably going to get the worst treatment when it comes to Azul’s horny feralness lol Truly, a trip to remember.

And of course, we should all thank Idia for building his confidence up and giving him a warm-up. After all that, Malleus is probably going to be the only one who isn’t completely exhausted and a little bit (or not) ashamed of himself…..

#replies

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lumineescente · 7 months

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seungjin drabble (slowtober)

hii im doing a thing called slowtober (made by @/oeildesaturne on instagram, french speaking folks check it out!! although be aware of tw mental health and eds talks) and i'm posting on twitter a seungjin au per word

for the third word of this slowtober we got "mixture"

For this word i just HAD TO (no but yes) make a little hogwarts au... I genuinely tried to think about anything else but my dear hogwarts au it got longer than expected and TO BE HONEST I COULD GO ON!!!!!! i could write all this!! hogwarts au are my favorite

not betaed this is just for fun <3

and if you want to read a seungjin hogwarts au from me you can check this already posted fic!

AND if you enjoyed this challenge who is now over you can vote on this form for your favorite that I’ll be writing into a full fic on ao3! (“soumettre” is “submit” btw)

if you want to check all the drabbles you can go here

"Did it work?" Seungmin pouts staring at the potion in front of him.

The mixture's liquid looks decent, the forms of the steam above it looks like the kind of description their teacher made during class earlier, but something is off. He looks back to the recipe, knowing very well he has not missed a step because he is always very diligent with his work and also because Hyunjin was checking after him, but still. He checks.

"I think it did," Hyunjin answers after getting close to the potion. His cheeks coloured in pink. Seungmin does not notice.

"You think or you're sure? Those are two different things."

Seungmin smells the potion. This is what is wrong with it. It smells nothing. And the smell is surely the most important thing about this potion. It has to smell like things the person smelling loves. Seungmin expected to smell old books, something homey, maybe that pie Hogwarts serves during Halloween. But all he can smell is Hyunjin's perfume because the latter is so close to him right now, hovering over his shoulder. And to be honest they've spent so much time together lately, Seungmin feels like the perfume has penetrated his own skin.

One thing to know about Seungmin is that he hates not understanding. He will ask questions, make the researches, works the extra time if he has to. But he will get it. Whatever it might be. Usually it is school works, because ever since he has entered Hogwarts it had been his priority (obsession some might said). In exchange he keeps on being the best student, one of them at least, except in potions. Which makes no sense because potions surely is one of the most rational subject they have. Follow the instructions. Choose the right ingredients. Dont miss a step. And follow again the instructions.

The things Seungmin should be the best at! Not that he does not succeed. He just does not succeed enough. And Seungmin really wants to be a healer at St Mungo, he does not need to be good at potions. He needs to be excellent.

Except he is not and apparently books could only tell as much as they can - the disappointment he had felt upon noticing that is still indescribable - so he had gone to the only option left. Ask for help. Slytherin this year were no exception to the unspoken rule of them being the best in potions, in the person of Hwang Hyunjin who was mostly knows for his quidditch skills (Seungmin had had many opportunities to admire... notice those skills through the years).

Another thing about Seungmin is that he definitely lacks people skills, and because Ravenclaw do not share their potion class with Slytherin, he had no reason to ask Hyunjin for help. He knew from other shared times that Hyunjin is a very nice and approachable person, only has the looks of the mean cliché Slytherin but he's heard one day one of his friends telling him he could have been sorted at Hufflepuff and he agrees. Because when Seungmin suddenly showed up and ask for help to that boy he has barely talked to all their years, the boy smiled and said of course.

All that happened last year. When they were studying for their O.W.L.S and Seungmin wanted to make sure he got a O. And he got it because Hyunjin was a very good teacher, very patient, nice and funny. Even if he would often stumble on his words, somehow always made his point very clear. Plus he knew Hyunjin made space for him in his schedule which was already busy with quidditch practices, so for that Seungmin was grateful.

By the end of the year Seungmin knew he had made a friend. Which had not been the case since his first year. This plus the O.W.L.s results, his fifth year was a success. He really thought it would be the end of their lessons but it was Hyunjin who came back to him and asked him if he wanted to continue. He said yes because he genuinely enjoyed it and, if he was being honest with himself, he was scared he would have no reason to hang out with Hyunjin if not. And he really liked hanging out with Hyunjin.

This is how they ended up making amortentia from scratch on a Tuesday evening, because Seugmin completely failed making the mixture during his class in the morning.

"I'm sure it worked," Hyunjin insists, "everything seems fine."

"I cant smell anything," Seungmin tells him.

Hyunjin frowns, "get closer."

Seungmin does so, even if it is useless. He takes a deep breath it but once again all he can smell is Hyunjin's perfume. Floral, probably with lavender undertones, and a bit overwhelming at first but comforting. He shakes his head.

"Do you smell anything?" He asks his surrogate teacher.

This time he does notice the blush on Hyunjin's face.

"I do," he mutters.

Seungmin's never been a really into gossiping, he hates personal question about himself so he does not pry.

"Well, that does not make any sense," he mumbles almost to himself, "go away for a bit, please."

"What?" Hyunjin chokes up.

"I didnt mean it like that... just can you go to the other side of the room so I can focus."

If the request is odd to Hyunjin he does not protest it and do as told. Seungmin stares at the pretty forms the steam makes above the pearly mixture for a moment, deep into focusing on his senses. He closes his eyes to make sure of it. Hyunjin is not in his personal space anymore so there is no reason for his perfume to linger that much, at least he hopes so. He gets closer and closer to the potion but his nose only picks up the same scent over and over. When he opens his eyes back he is frustrated and it probably shows.

"What's going on?" Hyunjin asks him, worry in his voice tone.

"Its just all I can smell is your perfume and I dont get..."

He stops his sentence when he sees the look on Hyunjin's face, the way his blush expanded and his eyes were round. There is a moment of silence during which Seungmin is not really sure what switches in the air what kind of tension gets itself comfortable between them, nor why does it mean. Things in their relationship have always been very easy, even with Seungmin struggling in social interactions, even during the very first lesson Hyunjin had easily broken the glass between them and made Seungmin very comfortable. There is no overthinking when he is with him. It is so relaxing, so freeing.

"Seungmin," Hyunjin eventually says and it is obvious he is trying to suppress a smile on his lips, "you're the smartest person I know... but..."

Seungmin opens his mouth to protest whatever is coming after the "but".

Hyunjin shakes his head and comes back to his previous place, close, very close to Seungmin. It shuts him up because suddenly everything is different.

He sees the look in Hyunjin's eyes, the way their hands could brush against each other if they decided to, and Seungmin is paralyzed.

"I think the potion works very well because I can smell the scent of old books in the library and sugar quills."

This time Seungmin feels himself blushing. Hyunjin always buys for him sugar quills if he goes to honeydukes without him, because Seungmin likes them so much. They are basically just sugar but the way they taste and feel are very calming somehow. He has never really thought a lot about Hyunjin's actions, just categorized him as the nice kind of persons who care a lot about everything and remember little stuff. He never thought it was something special. Just something endearing about Hyunjin like so many things.

"Uh.." he clears his throat. He never is at loss of words, he knows so many words!

Hyunjin smirks and Seungmin tries to look away but Hyunjin is too close and he is everywhere in his personal space and field of vision. It is overwhelming but he does not not like it. He just does not know how to respond to it. And he is still not sure he understands it. While Hyunjin seems to understand everything. That is embarrassing.

"I really thought I was obvious and that you were acting like it was nothing because you were being polite and you didnt want to embarrass me..."

Hyunjin is slightly taller than him, he has noticed, just a few centimeters really nothing in their day to day life but right now as Hyunjin very carefully moves his head closer to Seungmin's, he feels so tiny.

"But you were just very oblivious !" Hyunjin concludes with a smile, "because you are so smart, I never thought it could be that."

"Book smart and emotions smart are different things," he breathes out.

Hyunjin laughs and it makes Seungmin's heart race. He always seems to manage to make Hyunjin laughs so brightly like that, when he has never been known to be a particularly funny person.

"That's right," Hyunjin tells him, "so I'm going to ask you then. Seungmin, do you, perhaps, like me more than just a friend?"

Seungmin knows very well that his entire face is red by now, "I never.. thought about it," he confesses.

Hyunjin smiles very gently, "I did. I actually thought about it so much I lost sleep over it because all I could think about was you and how much I like you."

Seungmin's ears are ringing and he can only hear the loud beating of his own heart, "you did..."

Hyunjin once again looks at him with those doe beautiful gentle eyes and smiles softly and Seungmin feels like he is both melting and burning.

"This might be a bit overwhelming, so..." Hyunjin says and his voice is a little less confident than before, "maybe you can think about it and I can take you out on a date this Saturday at hogsmeade... and if you dont like me then I'll never bother you again with my feelings."

"That's.... thats a very good idea."

The face Hyunjin makes is better than any academic success, Seungmin thinks.

#seungjin #seungjin drabbles #kpop drabbles #slowtober #writetober #fanfiction #stray kids drabble #skz drabbles #kim seungmin #hwang hyunjin #drabble #hogwarts au #harry potter au #luminee:slowtober challenge

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wildasafuck · 2 months

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Undercover Part 1

How can I say this without sounding like a hormonal teenager hungry for a guy almost 20 years older than me?

Let's go from the beginning, I met Javier a while ago, he is my brother's best friend and ex-partner from the DEA, I never met him, not properly, I saw him on my niece's birthday, when my brother returned from his last mission in Colombia. He always told me that I shouldn't get involved with Javi, not even for a second, that he was a great person, but that I shouldn't be around a man as obscene as him, not his little sister. To clarify, my name is Cassey Murphy, my brother is Steve Murphy and his friend is Javier Peña. Not that he looked at me differently during our only meeting, but I looked at him differently, something woke up in me that day, but nothing happened, after all I never saw or heard from Javi again, until this week, when I received my first undercover mission. And it would be with him. Javier Pena.

Well, things have changed a little since I last saw Javi, he's certainly aged, but he's still charming, in fact I dare say he looks even more charming, with those gray strands in his hair, now he doesn't just have a mustache respectful, the mustache accompanies a thin beard, lacking in some points and gray in others, indescribably tempting...

I should put these thoughts aside and focus on my disguise, which will be very difficult to maintain, after all I will have to be Javi's “wife”, we will have to spend a lot of time together confined in an apartment, alone, most of all part of the time, in a place I don't know, but he knows every inch of it, Texas definitely had a romantic air, no wait, stop that Cassey. Stay focused.

I'm going to meet him and my brother at a diner downtown, then we have to go pick out some things for our disguise. My head is racing, I don't know how exactly I'm going to react to all of this, I hope in the most professional way possible, I can't ruin everything on my first case.

When I arrived at the cafeteria Steve was laughing with Javi, they were a really good duo, they were in sync. The two were drinking coffee and smoking, concentrated, they almost didn't notice that I had arrived. I lightly touched Steve's shoulder to let him know that I was there without killing him, when Javi said in amazement, “Jesus, who are you?” I couldn't help but laugh at his exaggerated reaction. Amidst laughter I answered him “I'm Cassey, sister of this asshole here” I said pointing to Steve, “And I believe that your fake partner and wife” he inhaled the cigarette almost drowning when I said the last sentence, he got up from the table knocking over his coffee and extending his hand to me. “I am…” I interrupted him “Javier Peña, I know, we already know each other” he cleared his throat with a little more force than necessary to try to concentrate on his next sentence. “Oh, that’s right, it’s been so long that I didn’t even remember you properly. I'm sorry." I laughed lightly, sitting next to Steve, who looked at us in disbelief, I don't know if it was because of my reaction or Javi's. He immediately said “I need you to focus on this case, it's my first as an investigator here in Texas, you have to maintain a professional attitude, especially you Javier. You're the most experienced agent here, it's Cassey's first case, undercover. And now that you know each other, we can move on.” he said with a very serious and professional tone. Javi looked at me in a strange way, trying to decipher what was going on in my head, or, as if he was devouring me in his head, I still can't say, even for me it was difficult to decipher. Steve continued “As you may have already read in the file I sent you last week, you will be a couple, you need to be in sync, you need to have your names, dates of birth, where, when and how you fell in love, try to be as convincing as possible. As much as possible, take advantage of today to focus on this as much as possible, I've already taken care of the apartment, there won't be anything missing there, try to get to know each other better and align yourself with your story. I need to go to the agency now, I'll talk to you later” I was completely lost, I thought he was going to accompany us on that first day, but apparently I was wrong. I looked at Steve with a little fear “I thought you were going to stay with me for now” and he said “I would like to, but things have changed, I need to go to the agency, some things got tangled up there and I need to resolve them, otherwise I'll lose my case , our case.” Javi looked at him and said “You can go easy, I’ll take care of everything around here.” and looked at me with some tenderness. Steve on the other hand said seriously to him “You can have any woman you want, do whatever you want with any of them, but have posture and respect for my sister, she is here as an Agent, but she is still my sister.” Javi raised his hands saying “I would never disrespect her, you have my word.” placing one hand on his chest and holding up two fingers on the other hand “Boy Scout word” Steve rolled his eyes and said “If I suspect anything, you’re dead.” He gave me a kiss on the forehead and left.

Now it was just the two of us, we spent a few minutes not knowing what to do or say until he said “Can I order you a coffee? Or something else?” I smiled slightly and said “Coffee is great, black and no sugar, please.” He looked at me with a surprised look and said “Black and unsweetened, definitely different from what I imagined,” I narrowed my eyes and asked “What did you imagine? With cream and two sugar cubes? Did I disappoint you?” He smiled sideways “Definitely not, I just thought you were more of a milk and sugar type” I laughed and he called the waitress asking for my coffee.

I took out my cigarette, lit it and he looked even more surprised. “Coffee and cigarettes, it never ceases to amaze me little girl.” I rolled my eyes and said somewhat petulantly, “Little girl? I haven't been a little girl for a long time, more specifically, since the last time we saw each other. So you can find another annoying nickname to call me.” he laughed and thanked the waitress who brought my coffee. “Okay, how old are you anyway?” I took a sip of my coffee and soon after inhaled my cigarette “30, but you should know that, after all it’s in the form.” he looked embarrassed “I have to confess that I never read these things, a waste of time, I already know who the targets are and where we should look for clues, that's enough. You on the other hand were a big surprise.” he said flirtatiously, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his clasped hands and taking a deep breath. I was completely embarrassed at that moment, because at that moment I was imagining several things inappropriate for the situation and place, I took a sip of coffee to try to clear my thoughts, difficult, even more so with him looking at me as intently as he was. “We need to improve your field tactics, I think they are a little outdated. I can teach you some things…” that sounded a little inappropriate, but now I had said it. He looked at me with a wicked laugh on his face “Ah, so that means a little girl like you wants to teach me something? I think I have to teach you some things, especially how to behave and talk to someone with more experience than you.” I laughed “Do you mean to say that just because you’re older than me, you know more than me? I might surprise you, maybe I don't have field experience like you, but I have experience in other things.” He widened his eyes and I continued “In cases like this, we will work.” My heart was racing, it felt like it was going to come out of my mouth. "We will see." he said with the same flirtatious tone as before.

He asked for the bill, paid and we got up, he surprised me by putting his arm on my shoulders as we left the cafeteria. “May I know what this is?” He looked over at me and said “I'm just getting used to your presence around me, after all we're going to be a couple, just in case, but I confess that it's going to be difficult to keep my word and be professional as I promised your brother.” I moved away from him, removing his arm from my shoulder. “Save all this for when we have to show this to someone.” He hugged me again and spoke close to my ear “We are already being watched, I advise you to follow the character.” the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my legs went limp for a few seconds. I looked at him with an air of innocence and that wasn't the intention, but it was like that. He held my chin and kissed me, I wasn't expecting it, but I certainly couldn't deny it and I let him continue. Soon after, he pulled away and smiled. “See, you already know how to do this. It feels like we’ve been a couple our whole lives.” Still trying to catch my breath and trying to see something in front of me other than him, I could only nod and lower my gaze. He spoke once again in my ear “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but we really are being watched, I had to do something. There was no way to warn beforehand.” I looked at him and said “It’s okay, it didn’t make me uncomfortable, I just wasn’t expecting it. Where are we going now?" I said without even waiting for him to think of something else. “We can go to that jewelry store a few blocks away and choose our rings. We'll need." I was even more shocked, but I accepted without asking any more questions.

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lokidokieokie · 2 years

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Accidental Confessions

Summary: After a mission to collect a special vile, the team unwinds on the quinjet back to the Tower. What happens when Tony decides that it was a good idea to unleash whatever was inside?

Warnings: Language that Steve wouldn’t approve of :)

It was meant to be a simple mission: go in, collect the vile, get out.

But, of course, it wasn’t as simple as it was meant to be. You guys were the Avengers after all.

Something that Nicky happened to forget to mention was that the abandoned Hydra based you were meant to collect this vile from...wasn’t as abandoned as everyone thought it was.

They were fucking everywhere. The Hydra agents were like cockroaches: no matter how many you killed, fifty other ones seemed to take their place. And they just wouldn’t fucking die!

Like what were they made out of? Titanium? You had to stab one at least five times before they even screamed. They’re some special breed of Hydra crazy.

But thank whatever Gods are out there (cause there has got to be more than Horns and Golden Retriever), Clint somehow managed to bypass the killer cockroaches and grab the vile (let’s all be real here tho, he definitely used the vents).

So with a final ‘Sayonara Fuckers,’ you left the building with a bang...like a literal bang. You (hopefully) managed to kill that infestation with the amount of C4 that you guys placed in the building.

If not, it seems more like a Nicky problem.

Once everyone boarded the Quinjet, a symphony of groans and grunts filled the silence. Everyone seemed very happy to be on-route back to the Tower.

“What did we even endure that torture for?” Pietro questioned, looking at Natasha and Clint.

This seemed to spark some sort of curiosity from everyone, and everyone locked their eyes onto both the super-spies...well everyone beside Tony, who was too engrossed by something on his phone to care.

“Don’t look at me! I’m just a dude with a bow and arrow.”

“You’re still a super-spy!” You argued.

“Potato, potahto.” You rolled your eyes. How was this guy one of the top agents at SHIELD?

“Triple Imposter, got anything to share?” Tony, everyone’s favourite billionaire, decided to discard his phone and join the conversation; must’ve been one worth having.

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

Everyone rolled their eyes at that. Of course she wouldn’t.

“Take it from me, my friends, it is better to leave the unknown untouched.”

Speaking of things that should be left untouched; your eyes drifted to the form separated from the rest. Loki: your secret crush.

You had been crushing on the raven-haired god for a while now, and found him incredibly distracting during missions because of it. Like the way he moved so gracefully while slicing into the enemy was just...indescribable.

Okay, okay, you could describe it: it was hot. Like burning molten lava hot.

But it wasn’t just his hotness; the longer you got to know him, the sweeter he became. It was subtle things: like how he remembered how you took your coffee, or how you could both talk for hours about the newest books you were reading.

You could feel a smile forming on your face just thinking about it, and scowled. That was why you needed to quench these feelings, and fast. If anyone on the team (god forbid Nat) found out about these feelings, you would never hear the end of it.

That was why you decided that it was better to wait for the feelings to pass; no matter how much you longed for your fantasies to become reality. It would take time--an obnoxious amount at that--but they would eventually fade.

“What’s got you looking both happy and sad, N/n?” Nat asked. If there was one thing the assassin was great at, it was reading Y/n...and knowing if she was lying.

So everyone could understand her utter disbelief when you answer, “A multitude of things really. Specifically, the fact that I’ll never be able to love without fear of having it jeopardised by a variety of factors.”

You clamped your hand over your mouth as everyone shifted their eyes onto you. You did not intend to be truthful. Why would you be truthful? Inner turmoil isn’t meant to be shared. It’s inner for a reason!

“I-” Nat stumbled. “I did not expect you answer that truthfully.”

“It’s not like I wanted to! I don’t like talking about feelings...like ew!” You shivered. Feelings are scary...

Suddenly, Thor’s laughter filled the room. “I don’t understand why my inner turmoil is so amusing, Poptarts!”

“Forgive me, Y/n. I did not intend to mock your feelings. I am merely amused by Loki. He just admitted that he-” A hand was quickly placed over his mouth before he could continue.

“It would be wise to keep your mouth shut, Brother.” Thor nodded his head and complied, but the smirk that lingered on his face spoke a thousand words.

“What’s next? Bruce is going to suddenly declare his love for Nat?” Tony mumbled.

The Scientist and Assassin were wide-eyed. “I-What?” Bruce spluttered.

“Did not mean to say that.” Tony sheepishly smiled.

“Something is clearly going on guys.” You spoke, a few murmured in agreement.

“It’s gotta be coming from that vile.”

Tony smirked, “Let’s test that theory, shall we?” And with that, Tony proceeded to smash the vile on the ground. The glass shattering, and releasing whatever gas was in that vile.

“Why would you do that?” Pietro screamed, “You might’ve killed us all!”

“Relax, Speedy Gonzales, it’s gotta be some sort of truth serum...and I want to know all of your secrets.”

Ever since Tony has unleashed whatever was inside that vile, everyone seemed to separate themselves from the others. Who would want to willingly reveal the multitude of secrets they had? You sure had a few to keep.

You decided to head to the back of the ship, and continued to stare at the floor. You couldn’t fathom the possibility of accidentally slipping up and revealing your crush on the mischievous god.

Only the universe knows what sort of shit show that would bring.

You were brought out of your thoughts by the very man who occupied your mind, sitting next you. You shifted your gaze upwards to meet his, and instantly paled. This was not going to go well.

“I couldn’t stand being on my own for any longer. I hope you don’t mind...” He trailed off.

You shook your head; too afraid to open your lips incase words just decided to spill out. He smiled, noticing her sheepishness.

God you loved that smile...

“I love your smile too, Y/n.” Your cheeks turned crimson.

“Stupid truth serum.” Loki laughed.

Guess you could somewhat tolerate this truth serum if you got to hear that sound.

“Odin’s beard, you two should just confess that you fancy each other!” Thor shouted from the front of the ship.

Tony smirked, “It would ease the sexual tension.”

Wanda gasped and whacked the back of Tony’s head. “There is a child on board.” She proceeded to clamp her hands over Peter’s ears.

He huffed, “I’m almost eighteen, Miss Wanda.”

“But seriously, you guys just need to bump uglies. Get it out of the system.” Tony ignored Wanda’s threatening glare.

Both you and Loki remained silent; still too scared that the serum will reveal your biggest secret: that you wouldn’t mind if you did.

“It’s not that hard, guys. Just start by admitting that you like each other.” Nat smirked, catching onto why you were being so quiet. You glared at her.

But, it seems like both you and Loki had a need to correct their words, as you both ended up simultaneously blurting out:

“But I don’t like him, I love him!”

“But I don’t like her, I love her!”

Everyone on the quinjet snickered. They knew this was coming. However, your eyes widened, as did Loki’s. This was not how you wanted this to go.

“FUCKING TRUTH SERUM!”

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don’t let me go (11) - thomas bordeleau

word count: 5.3k words

you guys… it’s finally here! this part took me forever to write and i’m so sorry but i really wanted it to be perfect and i think it finally is (at least to me lol) i just want to thank everyone for all the support on this series and i’m so so happy with how it turned out🥹

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With Thomas back in San Jose, things were very different. You tried to pretend like they weren’t, like the facetimes and texts made everything okay but it was harder than you expected. Before the end of last season, it was the same situation but you knew he would be home in less than a month. Knowing a specific date when Thomas would be back made it easier to cope, easier if there was something to look forward to. This year, he was coming to Detroit in November but it was only for a game and then he’d be gone again.

It was stupid to be so worried about it though, you could fly out to see him anytime you wanted really. But something in your head was telling you that it was a major problem that needed a solution.

“What’s wrong?” Thomas asked one night on a facetime after Jacob went to bed. It was a part of your routine, he’d call sometime during the day to talk to Jacob and then after you put him to bed, Thomas would call again to talk to you.

“Nothing” You decided you were going to figure it out by yourself, you didn’t want to worry Thomas over something he couldn’t control. It wasn’t his fault that he worked across the country.

“Don’t lie to me, mon amour” He smirked. Thomas knew you much better than you thought he did, it was obvious that you weren’t telling the truth, that there was definitely something bothering you.

You tried to shrug it off but stopped, realizing it could end up causing a problem, something you really didn’t want to do. “It’s just… hard that you’re not here”

“I know… I miss you guys” Thomas sighed, “Soon though, right?” You nodded. The only plans you had so far was that you were all going to spend Christmas together, it wasn’t much of a plan since there was nothing else figured out but… it was a plan nonetheless.

“I should go, I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Sure, I love you” Thomas smiled and just the expression on his face was helping to put you at ease.

“I love you too Thom”

…

You did end up making it out to San Jose for Christmas. Thomas’ break from games was too short for him to justify flying home so instead, he invited you and Jacob out to California. Your first Christmas together as a family had gone amazingly, Jacob loved it and it made you happy, just seeing how much fun he was having.

Christmas morning was that much better when you shared it with Thomas. It was indescribable to see Jacob’s face when he opened his own Bordeleau jersey, one that you didn’t care to add into his already huge collection of jerseys, because this one’s his dad’s, it was special. It was over faster than you would’ve liked but you weren’t going home yet. You had planned on spending New Years here since Thomas’ birthday was only a few days later.

“I have one more present for you” You smile as you enter the bedroom with a big envelope hiding behind your back. Thomas’ birthday was finally coming to a close which meant you got to give him the last present; Jacob had already given his birthday present this morning. He decided that he wanted to draw a family portrait for Thomas so you let him do his thing before helping him sign it and then frame it so that Thomas could display it proudly in his apartment. You also had given Thomas a gift already, a chain with two pendants on it. One circle with his current number, 23, engraved on one side and his old number, 34, on the back of it. The other circle had a J engraved with Jacob’s birthday on the back.

“You really didn’t have to get me anything, this was already more than enough” Thomas says quietly, toying with the chain he had put on as soon as he opened it.

“I know but this is something that’s long overdue” He looks confused and it only grows when you hand him the envelope.

“What is this?” He asks, flipping it over to lift the flap as he looks at you.

“Just open it” You could barely stay still as you took a seat next to him on the bed, facing him and analyzing every single change in his expression. When he pulls the papers out, you bite the inside of your cheek while you wait for him to read them.

“Mon amour-” He looks up at you with glassy eyes and you can feel your chest swell.

“You’ve always been his dad but I figured we might as well make it legal” Since he wasn’t there to sign Jacob’s birth certificate, Thomas wasn’t listed as his father and while you knew he didn’t particularly care since it didn’t make him any less of Jacob’s dad, it seemed like an appropriate thing to do.

“I- thank you”

“There’s another set of forms under there too” Along with signing over half of your parental rights, there was something else you wanted. “It’s up to you but I know Jacob would love to officially be a part of the Bordeleau family” The proper forms to legally change Jacob’s last name were already filled out and only required Thomas’ signature.

“Are you sure?” It was a lot for Thomas to take in and you could tell his emotions were getting the best of him. He was a little choked up and your reaching to hold his hand in yours wasn’t making it any easier.

“It‘s up to you Thom. I always wanted him to have your last name anyways” You shrug, it truly didn’t make much of a difference to you, ever since he was born you had hoped he’d end up with Thomas’ last name eventually.

“Does Jacob-?”

“I haven’t really told him, I figured you’d want to. He’ll probably love it though” Jacob was still a little young for you to ask if this was what he wanted, it was more of your decision at this point but you couldn’t see any scenario where he wasn’t absolutely ecstatic about sharing a last name with his dad.

“Thank you, I love you” He dropped the forms beside him and pulled you over, kissing you deeply and you smiled into the kiss.

“Happy birthday, my love”

…

“Close your eyes” You raised an eyebrow at Thomas who was sitting in front of you on the couch. “Come on, hurry up” His leg was bouncing impatiently so you did as he said, closing your eyes and leaning back into the couch a little, unsure of what was to come. You can hear him rustling around and then it goes quiet again. “Okay, open”

You open your eyes to find a shirtless Thomas staring back at you. You’re confused for a moment until your eyes fall to the spot on his chest, a new tattoo. There was still plastic over top of it so you had to lean closer to read it. Once you could see it properly, tears started falling.

“Babe! Don’t cry” Thomas laughed softly as he pulled you into his arms, “If I knew you’d cry, I wouldn’t have gotten it” Your fingers reached up to brush the tattoo, barely ghosting over the plastic so that you wouldn't hurt him. It was Jacob’s initials, JTB, with his birthdate underneath, scrawled in roman numerals.

“It’s so amazing Thom…” You didn’t know what else to say, you were at a complete loss for words.

“Do you like it?” He asks and you nod quickly.

“I love it” You’re still staring at it, not believing that Thomas got something tattooed for your son. Your heart swelled when you thought about how much meaning his other tattoos hold for him and while you knew he loved Jacob, this is just one step further that affirmed everything for you.

“There’s one more thing…”

“What? Did you get my name done too?” You teased, grabbing his arm and raising it to pretend to look which makes Thomas laugh.

“No, no” He chuckled, “Just… let me get through it all before you say anything, okay?” You nod nervously as Thomas took a shaky breath before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a ring box.

“Thomas-” You whisper, trying to push his hands away as you feel your heart race.

“What did I just say?” He laughed, “Hear me out” You were nervous but you sat back anyway, trying to stay quiet. “I know we haven’t been back together long but I love you and I know that this is it for me, that you’re it for me. You always have been actually… I know it’s crazy to ask you to marry me right now but I figured this would be a step in the right direction” Thomas pops open the box, revealing a small diamond ring, not as flashy as an engagement ring would be but pretty close.

“A promise ring?” You ask quietly, finally finding your voice.

Thomas nods, “For now. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll get you a real engagement ring but I know you don’t want that right now and that’s totally fine” It’s come up before, you’ve told him that it was way too soon to even think about marriage. There were so many things to take into account that it was overwhelming to merely think about, you just weren’t ready for anything like that and you’re glad Thomas understands that.

“Are we too old for promise rings?” You ask as he slides it on your finger, watching as the diamond catches the light.

“We’re too young for a four year old kid” Thomas snorted, “We’re just doing it all backwards”

“True” You laughed, “Thank you for being okay with waiting and everything”

“I’ll wait as long as you need mon coeur, as long as I’m with you in the end, I don’t care how long it takes” Thomas squeezed your hand gently. It was something so simple, him promising that to you, but it struck a chord and you weren’t sure how to answer.

“I didn’t wake up this morning for you to make me cry, Thomas” You sniffled and Thomas laughed, raising one of his hands to wipe a few stray tears.

“Come on, no more tears. It’s your last day here, we’ve gotta enjoy it” Jacob wasn’t even awake yet and you knew he’d be upset once he realized you were going back home today so that meant you couldn’t be sad, for his sake.

The day whizzed by, your last few hours spent together as a family for a while were way too short but you got through the goodbyes with minimal tears. It was something you realized you were going to have to get used to, Thomas wasn’t moving to Michigan anytime soon and you weren’t planning on living in California. The long distance thing was going to have to work, at least until you were ready for the next step. That’s what you spent the entire plane ride home telling yourself at least, chanting the mantra of ‘soon’ in hopes that it would one day be true.

5 Years Later

“Jacob Thomas if you’re not ready to go by that door in five minutes, we’re going to have a very big problem” You call from the kitchen where you’re frantically trying to clean up as your three year old daughter Amelia eats, dropping her food everywhere.

“Chill, I’m ready” He comes sauntering down the stairs in all of his ten year old glory; the sassiest child you’d ever met and all you hoped was that it wasn’t genetic or else you’d have a handful with Amelia.

“Did you just tell me to chill?” You ask, looking up from where you were kneeling, chasing after a blueberry that had gone rogue. You feel something hit your head and then it bounces off and onto the floor in front of you. “Amelia Grace, no more throwing food” You scold, huffing as you stand up with a handful of fallen blueberries.

“I thought I told you two not to stress out your mom today” Thomas finally enters the kitchen, ruffling Jacob’s hair as he passes and bends to plant a kiss on Amelia’s head which makes her giggle and squirm.

“We’re going to be late” You sigh and Thomas is quick to wrap his arms around you.

“No we’re not… chill” Thomas grins and you glare at him while Jacob laughs hysterically. “I’m kidding love but we’ll make it. J’s gonna go get in the car now right?” He looks pointedly over at your son who jumps up, suddenly ready to go. You focus back on getting Amelia ready, she wasn’t even dressed yet and you had to be there in less than 30 minutes. “Hey, look at me” Thomas made his way over to you again, holding you still much to your annoyance since the clock was ticking. “Calm down, it doesn’t matter if we’re five minutes late, it’s fine”

“I know, I’m being stupid” You sigh. It wasn’t like you were headed to an important event, you were just going to Nick’s house for a little team get together. It was the first time that the entire team was going to be there, and for some of them, their first time meeting your kids so it was just a lot.

Thomas helped you get everything together and helped Amelia into the car, letting you check that Jacob was good before getting in yourself. “Best behaviour tonight, right you guys?” Thomas asked, looking back at the kids in the rearview mirror.

“Yep!” Amelia yells which makes you laugh.

“As long as I don’t have to play with Landon, fine” Landon was Beech’s son. He was the closest to Jacob’s age, only two years younger but whenever you saw him, the two boys did not get along.

“You don’t have to but you’re not going to be rude” You reminded him and he nodded. The rest of the drive was spent talking about how much Jacob disliked Landon and Amelia asking if her friends were going to be there. The kids have only met a few of the guys’ kids. They knew Owen’s five year old daughter Daisy, Amelia’s bestie, as well as Nick’s son Carter but that was basically it. Since the group was still fairly young, there weren’t many kids anyway but you knew that Jimmy’s kids would be there today and from what Thomas has told you, they’re quite the bunch.

You only lived about ten minutes from Nick’s house which was something you were grateful for since your family seemed to always be running late. Thomas pulled into the driveway only a few minutes late and you could finally let out a breath as Thomas helped Amelia out of her seat and you all walked together to the door.

“Bordy!” The door swung open before you could even knock, revealing Nick and Jimmy. “Jacob, how’s it going buddy?” Nick raised his fist and Jacob sneaks past you to give him and Jimmy a fist bump each.

“Hey, sorry we’re late” You apologize as your family enters the house. Nick shakes his head, waving you off as he pulls you into a hug.

“Don’t worry, half the guys are later than you” Jimmy grins. You could only guess the late ones were Luke, Dylan, Brendan, and maybe even Truss.

The kids were already gone, probably into the backyard in search of Mackie but Thomas was talking to the two guys about something you weren’t quite paying attention to so you passed by them, heading straight to the kitchen.

“Y/n/n!” Matty exclaimed as soon as he saw you, bringing you in for a hug. You went around the little group saying hi to everyone. “Did you leave Thom at home?” Nolan asked.

“Yeah he was being a brat today” You joked, making the group laugh.

“Mom! Mack said we should’ve brought Pierre, can we go home and get him?” Jacob comes running into the kitchen, interrupting the conversation as he pulls on the bottom of your shirt.

“Pierre?” Mark asks and you look up to see the whole group confused.

“Did you have another kid and not tell us?” Ethan laughed, “Hey at least you knew about the first one!” Matty interjected.

“No, he’s our new puppy” The puppy that you fought Thomas on for the past two years. You and Jacob had to team up to make a strong enough argument to even get Thomas to consider it. He hadn’t even agreed on it but one day, you found the cutest little puppy online and just bought him, Thomas came back from an east coast road trip to find your newest addition. He wasn’t very happy but when you told him that Jacob chose a French name for him, he was a little more pleased. He didn’t expect it to be Pierre but… it was still French.

“Pierre?”

“J named him” Jacob’s plan was that if he gave the dog a French name, it meant Thomas couldn’t hate him… it kind of worked.

“Oh god, are you talking about the dog?” Thomas groaned as he entered the kitchen, giving the usual handshake greetings to the guys before coming to stand behind you.

“Don’t pretend like you hate him” You chide, “Thom is Pierre’s favourite”

“Mom?” Jacob tugged on your arm, “Can we go get him?”

“No, go play with Luke, he just got here and he’s close enough to a dog” Thomas said and the guy chuckled.

“Or Big Dog! He’s in the back” Matty laughed when Jacob’s eyes lit up and he ran away, probably in search of Owen because when would Owen ever turn down a chance to play?

“He’s so old now” Ethan said as he watched Jacob run away.

“Dude even Amelia’s old, I think the last time I saw her was when she was a baby” Nick shakes his head, “All the kids are growing up so fast”

“So when’s the next one coming?” Matty asked and you looked around the group, wondering who he’s asking, only to find everyone looking back at you.

“Us? Why us? We already have two!” You were the youngest parents of the group yet you were still tied for the most.

“Yeah why don’t you get on it, huh?” Thomas asked Matty who honestly was probably next on the whole ‘having kids’ list.

“You already have two, what’s another one” Ethan chimed in. Thomas looked helplessly to Nick, hoping he’d reign the boys in who were now all putting in their two cents on when your next kid should be born.

“Don’t look at me, I’m not your Captain, I don’t have to deal with this shit anymore” Nick laughed.

“You guys can continue planning our family but I’m out of here” You smiled as you escaped, slipping out to the backyard to say hi to everyone else. You spotted Jacob sure enough, playing with Owen and Kent who were trying their best to entertain the kids. Beech’s son Landon was chasing Jacob around and you laughed when you saw your son’s reaction as he tried to get as far away from the younger kid.

You stop when you see Matty’s fiancé standing with Truss and Kent’s girlfriends, and talk to them for a bit before weaving through the backyard to find your best friend.

“There she is!” Mackie grins when you approach his little group. Brendan, Luke, and Dylan all hug you quickly before you end up next to Mackie. “I wasn’t sure if the kids walked here or…”

“I was held up in the kitchen, discussing my next child” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re pregnant?” Luke asks with wide eyes.

“Were you keeping this one a secret too?” Brendan asks.

“Okay I didn’t tell you guys one time!” They were never going to let you live it down which is why when you got pregnant with Amelia, shortly after your wedding, you made sure to tell them all right after you told your families. “No I’m not pregnant, apparently that’s all anyone wants from me though”

“Because your kids are so cute” Mackie grins, looking over where Amelia was playing with Owen’s daughter and some of the guys’ girlfriends.

“I guess that’s fair then” You laugh, watching Amelia as she soaks up the attention of all the girls.

“But seriously… when are you guys having another?” You ignore the question from Brendan, simply rolling your eyes while he laughs.

Being back in Michigan feels good, it’s like you’ve gone back in time and you’re all back in college but in the best way possible. They boys, although much older, still act like little kids and as much as you loved San Jose, Michigan would always be home.

It didn’t even take much convincing for Thomas to want to live in your home state. Once you were married, your first worry was where you were going to live. Obviously during the season you would be with him. Jacob went to school in California but as soon as it was over, you could leave and it was a big decision on where exactly to go.

Thomas originally proposed just buying a place in Hawaii or something but you turned it down. Realistically, your choice was between Montreal and Michigan because you wanted to be close to at least one of your families, for Jacob’s sake. He only got to see his grandparents so much throughout the year, summer was the time to make up for it. So after talking Thomas out of a beach house, you two decided on Michigan, only a few blocks away from your parents and close to where he lived during his time in the NTDP Program. It was quiet, a nice place for your kids to grow up, and definitely a good change from California.

Once you got your house in Michigan, it felt like everything had finally settled although everything did seem to happen all at once. In one summer, you moved into your new house, got married, and found out you were pregnant. It seems like a lot but with your history and after being together for two years for the most part, living across the country from each other, it was perfect timing.

“This is it huh?” You and Thomas had just gotten home from your wedding. Your husband drove you home, it still sounded weird. Jacob went home with your parents since he was staying with them while you went on your honeymoon.

“We’re married” Thomas giggled, obviously having just as hard of a time believing it as you.

“Took us long enough” You grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“Hey- I would’ve married you years ago” He defends and yeah, that’s true. It didn’t matter though because you’re married now, everything is perfect. Jacob is happy that his parents are ‘finally back together’ even though he can barely remember when Thomas wasn’t around but he likes to think that he does.

“Do you think that if I told you about Jacob… do you think we would’ve been together?” You ask. It was something you thought about sometimes, if you really messed it up, if you could’ve been a family since day one. It’s not like you regret it, I mean it ended up working out for you but that didn’t mean you forgot about what could have been.

“Honestly? No” It was the first time he’d actually admitted it. Thomas usually just danced around it, stating that he never thought about it because he loved you so much. You usually rolled your eyes at that but Thomas always smiled, kissed you, and then laughed when you pestered him for a real answer.

“Really?” You’re not sure why you wanted to know so badly, blame it on all the champagne from tonight.

“I think I would’ve been in his life still so I guess maybe but back then… I wouldn’t have had the patience to do long distance. My rookie year was hard and yeah it was half because I was upset about you” He pauses to give you a pointed glare, “But I just wasn’t in a good place for that and I probably would’ve messed it up”

“So it’s a good thing we waited?” You ask, leaning against the kitchen counter and tearing into the slice of wedding cake your mom instructed you to freeze for your anniversary or something.

“Definitely” Thomas grinned, reaching over to drag a finger through the icing and wiping it on your cheek. “Now come ma cherie, you’re all messy” He winked as he dragged you upstairs, leaving the cake abandoned on your kitchen counter.

Your summers were spent in Michigan but for two weeks in August, you’d go up to Montreal to see Thomas’ parents. His family had thankfully warmed up to you, just as he said they would, and it was yet another thing that just felt right. Although this summer, you’re sure the travel would be a bit more difficult with Pierre which will probably be a point of contention for Thomas but you’ll definitely still make it up there.

“Y/n?” You looked back to find Thomas looking at you. The group at Nick’s had thinned out as the night came to a close.

“Sorry, what?”

“The guys want to come back to ours for a bit, that okay?” You assumed ‘the guys’ referred to his closer friends, probably just Brendan, Matty, and Truss.

“Yeah sure, I just want to get the kids to bed but we can sit outside” Thomas nodded and went off in search of Jacob while you grabbed Amelia from the couch inside where she had fallen asleep about an hour ago. You said your goodbyes as you carted the kids out to the car with the boys following behind, piling into their uber which was headed to your house.

It was a quiet car ride home, Amelia was still asleep and Jacob was so worn out from playing around all night that even he didn’t have much to say.

Once you got home, the kids were in bed faster than ever and you met Thomas and the other boys out back. They already all had beers in hand, sitting around the fire pit so you dropped into the seat next to your husband who draped his arm around you automatically.

“This time next year, half of us will be married” Brendan said, sounding a little drunk, “That’s insane”

“Dude, it’s literally just Matty getting married” Jacob laughed. Matty’s wedding was set for next month and it wasn’t like it was a shock, everyone knew it was coming, you were honestly surprised it hadn’t already happened.

“Well Y/n and Thom are married… so add Matty and that’s half” Brendan explained and he wasn’t necessarily wrong.

“They’ve practically been married for like a decade” Matty scoffed, waving his hand in your general direction.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “A decade? We’ve only been together for like six years”

“You have a ten year old son” Matty supplied.

“I know that I don’t have to remind you all that Thom didn’t know for three years… therefore not a decade” You argued.

“Yeah but you were both like saved for each other so basically ten years” Brendan sided with Matty and Truss agreed.

“Saved for each other?” Thomas asked.

“Dude, you went into like monk mode and Y/n, from what I heard, since I was rudely left out of your life” Brendan glared at you, “You we’re too busy being a mother to go out and get some” You cringed at his words but once again, he wasn’t wrong.

“I did not go into monk mode… and I think that’s offensive to monks” Thomas defended himself… and the monks?

“I’m not insulting you, just stating facts”

“Just because you’re living the bachelor life doesn’t mean we all have to go out and get laid every weekend” Thomas said and everyone laughed.

“Hey- don’t knock it ‘till you try it” Brendan hesitated, “Or… yeah don’t try it I guess” Thomas shook his head, wondering how his best friend was so so different from himself.

“Anyways, Bordy definitely was not living the rookie life” Truss says, bringing the conversation back on topic. A topic that you weren’t even sure why it was being discussed for so long.

“Neither was Matty” Thomas pointed out.

“At least I was talking to my girl” Matty shrugged. It was normal for your friends to poke fun at yours and Thomas’ relationship and after six years, you honestly couldn’t be bothered to even fight them about it.

“Not my fault!” You elbowed Thomas in his side which made him laugh.

“Enough about us, please” You rolled your eyes. “First, the baby talk and now this? Since when are we the source of entertainment for the group?” Thomas smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple to hide it a bit.

“Maybe since you got pregnant and kept it a secret from literally everyone?” Brendan smirked.

“Okay, okay I got it” You smiled, tucking your head into Thomas in attempt to escape this conversation. Luckily, they took pity on you and switched topics, moving onto the top prospects of this years draft and who their teams would probably end up drafting.

You sat quietly, only really chiming in on some things but for the most part, you just listened, soaking in the time with your friends, something that didn’t happen much anymore.

It was a later night than you were typically used to. As a parent of two, the late nights and parties didn’t seem to happen much anymore but tonight was good, it felt good to have some of your old life back. Once the guys left, you and Thomas went upstairs, quietly moving through the house as to not wake either of the kids but the silence was comfortable as you got ready for bed, it was your daily routine but everyday, you felt giddy just simply being with Thomas.

“You know… we should’ve told them tonight” Thomas finally broke the silence as you climbed into bed next to him.

“I thought we were going to wait?”

“Isn’t the next time we see them all going to be Matty’s wedding?” He asked and your eyes widened.

“Maybe we should have them all over then, before they all go home” You sighed, already running through what would have to be done to get ready for a get together at your house.

Thomas made a little grunting noise as he ran a hand through his hair, staring down at his phone. “We’ll just get some of them over tomorrow and then the rest of them can just… find out when we announce it”

“Bren, Matty, Mackie, Luke, Owen, Truss?” You listed off your closest friends of the group and Thomas nodded, tapping away on his phone, probably making a group chat.

“If Owen comes, we should invite Kent too” Thomas mumbles and you nodded.

“Invite whoever you want, I don’t mind”

“Okay I texted them, lunch here tomorrow” Thomas said as he placed his phone on the nightstand, laying down and moving closer to you.

“We’re gonna tell people” You whispered, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. You felt Thomas’ hand smooth over your stomach, feeling just the beginning of a bump.

“Mhm” Thomas kissed you before shifting down in the bed to kiss your belly. “Everyone’s finally going to know about our little baby boy” You grinned, capturing his lips again for a kiss.

Everything was finally perfect.

#thomas bordeleau x reader #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau fic #dad au #san jose sharks #hockey writing #nhl players #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction

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drunk on you - [choi soobin]

pairing: soobin x gn!reader

genre: fluff! suggestive!

word count: 1.1k

summary: alcohol doesn’t make people say what they don’t mean; in fact - it does quite the opposite.

warnings: suggestive, alcohol is involved!

prompt: #1: he kisses your face and you are both drunk

notes: two works in less than a week?!?! whattt???? hehe but thank you @boba-beom for requesting! i’m so honored to write something for you mi amor! 💗 enjoy!

you’re stumbling and giggling while soobin follows you from behind, smiling so hard his dimples are showing up more than ever before.

“they said this floor was off limits,” soobin said as he checked behind him.

“everyone’s too drunk to care - including me,” you smirk and lead him to the bathroom.

soobin and you got invited to an end of the semester frat party and despite both of you despising the whole concept of it, you decided you were too broke of college students to go out and have to pay for drinks yourselves.

however, it was only a while until all of the yelling and taking shots and loud music became old.

that leads you to being here now - at the risk of getting kicked out.

as you close the door your heart starts to beat faster and faster. you turn around and smile at soobin. he drunkenly smiles at you back. “can always count on you to make a day interesting.”

“hmm, you were the one that suggested to go upstairs, weren’t you choi?” you challenge him.

he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “yeah, yeah…”

“how many drinks did you have?” you ask him as you lean against the sink to keep you from coming down.

“i lost count after the first 3 beers and 4 shots,” he says as he leans against the wall.

you snort. “no way you drank that much!”

“ask that to those who kept offering me drink after drink,” he said.

“when? who was offering you that many drinks?” you questioned.

he shrugs. “when you spotted your friend and went to talk to her, some girls in our year were passing out shot glasses. i didn’t mind not having to look where the alcohol was kept. too many sweaty bodies.”

your heart sank and you touched your neck to calm down the heat of jealousy. “mmm..”

he squints a bit. “mmm? what does that mean?”

“what does what mean?”

“y/n. you know what i’m talking about.”

you and soobin have something indescribable going on, most definitely. does he hug you a bit too tightly when you say goodbye? yes. have you two almost kissed in certain occasions? of course. have you two ever put a label on it or asked the other out? nope.

“were they pretty?” you asked quietly.

“what?”

you clear your throat as the alcohol gave you a bit more confidence. “were they pretty, soobin?”

he looks at you a bit confused. “i wasn’t really looking at them that way-”

“do you look at me that way?” you blurted.

soobin is stunned by the bluntness. oh we’re doing this now.

he takes a deep breath, and looks down. the alcohol might make you a bit more confident - but it makes him a bit more shy.

“you know that i do…”

“so why don’t you do something about it, soobin? i’ve been waiting for weeks and weeks i don’t know whether you really feel that way with me or not.”

he sighs and gathers his thoughts as best he can because let’s be real, he’s about to spill out as well.

what you don’t know is that soobin hasn’t made a move not because he wants to confuse you, but because he knows his vulnerability is sacred. if he goes all in with you, how does he know you’ll accept him with open arms if the conversation has never been brought up before?

it’s now or never.

“i’m just worried that you may not want to be in it for the long run, y/n. i feel the way your heart beats when we hug, yet i don’t know what you’re thinking. but what i think is that you may get bored of me and i don’t think i can handle that.” he feels like a damn waterfall right now, but he can’t seem to stop.

“goddamnit, y/n. don’t you think i like - no, love - all of this? the adventures you take me on, the risks, how on the verge of gone we both are, how safe i feel despite you pushing me out of my comfort zone most of the time? and….”

after a long pause while you watch him in shock, he says, “and some days i feel like i want to make you mine - however that may look like.”

you pick apart everything going on at the moment. you’re both drunk, the music is trembling against the whole floor and every wall, (of course this feels like a movie), soobin finally opened up to you, and he looks good as fuck doing it.

there’s only one thing to do and you refuse to leave this corny party without doing so.

you step closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck. “i don’t think you realize how badly i want you right now, binnie.”

you swore his eyes glistened as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. he walks toward the sink and sets you down on top of it, leaning in and kissing you roughly. all of that tension between the two of you went from lingering inside of you to lingering in the air as he kisses you harder and harder. he starts to roam his hands around your body and you start to rock your hips and whole body against his.

you can taste the liquor on his lips and he can taste the cherry chapstick on yours.

he bites your lips and your hands start to go underneath his shirt, feeling how toned he is. you pull away slowly and look him deeply in the eyes.

“i want it all soobin. i do feel the same way and it has been on my mind for months.” your eyes start to feel droopy and not because you’re definitely not sober, but because you were starting to get emotional. “i don’t want to walk away from here and be the same. the stupid unsaid moments, the ‘he’s just a friend’ whenever someone asks me who you are. i can’t have that, soobin. i can’t.”

he holds your cheek and shakes his head. “we’d be crazy if we ended up the same way before again.”

he starts to kiss every part of your face and eventually makes his way to your collarbone and lifts up your shirt so he could kiss your chest. you arch your back and whimper when he goes lower. knowing that you could get caught at any moment actually made you excited, because when you and soobin both run out after being seen with him between your thighs, you know that you’ll be running home together.

this feeling was driving you insane.

and so was soobin.

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