#not anything bad though. tame hours around here

[dracowars]

astraphobia | rafe cameron

pairing: rafe x reader

word count: 1,5k

summary: where y/n is scared of thunder

a/n: my first ever rafe cameron fic, omg!!! i truly hope you like it 🤍 reblogging and feedback is always appreciated!! fun fact, which is more just a fact and not so much fun: i’m indeed scared of thunders & my parents always wanted to watch the lightning with me.. welp, guess i'm traumatized now lmao

warnings: angst, astraphobia

universe: outer banks

An incredibly loud bang rips through your bones, ripples through your entire body and you startle, your eyes widening and your heart racing. It takes a moment before you realize where you are and what you just woke up to. A heavy storm is raging outside and the masses of water falling from the dark sky are pattering against the window panes, breaking through the previous silence.

Trying to calm yourself down, you breathe in and out slowly and evenly, pulling the covers up to your chin even though the hot summer's day temperature has not cooled down in the night at all. You regain control of your body after a few seconds and all your muscles relax again. That is until the room brightly lights up before your eyes and the same loud, if not even louder and deafening than before, bang sounds immediately afterwards.

The thunderstorm must be right above you.

Anxious, you cling to the soft duvet, your body tense from top to bottom, but you do not dare to move a single muscle. Your gaze wanders through the all too familiar room that lies in front of you in the dark. You know you are safe here. After all, you are inside a house, or rather in Tannyhill - in other words: there really is no better place in the entire Outer Banks to be when a severe thunderstorm is raging outside. And even though you also know very well that nothing will happen to you, you can't help but be afraid. Incredibly afraid.

Even as a child you were abnormally afraid of thunderstorms and lightning in general and apparently this fear has only deepened over the years, still accompanying you. Back then, your father always wanted to watch the lightning with you that bathed the sky in such a bright blue light, but you immediately broke into a crying fit that lasted for hours and did not get better. At least it gives you a peace of mind knowing you are not alone in today's storm.

Well, at least not entirely.

A soft snoring sounds - only audible with great effort due to the loud rain - from next to you and knowing that your boyfriend is right beside you, with you, calms you down a bit. Once another bang rings through the room, you slide fully under the heated covers to hide, bumping your legs into Rafe's accidentally, but he does not budge. This thunderstorm does not seem to bother him at all anyway.

Tears well up in your eyes and your body is already shaking slightly while so much fear pours through you, pumping through your veins at the thoughts of what could happen.

What if lightning strikes? And the lightning rod does not work?

Freaking out on the inside, you try to tame your bad thoughts and instead think about something positive, literally anything else than rain or storm or lightning. And when that does not work, you just try to focus on Rafe's regular breathing, blocking out the world around you. At first, this method actually works quite well and your heart rate drops, but unfortunately it only lasts until the next thunder rumbles over your head, the room turning bright as daylight for a few seconds.

This time, your whole body jerks up and you end up covering your ears with your hands, but even that does not calm you down now. More unconsciously than you want to, you cuddle up to your boyfriend, whose body radiates a pleasant warmth as you come closer. Rafe is on his stomach, one of his arms hanging over the edge of the bed while the other, which he used to hold your hand tightly when you fell asleep, is next to your pillow. You snuggle up against him carefully, trying not to wake him, although, deep down, you kind of hope for him to do so.

You know Rafe would want you to wake him up if you were feeling down or needed help. But you swore to yourself you would not wake him. He has had a busy week and once again had to endure a heavy, undeserved lecture from his father today. You spent the whole evening comforting him until he finally fell asleep in your arms, and so did you, although you must have missed the storm warning.

Your panic and fear of thunderstorms suddenly take the initiative without you being able to stop yourself. You need him.

"Rafe", you whisper softly and barely audible as you put your hand on his bare shoulder and shake him lightly. "Babe?"

No reaction and the storm continues to wreak havoc outside.

"Rafe? Babe, please wake up", you almost beg him, on the verge of crying now, and you are about to give up and just get through the night when he suddenly shows signs of stirring. His shoulders tense under your hand as he takes a deep breath until you shake him again. "Please."

Apparently he has finally noticed you and slowly turns to face you, running his hand through his already disheveled hair. He looks at you with tired, half-closed eyes, but you are not sure if he is actually awake.

"Hm? What's wrong, baby?”, comes out of his mouth softly, his voice hoarse and groasy from sleep as he runs his hand over his face, confused. "What time is it?"

"Rafe, I'm scared", you admit, and your words seem to flip a switch inside of him, instantly activating his protective instincts that overlook even his sleepiness.

"What? What's going on?”, he asks you, worried but still not quite sane, his mind still caught in a dream world. He narrows his eyes tightly so that he can even make you - or rather your outline - out in the dark room in front of him. Before you can explain why you woke him up in the dead of night, however, your entire body gives a violent start again as a loud rumble of thunder resounds directly overhead. After that, it does not take words for Rafe to understand what is going on.

"Are you serious?", Rafe chuckles lightly to himself, as if he can't believe this is the reason you robbed him of his precious sleep. His words hurt you deeply and make you realize that you really shouldn not have woken him up.

"I'm sorry, I-", you start to apologize, but are promptly interrupted by a lightning strike that was probably very close by. The loud bang makes the walls shake and the rain falling from the sky intensifies. You huddle in fear, your head down, clutching the covers tightly.

"Oh, come here", Rafe chuckles, pulling you into his arms, his warmth welcoming your tense body. He gently lays your head on his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and hug you tight, giving you the protection you so desperately sought. As he stares at the ceiling and you just wait for another shock to go through your body, he draws patterns on your back, which is still hidden under the covers, with the tips of his fingers. How you can still lie under the covers at these temperatures remains a mystery to him.

"You are trembling, darling. Are you cold?", Rafe asks you softly, pressing his lips against the top of your head, gently tugging you closer and readjusting the blanket on top of you.

With a slight shake of your head you deny this, although you are not even sure if it is true. Your body is so tenee and your nervous system on fire that you can't tell whether you are warm or cold right now. But what you do know is that Rafe's closeness and mental presence somehow makes it better. The storm outside is not getting better by any means, but your heartbeat slows down a bit now as you focus on the patterns Rafe is still drawing on your back.

His other hand wanders over your lower body and finally slips under your shirt, which is way to big for you as you borrowed it from him to sleep in. His hand splayed across your stomach feels warm and you close your eyes for a moment, until the next thunder rumbles and makes you flinch.

"Shh, calm down. I'm with you. Nothing can happen to you here", Rafe whispers to you carefully, kissing the top of your head again and again while you listen to his regular heartbeat. "Not in my arms anyway."

"I know but.. Please, if it is okay with you, just hold me like this until the storm has passed", you ask him, cuddling up to and squeezing him even tighter, putting one leg over his waist.

"Of course, Baby. You don't have to ask me", he smiles softly and also hugs you tighter so that you face the raging storm outside together, almost forgetting the loud thunder as you listen to each other's breathing until you finally drift off into a deep and well-deserved slumber.

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[canaidliafail]

stay grounded pt.5

[part 6]

streamer abby x streamer reader 🌿

so I wanted to write all of Abbys visit to “reader” in one episode but this one is already 5k words and its getting stupid long so..I split it in two parts 🥹

CW: alcohol,weed and sexual endeavours if you will. not proof read, will check later tonight for any mistakes

Minors get outta here

“You’ll love it when I give it to you, leave you wanting more ,Is it everything and more than you were hoping for ?”

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ever since Abby sent you a screenshot of her flight you were on edge. You promised to pick her up from the airport which just meant that you would be there to take her to the bus stop. She did of course tease you for your lack of driver's license and motivation to get it but she did appreciate the gesture nevertheless. However you were scared. You had a bad dating history, an even worse situationship one and you didn’t even want to get into all the people you had to reject during your trips or the other way around. point being, you found yourself ready to light a candle and apologize for all your sins so that karma wouldn't bite you in the ass. Abby, gave you no reason to have that fear. Sure you didn’t text as much as you thought you would but the times that you did she seemed excited and she would occasionally send you screenshots of places she would like to see or would ask for advice on what clothes to bring. Overall, she was nice and seemed to grow closer if her joking manner and her more sarcastic side coming to the light was anything to go by.

you thought of asking

“you smoke weed?” to be ready but decided against it. You always had it anyways and if she were up for a round you’d just roll one on the spot. Abby wasn’t your only issue. This semester at your university was a constant, painful reminder that you were about to graduate with the difficulty level of all the assignments and projects. Now, you were a great student in practice but a terrible one in attendance. It was hard balancing work, mental breakdowns and college.

On your third fitting on the model your college provided you were ready to tear the fabric to shreds and start going off on everyone. You could understand why designers had a reputation for having a nasty attitude but if said designers were having their models switched every week, thus needing different measurements everytime you wouldn’t blame them.

“For fucks sake Im working on a line 44, why cant they just stick to the same model”

“Well this isn’t our graduation project so they are more relaxed”

“well I'm not and they shouldn’t be either” you argued with one poor classmate who dared to calm you down, oblivious to your temper that was impossible to tame.

this was why you refused to have models. In any case, your daily disapproval of your school's teaching system was something that didn’t bother you to that big of an extent. You disliked the way you acted though. You were snarky, impatient and took offense easier than usual and you couldn’t exactly understand why,so one late evening after fighting with everyone that knows you and doesn’t , you sat down on your couch and tried to find which unhealed version of you was getting triggered and why. Half an hour later you gave up and went to make a toast. Your friend group had 5 solid people. June, your most faithful cheerleader to every stupid decision you ever took and the one who also helped you go through with it, Cassie, the most blunt one who brought you back to reality, Rick, She was too sweet and too in love with her slow burn romance of 3 years and last, Olga.

She rarely appeared due to studying in a different city but when you needed someone to figure you out, she was the only one who could get you out of your head.

Most people had a friend like that. Someone that you talked to the least, yet knew you the best and perhaps, had the most intimate and platonic bond to ever exist. So that night, was a cry for help and luckily, Olga was in town and on her way to your place. She came ready, with a bottle of vodka on one hand and a fresh bag of tobacco on the other.

“Im listening”

she said sitting with her legs crossed on the floor across from you. she was about to burn sage and make a tarot spread if need be

“Alright listen so nothing happened but, I'm scared. I feel…weird. See this is a person that I've admired for so long and it’s only hitting me now that I’m about to meet her and its…it's scary actually”

Olga sat through it all and listened to you ramble for hours and pace all over the living room until you exhausted yourself and finally sat back down on the floor and started rolling a cigarette. You were stressed and out of nowhere your eyes were burning and you were crying and Olga was silent through it all. She grabbed you a new rolling paper and passed it over since the previous one got crumpled from your tears.

It took you an hour to completely calm down and then, she finally began to talk

“Listen it’s understandable that you feel that way, She was after all someone you admired for a while and well, it's not like you don't fool around with others but she was always in your mind”

You nod feeling the weighty clawed hands of depression wrap around your throat threatening another crying session that you had to fight back

“And between us, the last time you took anyone seriously it didn't go so well”

“It really fucking didnt” you agreed and she nod. You finished rolling the blunt and took a few puffs

“Alright now that that’s out of the way let's talk reality. Abby will visit you in a week. She is almost in every one of your streams and sure she posts with other women which in my opinion are just her friends,but she also constantly mentions you in her own streams”

You tried to protest and counter argue every reasonable point she made but she sushed you right a way with a glare

“Which has to mean something. Now I know your favorite hobby is downgrading every positive trait you have but Ill have to stop you”

“I really want this to work”

“And it will. Just be yourself,relax and smoke another blunt if you have to but trust me. It will work. It has worked so far and well, what are the odds of that in the first place?”

You smiled. A small smile but enough to show her that her point was understood. You rested your back against the front of your couch and checked your phone. There was a message there from Abby and you let the warmth and excitement that you felt imprint in your mind as a way to soothe your nerves till her arrival.

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“Just landed. Waiting for the luggage” you read the message over and over again and then looked up at the gate and saw the people walk out and look around for whoever was waiting for them. You tried to bite down the stupid grin on your face and tried your best to school your features in an unbothered-laid back expression to no avail. You were practically bouncing off the walls and scratching the curtains like a cat.

Abby was here,in your country,in your city a few walls apart. Literally.

You were ashamed to admit that you had practiced different ways to greet her and would constantly switch the position you sat in, not sure what energy you were trying to show. You were man spreading, and then you would cross your legs, and then you would stand up and lean against the bar tables from the cafeteria.

“Get it together” You whispered to yourself and just locked and unlocked your phone pretending to be busy.

One moment you were looking at an old video of you and June attempting a stunt and the other you were looking back up at the gate and the woman of your dreams was actually there. Walking and looking at her phone and then around until she spotted you.

She smiled, wide with teeth and wrinkles at the edge of her eyes and you waved her over. You half ran half walked over to her side and unexpectedly-for you- she hugged you.

“Hey!”

She smelled like pine soap and there was a lingering scent of the outside cold on her jacket. You wrapped your arms around her and felt her weight, her muscles and tried to connect with the very real image that she was right in front of you. She was tall and broad, and fuck so damn gorgeous. You pulled away at the same time and you couldn’t hold back returning the equally big smile that she gave you as her eyes darted all over your frame and face

“Wow hi,this is-“

“Crazy right? Can’t believe I’m actually here”

“Yeah! So how was your flight?” This was comfortable. She was comforting and just,so much easier to talk to than you initially expected. Her voice was lower up close and she wasn’t someone who talked loudly. She was expressive and,and,and

So many things you couldn’t stop noticing and observing about her in pure admiration. You feared that seeing her up close would give you a change of heart and you were so off base because if it did one thing, it was to confirm that you absolutely had a crush on this woman. It was a 40 minute ride till your apartment with the bus and once you reached your destination she visibly seemed to rest her shoulders and lean against the wall taking off her boots and beanie. You hated how attractive she was while doing the most mundane things

“You got a nice place. Can’t believe I’m finally witnessing what's behind the cameras of Cottons studio”

“Hah! If I didn't know you any better I’d say you’re making fun of me”

“I’m absolutely not” she teased and you helped her with her luggage

“So,normally when I have a guest they sleep with me in my room but I didn't know what you were comfortable with so I prepared the couch for you to sleep in as well”

“Ah I don't mind. Thanks”

She said and you assumed she would take the couch but to your horror and relief she left her bags in your bedroom. Which meant you two would share the same bed for the two weeks of her stay.

“Ugh,cool so ok” you looked around nervous and then slammed your hands together in a hollow clap.

“Alright so, let me show you my place first” she walked close behind you as you showed her how everything worked which made it difficult to even walk properly.

I should have trained my walk or something.

You thought in misery as you stood in the corridor showing her your crafting room. She stepped in around you to look at the clothes on the mannequins. You could’ve sworn that there were stars in her eyes when she know the full knight armor that you proudly displayed.

“Fuck I saw this on twitter but Damn you outdid yourself. All these details and”

“Its rococo architecture”

“I noticed.You add details like that to every piece you make. Oh right you also made a white dress that I really wanted to see up close”

“Oh that!” You chirped excited and walked over to the wardrobe on the other side of the room to find the piece. It was from your first year and it was the first clean work you did. The sewing was straight and not a line out of place. You showed it to her and then sat on the thought. That was a fairly old post. How far did she…

“Yeah that one. Its even prettier up close. Sorry I don’t know much about fabrics and all that but from the little that I know this looks amazing”

You were fiddling with your fingers and let her admire all your pieces occasionally adding some commentary about the construction or the inspiration. She showed genuine interest in this and you didn't know how to deal with someone this nice.

“I could make you one if you want” She stared at you wide eyed with a grin and lowered brows “You’d do all of that” she said and placed a hand on the shoulder piece of the knight armor “For me?” You shrugged and walked out of the room to grab your measuring tape that was in the kitchen aisle for unknown reasons. You stopped in front of your workshop's entrance and tried to reach up and see how big the breastplate would be for starters.A soft chuckle escaped her and your eyes shot up to look at her.

“Yes? Abigail?”

She gave you a crooked smile and licked her teeth “You are really short” You would have choked on your spit if your throat wasn't so dry. Was this her way of hitting on you?

“I think your judgement isn’t trustworthy since you are just unreasonably tall. My measuring tape won’t fit the whole of you”

She reached up and rested her hands against the door frame and leaned a little closer to you. Close enough to spike up your heart rate to a dangerous pace.

“Is that not to your liking?”

And in this moment, You hated every girlish bone in your body for smacking her lightly in the sternum and laughing all the way through that embarrassing gesture.

What.was.that.

“You are insufferable” she smiled and pushed herself away. That would sum up any notable moments in your first day with Abby. You did talk a bit and made a quick and general schedule of what you could do while she was here all the while she kept glancing around at your room and you decor while you rested on your couch

“You have a lot of stuff”

“Oh yeah empty spaces freak me out”

She nodded in contemplation

“I like it. My apartment has like, a lot less stuff”

You leaned on your arm and smiled,lazy and pleased with the atmosphere

“Why? Afraid Alice will make a mess?”

“No I know how to keep my pets well trained”

Your cheeks flushed and you reached on your coffee tables drawer to pull out your tobacco and roll a cigarette cause you were getting heated up out of nowhere and you were about to share a bed

“O-oh of course. Then…?”

“I don’t know, I just never bothered I guess? I have a lot of plants though. You’ll see, but yeah I just don't know what decor to go far”

Your mind paused mid sentence. -you will see-

Was that an invite ? You smiled and Lit your cigarette sitting back on the couch in awe of how well the first night went

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That night. You simply did not sleep. Your plan seemed genius a few hours ago, but Abby was happily resting in your bed while you played Valhalla,the wrath of the Druids DLC for the second time fighting to stay awake.

Abby Anderson,was sleeping in your bed. You smiled every time you remembered that and then you were ready to cry thinking of the possibility that this would be just a friendship. You texted your friends that had been blowing up your group chat since yesterday.

She is sleeping in my bed right now

Cassie: YOU HOOKED UP ??? GET IT GIRL

No, she is JUST sleeping. I’m up. In my living room playing valhalla

Couldn’t sleep like at all

june: why the fuck didnt you sleep in the same bed?!?!?! Out of all times NOW you remember to have shame ??

THATS NOT

SHIT SHE IS UP EVERYONE QUIET

june: PUSSYYYYYYYU

You tossed your phone on the couch and looked up at Abby in all her morning freshly woken up glory. You gasped quietly at the sight of her unbraided long hair. she wore gray sweatpants and a sleeveless top that showed off her biceps and the sunlight licked the curves of her arms in the most delightful way

“Good morning” you croaked and tried to clear your throat and repeated the greeting more smoothly. she chuckled and sat next to you on the couch

“did you sleep at all?” you shook your head and paused the game

“sorry it got so interesting and then next thing I know birds are chirping” she shook her head and looked at the screen which gave you an opening to look at her

“Then please continue. Need to know who Im competing against for your attention”

you grinned and shook your head trying to ignore her move cause it was too early to handle this version of Abby.

“No, it's fine. Wanna get coffee? my treat”

“sure” she said and you grabbed your phone going to an app and browsing through the open cafes

“you want something for breakfast?”

she leaned against you and peaked at your phone looking through the stores. Your breathing slowed and you felt the hair on your arms raise at the contact that her chin made with your shoulder. You stayed still scared that if you moved she would have pulled away

“I wouldn’t be against that. What do you usually have?”

“W-well. Im european so, a cigarette with coffee”

she looked at you in shock and then broke down in laughter pulling away and getting up with you unconsciously leaning over the spot where she was seconds ago missing her touch already.

“Yeah I’ve seen that meme going around. So it really is a thing” you smiled at her

“mmmm you know me so well”

“Well I hope I do” she teased and went to the bathroom to fix herself up leaving you breathless and a nervous wreck. Did you miss something ? Because it seemed like she was heavily flirting with you and you only now realized how bold she could actually be.

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Rick: I Cant wait to meet herrrr <333333

June:I’m so happy you are having fun but if she doesn’t pass the vibe check I’m breaking her kneecaps

Relax! I promise she is really cool.

Olga: what time are we meeting up ?

11 at our usual spot. We will go in together

Abby was laying on your couch going through her phone waiting for you to tell her the plan for the night. She did touch on the fact that despite the influencer parties she was not familiar with the clubbing scene. Not like you seemed to be at least and while at first you insisted that you didn't have to go, she really insisted on doing otherwise. So now you were getting ready and once you were dressed you sat on your vanity and noticed from the mirror that she was watching you. You smiled

“Hey want me to do your makeup?”

She tensed and walked over to you and sat across your vanity on the bed,manspreading and leaning on her elbows which unconsciously made you squeeze your thighs shut and you could feel the tip of your ears burn.

“I’d like that. But ugh,nothing too heavy?”

She asked and you chuckled going back to putting on eyeshadow

“Don’t worry sunshine. Ill do you right”

“Ooooh will you?”

You felt the hair on your arms raise and you looked back at her who had a nasty smirk full of innuendos and you cocked a brow deciding to take on the challenge

“You have no idea”

And that was the first time you saw her get flustered in the most subtle of ways. Reaching around her neck to rub her nape and not looking at you the moment you saw a dust of pink on her nose and cheeks. This was your first little victory.

You were done with your makeup soon enough considering you had a standard go to makeup that you just knew complimented your features the best and then you turned around to start attending to her.

You grabbed a base, a mascara and your eyeliner pomade and stood up to tower over her while doing her makeup.

“Alright relax big girl, I’m not going to hurt you” you said teasingly when you saw how stressfully shut she had her eyes and she breathed out letting a laugh escape and releasing the tension

“Sorry. Not used to this happening”

“That makes me feel so fucking special” she chuckled and then tried to stop when she felt move on your hands starting to do their work.

“You have beautiful features, you know. Bet you’ve been on many MUAs eyes”

“Stop,you’re just flattering me now”

“Absolutely not. I hate doing peoples makeup and yet I wanna do yours”

You tried applying very little foundation, loving the map of constellations the freckles on her face formed and had a desire to accentuate them more by working around them.

Without realizing you moved closer to her standing between her spread thighs, your naked knee grazing her jeans. She carefully moved a hand behind it and gently held your leg which you tried not to think too much about. That was until you felt her thumb brush against the tender flesh of your skin. Slow and subtle and so careful, almost like a wolf trying to lure in a deer. You kept working with her face and when it came to doing her eyeliner you had to be steadier. So you moved closer, balancing your knee on the edge of the bed between her legs, her hand following the movement all the way through until her palm was now resting just a few inches below your ass given that now the only empty space was your thigh.

You were shaking

“Sorry Ill have to hold your face so that I don't mess up”

“Yeah go ahead”

She said a little more rattled than you expected her to sound and you held her cheek while drawing a thin,small brown line. You finished up with the mascara and had to resist testing your luck by suggesting lipstick.

“There. Done”

She opened her eyes and you stared at each other with your lips parted for a few minutes as the realization of your proximity hit. You pulled away first and motioned her over to your mirror which she had to heavily bend over to look at her reflection and she smiled

“Oh wow yeah, You are good. Never thought I’d see myself like that”

Your hands were shaking and you were starting to get anxious. Badly. Your mind wandered off to the fear that you just missed a very good opportunity and you seriously needed weed or a drink

“Alright we are ready to get going then”

Abby hit it off with your friends right away. Not that you ever had doubts but you could never be too sure. Rick, the sweetheart, was obviously just incredibly happy to see you with “the buff mommy of your dreams” as she whispered to you before you walked into the club which earned her a slap on the arm to hush her. The night was going well, save for the first hour of awkwardness before the shots started coming in and the good songs were being put on. You danced and when your favorite song came you and June grabbed each other by the arms and screamed the lyrics at the top of your lungs. You were so lost in the moment that you completely forgot how you looked and when you turned around to check on Abby there was nothing but awe in her face. No hint of disgust or discomfort or second hand embarrassment as you feared you would find. No, if anything she seemed to love whatever was unfolding before her eyes and she leaned back to sit on a stool and crossed her arms with a smirk looking smug. You walked over to her and too drunk to care propped your hands on her thigh and leaned in close to her ear

“Are you having fun?”

An arm reached out around you and rested on your lower back which gave you shivers. Your dress was backless and short which normally would make you feel cold but Abby's touch made it feel like it was hot summer night

“Oh yeah this is great. You are a good dancer”

You laughed drunk and high with music euphoria and held her arm you fingers pushing into the muscles in delight and tried to get her stand up

“Then dance with me”

Dragging her was pointless. Like a mountain Abby would not move and could not be swayed. But she did seem to enjoy your determined efforts to get her to do what you wanted so she indulged you while teasing your every move and reaching out to take a sip from her drink.

“You are so stubborn” You mumbled and she leaned in closer asking you to repeat the question the same moment that a girl bumped into you and in motion you fell on Abby. Gravity failed you both as her drink spilled all over your dress sparing her jeans and shirt which made you frown and groan in frustration.

The girl turned around to look at you in embarrassment and immediately held your hand

“I’m so sorry fuck let me help you clean up” she said frantic and your face softened immediately at her remorseful behavior. Your dress was most certainly ruined though. Abby stood up pushing her drink on the other side of the counter and held you by the waist glaring at the girl “Its fine we got this” She said, loud enough for the three of your to hear and moved you upstairs to the restroom.

“Alright now, paper towels” She said to herself and you leaned against the sink counter feeling your head buzz. The smell of chlorine made you dizzy and you had to kneel down and rest your head in the hollow of your crossed arms that were propped against your knees

“You good?” Abby asked and you looked up at her concerned expression

“Ah, I have such a good angle from here” Sober you weren't friends with drunk you. With every shot you took your filter evaporated and you were the type of drunk who got incredibly horny and flirty. The sight of the woman who was sculpted like a Greek statue accelerated those thoughts and those khaki pants sat so nicely and low on her crotch showing just a sliver of her black boxer briefs.

“Oh you are drunk as fuck” She said and kneeled before you holding your arms away from your chest to start cleaning the front of your dress.

“You leaned your head closer to her face and she looked you in the eyes with a playful scowl.

“Oh and you aren’t ?”

She shook her head with a smile and went back to wiping your top

“If I wasn’t I would not be able to do this with that much comfort” she admitted and you did only now notice that the area she was so carefully trying to clean was your chest. You smiled and held her hand to grab the tissue

“Let me do it myself then”

“Absolutely not”

“You fucking pervert”

“Oh you have no idea”

You both laughed and when you left the bathroom you were even closer than before. She still refused to dance much but with the help of your friends you did lift her spirits enough to at least not constantly be seated on a stool. That and she seemed incredibly intent on keeping hold of you one way or another putting quite a show when a more sensual song would play without ever getting too explicit. It drove you mad, this slow burn game of push and pull that lasted throughout the entire night and all the way home where you both crashed on the bed hardly in the mood to properly change or take off your makeup but you did have the decency to turn around when she changed and so did she. Not that it mattered since she decided to sleep in her sports bra and sweats and you wore an oversized t-shirt with your underwear only.In a way,there was a distant thought of you hoping that something more would have happened while at the same time you were incredibly satisfied with the turn of events

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Abby’s POV

Her head was spinning and not from vodka. All night she was fighting the urge to make you dry hump her thigh or thrust her hips against your ass in the most vile and sexual way possible.Hell she was close to doing so after the fifth shot of Smirnoff. She groaned and turned around in the bed now face to face with your sleeping frame. She was close enough to feel the small puffs of air on her exposed sternum. She herself was slowly dozing off and was ready to fall asleep until she felt you move closer and bury your face in her chest and tossed your leg over her thigh,keeping the other one snuggly between your own. Her senses were clouded and her head was a mess and she saw you open your eyes that were glossy and in the same daze as she was. You didn't say a word and neither did she. She felt your fingers first, circling her waist and nudge at the waistband of her sports bra, feeling the skin and dipping your fingers beneath it just enough to feel some more. Your eyes fell on her lips and she took the initiative to kiss you. That was the intent. But the gesture was a lot softer, barely grazing the surface. She looked at your eyes trying to find any sense of discomfort but you whined at the loss of contact and she kissed you a second time with more fervor,nibbling on your lower lip and pressing her tongue against it. You opened your mouth with a moan and she took her chance to dive deeper and switch positions with her now on top of you and your hands deep in her scalp holding her hair in fists as you reciprocated the gesture silently begging for more.

She pushed a thigh between your legs and you met her movement by grinding your hips against her chasing some sort of release.

“Abby” you whispered her name like a prayer and she pulled away from your bruised lips a string of saliva still connecting you both with the taste of your cherry lipgloss on her tongue.That soft needy voice may have been the most divine sound that had ever graced her ears. She gave you another kiss on the cheek and then on your jaw and went all the way down to your collar bones. She decided to linger on your neck a bit more nibbling at the tender skin just above your pulse,careful not to leave any unwanted marks. You called for her again and she pulled away and held your face in her hands and gave you another kiss. There were so many things she wished she had the energy to do that night, but there was an impending headache numbing her skull and she could see you struggle to stay sober and awake. You were both drunk and in need of sleep.

You pulled her closer and she rested her head on your chest listening to your heartbeat. Her arms slipped beneath your waist holding you tightly against her front and then she finally fell asleep

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[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 3: Hate Sex

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 4563

Warnings: Afab!reader, virgin! Diluc, brat taming, dubious consent, themes of sexual repression, a slight hint of misogyny/slut shaming, creampie

A/N: I took detail inspiration for this reader from the electro Cicin Mage, so that's about the gist of what we're wearing here 🤤

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The air in Fontaine carries with it the ever present smell of cloying salt, seaweed, and decaying things. No matter how far away from the beaches one goes, that scent will always follow them and Diluc can’t seem to decide if he hates it or not. He thinks he does. It’s quite different from the air in Mondstadt, where the wind was somehow always fresh and clean, and vaguely scented of apples. Even with the walled off city situated in the center of a giant lake he couldn’t ever recall smelling anything quite like this before, and that nostalgic thought makes him wish for home. But, on the other hand, it wasn’t necessarily a bad smell in the strictest sense either. Just different. 

He almost wished he could say the same about you. That you were just different and not necessarily a giant, regrettable pain in his behind that he could — would rather do without. But he is not nearly as willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, nor half as forgiving. He knows he hates you like he knows the back of his own hand. Didn’t even need to stop and think about it. He just knew. 

Because even if you weren’t Fatui scum, even if you weren’t Snezhnayan by birth and guilty by association, that still left you holding the title of most frustrating person he’s ever had the unfortunate displeasure of meeting. You were incessantly talkative, headstrong and more than a little crass at times. You liked to gloat and take from his provisions when you thought he wasn’t looking, liked to tease him and then get lippy about it when he snapped back. 

Had he not been working towards the greater goal of infiltrating the Fatui undetected so he could eventually reach their inner circle, he would have long since slain you where you stood. 

Diluc knows he can’t do that just yet though. Not now, or he’d be risking everything he’d worked and obsessively toiled over to accomplish. It was only you and him out on this remote stretch of Fontaine’s rolling hillsides, after all. The two of you had been tasked with a mission so simple and benign that it would have looked incredibly suspicious if you suddenly went missing out of the blue. All evidence would conclusively point to him and he’d have blown his cover for nothing more than a few short days of peaceful, glorious silence before the Tsaritsa’s hounds were hot on his heels and hungry for blood. 

Oh, but wasn’t it just so tempting to think about? 

“And do you know what she had the nerve to say next? She tried to say I was the problem! I couldn’t even believe it! I mean, she started it so don’t you think that’s a little messed up to try and turn it back around on me like that?” 

Heaving a weary, long suffering sigh through his nose, Diluc tries very hard to ignore you. It’s been hours spent ignoring you though; he’s not even sure how you can still manage to find something to talk about given that you’ve touched on every conceivable topic he can possibly imagine, and he isn’t sure how much longer he can endure it. The trek out into the countryside should have only taken about half a day but it felt more like years had gone by since you’d set off together from the port, as if time itself had slowed to a near standstill. 

But if you notice the stiff, deeply bothered way he holds his shoulders, you don’t acknowledge it. You certainly don’t let it dissuade you from prattling on and on, nor do you let his lack of a response stop you either. If he didn’t know any better, he would have almost thought he was traveling with a hyperactive toddler rather than the grown woman walking about two paces behind him. 

“Of course I wasn’t going to let that stop me. It’s not like she’s my mother or anything, and we weren’t even that close to begin with. It didn’t bother me one bit, but the drill sergeant still punished both of us for causing a scene. Oh, and another thing,” You huff, the tone of your voice abruptly taking on a sharp, fine tuned point. “Don’t you think it’s rude not to listen when someone is talking to you? I thought that was the first rule of common decency.” 

“Unfortunately I don’t think it’s possible to tune you out. Trust me, I’ve tried.” He grits, his leather gloves creaking softly when he clenches his hands into tight fists as his sides. “And I’m afraid you’re hardly in any position to talk about the common decency of others. What a joke.” 

You outright guffaw as if he’d offended you, and a petty little part of him sorely hopes he did. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

Finally giving in to the urge, Diluc pivots on his heel and spins around so fast his long ponytail goes flying and you nearly walk right into him. He’s aware he’s tempting fate with this, dominant fingers itching badly to reach for the broadsword strapped across his back, but his patience was long past the point of caring. If he didn’t find a way to shut you up soon, he was very likely going to do something he’d later regret. 

But even after having him aggressively round on you, not only much bigger but physically stronger too, you still don’t seem to get it. Something in your head must not work right because you just narrow your eyes up at him in petulant challenge. “Am I supposed to be scared of you or something?” 

“You probably should be.” 

“Hah! Maybe in your dreams!” 

Drawing a slow, deep breath, Diluc forces himself to count to ten. It does absolutely nothing to cool the flames licking at his chest, making him feel hot and ready to burst. “I suggest you quit being such a brat and actually pay attention to what’s going on around you. This isn’t going to end well if you persist.” 

“Sorry, pretty boy, but I don’t take orders from you.” Stepping forward, you viciously bring your foot down on the toe of his boot and grind your heel in for good measure. 

He hisses, less at the pain and more at the fresh surge of anger that swells in him, but you clearly don’t understand the difference. Looking really quite pleased with yourself, you pull back and move to step around him like that would really be the end of it. He almost couldn’t believe the gall you had. 

“Now, if you would be so kind as to get your ass in gear, we can — waagh!” 

Whipping around, Diluc grabs the back of your hood and jerks you back so hard it takes you right off your feet. He watches you collapse in an inelegant heap on the ground, blinking owlishly at suddenly finding yourself sitting in the grass, but he can’t quite bring himself to feel any sympathy for you. He’d wanted to avoid it coming to this out of respect for the fact you were a woman not even half his size and without even a fraction of his physical strength, but you’d just kept pushing him. You could have stopped. Should have stopped, and now you only had yourself to blame for your current predicament. 

“Wha - how dare you! How dare you put your hands on me like that!” You twist to look up at him from your spot at his feet, trembling slightly with what he thinks must be impotent rage. That was well enough but it wouldn’t do you any good now. Not when he was so incensed he could practically feel his fists igniting, growing hotter with the urge to be done with you once and for all. 

“When we get back I’ll be telling everyone how you treated me! And filing a report too! We’ll see how big and tough you are then won’t we, hotshot?” 

Slowly, Diluc cocks his head to one side. “What makes you think you’ll be making it back from this?” 

You go very still, so abruptly it’s as if someone had taken a photo of you and then superimposed it over reality. He watches the uncertainty and fear slowly start to dawn, comprehension clicking somewhere in that empty skull of yours, but it was much too late. 

Your hand jerks to grab hold of your catalyst where it’s secured at your hip but he’s quicker. Easily, he slaps it right out of your grasping fingers and he isn’t sure if he finds more satisfaction in watching it skim over the grass some few feet away or the horrified look on your face. You try to rally the power of your Delusion anyway but without a physical conduit to channel it through all you manage to do is summon a few impotent sparks around you, and he puts an end to that quickly enough. 

Swooping down, he snags your wrists in his hands and shoves you down on your back. The bodily thump of impact seems to punch the air out of your lungs, making you gasp harshly up at him, but he’s already got you pinned. Trapped, with no way out. Slowly sinking down onto his knees to straddle your thighs, Diluc leans over you so he can put his face in yours and you glare daggers at him, bright eyes alight from within with a wild, powerless heat. 

Looking at you up close like this, he thinks you might have been pretty if only you were not so damned incorrigible. 

“I advised you to stop.” He intones, low and dangerous. “You didn’t listen.” 

“I don’t have to listen to you!” All but hissing and spitting, you violently twist underneath him in an attempt to dislodge him from his perch. It’s no use though. The difference in size is far too great, and he must’ve had at least a hundred pounds in pure muscle mass on you. It was obvious you were at a sore disadvantage here but, still, you try to fight him. Still, you refused to stop. 

The little bit of self control he’d been desperately fighting to maintain shatters, and Diluc aggressively shoves you into the ground, hard. You choke on a frantic, incomprehensible animal sound and flail underneath him, kicking your legs out to try and somehow shove him off or twist your way free. Growling, he drops his pelvis against yours, intending to use his weight to pin you down, but the intense heat between your legs freezes him in place. You feel it too; the tight press against your core, the weight of him in his pants digging into you, and you likewise go still as a statue. 

For a long, tortuous beat, the two of you just stare at each other, panting hard from the exertion as much as the flood of high strung emotions.  

“Was this what you were hoping for all along?” You finally manage to get out with no shortage of effort.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” That’s what he says and yet he doesn’t move. Can’t seem to find the strength or presence of mind to do so. 

Diluc had never before found himself between a woman's legs like this and there was something horribly inviting about the soft cradle of your body, the way his narrow hips slot so nicely into place between them. The cushion of your feminine curves is a welcome relief against his own hard, muscle heavy frame, and he feels a sharp stab of shameful embarrassment when his cock begins to stir against his will. Filling out and stiffening, it instinctively reaches out in search of that overwhelming source of heat coming off you. 

Your eyes go big and round, flashing at him in disbelief and anger alike. “Get off me.” You hiss. 

“Why should I?” He snaps right back, unable to decide which he hated more. The thought of standing his ground, actually seeing this through to the end, or backing off and letting you think you’d somehow won. He should have known better than to be so headstrong and impulsive. 

“Bastard … unless you’re actually going to do something with this,” You buck your hips and pointedly roll your body against him, grinding yourself on that heavy bulge. “Then you need to back off. I don’t know who you think you are but - -“ 

Snarling, Diluc slams his mouth against yours just to shut you up. You let out a muffled squawk of surprise, evidently not having expected him to actually call your bluff, and he takes advantage of that to shove his tongue into your mouth, practically choking you with it. Struggling against him, you try to bite him but he just bites back in retaliation, and the kiss quickly becomes something that’s more teeth than lips. He isn’t quite sure what he’s doing or why he’s doing it, but his body seems to move with a purpose of its own. 

Juggling his hold on your wrists to one hand — it was easy to do when his were so much bigger than yours — he keeps them pinned down in the grass while the other reaches up to fumble with the strap across his chest. He manages to yank it loose so that the claymore slides off his back and he quickly shoves it to the side, well out of reach, before you can try anything enterprising. Then that hand is grabbing at your waist, squeezing tight enough to make you whimper against his mouth, before roughly dragging it higher to curve over the swell of one breast. He doesn’t miss the way you flinch at the contact but he also doesn’t overlook how you shudderingly arch into him, presenting your breasts to his seeking hand. 

He hadn’t exactly expected that but somehow it comes as a great relief all the same. It was clear to him now that he wasn’t going to back down no matter how much you raised the stakes or flippantly dared him to do it, whether for his own pride or this instinctive urge he felt to put you in your place …and knowing you were perhaps not so unwilling would help him feel better about this. Whatever this was. 

Suddenly tearing your mouth from his while he’s distracted with your chest, you turn your head and suck in a ragged, gasping breath of air. “I didn’t take you for the sort … I thought for sure you were going to blush like a fool and change your mind.” You pant, laughter dancing in your voice. “You always act so prim and proper, like you’re so much better than everyone else.” 

His annoyance starting to spike again, Diluc reaches up to grab you face in a pinching, ironclad hold and he yanks you back around, forcing you to look up at him. “That’s because I am.” 

Your eyes widen slightly but he doesn’t give you the chance to think of something cute to say back. Firmly holding you in place, he claims your mouth again and this time you all but melt into him, aggressively kissing him back as your legs lock around his hips. You meet him tit for tat, matching his energy and giving him exactly what he gives you. For every punishing bite of his teeth, you nip him right back until the bitter taste of blood floods his tongue. For every eager, grinding thrust of his pelvis you roll your body into his and press up hard on the weight in his slacks. You’re evenly matched in this regard, it seemed; and eventually, reluctantly, he releases your wrists. 

Hands flying up, you viciously grab at his hair, one set of fingers digging into his scalp while the other latches onto his ponytail and tugs. He snarls into your mouth and, to his surprise, you growl right back. Spurned on, Diluc blindly reaches down to yank at your top, shoving your sleek jacket aside so he can pull at the flimsy material keeping your breasts from him. They spill out in a sudden flood of fleshy, bountiful skin but he barely has enough time to even acknowledge this fact, let alone appreciate it. 

For your hands are wildly tearing at his own jacket, his own collar, and he grimaces at the quiet snap of latches and hooks giving out under the force. He can’t help but feel like he’s losing, somehow. Like against all the odds stacked against you, you’ve managed to one up him by meeting him head on like this. He thinks this game of chicken probably ended some time ago and now you were just a woman and a man battling it out for dominance, clashing in the deep rooted, primal way the sexes have always clashed, but he wanted so badly to best you. To put you in your place and remind you which one of you was truly in control here. 

It certainly wasn’t you and, growling low in his throat, Diluc pulls back with a decisive motion so he can grab at the lower half of your tight bodysuit. He can’t figure out how to get it off without taking the time to completely undress you though. It’s too complicated, too many snaps and hooks. Completely ignoring your gasping protests, he takes two big handfuls of the form fitting material and tears it open at the crotch. The smell of charred, burning fibers immediately hits his nose and he has to remind himself to keep his Vision under control as you yelp and squawk, loudly complaining about having your outfit not only ripped but singed too. 

In any other situation he would have been deeply embarrassed at losing control like that, about letting his self control slip enough to allow flames to lick along his fingertips, but not now. Not when he’s looking down at your cute, pudgy little cunt; so soft and inviting, and glistening faintly in the sunlight. Feeling light headed and dizzy, and like he’s having some kind of out of body experience while someone else dictates his actions, he reaches down to free his straining cock with quick, jerky motions. 

Distantly, he’s aware of you hemming and hawing, and he thinks you’re probably trying to (rightfully) tell him off for being such a brute about it. He can’t seem to stop though and, guiding himself in one hand, he quickly lines up with your body and starts to push inside. You go ramrod stiff at the press of his tip sinking into your folds and creases, sliding along sticky wet lips until he catches at your entrance. The heat is immediately overwhelming and indescribable, his mouth falling open to groan but nothing comes out. It’s hard just to breathe when the profound sensation of having his cock gripped by the tight, wet warmth of your body seems to overload all his senses and short circuit his brain all at once. Suddenly all he can focus on is the way you take him, inch by staggering inch, the fit snug but accommodating when your cunt slowly relents under the pressure and grants him entry. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before, the backs of his eyes stinging as he finally finishes pressing his pelvis into yours, seated in you straight down to the base. 

The sound of you groaning softly, as if in a hushed, half delirious daze, brings him back to the moment. Forces his reeling consciousness to return, and he looks down at you, spread open for him in the grass. You don’t seem to really even notice or care that your tits are hanging out in the open for anyone who might happen by to see (there hasn’t been another soul for miles now) or that your legs are shamelessly spread wide around his waist without so much as a hint of shame to show for it (not that you could have closed them even if you’d want to) and that strikes a particularly resentful chord within him. 

Archons, he really did hate you. He’d thought women were supposed to be prone to subtlety, demure restraint and timid reservation when engaging with a man like this and yet … here you are, arching under him like a whore and impatiently bucking your hips, urging him to move. It was filthy. Disgraceful. Lurid in a way that made him feel dirty by association. 

And he’d never been so turned on in all his life. 

A deep, rumbling moan vibrates through his chest as he leans over you, pressing his face into the sweat-dampened crook of your neck. He tries to catch his breath, tries to ignore the way your guts eagerly squeeze around his cock as if you were trying to milk the soul right out of him, and he fails miserably on both fronts. Digging his fingers into the soil and grass in an attempt to steady himself, he draws a heavy, shaking breath. 

“You’d better not misinterpret this as me liking you.” He grumbles, giving his hips an experimental thrust. All he seems to succeed in doing is rocking against you though, his cock wedged so deep inside your cunt it would have taken a miracle to pull him out. 

“Funny. I was just thinking the same thing.” You sigh, dreamy and distant, and not nearly as affected by this as he’d (hoped?) expected you to be. 

Realizing he’s going to have to move in earnest if he wants to change that, Diluc shifts against you to better settle on his knees and give himself the leverage he needed. You moan very quietly at the redistribution of his weight, only to choke on an incoherent exclamation when he angles his cock back, luxuriating in the stilted drag, and the following snap of his hips. The force of the thrust nudges you where you’re laying on the ground, and he can tell by the way your expression pinches and darkens that you like it. So he does it again and then again, quickly settling into a rhythm that leaves him panting over top of you, groaning at the mind numbing squeeze of your body. 

The quiet sound of skin slapping against skin seems to dominate the air on this lonely little stretch of picturesque mountains and hills, serving as an efficient beat to time his thrusts to. He loses himself in it, lets it swallow him up and drown him in a way he’s never quite allowed himself to get swept up in anything else. So focused on driving his cock into you, he almost misses you reaching up for his ponytail only to snarl low in his chest when you suddenly jerk on it, pulling his attention down. So much for that idea, then. 

“Your mind is wandering.” It’s a statement, not a question. 

“Unlike you,” He manages to grit out. “I have a sense of propriety and I’m trying to imagine doing this somewhere a bit more appropriate.” 

The grin that cuts across your face is a little mean, but mostly full of mischief. “I don’t buy that for one second, hotshot. It’s all you can do just to stop yourself from blowing right here and now, isn’t it?” 

Diluc’s once (relatively) steady thrusts falter, surprise washing over him and turning his cheeks hot. “Crass woman.” He murmurs, bending close to catch your mouth again — to shut you up, he tells himself. Strictly just to shut up. 

Of course it wasn’t because he enjoyed the taste of you on his tongue, nor did he really find having sex with you all that exciting. It was just his body reacting as it was naturally inclined to do and nothing more. 

That’s why he slips a hand between his body and yours so he can fondle your breasts with his gloved hand, but he certainly doesn’t like the way your stiff nipples slip and slide against the smooth material. That’s why he doesn’t stop you when, mewling with an increased tinge of urgency, you reach down to rub hasty circles over the apex of your slit, and he most assuredly does not enjoy watching you play with yourself or the way it makes your guts clamp down on him even tighter. It’s why he fucks into you faster, harder, as if his hips have a mind of their own, and they quickly start to stumble over the rhythm he’d fallen into, but he doesn’t find much joy in the way his balls tighten and draw up, so close to the edge he could practically taste it. 

It’s just a means to an end, he tries desperately to tell himself, even as he throws his head back and practically roars up at the sky, shooting rope after hot rope deep into your waiting cunt. You let out a tiny little yelp of surprise and then moan so luridly it sends another rush of orgasmic bliss racing down his spine to settle there. For a brief moment he worries he’s going to pass out, the force of his release was just that strong, and the way you tighten your legs around his waist to hold him there, keeping him in place, so you can grind on him and frantically rub your clit doesn’t help him in the slightest. Seething through his teeth at the overstimulation to his spent cock, he watches you shatter and jerk, falling into a fit of spasms that makes your tits jiggle and bounce. The sight alone is almost enough to have him springing up at attention again but he quickly disengages himself from you before that can come to fruition when you finally loosen your hold on him a moment later. 

Shifting back to survey the damage, he’s immediately hit with an intense, suffocating sense of regret when he sees the creamy discharge slowly oozing out of your body in a sticky rivulet. “I shouldn’t have done that.” He blurts, the sincere note of apology in his voice surprising even him. 

“You probably shouldn’t have.” You agree, still basking in the afterglow of your release and evidently quite content there in the grass. “But what’s done is done. I’ll take care of it later.” 

“When?” He demands, his tone hardening enough to make you glance up. 

With a wicked smile, you lift one leg into the air and reach down under your thigh to press your fingers into the meat of your pussy, pulling yourself open just to further taunt him. “If you’re so worried about it then why don’t you come clean up this mess you made yourself? It shouldn’t be my responsibility just because you can’t control yourself.” 

His face flushing profusely, Diluc quickly finds his feet and sets about putting himself in order with sharp, jerky motions. Strangely though, that blinding anger he’d felt not even twenty minutes ago seems to have dissipated in the lingering haze of his orgasm, and he curses under his breath. Apparently you were going to live to see another day. “You are truly the most filthy, incorrigible woman I have ever seen. I really can’t stand you.” 

You snicker as he turns away, lilting voice trailing after him when he moves to retrieve his sword from the ground. “Believe me, the feeling is resoundingly mutual.”

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Crossposted: here

#genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #self insert bullshit

[slightlyunconventional]

told you i was writing a fic B) this took me #hours but i do not regret it. so here have three and a half thousand words worth of k/az and his miserable cold-ridden self !

careful care (in which k/az b/rekker has like the worst cold ever and i/nej cares for him as much as he'll let her)

Kaz didn’t think it was possible to have a personal vendetta against a celestial body, however the shaft of sunlight prying his eyes open seemed determined to prove him wrong. Despite this, the grasps of sleep tried their damnedest to drag him back down into their depths, however his dozy state was quickly eradicated by a sharp tickle in his nose. He found himself muffling a pair of sneezes clumsily into the soft fabric of his duvet.

“-hehH’tTSHhiew! huh’shHHiew!”

The double was followed by a series of shaky coughs directed loosely into his raised fist. This was not about to be a good day. With a groan, Kaz hauled himself out of bed, reluctant to abandon the warmth of his sheets. He grimaced at the spasms of pain that shot up his bad leg as put pressure on it standing up - it always hurt first thing in the morning, but the pain was much more pronounced today. Decidedly ignoring the pain, Kaz began getting dressed. He pulled on a crisp white shirt, black trousers, and fastened a deep maroon tie around his neck, his every move punctuated by increasingly wet sniffles. He swiped up his cane from where it leaned against his bedside table and made his way to the desk to consult his watch - eleven bells. He’d slept in. Panic jolted through him as he realised how long he’d been asleep and very much vulnerable for, hell, any miserable wretch could have done anything to him and he wouldn’t have known. He tried to shake the thought from his head. Kaz coughed sharply again, displeased at the scratch it left behind in his throat. He headed out of the room, across the corridor and into the bathroom, where he slipped off his gloves and set them down beside the sink, before turning on the faucet and splashing water onto his face. As he attempted to tame the pillow-induced mess that was his hair, Kaz noted the pallor taken on by his face, and elected to ignore it, even more so the way it made the pink hue of his nose stand out painfully. He sighed and dried his hands, then his face. Almost immediately, he found himself needing to sneeze again. His only option was to catch them in the towel, so he braced it tighter against his face.

“heh-heHH’sSHHhuuh! -tTSHHh!”

Clicking his tongue in disgust, Kaz slipped his gloves back on, and made his way downstairs.

Kaz descended the creaky stairs of the Slat, gritting his teeth against the twinge his knee gave with every step. He reached the bottom, paused to let his leg rest for even the briefest moment, and rounded the corner into the living room - a room not particularly comfortable or cosy, but enough for the five of them to spend quiet mornings or evenings playing cards games at the table. Wylan, Jesper, and Nina were sitting on the worn sofa, talking animatedly about something Kaz didn’t care to listen in on, for his nose was burning ferociously again. He took a step back, almost backing out of the door, and twisted himself around so he was facing away from the room, and announced his presence with a rather heavy sneeze into his elbow.

“HhuH’dDJSHHhuuh!”

A chorus of “bless you”s sounds from around the room, along with a snarky “Took you long enough,” from Jesper. Kaz nodded in acknowledgement of the blessings, and ignored Jesper’s comment. Inej appeared from the kitchen and approached Kaz. She handed him a steaming mug (one of a set of five gifted to the group by Inej, having each of their initials on it - this one was black with the letter ‘K’ painted in gold) of coffee.

“I made you this as soon as I heard you wake up. Everything okay?”

Kaz took the mug from her. “Thank you,” he said quietly, “I was just tired last night, I think.”

Inej’s eyes narrowed slightly as she regarded him. As though calling himself out for lying, Kaz turned quickly to the side with a sharp set of coughs which shook his chest. He could see the concern growing in Inej’s face, by the shine of her brown eyes and the furrow forming between her dark brows. “Maybe tea would have been better,” she observed, “but I know how much you hate being coddled, so just take care of yourself, alright?”

The taller man nodded stiffly as Inej returned to Jesper, Wylan, and Nina’s lively conversation. Kaz sighed and sat in his chair, allowing himself to relax a little as he listened to them talk - something about a fight in the bar the previous night. He hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of that. He sipped his coffee, throat half soothed by the drink’s warmth, half irritated further by the bitter taste. The steam wafting up from the mug made his nose threaten to start running, so he pawed at it absently with a gloved knuckle. The faint beginnings of a tickle began to bloom somewhere high, deep, behind the bridge of his nose. He continued rubbing at his nose to try and alleviate the sensation. However, his scrubbing made the tickle quickly worse, barely giving him a chance to think before he was sneezing again.

“-hh-haAHh’sSCHhuh! heh’sSHHhew! H-haahh…” He lifted his head gingerly from his elbow, only to find himself almost straight away gasping deeply as another sneeze made its presence known. “haAH’kKSHHhuuh!”

Kaz sniffled thickly as he received another round of blessings. Everyone except Inej resumed their animated conversation, who kept her eyes trained on Kaz. Kaz knew full well that he’d come down with a cold - and a viciously sneezy one, at that - but he wasn’t willing to admit it to himself, though he was fairly certain that Inej knew about it, somehow. She always did. The smaller girl shifted her chair closer to his, and she produced a box of tissues from under the coffee table, where it was always kept. Kaz looked down at it with supreme displeasure, then back at Inej with the same look. He sniffled a couple of times, thoroughly tempted by the tissues Inej was offering him. Instead of taking them, though, like any sensible person would, he sighed, stood up, and left the room. Kaz caught a faint, “What’s his problem?” from Nina as he turned to go back upstairs.

He swayed slightly on the first few steps, his head hot and fuzzy from standing up so quickly, but forced himself to regain balance, determinedly dismissing the screaming pain radiating from his leg. Finally, Kaz reached his office. He regretted stationing himself at the top of the building more than he cared to quantify. Not even a second after slumping down in his chair was Kaz building up to sneeze yet again. He didn’t much fancy the idea of sneezing into his shirt sleeve again, so he fought desperately against his hitching breaths and prickling nostrils while rummaging frantically through his desk drawers for a handkerchief. His hands shook gradually more and more as the need to sneeze doubled, tripled, quadrupled- then his fingers closed around what he was looking for: a neat square of burgundy fabric patterned faintly with an intricate floral design. Just to his luck, he sneezed, wet and harsh, just before the handkerchief reached his face.

“-hhuUHh’GKKTSHHhuh!” The explosion left a fine mist hanging upon the air in front of him. “Saindts,” he said, appalled at himself, then even further repulsed by the dense congestion in his voice. Annoyed, Kaz sniffed thickly, only to find that his whole head, particularly his sinuses, felt as though it's been packed tightly with cotton wool. Now in the privacy of his own office, he slipped off his gloves, lay back in his chair and huffs, dragging a finger under his nose, rather annoyed by how full it felt. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a cold as awful as this one, and Saints, it progressed fast. He recalled feeling perfectly fine the night before, maybe a sniffle here and there, but nothing more. Now he felt like someone was pinching his nose shut so he couldn’t breathe out of it, forcing him to swallow razor blades, and repeatedly kicking him in the side of the head. He was miserable. With another sigh, Kaz leaned forward and put his head in his hands, balls of his palms pressed firmly onto his eyes, forcefully willing away the headache he knew was well on its way. As if the agony in his head wasn’t enough, the itch in his nose reignited. Kaz lifted his head in annoyance and snatched the red handkerchief back up, just in time for-

“HehH’gkKTSCHHhiiew!” A very wet sneeze, so much so that he had to pinch the handkerchief over his face to wipe the mess from his face as he pulled away from it. “Ugh,” he breathed, grimacing in disgust. Kaz ran a hand through his hair, letting out an annoyed breath. He felt he ought to do something productive, even though he could hardly breathe through his nose and his head was pricking with the ominous threat of a migraine. Returning back to his desk drawers, Kaz produced a binder of paperwork and made a reluctant start on it.

He couldn’t put his heart into it, and his hand nearly refused to keep the pen in its grip, but he managed a fair stack of papers over the next hour, albeit an hour of abundant sniffles and scattered with rattling coughs. By the time he gave up trying to work, his head was pounding deeply, his throat was as raw as anything, and his nose felt stickier with congestion than ever. He thought he’d escaped the sneezing, but much to his dismay, he was hitching again with a ferocious prickle in his nostrils.

“haAHh’kKZSHHhuh! -aAH’KTSCHH-huh!” Two harsh sneezes, aimed lazily into a half-heartedly lifted arm (though most of it is directed into the open air to his side). His breath snagged again immediately after the double, but nothing happened. Kaz felt his brows draw closer together. He was stuck in a torturous, tickly limbo. He lifted his arm closer to his face, as though to coax the sneeze he so desperately needed with a comfortable landing spot - to no avail. In desperation, he shifted his blurry, watery gaze up to the light fixture on the ceiling. The itch climaxed and Kaz gasped deeply. Inej entered the room, pushing the door open in her usual quiet manner. Kaz sneezed, loud and grating.

“HaAHh’kKZZSCHHhuuh! Fucking…” Before he could say anything to Inej, he was dragged into a fit of tearing coughs, each of which feeling like knives against his already sore throat.

“Saints, bless you, Kaz,” said Inej, “That’s one hell of a cold you’ve got there.” Kaz looked up, about to ask how she knew about him being sick, but stopped himself. She always knew.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” he said to her, the rasp in his voice amplified tenfold, “I can’t get you sick.”

Inej smiled reassuringly. “You won’t get me sick. Just let me help you, okay?” Kaz hesitated, reluctant to accept her care. At last, he gave her a single, stiff nod. “I’ll fix you some tea, first off. It’ll help with that throat.” Inej disappeared from the room and down the stairs.

-

Inej headed downstairs and into the kitchen, where she put some water on to boil and got out the ingredients for one of her mother’s tea recipes, one meant to ease congestion and relax an inflamed throat - perfect for Kaz, she thought. While Inej waited for the water to boil, Nina came in.

“What’s up with Brekker, then?” she asked. Inej shook her head, almost in exasperation.

“He’s got a dreadful cold. Sneezing and coughing all over the place,” replied Inej. Nina tilted her head with sympathy.

“Bless him. Want me to see to him? I can probably help him out,” Nina offered, gesturing vaguely with her hands to indicate her Heartrender power. Inej shook her head.

“Thank you, but he’s reluctant to even let me in there with him.” Inej leaned against the counter. “He’s tiring, sometimes, Kaz,” she said with a sigh. Nina snorted.

“You can say that again.”

Inej smiled at her as the water finished boiling. “I’d better get to making his tea,” she said.

“Best hope he doesn’t die drinking something that isn’t pitch-black coffee, eh?” teased Nina, “Good luck with him. Let me know if you need any help, sweet.”

Inej nodded as Nina left the room with a little wave. She sighed again and began preparing the tea, a soothing floral blend with a teaspoon of honey stirred in. Inej picked up the mug and made her way back upstairs, careful not to spill any on her way up. She wondered why Kaz insisted on having his office on the top floor, what with his cane and everything.

When she reached Kaz’s room, she tapped on the door, then pushed it open slowly when she received no reply. Inej was met with a sight she didn’t expect - Kaz Brekker, asleep at his desk, head resting upon his folded arms. She’d hardly been downstairs ten minutes and he’d already fallen asleep. He must really not be feeling good, she thought with worry. Kaz’s breathing was soft, though slightly laboured due to congestion. Inej set the mug down on the desk beside him and returned to the door, unhooking his high-collared great-coat from the peg on the back of it. She draped it over his sleeping form, tucking it snugly around his shoulders. Then, she picked up a pen and a scrap of paper from the desk and wrote a note in her tidy handwriting - “Sorry if the tea is cold, I didn’t want to wake you. Feel better soon.” She signed off the note with a tiny love heart and placed it next to the mug. There wasn’t much else Inej could do, so she decided to head back downstairs. As she reached the bottom, she saw Nina again who cast her a puzzled glance.

“Asleep,” said Inej. Nina mouthed “Ah,” then offered her arm to Inej who gratefully looped her own arm through Nina’s.

“We’re playing blackjack in here, if you want to join us. It’s a bit… chaotic, though. Jesper doesn’t seem to know how to count to twenty-one.” Inej giggled at that, and allowed Nina to lead her into the living room.

The four of them played cards for a couple of hours, and Inej let her worries about Kaz ease during their rowdy games. Nina was right - Jesper kept insisting that seven and nine summed to twenty-one, despite Wylan repeatedly telling him that that actually makes sixteen. He also kept having to be reminded that an ace card doubles as both one and eleven, due to his uproar when Nina supposedly won with a ten and an ace. “But that only makes eleven!” he’d shouted amidst Inej’s giddy peals of laughter and Nina’s whoops of victory. After they finished what felt like their hundredth game, Inej lay back in her seat, face aching from grinning and her heart sufficiently full. Jesper and Nina announced that they were going to make dinner together (definitely a bad combination in the kitchen) and took off through the door. As they left, Wylan and Inej heard a sneeze echo through the Slat’s walls. Being two stories above them, the sound was muffled, but it was still evident that it was loud and harsh. They exchanged concerned glances. Inej sighed.

“He’s awake. I’d better go and check on him,” she said. Wylan nodded, muttering something about making sure the building doesn’t burn down, before hurrying off to the kitchen. Inej headed for the stairs, picking up the pace as another sneeze reverberated from above her. When she reached Kaz’s room, he was standing up, a hand braced against his desk to keep himself upright. He exploded into a fit of wracking coughs, the outburst topped off with a third wrenching sneeze.

“h-huuhh…heh-ehHH’ZZSCHHhiew!” He looked doubly exhausted afterwards. His nose was a brilliant shade of red by this point, and his eyes possessed a distinct glassy quality that wasn’t nearly as evident two hours prior.

“Kaz,” Inej said quietly.

“I’m- I’m okay,” said Kaz, voice hoarse from all the coughs and sneezes tearing up his throat.

“Kaz,” she repeated, voice still gentle but firmer than before. He sighed, shoulders sagging.

“Inej, I’m- I don’t-” He closed his eyes, sighed again, and continued, “‘m cold, head hurts, and I keep… keep-” His breath caught, “-s-sdeezihH-!” The tail end of his sentence was lifted by the need to sneeze, and he did so, into his elbow.

“h-haAHh’zZSHHhew! Ohh…” The sneeze conveyed perfectly the sheer exhaustion in Kaz’s bones to Inej.

“Saints’ blessings,” she said, head tilted in sympathy, “You really ought to get some sleep. Though, have you eaten today?”

Kaz paused, then shook his head hesitantly. “Oh, Kaz,” Inej said softly. She ponders for a moment, “Well, do you feel like eating anything?” He shook his head again, knuckling at his nose with one hand. Clearly, he noticed the way Inej deflated a little at his words, and said, voice thick with miserable congestion, “I cad try to… to eat somethidng.”

Inej smiled. “That’s good enough for me,” she said, “Jesper and Nina are cooking tonight - terrifying, I know -” she added upon seeing Kaz’s expression, “so I can bring you up a plate if you like?”

Kaz shook his head at her. “I haven’t moved from here all day, practically. I thidk my leg would just about give up if I didn’t move myself somewhere,” he said, still sniffling.

“Alright,” Inej replied, “Can I at least get you to blow your nose? You sound awfully stuffed up.”

“Fine,” Kaz said. Inej smiled softly again, and picked up the red handkerchief from his desk. “Ah- that’s, uh,” Kaz started. Inej’s brows lifted in realisation.

“Right,” she said, “I’ll get some tissues.”

-

Dinner went mostly uneventfully. Nobody paid much mind to Kaz’s affliction, for which he was very grateful. He couldn’t find his appetite - something he knew would upset Inej - so he spent most of the time pushing food around his plate with a fork, sniffling thickly all the while. Inej cast him a few sideways glances that he determinedly ignored. He’d already let his guard down enough. The congestion was still heavy in his head, forcing him to breathe through his mouth, which irritated his inflamed throat more than Kaz thought was even possible. That meant he had to force back a number of coughing fits throughout the meal. He found himself thoroughly distracted, and dare he say bored, while the others talked around him, though even if he wanted to, it wasn’t like he’d actually be able to get a word in edgeways. He was beginning to zone out, when suddenly, his nose began burning with an incessant tickle, one so fiery and abundant that there was nothing he could do to stop the oncoming outbursts. He pushed his chair quickly back from the table, chest heaving rapidly. The piercing squeal of the seat against the floor pulled four sets of eyes onto him, but he couldn’t be bothered to care that he was being watched for his nose was too busy practically twitching with need as he ducked desperately into the crook of his arm to muffle a series of sneezes.

“heh-haAH-hHH’KZZSCHHhiew! ‘hKXTSCHhuuh! haAh’gkKSCHH-huh! huUHh’kKXZSCHhew! ‘gGKTSCHHh!” Five sneezes burst from him, each one heavier and messier than the last. Once he was done, his chest was rising and falling in exhausted pants, and it was all he could do to hide his streaming nose behind his gloved hand. The table seemed stunned into silence, and for good reason - not one of them (not even Kaz himself) had ever witnessed him sneeze like that before. Kaz avoided meeting anyone’s gaze. Inej was the first to act, since she had thorough experience with sick Barrel bosses. She tapped his shoulder gently as he attempted to recover from the wrenching fit.

“I think it’s time you got some rest, hey?” she murmured to him. Kaz nodded vaguely, blearily. Inej stood up, then held her arms out as a caution for Kaz while he jerkily hauled himself out of his own chair.

Once they finally reached Kaz’s room, Inej sat him down on his bed.

“I’ll leave you to sort yourself out in a minute - I’m sure you don’t want me stripping you down and tucking you in,” she said with a wink, “How’s that head?”

Kaz lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Still hurts,” he mumbled tiredly. She nodded.

“I’ll get a glass of water, then. Do you mind if I check you for fever? I’d just have to touch your cheeks and forehead. It’s fine if not, though.” Kaz hesitated, looking wary, but finally he nodded. Inej sat down on the bed next to him and gently pressed the backs of her fingers to Kaz’s face, first to each of his cheeks, and then to his forehead. Throughout the process, she repeated to him, barely a whisper, “I’m here, you’re safe, we’re safe.” Her soft voice threatened to slide his eyes shut. She took her hand from his face.

“You’re a little warm, but it should clear up after you get some sleep.” Kaz nodded, eyes half-lidded as though he was about to drift off where he was sat. He knuckled gently at his nose again, but the touch teased two more sneezes out of him which he just barely caught in exhausted hands.

“heh-hehH’zZSHhiew! huh’tshHHhuh! Mmh…” Inej smiled sympathetically.

“Get yourself changed, okay? I can’t have you falling asleep in a shirt and tie. I’ll fetch that water.”

#YAY!! #this took ages but i did have a good time writing it sooo #apologies also for any errors with tense since the plan i wrote for this was in present tense but the fic itself is in past tense #so very sorry for any present tense that possibly snuck in #snz #s/hadow and b/one #snzblr #snz kink #snz blog #snzario #sneeze kink #snzfic

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Hiiii

Me again ^w^

Anyways-

Can u do Male reader with the SF gang when a pitbull outbreak happens, and he like- TAMES THEM

Cus yk he's the animal whisperer 🤭

Thanks :))

~☆

Today was a TRIP…a freaking pitbull escaped from its owners yard and was now parading the goddamn streets. Barking at people, trying to bite people, it was crazy and everyone was inside their house hiding from this dog.

Despite yall being in an apartment you were still freaking scared! Well, not you though but your friends definitely were!

Larry was freaking his ass out. Cause he is on the first floor and he doesn’t roll with that because what if the pitbull comes inside the building and breaks into his apartment and eats him and his mom?

Ash doesn’t live in the apartments (Does she? Idk i’m too lazy to go check) BUT she was with you during the pitbull outbreak! She was kinda nervous herself since she’s heard many stories about pitbull attacks and it is NOT pretty.

Sal? He’s scared. He ran to your door because he was panicking and freaking out and a nervous wreck and you let him in because of how bad he was in that state and it worried you a lot

Todd was fine. He was just chilling minding his business. But he would just come to your house just because.

Soon enough Larry would be making a run for your house as well. All of yall are cooped up inside your house as if it’s an underground safety zone. You guys have been in your house for a few hours trying to wait out this pitbull outbreak.

“…Imagine if I went outside and tried to pet the pitbull.” You would speak out randomly. It gets dead silent in the room and every single one of your friends are staring at you like your insane.

“BITCH NO SIT YOUR ASS DOWN SOMEWHERE…” Larry shouted at you frantically. But you didn’t listen. Soon enough you took a dash to the elevator before they could even stop you.

Soon you were on the first level and you headed straight out of the apartment and looked around for the pitbull. You then began to also parade the streets for the loose dog with determination. You nearly jumped right of the ground when you heard a loud bark from behind you. You turned around and you were met face to face with the pitbull that has been causing issues around the place.

Your friends looked for you i’m sorry. Only god knows what that dog had! It may have rabies or anything! Larry claimed that the dog had “Dogaritis” and they all looked at him weird. When they finally found you they stood there in shock at you petting the pitbull and talking in a sweet tone as you smiled down at it.

“Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAN?!” Larry exclaimed in terror. “ITS GONNA BITE YOU-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! You gonna make it mad!” You shouted back as you continued to pet the dog happily. Your friends just stood there watching you from a few feet away (Sal was further away for personal reasons).

Soon, pest control came and you were very sad that the pitbull is gone. Your animal whisperer powers only can go so far😔 But your friends were still shocked that you were able to take that crazy ass dog. They are over here worried half the death about you only to come find out that your over here petting the damn thing…what are they going to do with you?

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The Difference Between There and Here

Heyo

So it’s been a holiday, right? For me it’s Christmas which means going home to the frozen wastelands my parents live in. But it’s pretty. And as one does, I got lonely being home, and I’ve been super in love with Simon “Ghost” Riley, so this happened. It is extremely self indulgent and technically not finished. But I wanted to post it anyway, so I chopped it up, glued it back together, and made this little thing out of it.

Maybe one day I’ll finish it in the way I originally planned, but for now, this is how it is.

Warnings: Christmas talk, travel, forbidden relationship, snow, family, no pancakes, threat of bad tea. Some vague allusions to naughty things. idk it’s pretty tame.

Anywho

~~~

“You got any plans for Christmas, hen?” Soap asked. I was laying on the couch in the rec room, feet over one armrest, face to the army grade ceiling. It wasn’t often we got leave around a holiday, but the stars had aligned, and we’d been cleared to go our separate ways, go home, go anywhere we wanted.

“I’m going to go home, I think. Haven’t been back in what? Three years?” I was staring at the places where the tiles of the ceiling connected. My parents didn’t understand where I was or what I did for a job. They just knew I worked in England for the government. They didn’t even know which government employed me. Even so, I was kind enough to not explain how closely I walked with death so they didn’t worry about me anymore than necessary.

“I bet they’ll be happy to see you,” Soap smiled. “I’m going to see me mam too,” 

“I’ll bring you treats from my mom if you promise to bring me back some from yours,” I grinned back.

“Deal,” He said.

“What’s got you all smilie,” Ghost entered the rec room from behind the couch, so I couldn’t see the tall man until he put his hands on the back of the couch above me.

“Just talking about Christmas,” Soap said. “Say, you got any plans LT?” 

“No,” Was all he said as a reply. I looked up at him and while he glanced down at me briefly, he kept his eyes on Soap.

“Wanna come home with me?” Soap asked, batting his eyes like a teenage girl. I could almost hear Ghost’s eyes roll.

“Negative,” Ghost said.

“Oh come on, my mam would love to have another mouth to feed, I was gonna ask y/n, but she’s heading home to her own family,” Soap said it as if it was such a crime for me to go to my own family.

“I’m sorry to abandon you so heartlessly,” I was grinning though. Soap sighed dramatically.

“Well, I’m going to go pack up my shit, I’m leaving in a few hours,” Soap stood and stretched, his shirt riding up since he hadn’t had it tucked in properly.

“Merry Christmas!” I called after him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll call you,” Soap made a cheesy phone gesture as he waved at us. He was gone just like that.

“You really not doing anything, Ghost?” I asked, laying my head back to look at him. His eyes were tracing my face in that way that made my cheeks get hot.

“Affirmative,” He said, just staring at me. I frowned slightly. 

“There anywhere you’d like to go?” I asked.

“Not really,” He leaned down on the back of the couch and reached out to poke me in the cheek. “I’ll just be here, do some paperwork, read,” 

“You want some company for that?” I teased him. He moved to run the last knuckle of his finger along my cheek. Without realizing it I leaned into the touch.

“No, you’ve got your own plans,” His eyes were trained on the spot his finger held against my cheek. I hummed at him.

“I don’t want you to be alone on Christmas,” I told him.

“Wouldn’t be the first time, likely won’t be the last,” He drew his hand back, but his eyes remained on my face.

“You could come home with me,” I told him. “It’s nothing fancy, just my parents and me. No big crazy parties or giant family gatherings. Just the three of us and some shitty movies and way too much food.” 

“That sounds nice,” Ghost said. “But no,”

“Why not?”

“Don’t want to scare your mother,” He deflected. 

“Oh please,” I rolled my eyes at him. Ghost was smiling behind his fabric mask, just barely. I could tell by the way his eyes softened.

“I’ll be fine here,” Ghost said again.

“I’ll be better if you came with me,” I told him. This made him look away. We hadn’t talked about feelings yet. But there was always something there in the air between us. Nevermind the nights we found ourselves with nothing between us at all.

“You best be careful how you say that,” I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Might give me the wrong idea,” 

“You offering to come keep my bed warm tonight then?” I asked with a smirk of my own.

“Officially, I have to say no,” 

“Hasn’t stopped you before,” I reminded him with a cheeky grin. He hummed slightly. “But really, I’m leaving in the morning, 0800, if you change your mind.” I stood up and stretched like Soap had. His eyes followed the movement, a hungry glint visible above his mask.

I winked at him before heading towards my bunk, hoping he’d follow me, but knowing he likely would not.

I spent most of the night packing my gear and digging out my civilian stuff. I had a separate phone, keys to my car back home, some various other keys, exactly two sets of clothes I could never wear on base, and my stash of cash that I kept for just this sort of situation.

I went to bed, duffle packed up and waiting by the door. I settled into the bunk and sort of wished Simon had followed me to bed, if only just to say goodbye.

I woke up at the same time as always, a habit from living with the 141 for so long now. I finished my morning routine easily enough, but imagine my surprise when I returned to my room to find a tall shadow waiting for me at my door, his duffle bag over his shoulder.

“Good morning,” I said, eyebrow raised. He watched me open my door.

“Plane leaves soon,” Ghost said from the doorway.

“It does,” I agreed. I picked up my own bag and came back out into the hall. “You joining me LT?” 

“Figured you needed someone to keep an eye on you,” He shrugged. I scoffed at him.

“Sure,” But I shut my door and started heading for the hanger, Ghost following me like a shadow.

It was a long journey home. 

Across an ocean to the East Coast of the US. Another flight to the Twin Cities and a puddle jumper that Ghost barely fit in to get to the center of Wisconsin. The state I grew up in. The state I had lived in for most of my life.

I called my mom after we’d picked up my banana yellow pickup truck.

“Hey mom,” I smiled as my call was answered. “Guess who’s in town?”

“Baby!” My mom’s voice came over the radio. “Are you really?”

“Yup, and we’re about 2 hours away.” 

“‘We’re’?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m bringing someone home for Christmas,” I said. I could feel Ghost staring at me from the passenger seat, but I chose to ignore him, keeping my eyes on the road.

“Ooooh?” My mom was excited and reverted to a twelve year old girl. “Who is it? Is it a boyyy?”

“He is a boy I’m pretty sure,” I teased. “And you’re on the speakers, so be careful what you say,” 

“Is this that guy you were telling me about? The one with the big hands?”

“MOM I SAID YOU WERE ON SPEAKER,” I felt my face flame as Ghost suppressed a laugh.

“Sorry, sorry,” She laughed back. I rolled my eyes because I knew she did it on purpose. “Do we need to get anything for you both? I can send your dad to town,”

“Oh no, we’re good. And we mostly need showers and sleep because we’ve been going since 5am England time,” I told her.

“I still need that cup of tea,” Ghost said.

“And we need a cup of tea,” I repeated even though I knew my mom could hear him.

“You sound lovely,” My mom cooed. “We look forward to meeting you,”

“Likewise,” He replied.

“Well, we’ll be there soon, just wanted to give you a heads up. Oh and don’t worry about getting the room ready or anything, I can do it when we get home.” 

“Ok, well, drive safe! We’re so excited to see you baby!” 

“Love you,” I said.

“Love you too,” She replied before I hung up.

“Sorry, she’s very excitable,” I laughed, hoping he didn’t make a big deal out of her comment.

“Big hands, huh?” Of course not.

“They match your big head,” I stuck my tongue out at him and he chuckled, crossing his arms and settling back into the seat. “Are you seriously going to sleep more? You’re going to be up all night,”

“We sharing a bed?” I was surprised by this question.

“Um, probably, there’s just the one bed in the guest room. It’s a king sized bed if that helps, or I can sleep on the couch,” I told him, unsure if he wanted to sleep together or not.

“If you’re in bed with me, I’ll sleep just fine,” He said and yet again, my ears grew hot. Somehow it was worse now that we were off base. There was less pretense maybe, but either way, his effect on me hadn’t gotten any weaker.

“You’re a romantic, Ghost,” I shot back.

“You going to introduce me to your mom as ‘Ghost’?” He asked.

“I do call you that most often,” I said. “Though they are likely going to ask you a ton of questions anyway, maybe calling you Simon would be easier,” 

“That’ll do,” He agreed, settling again. 

“Simon?” I asked, tasting his name as though it were new to me. He made a hmm sound in acknowledgement. “Thank you for coming with me,” 

He turned his face to me then and his eyes, while tired, were solid and sure as they traced my profile. I glanced at him and gave him a small smile. He nodded once and shifted so that his arm rested on the center console with mine. It made me brave enough to slide my fingers into his. I half expected him to pull away, but instead, he just brushed his thumb along my palm a few times before he drifted off into that light sleep he always seemed to have waiting for him behind his eyelids.

The rest of the drive was uneventful. Just a quiet ride, the hum of my tires, Simon’s soft breathing. If I didn’t have to drive, it would have been easy to just fade into the moment and disappear.

As we got closer to home, the snow got deeper, the speed limit got slower, and the trees got taller. Like driving straight into the past.

Simon finally stirred when we drove through town.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” I squeezed his hand. He looked at me for a moment as if he’d forgotten where we were. “Need anything, love?” I asked carefully. I wondered if he’d had a bad dream, or one of the ones you couldn’t quite remember, but held onto you after you woke.

“No,” He sat up and took his hand from me. I was just happy to have had it for as long as I’d been able to. It was nice that for once, no one was watching us.

“We’re actually almost there, like 15 more minutes, I promise,” I said.

“Good,” He looked out the window, taking in the small town. There was a gas station, a bar, a restaurant. An old motel eight that had been converted into something forest themed. The high school.

“That’s where I went to school,” I told him. “I did prom, the whole thing, wore a purple dress.” I smiled at the memory. “And never in a million years did I think I’d end up doing what we do.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Do you?” I looked at him for a moment while we waited for the light to change.

“I didn’t have much else to do,” He said.

“I worked a lot of shitty jobs,” I said. “Did a lot of stuff that anyone could do. But then I ended up in the right place at the right time, and suddenly I didn’t need to wear dresses anymore,” 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress,” Simon mused.

“Would you want to?” He shrugged. The light turned and we headed away from town, out into the growing darkness of the woods.

“I bet you’re pretty in a dress,” He said as if he had had to think about it for a moment.

“As if I’m not pretty otherwise,” I snorted.

“Last time I compliment you,” He shot back. 

“I was teasing you,” I told him. “You know, like couples do,” the term felt weird in my mouth, but good. 

“What else do couples do?” 

“Oh you know, hold hands, kiss each other, cuddle? I don’t know, haven’t dated anyone… probably ever now that I think about it.” I told him. “Haven’t you dated someone before?”

“No,” He said.

“Come on really? Never? I bet you were really popular with the ladies when you were in school,” 

“Not particularly,” He said.

“Then how the fuck did you get so adept with your mouth?” I asked before I could think about it. He actually chuckled at that.

“You might be surprised to know, you can have sex with someone without dating them,” He explained. “Besides, you were easy to figure out,” 

“I should be offended,” I shook my head. “Speaking of sex, probably don’t be too crude around my parents, they still think I’m fifteen,”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Simon said. 

“Please just behave,” I said.

“No promises,” I could hear the grin in his voice.

The lights of town were long gone, and the sun had faded beyond the trees. The clock said it was only 5pm, but this far north, that was almost full dark already. I turned down the next road that cut through the forest and then there it was. The house I grew up in.

The front porch was all lit up with big hanging bulbs, which were covered in the most recent snowfall. The pine trees that towered over the house were blanketed in white as well, the yard almost waist deep in snow. I parked my truck in the driveway and just stared for a long moment. I could see the lights on inside the house and the hint of movement.

“You good, Angel?” The callsign made me look at him.

“Just, it’s been a long time,” I told him. He shuffled a bit and pulled off his balaclava. My eyes grew wide. “Why hello handsome,” He ran his fingers through his blond hair, trying to bring back the waves that his mask had crushed.

“Figured there would be less questions,” He said. 

I smiled at him and reached out to touch his face. There were less scars there than most people thought. The rumors usually say he wore the mask to hide deformity. But really, he was quite handsome, fair skin, strong nose, strong jaw. And those lovely eyes I always loved to see. One eyebrow was split with an old scar, and it was clear his nose had been broken more than once. I always told him he was perfect, even though I knew he very rarely believed me.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I told him. Simon leaned into my hand and kissed my palm. 

“I’ll do it for you,” He said and I swear my heart stopped. I ran my fingers over his hair to adjust a few more of his waves before giving a big sigh. 

“Well, we can’t sit out here all night,” I said as if that decided it. I turned off the truck and hopped out before my anxiety decided it would be better to pull out and drive all the way back to England.

Simon was behind me when I opened the door.

My parents’ dogs both started barking, not knowing who I was right away. I smiled seeing them. One was a big lab, Zeva, and one a small mix of fluffy breeds I couldn’t remember, who sometimes answered to Taya.

“Ok, ok! It’s just me,” I told them, and they both were happy to sniff me and ask for pets. I was able to rub Zeva’s head once before they were shooed by my mom. I felt my throat pinch seeing her. She looked the same as I remembered her, maybe a little older, hair a little grayer. I hugged her without even putting my bag down.

“It’s so good to have you home,” She said into my shoulder. I was taller than her normally, but with my boots on, more so. When she finally let me go she caught sight of Simon, who was still standing in the doorway, back straight.

“Oh, yeah, this is Simon,” I said, stepping farther into the house, dropping my bag. Trying not to make a big deal out of the fact I’d brought a man home, nevermind all the other things I was hiding from her about what I did for a living. About how closely I walked with death.

I swallowed all the things that rose in my throat to choke me. I had faced worse things than my mother.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Simon,” My mother smiled at him. 

“You too, ma’am,” He extended his hand and she took it in both of hers.

“Ma’am? No need to be so formal,” She laughed again, just happy to have us. He nodded and I watched him with a small smile. I hadn’t really thought too much on how this might feel for him. I knew his family hadn’t been good and that he had nothing even close to it anymore. That was part of why I asked him to come with me.

My dad appeared from the living room. In his prime, he’d been six foot two, so Simon wasn’t quite so big compared to him. I hugged him and introductions were made.

“Well, come sit,” My mom said, ushering us into the living room. As soon as we sat down, Taya, the smaller of the two dogs, decided it was time to run around the living room, including across and over Simon since he was in the normal spot she ran to get to the back of the couch. He cursed under his breath as she did it but I just laughed at him.

“Sorry, she’s a ball of energy,” I told him. I was sure my parents couldn’t tell the difference in his face, as it was outwardly stoic. But I could tell he didn’t mind.

“It’s fine,” He said. “Just never seen a dog so small,” 

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

“That one looks more my speed,” He nodded to Zeva who was laying happily on the rug, just vibing. 

“That’s Zeva and she’s a princess,” I told him, quite seriously.

“Takes after you then,” He teased and I elbowed him. Zeva, having heard her name (and title) came over and set her head in my lap, asking for pets. I gave her lots.

“How was the flight?” My mom asked.

“Long, we were in the air for almost 12 hours,” I groaned. “But we’re here now, and I can already hear the bed calling my name,” I yawned as though my body needed to agree.

“No! You just got here,” My mom complained.

“I’m not going to bed just yet, don’t worry.” I told her. “And I’m pretty sure I owe someone a decent cup of tea,” I patted Simon’s thigh and he narrowed his eyes at me, just slightly.

“I can make it,” My mom said, about to stand, but I was quicker.

“No, no, he’s picky,” I said, heading into the kitchen. But a devious thought entered my mind.

“So, Simon, tell us about yourself,” My dad said. I could see the couch where Simon sat from the kitchen, but my parents couldn’t see me. I got the kettle out and filled it, setting it onto the stove top. I dug through the tea chest that had been in the same spot in the kitchen since I was about eight.

I could hear Simon try to answer my parents' questions as vaguely as he could. It was strange to me hearing him talk about himself. Normally, he just ignored questions, but he was trapped by a mix of social obligation and the fact he had literally nowhere to run. It was a whole side of him I hadn’t had the pleasure of knowing until now.

When I thought he’d suffered enough, I hit some buttons on the microwave, knowing that Simon would kill me if I microwaved his tea.

“Bloody hell,” He muttered standing. “Angel, you better not be microwaving my tea,” He warned, coming for me in the kitchen.

“Told you he was picky,” I said loud enough for my parents to laugh. He stopped next to me when he realized I hadn’t actually microwaved anything. “Like I would fuck up your tea,” I whispered. He narrowed his eyes at me.

“You’ll pay for that,” He said softly. I bumped my shoulder into him.

“What kind of tea?” I asked, pointing him to the tea chest. He picked one while the kettle began to whistle. “Anyone else want some?” I called into the living room. My dad said no, no surprise. My mom said sure. So I went to the cupboard and grabbed mugs, Simon put the tea bags in and poured the water in. I grabbed the milk and added it to his. I added honey to mine and my moms and Simon just rolled his eyes at me, because that ‘wasn’t how you made tea’.

Simon relaxed with tea in hand.

Though it might have been the fact that I could field most questions now that I was sitting between him and my parents. Eventually, 9 pm rolled around and my parents headed off to bed. Goodnights, I love yous, we’re happy you’re homes.

“How are you doing, love?” I asked Simon as the house stilled for the night. His eyes were tired, but his face was soft. He put his hand on my thigh.

“Tired,” He said.

“Does that mean you won’t stay up and watch Family Fued with me?” I smiled when Simon rolled his eyes at me.

“You won’t make it ten more minutes,” He said.

“Since I didn’t get to nap all the way here, I suppose you’re right,” I scooted closer to him so that I could swing my legs across his lap. “And we both need a shower,”

“Could always save water and shower together,” His mouth twitched towards a smirk.

“That sounds lovely, but we won’t both fit in the shower here,” I took his hand in mine and traced his knuckles with my finger. “Wanna know a secret?” 

“Go on,” He said.

“I’m looking forward to sleeping with you without having to worry about getting caught,” I brought his hand up to my mouth and kissed his knuckles.

“Hmm,” He smiled at me, a sight I so rarely got to see unobstructed.

“And I won’t lie, I’m enjoying seeing your face,” I admitted, scooting just a little bit closer, hoping he’d let me get close enough.

“Don’t get used to it, Angel,” He almost purred.

“Why do you get to use my callsign and I don’t get to use yours?” I mused, fingers tracing along his jaw. I followed one light scar from near his ear down the side of his neck. He tipped his head for my fingers to trace back along his throat.

“Habit,” He admitted. “You should go get cleaned up,” 

“You saying I smell bad, LT?” I almost whispered it.

“Say my name,” 

“Simon,” I murmured. He smirked at that. 

“Say it again,”

“Simon,” I repeated, smirking back. My fingers moved to grab a handful of his shirt.

“Again,” 

“Simon,” I pulled him close enough that his name was a prayer against his lips.

“Again,” His breath mixed with mine.

“Simon,” And I tugged him that last bit closer to cover his mouth with mine.

~~~

Inspiration Pictures:

My mom’s porch/Yard being pretty

Princess Zeva

And Taya (who was begging me for pizza)

[Masterlist]

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost x reader #christmas #christmas fic #shameless self insert #doggo #snow

[cresent2003]

Adult dreams.

Seth Borden x Fem! Reader x Nate Hardy

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Her heart was racing as Lilly looked at the old Harriette Manor from the car as everyone unpacked and got set up.

She looked at every small detail and thought the house itself was gorgeous but something about it made her shrink in her seat.

Suddenly the door beside her open.

Someone tapped her shoulder causing her to jump.

"Sorry.

You ok?" Seth said as their eyes met.

"Yeah.

Just a little freaked out" she said.

"I can drive you home if this is all too much" he said.

"Hey the tour guide just got here" Nate walked to Seth.

"Sweet.

Hey I might be a little late.

Lilly isn't sure about all this" Seth said.

Nate's face softened as he looked at her.

"I'm ok Seth" she said.

"It shouldn't be too bad.

This place is pretty tame compared to other locations" Nate said as he smiled softly at her causing her face to heat up.

"Yeah im just getting weird vibes.

You don't mind if I cling to the both of you right?" she asked.

"Not at all" Nate said with a smirk.

"Yeah it's fine.

Remember my offer still stands" Seth said.

She smiled before getting out of the car.

"Hey, you alright?" Colby asked.

"Yeah" she said.

Lilly never went to haunted locations with her friends.

She was invited as Sam was out of town and she was good with cameras.

She didn't mind though as she knew that nothing was keeping her here if things got too overwhelming.

Nate put his arm around her shoulder as they filmed the intro to Colby's video.

She blushed as he pulled her close.

She tried not to show her attraction to Nate and Seth as one slip up and it would be plastered everywhere.

They were her best friends but deep down she wanted more then that with both of them.

Once the into was filmed they walked into the house.

Lilly was blown away from how beautiful and preserved it was.

"Hello everyone.

Welcome to Harriette Manor" the guide said as she walked into the room.

She was a middle-aged woman and seemed very kind and calm.

"Hey im Colby.

This is Seth, Nate and Lilly" Colby said.

"Nice to meet you" the guide said.

"Do you mind being on camera?" Seth asked.

"Not at all.

We get a lot of YouTubers here" she said.

"So what's the backstory of this place?" Nate asked.

"Well it was built by Ignis Harriette after his parents mysteriously disappeared.

See once they were missing her got all of their riches and everything so he built this and filed it with women of the night and the upper-class.

He was quite the ladies man as well.

He was charismatic and kind which at that time was the two qualities you would want in a husband.

He had three wives in his youth.

Each of them was gifted with the best of the best and after they had fallen for his charm he would then do some rather questionable things.

He would tie them up in bed for hours and use a very strong aphrodisiac on them so they physically begged him to help them.

He was what you would call dominant but he was also very sadistic.

He would cut them and cause them a lot of pain but because he used an aphrodisiac they would let him.

But then tragically one-night Ignis and his current wife went missing and years later they were found buried in the garden in pieces.

So a lot of things happened here and not many of them were good" the guide said.

"He drugged them?" Lilly asked.

"We think so" the guide said.

"Have you ever experienced anything here?" Seth asked.

"I haven't but a lot of our guests do.

I've lived here for seven years now with my husband and the ghosts leave me alone when he's around" the guide said.

"What kind of things did they experience?" Lilly asked.

"Well it was more the female guests.

The men usually see and feel spirits.

You'll get a lot of Ignis trying to mess with you tonight but for our female guests they report being touched usually around your waist but it can be anywhere and the one thing you need to pay attention tonight.

We've had a lot of female guests that sleep in the upstairs master bedroom.

The covers get ripped off, they feel something beside them or watching them and the one thing you don't hear a lot about.

You will be at risk of more adult dreams so pay attention to that" the guide said.

"How often does that happen?" Lilly asked.

"It's our most reported occurrence.

Women that come here experience a lot of things that Ignis would do to his wives.

When you're walking around he will touch you and usually like I said it's the waist of other more innocent places but other times it's not like that so I recommend keeping these three close as Ignis won't do that unless you are alone" the guide said.

"Don't worry we'll protect you" Colby said.

Lilly looked at the guide as she struggled to believe what she was hearing.

"I've been to a few haunted locations but they've never been like this" Lilly said.

"You don't have to do this" Colby said.

"It's ok.

I'm curious now.

A little worried but if these things do happen it would be cool I guess to see if they really do happen" she said as she leaned into Nate slightly as her heart pounded in her chest.

She was curious, yes but she was still scared.

Hours passed as Lilly sat in the living room in the Manor as Colby set up in the basement.

She kept thinking about what the guide said and thought about if she should annoy the spirits when she was most likely there target.

Suddenly Nate walked into the room.

"Hey you coming?" he asked.

"Yeah im just thinking" she said.

"You ok?" he asked as he walked to her.

"I think im going to miss out on what you all are planning and go to sleep early.

It just makes me nervous" she said.

Nate sat next to her "No ones forcing you.

If you want I could join you so you feel a little more safe" he said.

She looked at him.

"Thanks but im ok.

I know where you'll be just in case" she said.

"I'll tell Colby and Seth.

Sleep well" he said.

Lilly smiled at him as she looked into his angelic eyes.

"Thanks Nate," she said before walking to the only spare bedroom.

The master bedroom.

She felt uneasy but the other two free rooms weren't safe enough and the third was the boy's room whenever they decided to sleep.

She got changed into a baggy shirt before getting into bed.

The bed wasn't the best but the sheets were soft and the room was surprisingly warm.

She went on her phone for an hour before drifting off.

*******

Lilly cuddled into the sheets before groaning as she felt something get into bed with her.

She fluttered her eyes open to see Seth.

She jumped "Sorry.

We're done for the night are we wanted to check on you" Seth said.

Lilly looked around before seeing Nate in the doorway.

"I'm ok.

This bed is surprisingly comfy.

Did you guys find anything?" she asked.

"Yeah.

It was awesome.

Wish you could have joined us though" he said before brushing through her hair with his fingers.

She let out a sigh before looking at him.

"Don't get ahead of yourself" Nate said as he stood on the other side of her before placing his hand on her stomach.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"We wanted to give you what you've wanted for a while.

We know you like us angel" Nate whispered into her ear giving her chills.

"I'm sorry.

I thought it wasn't that obvious" she said.

"It was.

I can see when you blush from a simple glance or touch and when you rub your thighs together when we're around you" Seth said before kissing her forehead "We know you touch yourself while pretending it's our fingers in your pretty pussy darling" Seth whispered.

"I never..." she said.

"Don't lie angel.

We know" Nate said before kissing her causing her heart to nearly break her ribs from how fast it was pounding.

She broke from his as her face turned fully red.

"So beautiful.

Want us to fuck you angel?" Nate said.

She gulped before nodding "Words love" Seth said.

"Yes" she said.

Seth chuckled darkly before kissing her.

He was softer than Nate but more passionate.

Nate tore her baggy shirt before squeezing her breasts feeling her lacy bra.

She whimpered into the kiss before breaking from Seth.

Seth began to kiss her neck as Nate tore her bra releasing her breasts.

Nate then took one of her breasts into his mouth causing her to gasp.

Seth stopped kissing her neck before taking her other breast into his mouth causing her back to arch.

It was overwhelming but euphoric.

She let out a moan as she grabbed the bed.

Nate slid a hand down her body before slipping her hand into her panties.

He looked at her "Open your legs" he said before licking her nipple.

She opened her legs as far as she thought they would go before moaning as Nate slipped two fingers inside her causing a slight burn to surround her dripping entrance.

"You're so tight" he said before kissing her.

She then threw her head back as he curled his fingers causing him to hit the spot inside her that made her see stars.

"That's it.

Lat it swallow you" Nate said.

"Beautiful" Seth as he took off her panties before rubbing her clit causing her eyes to roll back.

She had never felt anything so amazing.

Lilly could feel her abdomen warm up as she got closer and closer to her release.

Her eyes filled with tears as Seth and Nate watched her.

"I'm gonna," she said before moaning loudly as the pleasure got more intense.

She then screamed out as her whole body began to shake.

"Good girl"

******

Lilly shot up as she panted.

She looked around before rubbing her face.

She had never had a dream that intense.

It felt so real that she questioned if she was reliving a memory.

She got out of bed before walking into the bathroom.

She looked in the mirror before washing her face.

It was just a dream.

She walked back to the bed before questioning if she should really test if the ghosts could mess with her again.

Lilly put on some leggings better walking across the hallway to the boy's room.

She knocked on the door hoping one of them was inside.

Lilly then felt her heart stop as Nate opened the door.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She blushed at his half asleep appearance.

It was four in the morning and she didn't even realise.

"I can't sleep" she said.

"Come in" he said before shutting the door.

"Can't sleep?" Colby asked as he sat in bed on his laptop.

She nodded as Seth continued to sleep.

Lilly got into the largest bed in the room with Seth and Nate as Colby would only cause her to stay awake until six.

Nate got into bed behind her as her heart pounded.

Her mind wandered to a place where that dream laid as Nate wrapped his arms around her causing her to melt.

All that dream did was make her realise how much she wished it was reality.

#mature #oneshot #maturelanguage #seth borden #smut #wet dream #haunted #nate hardy #crush

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IMYM Chapter 7: Should've Could've Would've: Dream

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Moonlight washed over Dream, Cross, and Blue as they talked, laughed, and walked through the Omega Timeline. Epic and Fresh left one way and Dream, Cross, and Blue went the other. The void lacked a natural sky, so the moon and darkness existed because of magic. Weather also existed only by region, not as a whole. Currently, it was a cold breeze, whistling and whispering past them. The skeletons decided on one of the town paths lined with road on one side and buildings on the other.

“Oh! A chickadee!” Dream held his arm out for the black and white bird to perch on. The little animal bounced across his yellow sleeve, pecking between the stitches. Dream smiled. The bird’s talons and beak were too small to hurt. Rather, it tickled. Their body was warm from hot chocolate and their heart was warm with pride and love. Dream’s eye lights drew to the badge on Cross’s jacket, a shield with the letter O reflecting light. It was the entire reason he invited them tonight.

Cross watched them and shook his head. “I still don’t understand your bird-whispering powers. You can handle a hawk on your head and owls are where you cross the line.”

Dream mock glared at his boyfriend. Though to be fair, he didn't understand his gift either. It's been there ever since he was a child and he discovered it by pure accident. It was only birds too. “Have you ever seen their eyes? All they do is stare at you, for hours! And they turn their heads all the way around. Tell me that’s natural! It isn’t!”

“No, owls are tame. Geese are the evil ones.” Blue chimed in. “They're bigger, they're more aggressive, and their beaks and wings hurt! If you put them in a fight, the geese would win immediately."

"Hm, I don't know." Dream pet the chickadee. "They're not so aggressive when you're nice to them. I've never fought one, or pet one, but they're nice. And owls are smart, so they could outsmart the goose . . ."

"So it's brain vs brawl . . . the goose would still win. Cross, help me out, who would win?"

Cross seemed to be trying to distance himself from the conversation until now. He sighed. "I- fine. Dude, if you want to know so bad, here." Cross took a piece of gold out of his pocket, leftover change from the hot chocolate. He flipped it in the air and slapped it on his arm. He lifted his hand. "Owl wins, argument over."

They turned a corner and the Star Sanses base came into view. They may have called it their base, but it appeared more like a clubhouse with rainbow paint on the walls. None of the lights of the two-story building were on. Something was haunting yet beautiful about the way the moon lit up the left side of it. The chickadee ended her song and flew away from him. A tingle went through Dream’s body, though he wasn’t sure why. It was only some light. Perhaps he was still suspicious of Ink leaving them on short notice. He seemed to be in a rush, but Dream didn't believe the lie he wasn't feeling well. It wouldn't be the first time Ink left like that, so he was sure he had nothing to worry about.

It was almost like Blue read his mind. “Shouldn’t Ink be here by now?”

Cross squeezed Dream's hand and hummed, looking up at the building. “He said he was going to be. But knowing him, he probably took a detour to terrorize some AU. Or he fell asleep and shut the light off. I wouldn’t worry about him.”

“I guess you’re right.” Dream stepped up on the light gray steps and knocked on the door. No response. He rang the doorbell. No response. He tugged at the doorknob. Locked. At least it answered one of his questions. Ink almost always forgets to lock the door, so he wasn’t home.

Cross watched Dream pull a key out of his pocket and unlock the door. He looked back at the house. “Do you want me to stay a while, flower? I don't have anything else going on and I have a bad feeling about this."

Dream laughed, used to Cross's paranoia. He increased his positive aura to calm him down. “Weren’t you the one who said not to worry? No, but thank you. The important thing is you making it home safe.” Dream stood on his tiptoes to peck Cross’s foreskull. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you, my royal guard." He smiled at the last bit, looking down at Cross's badge, the mark of an official Omega Guard.

Cross looked reluctant, but he squeezed Dream’s hand and let go. “I will. See you tomorrow.”

After Cross teleported away, Blue pulled a key out of his jacket pocket and unlocked the door. The wood creaked into the dark interior. Dream flipped the light on. Everything was the same as they left it. He hung his jacket in a closet, eyeing the staircase. It was still dark. Maybe sleep would help his anxieties. It was a long day.

“Blue? I’m going to bed early, see you in the morning," Dream said.

Blue took off his hat and gloves and looked up at the guardian, who was halfway up the steps already. "Alright. Night, Dream!"

Smiling, Dream walked up to the second floor. He made it to the top and flipped the light on, illuminating the hallway. They stretched and yawned, ready to shut out for the night. He grabbed his door knob, but Ink's door caught his attention. It was half-open. Dream still sensed that strange negative aura he felt this morning.

Dream peered into the paint-splattered bedroom and searched harder for that negativity. Ink could've been struggling with something, and he wanted to help if he was. Unlike the morning, the strongest negativity source was not the corner. It was Ink's bed. He held out his hand to find an exact source, but his powers seemed to fail him. They sighed and were about to leave, but a faint teal light caught their eye.

With curiosity, he crouched down beside Ink’s bed. Something was under it; the negativity energy burned brighter than ever. Dream wrapped his fingers around the thorned stem of a glowing rose and the blue paper attached to it. Two of the bloody points stabbed through the paper, cutting off a few words.

Dream turned the lamp on and unfolded the note, keeping it as close to the light as he could. They recognized the quill-inked handwriting in seconds. He scanned the rest of the letter and gasped, his bones went cold. His hands tingled, paralyzed. They looked back at the rose and called out, “Blue . . . BLUE! BLUE, COME QUICK!”

Dream listened to the frantic footsteps as Blue ran to him. He had to brace himself against the door frame. His left hand carried a kitchen knife. “What is it? What happened?”

“Read this.” Dream handed him the letter. His breathing was shaking as much as his hands now. “It’s Ink, Nightmare kidnapped Ink.”

Blue took it with a confused look. His eye sockets widened as he scanned the paper. “Oh, that . . . that explains things.”

Dream clenched his humerus and paced in a small circle. “I knew something was wrong with him! He’s been acting strange all day, but I thought I was being paranoid! If I hadn’t been such a sugarskull this morning and forced him to talk, Ink would still be-”

“Hey!” Blue set his hands on his shoulders. “Don’t blame yourself! We were all with him today and none of us noticed either. Besides, he was being blackmailed and I believe in him. If he did get kidnapped, he’s cracking bad jokes and making Nightmare’s gang regret ever messing with him.”

Dream imagined Blue's words and let out the breath they held. “I- yes, you’re right. He’s going to be fine, he's fine!” Dream hoped if he said it enough times, he could convince himself it was true. It had to be. He looked over the letter again, smiling with new determination. “It says they went to Outertale. I’ll prepare to go and ask around in case anyone has seen them

The knight’s eye lights turned into stars, “Mweh, heh! That’s the spirit! But I’m going to help too. I’ll go with you and we’ll save him together. In the morning though, we won’t be very helpful in the middle of the night."

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He’s going to be fine. Ink is going to be fine. He’s strong. Stop worrying, everything is fine.

Dream tossed and turned that night. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fall asleep. Visions formed every time he closed his eye sockets. He imagined Ink alone in Nightmare’s murky dungeon, shivering alone in a corner. Then he envisioned him gagged and tied up as Killer, Horror, and Dust used him as target practice. Nightmare laughed in the background, mocking. Cross told him stories of what happened to Nightmare’s prisoners. The torture, the violence, the personalized torment. None of them made it out alive. The guardian shuddered and channeled his thoughts to kittens and flowers. It helped a little. The torture was only an image, not a prophecy. Guardians could have prophecy dreams, but so far, he was lucky. He still couldn’t sleep.

He didn’t want to jinx it.

It wasn’t even the kidnapping alone that frightened him, it was the fact that Nightmare had done it. Nightmare was stronger than Ink, but luckily not by much if he played his cards right.

Dream sighed and sat up, turning their lamp on and picking their book off the nightstand. He flipped to his bookmark and read, hoping to get his mind on something better. He set his teddy bear in his lap. He knew it was childish for a guardian to sleep with a stuffed animal, but he found it comforting. He pet the plush’s white, almond-scented fur while he read. He used to love that smell when he was young and lived under the Tree of Feelings with his brother. His real brother.

While in the middle of his story, Dream's mind wandered to the one thing he was trying to avoid. How could he sleep like this when Ink is in danger? How could they rest while the entire Doodlesphere was at risk without its protector? Ink had never been kidnapped before, he was smart enough to escape. Or was he overreacting as it has only been a few hours? He was, he knew. But the last time Dream was too late to save someone from the dark’s call . . .

Please don’t forget who I used to be.

No, he wouldn’t let anyone go through that pain again. He promised.

Dream closed the book, set his bear in a sitting position, and slipped out of bed. He picked up his bow and quiver, choosing regular and a few poisoned arrows instead of his magic ones. The magic would draw too much attention, and Dream wanted to try the new herbal concoction he made. They made sure to step carefully so the wood planks stayed silent. Blue kept his door shut, he didn't even snore. They made it to the bottom of the steps and took their coat out of the closet. They had everything they needed now. So with a portal-

Dream gasped at a tug at his soul. His body was encased in a ball of blue light as someone turned him around. Blue held his hands on his hips. His eye sockets were bleary, half-open and sleepy.

“Dream! What did we talk about,” Blue yawned, “a few hours ago?”

Dream looked at his tired friend, ashamed. “I know, I’m sorry. I just have a feeling something terrible is going to happen if we don’t find him as soon as possible. I can do it on my own, please don't worry."

Blue thought for a moment. “Here, how about you sleep in my room tonight? Even if you don't, I’m watching you like a hawk and locking the doors. The last thing anyone needs right now is another one of us getting kidnapped.”

Sighing, the guardian knew he was right. "Okay."

Blue released his magic. Wrapping one arm around his shoulder, Blue led him away from the door and back up the stairs. Dream’s cheekbones glowed as yellow as buttercups.

Blue opened the door to his room. He had a blue rocketship bed in the corner of the room. Action figures covered a set of white shelves on dark blue walls. He also had a bookshelf and closet on the back wall. Painted across the ceiling were stars and constellations. It something they all worked together on.

Sleeping in each other’s rooms was not an unusual concept for the Stars. When the trio had slumber parties, they watched a movie with popcorn and sweets in their pajamas. Then they would all cuddle and fall asleep on the couch together. Dream also invited his friends to his room if they had nightmares or troubles in their minds. His aura and kind words could calm anyone down. He always let others vent to him. It was funny to him it was the other way around.

Blue wrapped an arm around Dream and flicked the lamp off. Having someone to sleep beside him relaxed Dream's thoughts. Ink would be fine.

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As soon as the sun rose into the sky, Dream and Blue set out for Outertale.

The AU was always an endless ocean of night. Colorful stars of white, yellow, and blue, twinkled in the sky. The residents were the only ones who could tell the hour. But that wasn’t a bad thing. Somewhat, Dream could get lost in the stars and forget his problems for a while.

Blue carried the note while Dream held a clipboard. The clipboard had a list with the most likely AUs Nightmare could have hidden Ink. Creating it was the first thing they did this morning, so they missed some AUs. Dream also found pictures of the two. Despite the hope, the most likely answer was Nightmare took the artist to his castle. The castle was a pocket AU no one but he could enter.

His yellow boots were soon covered in moon dust. He followed the most potent source of negative energy he could detect. It was in the direction of the restaurant, so maybe Nightmare left some negative residue. Then Dream could try and use the energy to track him.

They made it to the front two doors of the restaurant, tucked between two other stores. The building was pretty: Ivory white with smooth walls, classy. The place seemed empty.

Dream and Blue walked toward the door. Blue tugged at the handle but it didn’t budge. He tried again. “We’re too early. It doesn’t open until . . . .” He looked closer at the door's sign. “Four pm. How about we ask around? Someone would have to have seen them, Ink isn’t exactly low-key. Neither is your brother.”

Dream hummed and nodded, chuckling at the comment about Nightmare. They thought searching around was the next best thing to do. He wondered what Ink was doing at this moment, pushing the morbid thoughts aside. “Of course. Where should we ask first? Someone could be working around, or Nightmare took him somewhere else after dinner?” He looked into the distance. Outertale was known for its tourism, so it made sense Nightmare would take him somewhere else.

Blue looked around. "I'll take the left side and you take the right! We'll meet back here in an hour. Got it?"

"Got it." Dream waved and set off to the right. Dream sensed the auras of the surrounding citizens. He searched for someone with a specific set of emotions. Perhaps paranoia, guilt, or at least uncertainty. It must be a lingering past feeling. Unfortunately, no one seemed to match that description.

The one that did hit him sent a small shock through his body, just because he wasn’t expecting it. Dream looked to the left and spotted a cat-like monster hiding their face under a hood. The guardian cleared his throat and walked over to them. He had a good feeling in his soul.

“Hi!” Dream waved over. The cat monster turned their attention to him. Dream smiled to look less threatening, more friendly.

"Can I help you?" The monster looked everywhere except at Dream.

"Yes!" Dream cleared his throat. “I'm looking for my friend who was kidnapped around here. It would’ve been around . . . I think seven o'clock? His name is Ink Comyet, he’s a skeleton, a little taller than me, carries around a four-foot-tall paintbrush. He wore a brown jacket last night. His eye lights change color when he blinks and he has a splotch of paint on his right cheekbone. “His kidnapper is named Nightmare Joku. He’s also a skeleton but with four tendrils spiking from his back. He’s also covered in black liquid and has only one teal eye. Usually, he wears a black waistcoat and a chained black cape, though I don’t know what he was wearing. Have you seen them?"

The monster thought about it. They nodded, aura anxious and uncomfortable. “I think I know who you’re talking about. I work at that place over there and . . . they were one of my customers. He didn’t cause any issues. They left and Joku took him through a portal. Ink looked happy enough, he was smiling and bouncing."

Dream messed with his thumb. "Did you see what was inside? Did it look like a castle? Or a dungeon?"

"I didn't see it, it was too dark." The monster looked uncomfortable and turned away from him. "Sorry I couldn't help you, I hope you two find your friend." As they walked off, Dream was left with more questions than answers.

Taking a moment to pause, Dream had to readjust the image in his head. He assumed Nightmare cast a spell on Ink and knocked him out in an alleyway with his magic. But Ink was happy? Someone would have to have noticed Nightmare cast the spell. Does that mean . . . no, he knows Ink, he’s one of his best friends. Ink would never betray him on purpose. Nothing Nightmare could offer could change his mind.

Nothing, they were best friends until the end.

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A week passed; they still couldn’t find a solid trail to Ink. Each time they were close, Nightmare’s aura would fade. Dream proceeded to get more and more frustrated. The nightmares grew more graphic. The image of Ink lying on the floor, hoping for rescue was engraved into the back of his eyelids. He lost hours of sleep imagining it and refused to take any long breaks. They searched for at least three hours a day and did their job the rest.

Another week passed, and no luck.

Dream decided to try a plan that had been brewing in the back of their mind for days now. His negative memories kept him from doing more than considering it a possibility. But now, they were growing desperate. And it was so perfect, so obvious.

He cleared his throat as he approached Blue, who was sketching out a battle strategy in a notebook. Dream held his hands together. “Blue, I’m going to be gone for a few hours.”

Blue looked up from his notepad. “Okay. Just be careful and don’t be gone too long!”

“I won’t be, I’ll be back by sundown.” Dream waved his scepter and stepped into a portal he swore never to return to.

They stepped into a wasteland. Overgrown dull grass grew up to his knees. It looked more like a savannah than a green land. He still could picture the field of bright colorful flowers that grew where he stood. The nearby town was gray and long abandoned. There was nothing but bones and tattered clothes to symbolize people lived there at all. Dream sighed, the memories being too painful to bear. He set his sights on a large hill at the end of the village. Shifting their cape, they walked toward it.

Dream walked up the hill to his childhood home, a place he hadn’t been since breaking free of stone. The stump of his mother lay the same after five hundred years. The oak was worn from time, but still larger than any tree in the multiverse. The trunk was two feet tall and ten times as wide. It used to be twenty feet tall with large foliage, filled with tender gold and black apples. None reminded. Nightmare ate them all when he was corrupted. How did he eat nine hundred ninety-nine apples in such a short time? Dream didn’t know.

He swung one leg over the top of the trunk and pulled himself on top of it. A sense of nostalgia hit him. When he was about eight, he used to run as fast as he could to get back to the tree, challenging himself to jump up the branches. It was hard on some days because he was so tired from working. The villagers always wanted him to help, and Dream was willing to help. Too willing.

It messed him up, leading him to believe his only worth was as a living positive battery. That was why he was so grateful for Cross. While Dream taught him how to feel again and stop living in the past, Cross taught him he was so much more than this magic. Stars he loved him.

He never told Nightmare because he didn’t want to worry him. He was already so nervous and paranoid . . . and Dream was too late when he found out why.

Dream brushed the tree trunk, trying to refuel the connection with it. There should be a warm tingling feeling in his chest, but there wasn’t.

They sighed. “Mom, can you help me? It’s been a long time, I know, but one of my best friends is in danger. Nightmare took him away and I’m afraid he’s going to hurt him or try to turn him evil. I don’t want history to repeat itself. Can you give me a sign everything is going to be okay?”

Dream waited a few moments, staring into the swirling trunk. Nothing happened. The guardian sighed. What was he expecting? An arrow made of flowers pointing in the right direction? A bird to float out of the sky and give him a message? Nim to appear as a spirit and offer him guidance? She’s never answered him before, even when was still 'alive'. Dream didn't believe Nim was dead, she was essentially a goddess. Gods and guardians couldn't die, right? He couldn't die, Ink couldn't die, Error and Nightmare couldn't either.

Nightmare used to joke about how Nim only created them to save herself. She had no love for her sons, and Dream was starting to wonder if he was right. What mother would let this happen to her kids?

Dream curled into his knees and stared out to the broken village. “Ink, what did you get yourself into this time?”

#if you're wondering why there were no Dream chapters until this point it's because they were affecting the tension and pacing #I also just struggled to write them #I kinda struggled to write this one too and am not too pleased with it #IMYM #whump #whump writing #whump fanfiction #undertale #undertale au #underverse #dream sans #cross sans #cross x dream #dream x cross #swap sans #blue sans #ink sans #nightmare sans #kidnapping whump #star sanses #whumper x whumpee #worried caretaker

[http-tokki]

｡ₓcharacters: Levi ackerman x reader ｡ₓcontent: modern-day AU! mental health mention! Age gap! (Legal, reader is in her mid/late 20's) ｡ₓsummary: just a few scenarios about Levi and you, the average university student supermarket worker ｡ₓword count: 1k ｡ₓa/n: NOT PROOFREAD! This is 100000% self-indulgent and tailored to a very niche market like everything I do here.

♡ Set in modern-day, you're in your final year of university, your PhD just a few months away, and to make ends meet, you have been employed at your local supermarket, which hasn't been too bad; there are certainly worse jobs, but there have been a few awkward encounters when it came to your partner.

The first was the first time Levi had come in to pick you up. Having just finished work and dressed in his usual business attire (suit pants and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Rolex glinting in the low light, silver band around his ring finger to match the one you had on a chain around your neck. Dark hair falling over his forehead despite Levi running his finger through it to tame it back. There he stood, in all his gorgeous glory, phone between his fingers as he dialed you once more only to get voicemail; again. The bright green shopping basket dangled off his arm, the small array of groceries shifting as he swapped legs. He needed to know if you needed or wanted anything, not seeing any point in hanging around doing nothing when you only had ten minutes left on your shift. After no contact yet again, Levi decided to flag down an employee in hopes they would fetch you for him. And they did just that, except without any idea about Levi's relationship with you; there was a bit of confusion as they called out to you.

"Your uncle is here looking for you." They called to you over the loud hum of the refrigerator fans.

Huh? Stepping out of the noisy room, you double-checked with your co-worker, repeating the word uncle, only for them to nod their head in confirmation. "Uhh, I don't think so. My uncle lives in another state" You shook your head. "Can you come out with me, in case it's some creep?"

They followed you as you exited the back dock, babbling about how "even if he is a creep, he's suuuuuuper attractive, so if you don't want to get in his van, I will."

"I don't think that being attractive makes it any less creepy. I mean, would you really want- Ohh, Levi."

As your boyfriend came into sight, all your worries disappeared, and instead, second-hand embarrassment filled your cheeks.

"Levi?" Your co-worker parroted, stopping even as you continued to walk.

Levi reached a hand out to you as you crossed the space, ring glinting and squeezing your heart. "Hi, sweetheart," he let a small smile slip. "I tried calling you, but you didn't answer."

You slipped your hand into his, fingers twinning as you stepped into his embrace. "I was in the freezer; I don't get reception" looking down and clocking the basket, you raised a brow. "Shopping?"

"I needed shampoo and milk."

You pressed on your toes to give him a quick kiss hello before stepping back though your hands were entwined. "I've got ten more minutes, but I think we also need something for dinner and coffee pods."

"I already ordered Thai, but I'll get the coffee" Levi nodded his head towards the aisle and squeezed your hand before letting go.

"I'm guessing you're not her uncle," your co-worker spoke up from behind you. Their cheeks blazing red. "I'm so sorry."

"Uncle?" Levi laughed. "Most definitely not."

And so that is how word of your uber attractive older boyfriend made its way around the store.

♡ Work had been made aware of your mental health diagnosis and ongoing treatment and had been very accommodating until you needed a mental health day or two (though you rarely took them, always just showing up and crying in the bathroom every hour or so). Still, when you call in sick, unable to get out of bed to even eat, Levi always calls in for you. He's professional and direct, letting your boss know what's going on and how long you would be out (Levi honestly loves being able to do this, giving him pride in taking care of you and making your life easier on days when it isn't). Most of the time, work is somewhat understanding, passing on well wishes to you, but during your next shift with your boss, you notice some tension and hostility directed towards you. You had every right to take a day off, you had given them ample time to cover your shift, but it was as you were leaving for the day, having clocked off and almost walked out the door, that your boss stopped you.

"So, are you going to be here tomorrow?"

You stop, turning on your heels to face your boss. "Pardon?"

They shrug, folding their hands over their chest. "I'm just wondering since you called in sick yesterday and the day before. I need to know if I need to replace you."

You're floored. It wasn't as if you had done anything wrong. You had followed the procedure. "Ohh, no. I'll be here. I just needed a few days off to sort some stuff out."

"So you weren't actually sick?"

"No, I was. It was my mental health that needed sorting out. I-"

They cut you off. "Do you need time off because I can't have you doing this over and over again? It's very unprofessional. I need you to be reliable and having your boy-"

"Is there an issue?" Levi's smooth and calm voice interrupts your boss.

You jump a bit at the sudden interjection but calm as you feel Levi slide up behind you, hand coming to rest on the small of your back.

"And you are?" Your boss flicks their eyes over Levi before settling back on you.

"I'm the boyfriend that calls in for her the three times she has been sick" there is calm anger in his tone, one you had only seen him use in business meetings. "So, is there an issue?"

Your boss backs down, arms unfolding at the apparent shift in power. "None at all" They turn on their heels before throwing out an annoyed "see you tomorrow, 7am."

Levi makes sure to drop you off and pick you up the next day, offering to come in and deal with your asshole of a boss, but you know that his form of deal with would be very different from yours, so you decline your loving, but every so scary boyfriend's offer.

#aot levi #levi aot #snk levi #attack on titan levi #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfic #levi x fem!reader #levi x y/n #aot fanfic #levi ackerman aot #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x you #aot imagine #levi ackerman drabble #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman fic #levi imagine #levi drabble #levi fluff #levi fanfic #levi fanfiction #aot au #attack on titan fanfic #attack on titan #aot headcanons

[the-pale-goddess]

What is Tiffany's morning routine? What are the differences between work days and days off?

Though we’ve already reached the mother!Tiffany timeline, I’m going to describe her pre-kid period because right now her routine is pure chaos and mess 😅

I apologize for the lengthy (and delayed) response—I had way too much with this ask, thank you so much, dear ❤️

Workday

Miss Tiffany isn’t a morning person. Watch her set 5 alarms with enough slack time that allows her to sleep through them all and be shocked when it’s time to wake up every damn day kjsdkjskdj However, she managed to adapt to the demanding schedule and getting up at an ungodly hour isn’t a big deal anymore.

To start another hectic day on a high note, she needs a generous cup of strong coffee and a weekday-friendly breakfast, for example an avocado toast with burrata/egg or a sunflower-seed bagel filled with cream cheese, smoked salmon and red onion. The quality of her diet has improved significantly ever since she got serious with Ethan—he basically forced better eating habits on her. Everyone say: thank you, good sir! She used to grab a quick bite of anything that didn’t require preparation, and would usually end up with garbage processed food or just coffee. She tries to make conscious, healthy choices now, and always remembers to take her vitamins. 

If Ethan is still around at the time, he cooks a nutritious breakfast and they eat it together, talking about their plans for the day, joking, flirting, soaking up each other’s soothing presence, energy and affection. On occasion, when they’re feeling particularly frisky, the playful banter inevitably leads to a quickie in the shower. 

If not, and she’s not in a hurry, she prefers to cherish the peaceful slumber and prolongs the moment wrapped in a fluffy blanket, listening to her very own Rise & Shine good morning playlist as she mentally prepares for the challenges ahead. 

Bathroom time begins with a refreshing shower. Then, she brushes her teeth, washes her face using a gentle cleanser and follows her morning skincare routine (vit C serum + moisturizer + eye cream + SPF). She applies vanilla-scented body lotion to her skin and finishes with a roll of a trusty alcohol-free antiperspirant for underarm protection. Before moving on, she waits until the products dry completely. 

A very crucial step in Tiffany’s routine is of course perfume! She picks the scent she vibes with at the moment, and sprays it on a few of her pulse points to ensure it lingers and travels with her all day. Additionally, when she’s ready to go, she does the controversial ‘spritz and step’ method just because she likes to keep a complementary layer of fragrance on her clothes as well.  

Tiff always prepares her outfit the night prior, right before going to bed, so getting dressed fast is her specialty. She completes her look with comfortable, non-intrusive jewelry, such as cute stud earrings or small huggies and a delicate necklace. 

The next step is make-up. Her skin is at long last clear and luminous, so she usually chooses a fresh, freckled face with a touch of highlighter, mascara and some nude lipstick/lip gloss. On gloomy days, she likes to add a dab of NARS Orgasm blush on her cheeks. Sometimes all the stress results in a pimple here and there, requiring a little concealer to get rid of the redness. If the bags under her eyes betray her exhaustion, she covers that crime scene as well. 

My girl washes her hair at night, she would never waste any precious second of sleep in the morning to add this very tedious step to her routine lol Her hair’s naturally pretty wavy and keeps falling in this really chic way (*winks at my Fleabag enjoyers*) with zero effort, so she just takes a minute to brush it and either keeps her locks down or tames them in a bun/ponytail (depending on her mood and bad hair days).

She packs her lunchbox, earphones, and a bottle of water. As a typical Virgo, she has to make sure that her bag contains all the necessary items, paying special attention to: clean scrubs, wallet, medical files and journals, lip balm, scrunchie, chewing gum, perfumes, mini make-up kit (in case some unexpected evening plans forced her to transform from Doctor Addams to Miss California). 

Day off

The striking difference is that Tiffany takes her sweet time to sleep in with no alarms to disturb her blissful reset. Except for the alarm called Ethan, obviously ksbdkbdkb When she finally decides it’s her time to leave the bed, the first thing she does is put her favorite music on and dance her way to a good mood. 

Sometimes she intentionally gets up earlier to head to the gym or join a pilates/yoga class, but on most occasions she would choose sleep over sport. When Ethan’s home, she’s more than eager to give that luxury up, though. Their preferred way to start the day together is stretching…With a bang. If you catch my drift 😏

The breakfast differs too; without all the pre-work rush she’s able to treat herself to a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and pancakes/omelet/shakshuka/etc. 

The bathroom routine remains fairly the same, though she may mix the steps in between other activities, all depending on her plans for the day. 

If there’s nowhere she should be, she loves to snuggle up on the couch with a cup of latte and a book to get lost in.

#queue me hard before you go #random facts about tiff #tiffany addams #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #ethan x tiffany

[prototypelq]

Yesterday I finally beat my first survivor save (30 hours or smh) yay, so I wanted to make the tierlist (I did cheat and unlock the Outer Expanse without completing Gourmand, but that just because I don`t like the ascension ending)

The Tier List:

S:Slugkitty (obviously, they are wonderful, the pups especially), Scavs (love how expressive they are, I always collected and gave them pearls so had no troubles with them ever (apparently my world rep was 100, which I learned at the very end because I discovered the dev tools)), White and Green lizords (had great experience with both, greens are too dumb to be troube after the first couple of hours and are adorably lazy, Whites were a huge help to me, I accidentaly tamed one in Chimney (best region) after saving it from a vulture and it was dilligently following me around, he was only trouble when there were scavs in the room (he tried to eat them), I farmed karma to go into Sky Islands (second best region) with his help, and at the Wall I fed a white once (....I had a very bad absolutely no good miserable time climbing up and was about to quit the game, so I decided to make life a little easier and cheat to countinue playing for the good parts of it, so I held a dropwig in place with dev tools to kill it and feed a white, I wanted to at least have a companion around for this horrible climb, but it was not enough to tame him and the dropwig never respawned) and all the other whites up the Wall became friendly and ignored me (right untill I found a slugpup, then they tried to eat us once again). Wormy worms are very fun, they are self-explanatory.

Okay list:..pretty self-explanatory. The pop bugs are annoying but in an endearing way, vulture grubs are very multi-purposed so they are always useful, pole plants are just great design of both environment and enemy deisgn, deer... the less said about them, the better, they are majestic when they actually work though. Never met a Black liz in my playthrough, but I love their whiskers, and I had an okay time with Oranges because, on one hand I somehow gained a 80 rep with lizords in Sky Islands so they all ignored me and were my friends, on the other hand I tried to climb up the Wall and that one room in the Fields through their nests and that was a horrible, very bad absolutely miserable time, partially because of the camera movement around the rooms

(BTW both nests are easily avoidable - there are climby worms a couple of rooms down and to the right from the shelter in the Wall so you don`t need to go trough the nest to climb higher, and in the Fields there are a lot of small centipedes you can kill, attract the lizord attention and throw centipedes as bait)

Caramel lizards thought be here too, I mostly avoided them, but ther jumping kept me on my toes, I love their 6 legs)

Kill on sight: I freakin hate squidcadas, they are horrible and all deserve to be fed to lizords (...probably this is the mentality that got me the 90 liz rep in the Islands and an outlaw passage). Same with the vultures - the bastards deserve each and every embarassing death ever (one died to the grass in the Fields, it was very satisfying to see;

the first time I climbed the Chimney I had Somehow unmasked two vultures, but had absolutely no skill to kill them, the bastards dove down on me each chance they got, I never managed to kill them)

I mostly avoided the regions with centipedes so never had much trouble with them, if anything the flying ones were extremely easy to kill even with my combat-avoiding playstyle. Hate the dropwigs because I met exactly (1) up the Wall and couldn`t reach and kill it to feed to lizord, and I had no skill to lure and kill it on the ground.

Go away: pretty self-explanatory I think, somehow pink and blue lizards gave me the most trouble. Saw spiders only twice on thrice and they never aggroed on me which, thank you game.

I am not a coward and never met these horrors and hopefully never will: oh boy, here are the horrors I have heard about but thankfully never encountered myself (except safari/sandbox shenanigans). Here are all the Reds, King Vulture, Leviathans (never went to the Shoreline), Long Legs (never went through the Garbage or the Rot), Miros chickens (never went to the Citadel, by looking throught the videos I thought the bastards have auto-rifles for legs, I`m still not convinced they dont), haven not encountered the Strawberry lizs

and that`s my first Survivor playthrough to the Outer Expanse ending (unlocked through cheats) with a slugpup I picked up at the Wall and showed to Pebbles.

I adore how you can see the actual wall barricading the Fields, Outskirts and the looming Wall, and I believe the massive structures in the background are Pebbles and Moon`s cities? Magnificent shot in either way.

#rainworld #rain world #yaay first playthrough #I had a lot of fun #don`t think I want to do it again though #I have very little skill and campaign as any other slugcat will destroy me #I mostly sneak around or feed things so they don`t eat me #th most fun I had in chimney and islands actually #since I somehow almost max repped lizords in islands they didn`t touch me and I just explored around and fell into deathpits good times #chimney was fun to learn parkour in and the mask helped me quite a lot

[kylekozmikdeluxo]

Yeah... I'm gonna talk about FAMILY GUY... Long post, incoming!

Actually, I'm seeing some talk about FAMILY GUY, specifically early FAMILY GUY, elsewhere. As of late. Because the TED Peacock series, based on a now 12-year-old movie, is out. And apparently it's pretty good? Reminiscent of the early seasons of FAMILY GUY, which people who actually like the show consider to be the series' best seasons? I couldn't tell you.

Coincidentally, I've re-watched most of Seasons 1-3 now that my Disney+ plan includes Hulu. The seasons produced and aired *before* FAMILY GUY was here to stay. FOX had cancelled the show twice in the early 2000s, and when it came back for the second time, it never left. It's now one of those long-running cartoons, ubiquitous with the word "cartoon" you could say, a new season almost every year.

I'm gonna be a total hipster and say that I was onboard the FAMILY GUY train as early as mid-2003 ish.

I was in fifth grade, and was at the time starting to stay up later than usual to watch a little thing called [adult swim]...

FAMILY GUY had just started airing on [adult swim], almost a year after its then-final episode - 'Family Guy Viewer Mail #1' - had aired on FOX. A classmate of mine had told me about it, and little by little, I was watching FAMILY GUY regularly. Even on school nights, low volume, haha. I didn't want to get in trouble. Life in the early 2000s was different, to any smartphone-era babies reading.

I didn't know anybody else in school at the time, sans a few classmates, who watched the show. It was like we five or so kids were the only ones who knew of its existence in my town (along w/ the original [as] shows, like AQUA TEEN and SEALAB 2021), which is kind of wild to think. I think by mid-2004, I'd seen every episode of the show to date, including the one that FOX was too cold-footed to air (for understandable reasons, especially in the early 2000s. The episode in question is probably tame compared to what the show would later "get away with"). And it was on almost every night, so I only had to wait 24 hours to see a FAMILY GUY episode I may have never seen... So catch-up was pretty easy!

I think part of the appeal for me - at age 10/11 - was definitely "haha this is a naughty show and I probably shouldn't be watching it" (though weirdly, my mother and stepdad let me watch a SOUTH PARK episode or two, I don't remember that show being off-limits) aspect. Another reason is kind of weirder, and I came to this realization rather recently-ish. Around 4th/5th grade, some things bothered young me. Growing up autistic wasn't always easy, and my way of processing the way world can be and how unfair life can be sometimes kinda... Made me act strange, in ways? I definitely had this "old soul" kinda bullshit going on at certain points in my kid life, when I should've been loose and funny and laughing at fart jokes. And I was at times, don't get me wrong. It's not like I was miserable or anything, or bearing the weight of the world on my shoulders, but some days I'd feel... Strange. And I was weirdly anti-some things that the typical kid finds funny or amusing. I don't know if I can fully articulate it now on a tumblr post, but the long story-short is... [adult swim] was one of the things that helped loosen me up a bit.

Going into middle school at age 10-going-on-11 (I started school early?) was not easy, and that accelerated a lot of things, a lot of feelings, a lot of complications in my brain... And my embrace of [adult swim] started to converge with that, and by 7th grade, I was really, really loose. I swore more, I wrote edgy stuff, I upped like most of my original stories I was writing to PG-13/R-level, I was a silly little edgelord sometimes. But at the same time, unleashing a lot of *that* after a few years of this weird pseudo-old soul nonsense, bad habits, and general confusion was a very fun and freeing feeling!

This is why, despite a lot of shit that should've made that time in my life a nightmare, late 2004-early 2005 was a really exciting time in my life. I think just letting the proverbial hair down was a big reason why, alongside all of my hyperfixations that I always turned to when things really sucked. Things such as Pixar movies and BIONICLE and Cartoon Network stuff and various video games, etc. etc. etc. And smack-dab in the middle of all this was my nightly [adult swim] viewings before I had to get up at 6:30am to wait for the bus on cold-ass mornings. FUTURAMA, FAMILY GUY, AQUA TEEN HUNGER FORCE, THE BRAK SHOW, on and on... It was the stuff I could turn to.

For Christmas in 2004, I was given a newly-released FAMILY GUY DVD called "The Freakin' Sweet Collection"... I probably wore that poor disc out. Creator Seth MacFarlane's 5 favorite episodes, ones that I still find to be bangers to this day, plus some bonus features. FAMILY GUY was a prime special interest of mine at the time, and eventually I went to a music store that went out of business many years ago and picked up the DVD sets compiling Seasons 1, 2 & 3... And subsequently wore all of those out throughout 2005. They're but gone, now... Though some stores sell a whole box set with like, what, the first 10 seasons of the show for a fair price? I may or may not buy that if the discs aren't updated from the original 2000s versions. Anyways, FAMILY GUY, yeah... I just really, really liked it back then.

Really, I was the perfect age for it at the time. FAMILY GUY has always been contested, regularly seen as one of the nadirs of animated trash. You can definitely make a case for that. As much as I dig early FAMILY GUY, some of its humor really has not aged well, and is indeed offensive in many ways. For me, I feel those pre-2nd cancellation seasons have a charm to them to shines through the more egregious stuff. A charm that noticeably fades away from Season 4-onwards. You see, being from Connecticut, where MacFarlane was born... FAMILY GUY is *very* New England to me. After all, it is set in a fictional Rhode Island town, the state the neighbors me.

The show started airing in 1999, and while I wasn't watching it back then (let alone had even heard of it), I feel a lot of the character interactions, dialogue, and setting really do capture the feeling of being there. In a New England state, in the late 1990s and early 2000s. Little nuances and such, the way Peter and Lois joke about things in particular. Such as this scene from Season 2's 'E Peterbus Unum':

I don't know how to put it in words, but it's very New England to me. My family and I interacted like this quite frequently. Plus, you have Peter's voice being inspired by a security guard that Seth overheard when attending the Rhode Island School of Design, a very New England accent. Lois, too, to some extent. I hear a middle-aged Connecticut mom or aunt in Alex Borstein's delivery, whom she based on a relative of hers. Maybe that's why I initially connected to this show more so than THE SIMPSONS back in the day (and at that time, THE SIMPSONS was on its not-so-beloved seasons), I was too inept to grasp THE SIMPSONS' wit. It hit just right, I think, back then.

Now, upon learning that the show had been cancelled and that it was actually coming back... Within a few months... You bet I was excited? I remember the Sunday the fourth season premiere aired, my family and I gathered around to watch it, and I just remember all of us laughing like hyenas throughout. The episode had so much wackiness and a bunch of cameos as well. We also watched the AMERICAN DAD! episode that dropped right after, but I mostly remember when I first saw 'North by North Quahog'. What a night that was, lol. And you just, went home... Didn't tweet about it. I didn't have any message board accounts at the time, either, so... A couple of classmates to talk to about it, that was it. A lot of my classmates apparently still hadn't seen the show by this time. I mostly remember being ahead of the game when it came to this show, liking it before it was cool, you could say. Once others in my school started referencing it, it was like "I had you beat by almost 2 years." I also remember getting a T-shirt depicting the Griffins beating each other up, as seen in the episode 'Lethal Weapons'. And I remember some of the other kids thinking that was so cool, and one teacher - who probably couldn't stand me, to begin with - calling me to the front of the class to see exactly *what* was on that shirt. Surprisingly, I did *not* get in trouble...

(Not my photo, this is from an eBay listing... But it was THIS exact shirt. Only thing was missing was the horse's ass portrait!)

Later in the year, a DVD called 'Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story' was released, which I instantly put on my birthday list. It was kinda billed as "The FAMILY GUY Movie" when it was coming out, and of course my 13-year-old arse fell for it... And wore that DVD out, too... And then it aired as three separate episodes - albeit with missing footage because this was a DVD release and not a primetime TV airing - the following spring. Still, I have fond memories of getting that DVD and many others. The early DVD era was just so fun back then, what with interactive menus and much more care put into bonus features. And with less distractions back then, I feel you felt more immersed in the movies and content on the discs... Just sitting in your bedroom, you hadn't owned a laptop yet, smartphones didn't exist... Just, entranced in whatever it was you had on. It gets even more bittersweet nowadays, as stores and companies are trying to phase out physical media. How obtuse... But that's another rant for another day...

I would continue to watch FAMILY GUY regularly, and then slid off by around 2008-09ish. The show was beginning to change for the worst, I felt, and I definitely felt that original spark from the early seasons was kind of gone. The simplicity, the New England vibe, the characters feeling a lot more real and not just springboards for whatever dumb stuff they were coming up with. Seth's involvement was apparently minimal by this point in time, as he already had AMERICAN DAD!, THE CLEVELAND SHOW, the first TED movie, and other stuff in the works or bubbling up at the time. By 2011-12ish, I was getting rather actively pissed off at the show, and only checked back in when that "Brian dies" publicity stunt had happened. Otherwise, I've seen very few episodes of the show afterwards, and most of them didn't impress me... Outside of, surprisingly, a few selections from the Disney batch. Quite something! If you time-traveled to 2004 and told me that Disney was going to own this cartoon that I was watching on [adult swim] late at night without my folks knowing, I would've told you to get out of town!

But I hold a special place for those first three seasons, and watching the DVD sets of them back in early 2005, as an unhinged middle schooler. I won't posit that early FAMILY GUY is some kind of underrated gem in the history of television animation. It really is, in most iterations, perhaps the personification of that old Chuck Jones quote about "illustrated radio". Television animation that you don't watch for the animation or visuals, but solely for the writing. It pretty much is that, even if the designs of the Griffins are instantly recognizable and iconic. And it arguably had a bad influence, not the fault of the show or its creators, but of the way things go.

I came to the conclusion that Season 2 is my favorite of the original three. For me it was the most focused, the characters were at their best, banger jokes a minute and clever use of pop cultural references. I can even sense some of Seth's Cartoon Network roots in a lot of it, which is no surprise given that this show evolved out of a project he developed for CN. Season 1 is only seven episodes long and they were figuring things out, Season 3 has highs that equal that of Season 2's best moments, but I feel that parts of it kinda plant the seeds for what the show would eventually become. It noticeably gets denser, a little meaner, characters are more out-of-character, it tries to be even more offensive than before and sometimes really not sticking the landing. And yet, that's mashed up against a legit emotional episode like 'Brian Wallows and Peter's Swallows'.

In fact, those last four or so half-hours... Especially with the redone end credits music that re-imagines the theme song as a big band production, there was a weird sort-of... I dunno, finality to it? And that's not counting the S2 leftover that FOX wasn't keen on airing... I mean the original ending of S3, 'Family Guy Viewer Mail #1'... It was if they knew that Season 3 was going to be the end? You had the aforementioned Wallows/Swallows, then 'Stuck Together, Torn Apart', then another "Road To" episode with 'Road To Europe', and then 'Viewer Mail #1'. Like four really well-done character-focused episodes with some heartfelt moments, even... And then as a coda, three fun skits based on wacky ideas... Like, had the show ended there in early 2002 with the recalled Weinstein episode popping up somewhere else in the future... That would've been a fine way to go out, honestly. Even as a preteen back then, I felt just that watching these episodes... So it was a big surprise to me when I found out that Season 4 was a go. And S4 would use that same 2nd rendition of the end credits theme, so that was even more unusual for me.

Yeah, FAMILY GUY... It's a part of my weird-ass life. And there's probably whole holes of other stuff related to this show and other things that I could waffle on about regarding my preteen years, but... I'll just cap it off here, lol.

#Youtube

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Wedding Bells- Joel Fry x OC

Joel Fry x Isabel Abbott

Description: It’s Joel and Isabel’s wedding day!

Word Count: 2.2k

“Isa,” a gentle voice whispered into Isabel’s ear as a hand shook her. Her brows furrowed, though her eyes stayed closed and she pulled the covers closer to her. 

“Isabel, it’s time to get up,” the same voice mumbled. She groaned softly. 

“Not yet,” she grumbled tiredly, hearing a chuckle afterwards. 

“It’s already 9:00, we have a big day ahead of us.” Hesitantly, the girl’s eyes fluttered open to see Joel staring at her with a small smile. A quiet giggle left her lips. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked softly. 

“What? I’m not allowed to admire my future wife?” He shot back in the same tone. Isabel shook her head amusedly. 

“Not when I look like this,” she responded. “I thought it was bad luck to see me before the wedding.”

“Only when you’re in your dress,” he corrected. “Neither of us are properly dressed, therefore I can sit here and look at my gorgeous wife.” 

“I’m not your wife yet.” Joel shrugged. 

“I’m planning ahead.” The girl sighed happily and scooted closer to him. 

“Can’t we just stay in bed a few more minutes?” She pleaded softly, flashing her puppy eyes at him. Luckily for Joel, he didn’t have to answer as their bedroom door all but burst open. The couple jumped in surprise and turned around as Isabel’s bridesmaids walked in. 

“Good morning,” Emilia, her maid of honor, sang. “Time to get up. We have a schedule to keep here. Joel, the guys are waiting downstairs to take you to the venue, get dressed and get out so we can get the gorgeous bride ready.” 

“You guys are much more hyper than us this morning,” Joel noted as he pushed the covers off of him and stood up. Emilia stuck her tongue out at him, to which he chuckled at as he grabbed some clothes from the dresser then walked to the bathroom. 

“Come on, we got Cinnabon,” said Lucy, one of the bridesmaids, as she grabbed Isabel’s hand. The girl groaned again, but did as she said. She attempted to tame her hair as she was led downstairs, and she grinned at the groomsmen once they came into view. 

“Morning boys,” she greeted casually as she walked into the kitchen. 

“Morning Isabel,” they answered in unison. She giggled as she opened the box and grabbed a cinnamon roll, beginning to eat along with the girls. Everyone made small talk until Joel walked downstairs. 

“Alright darling, I’m off,” he informed her as he walked over to her. 

“Okay, be safe,” Isabel muttered, leaning up to give him a kiss once he reached her. Joel grinned then licked his lips of the icing that stained them from the kiss. He couldn’t say anything before the guys began practically dragging him out. 

“I’ll see you at the altar,” she called with a fond smile. 

“I almost can’t wait,” Joel called back before the front door closed. Sofia shook her head at them then faced the bride. 

“You ready for today?” She questioned eagerly as the girls continued to eat. Isabel couldn’t help but nod enthusiastically. 

“I’ve never been more ready. I just need the next two hours to go by fast so I can see him again,” she responded earnestly. 

“Well you don’t have to worry about that with us,” Lucy said, linking their arms together. “We’ll have you done up and dressed to see your man at the altar in no time. Let’s go!” Isabel couldn’t help but laugh as she was led back upstairs once more. 

Within the hour she was showered and her hair was blow dried for the hairstylists to take how they wanted. Isabel made pleasant talk with them as they curled her hair to sit in a bun near the top of her head with several strands pulled out. After that came makeup. Her makeup was done in a natural manner with soft gold glitter and a pink lip. The girls made sure to get plenty of pictures during the process and it took all Emilia had not to cry when she went to help her into her dress. It was a witch castille bride wedding dress with off the shoulder sleeves. 

“Alright, we’ll head to the hotel so Isabel can get into her dress then the reveal for the bridesmaids and groomsmen will be at the venue, so girls it’s time for you to go,” Emilia called from the bathroom. Isabel grinned when she heard several groans. 

“Can’t we just skip that part?” Sofia begged. “We deserve to see her first.” 

“Isa, please,” Lucy added pleadingly. Isabel shook her head before realizing that there was in fact a door between them. 

“Sorry girls, you’ll just have to wait,” she responded apologetically. Emilia gave her a grateful smile before stepping out to make sure the girls actually left before taking her outside, where her car was waiting. 

The drive to the hotel was much quicker than Isabel thought. For their wedding, they opted to have it on the beach since that’s where Joel had proposed. They rented out a few hotel rooms for everyone to get ready though, so that’s where they were going now. When they arrived, there was security there to help lead them through the hotel to get to her room. The girls were already there in their dresses waiting rather impatiently for her. They made sure to get plenty of pictures when she walked in then went to the bathroom, where her dress was. It took all Emilia had not to cry when she went to help her into her dress. It was a floor length a-line dress with white beading that had long organza sleeves that Isabel had all but fallen in love with when she first saw it.

“Groomsmen are here,” Lucy called, knocking on the door. Isabel’s heart practically burst open and she looked at Emilia excitedly. 

“Are you ready?” The maid of honor questioned, amused about her friend’s enthusiasm. It only took a singular nod from Isabel for her to tell everyone to face away from the bathroom for the reveal. After making sure they’d done as she said, she led the bride out and positioned her in front of the door. A photographer began snapping pictures immediately then looked at the bridal party. 

“Alright, I’m gonna count down from three and you guys turn around. Ready?” The girls all but squealed out a yes as Emilia moved off to the side with the wedding planner so everyone could get a full view. 

“Okay, 3...2...1...Turn!” She continued to snap pictures as everyone turned around in unison. Gasps were heard from each person as they took in the bride’s appearance. Isabel had to force herself not to cry when she saw a few teary eyes in her friends. 

“Oh my god,” the best man, Msimisi, laughed out, though it wasn’t in a mean way. It was one of those ‘I’m so happy that I don’t know what else to do other than laugh’ sort of laughs. 

“You look gorgeous!” Sofia exclaimed, wiping her eyes. 

“Absolutely stunning,” Tom, one of the groomsmen, agreed. Isabel giggled then straightened out her dress. 

“Alright, all that’s left now is the wedding,” the planner said, looking around the room. “Is everyone ready?” A collective nod came from everyone. “Good. The groomsmen will go get the groom then take him down to the beach, the girls will be there shortly after.” The men nodded and made their way out, offering a hug to the bride as they did so. 

“Good luck,” Ryan muttered in her ear, being the last one to walk out and closing the door behind him. Isabel took an excited breath then looked around. 

“Well? What are we waiting for?” She inquired. 

“The guys to leave,” Emilia responded immediately, which made the others laugh. “Don’t worry Isa, you’ll see your lover-boy soon enough. You just need to be patient.”

“I’ve been patient for the last nine months Em,” the girl retorted. “Forgive me if I’m more than ready to finally be married to the love of my life.” The girls cooed in unison. 

“How sweet,” Lucy squealed. The planner shook her head amused at them then after a few minutes opened the door just enough to peek out of it after hearing a knock.

“Alright, the guys are gone. Let’s get this show on the road.” The girls all but screamed in excitement and they picked up their respective bouquets. 

“Beautiful bouquet for the beautiful bride,” Emilia said, handing her the eucalyptus bouquet she had helped the bride pick out. Isabel smiled gratefully then pressed a kiss to her cheek before following the rest of the girls out. 

Isabel’s heart was beating out of her chest the entire way to the beach. This was it, she was finally doing the very thing she dreamed of ever since she met Joel. It almost didn’t feel real, Sofia had to stop Isabel from continually pinching herself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. 

They finally arrived at the beach, and Isabel couldn’t help but grin. The setting was simple enough. There were two sections of seating, eight rows of three wooden chairs with white tulle bows as well tied to the back of them as eucalyptus bows on each end chair. A white lac carpet sat in the middle of them as a makeshift aisle. At the end of the aisle was an arbor covered in flowers and vines that Joel already stood in front of with the groomsmen and Msimisi off to the side. 

Her breath hitched when her eyes landed on him. Since the wedding was not quite traditional, they saw no reason to have a traditional suit for the men. Joel wore an off white canvas material suit, the others wearing less formal suits. Isabel was finally forced to tear her gaze away when Emilia squeezed her arm gently. 

“We’re ready,” she informed her, receiving a nod from the bride. 

“Line up girls,” the planner said. The bridesmaids got into line, Lucy first, then Sofia, then Emilia, and finally Isabel. The latter took a deep breath as the music began, and Lucy began walking down the aisle. She took a deep breath as it was finally Emilia’s turn to walk down the aisle. The music changed, it was Isabel’s turn. She adjusted the bouquet in her hands then stepped into view of the guests. Upon noticing her appearance, everyone stood and faced her. A bright grin slipped onto her face and she began her tread down the carpet, praying that she didn’t trip over her own feet. 

As she walked, her eyes landed on Joel once again. Her heart melted when she realized there were tears in his eyes. Of course, she couldn’t see very well as tears had also welled up in her eyes. Much to Isabel’s dismay, Joel looked away as a tear slipped down his cheek. He was quick to wipe it away then take a deep breath and face her again, only for more tears to well up. She couldn’t help but giggle as she finally reached him. His hands were out, waiting for her to take them, which she did after setting her bouquet down. Joel took a moment to press a loving kiss to her forehead before they stood in front of the officiate. 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today,” the officiate began with a kind smile. Isabel found herself not being able to focus as he continued his speech. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of the man in front of her. It seemed that Joel felt the same way because their eyes met several times during the wedding. 

“Joel Michael Fry, do you take Isabel to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, as long as you both shall live?” The officiate finally asked, looking at the man. 

“I do,” Joel responded without hesitation, which made the girl tear up all over again. This is it. The big moment. 

“Isabel Harper Abbott, do you take Joel as your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, as long as you both shall live?” Isabel had to force herself not to choke up as she answered. 

“I do,” she said, voice cracking. Joel couldn’t help but offer a teary chuckle, which made the officiate grin kindly. 

“Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife,” he spoke, which made the girl’s heart soar. “Joel, you may kiss your bride.” Joel wasted no time in pulling Isabel towards him and kissing her with all the passion he had. Isabel’s arms wrapped around his neck and she smiled against his lips as the guests cheered for them. They finally pulled away for air after a minute and at each other, comically wide grins on their faces. Joel pressed one more kiss to her lips before surprising her by swooping her up into his arms. A surprised gasp left her lips and her arms tightened around his neck. He paid no mind to it and instead shouted happily before beginning to run down the aisle with his wife still in his arms, leaving behind the guests and going to start the new chapter in their lives together.

#joel fry #joel fry imagine #joel fry x oc #i'm joel fry trash

[the-firebird69]

Atomic Blonde - Official Trailer #2 [HD]

YouTube · Universal Pictures

Apr 11, 2017

We do have a problem I'm somehow mutating and it's not just my face so I can see what I'm doing and he says there might be a hormone in the water and I noticed it affecting you a little no but if you eat the right food healthy foods you don't get affected too much by the hormones either and it's true so there are a few things happening but I'm going to be in this movie and I need help there's a lot of people after me I don't really know who to call it's going to get beat up but it is a horrible horrible film I'm in a fight every few seconds and he says it's over the money and I do realize that and Lily comes after me and he's a force and they fight each other and they start fighting one group and it looks like bja but it's not it's a group of clones. And they're fighting pretty hard and he teams up with the professional and it's not Trump versus his own he they look similar but not in this case the professional does very well but it looks like he doesn't make it the other guy either but it does show up in another movie no it's slightly different. And they're getting killed very badly so I'm hoping to get out of it and he says I do I show up in Utah fine at the airport he likes to travel so it's stupid she's just like his mom and dad probably should he says and it's true is it really do anything. Really the guy doesn't he's just riding his bike around getting stuff telling people to f*** off and typing all sorts of things you look at he's doing tons of work but and he probably owns tons of stuff he's going to go to Utah we have to go there anyways so I might as well make some friends and inroads and stash some things it says I'm going to need it it's probably true too 250,000 is not enough to do anything and maybe not even enough to move an apartment because it's a huge pain and a lot of people don't accept social security and he said that and we do agree there are places that do but they're like garths and they're kind of dilapidated and the full of people who yell and scream just like this. But there's only two here and really the others are more tame but act like chimpanzees sometimes showing their butt to you all sorts of dumb things same guy next door though. He says I can make a restaurant chain work real well and that would be D'Angelo's so I might do the commercial says he's going to take him over first I think I'll do it now so I'm going to make me an offer send me stupid cuz I'm going to look like her the whole time which is not bad. Kind of helps out and he says being my neighbor is hard and I was in the fix too so here we go I'm going to do this movie and have fun and I'll probably do a sandwich and a sandwich ad and it's going to be a weird time and we think that his theory might be right people might be going from The matrix and if they don't succeed there meeting tell people stuff they go to the warehouse at the Tron facilities and I'm interested in going after them and we need people out in their hours and it's hell and Billy z is dangerous person we want him to stop I'm bringing the money back and he goes after it and Trump fights him which is good too so wish me luck everybody

Sherry aka sharonstone

Stan

[my-whumpy-little-heart]

And Emphasis On Scent

Crackcember: Day 3 (Alt Prompt: Effervescent) 

This chapter is far longer than I meant it to be, and I’ve got a feeling the next one will be too. Cheers to crackwhump owning all of my braincells!

Content warnings: manhandling, noncon (nonsexual) touch, light head injury

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“Cool, okay,” Hilbert sighed to himself, “I’ll get out soon enough. Right.”

He eyed the duffel bag with disdain. There was no use in trying to pack anything when he wasn’t planning on going anywhere but back home. This would be a much better opportunity to escape, as long as he could get off the duct tape holding his ankles together.

Hilbert sat back, trying to find the end of the tape with numbed fingers to peel it off. Dennis apparently had no regard for his circulation, considering the lost dexterity in his fingers and now the light tingling on his feet, and he was more than ready to be free of his bonds. 

It didn’t take him long to realize this may be a more difficult task than he anticipated, though. The layers of tape around his ankles were thick and wide, twisting above and below them over and over. With the edges tucked away and the whole thing being far too thick to tear through, packing the duffel bag with whatever he could find was looking like a better and better option.

Hilbert let out a sigh as he gave in and grabbed it, glancing inside to check that the can of beans was indeed the only item inside. Other than that… he glanced beside him at the abandoned ping pong paddles sitting near a ball that must have fallen off the shelf after them, figured it couldn’t hurt--figuratively, at least--and threw them in his bag. 

A neon blur caught the corner of his eye when he looked over and sitting next to him, right where it had been abandoned only a day or two prior, was the little worm toy from Dennis. Eggbert, he’d named it. Hilbert berated himself as he stowed it in the bag, debating what purpose it could possibly serve, but it was better something than nothing. Maybe showing some appreciation for the toy would appease his captor. 

He slumped back against the pillar, squinting to see the rest of the room, but it didn’t help much at all. Perhaps there was something on the pool table that he couldn’t see from his vantage point, but it wasn’t worth the effort of attempting to stand with his bound legs and teetering on over to check. There was definitely something he’d forgotten, but Dennis chose that moment to come thundering back down the stairs and it was too late. 

He zipped the duffel bag, threw it over Hilbert’s shoulder, bound his hands in the same fashion again, picked him up bridal style--much to his displeasure--and they were off. Dennis was being uncharacteristically quiet for once as he carried Hilbert up the stairs and out the door, setting him down on the floor once they were back on level ground so he could see the hulking vehicle before them. 

“There she is!” Dennis clapped him on the back, right over the sensitive welts. Hilbert hissed in pain, waddling awkwardly to face him and protect his injuries as best as possible.

A firm hand on his chin wrenched his head back forward, pointing at what must have been the RV. Hilbert nodded absently, unable to make out more than the general shape of the vehicle without his glasses. Dennis seemed to notice and sighed dramatically, whipping Hilbert’s head back over to him so he could slide the rectangular frames back on his face, none too gently, and turned him to look right back where he had before.

The RV was… well, it was certainly a vehicle. There wasn’t much nice to say beyond that. What must have once been bright red paint was chipped and faded, a dirty maroon stripped down to brown the lower it went. The front of the thing was dented all over and the windshield looked to be permanently encrusted with dirt and grime. 

Hilbert really wasn’t looking forward to seeing the interior. 

“Pretty neat, huh? She’s ready to roll and take us wherever I please,” Dennis nodded, seemingly quite proud of himself considering all he did was shell out some cash.

“I don’t suppose that includes my apartment?” 

“Course not!” He grinned, grabbing Hilbert’s elbow and dragging him forward. The largely empty bag fell against his shin with every movement. “You’re never gonna want your apartment back once you see what this baby has in store.”

“Worth a try,” he muttered, fighting the losing battle to stay on his feet. At least Dennis had the slightest bit of foresight and brought a ramp to drag him gracelessly up into the RV. 

The first thing he saw when they entered was a sitting area furnished with torn cushions right across from a shoddy kitchenette. Hilbert grimaced at some dark stains around the sink that looked suspiciously like mold. Dim yellow lighting cast a sickly glow over the whole space. 

“Stop gawking, this isn’t even the best part!” Dennis pulled him past the main area back to a hallway with a door on either side and a room in the back. “I think that’s an ironing board or something,” he said, waving to the door on the left. 

“Or something? Do you even know what all you bought?” Hilbert asked and Dennis stopped dead in his tracks, righting his captive before he fell to the floor.

“Fine, let’s see,” he said, shoving Hilbert in front of the door and opening it without warning. The ironing board inside swung out and down before he could comprehend what was happening, hitting him square in the forehead. “And there’s your answer,” Dennis nodded, pulling Hilbert along without a second glance. He grimaced, massaging the sore spot on his head as well as he could with his hands bound and wondering whose bright idea it was to make the ironing board block off the hallway.

The next room he stumbled into had a luxurious queen sized bed with a flowery comforter: the only part of the miserable vehicle that seemed presentable so far. 

“This is the bedroom!” Dennis practically glowed with excitement. “Mmm… effervescent~!” 

Hilbert would have questioned whether Dennis even knew what that word meant, but he realized he wasn’t particularly sure himself. If anything was right there, though, it was the ‘scent’ part. The whole room had a metallic sort of stench, like a coin, that made him wrinkle his nose. A real effervescent cent scent.

What was more concerning, though, was the fact that this seemed to be the only bedroom, which meant...

“I’m not sharing a fucking bed with you,” Hilbert spat out.

“What?” Dennis fixed him with an incredulous look, barking out a laugh. “No duh. You’re not allowed anywhere near my bed. We’ve got a shared restroom over there,” he said, pointing to a separate room at the end of the hallway, “but your room is right over here.”

He led them back to the door across from the ironing board and pulled it open in a grand, sweeping motion. Hilbert wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he shouldn’t have been surprised to see a small, musty broom closet in front of him. 

“But,” Dennis took the duffel bag from him and threw it into the small space, shut the door, and put the ironing board back up as they stepped past, “since I’m nice, you won’t have to stay in there too often as long as you’re cooperative. Right now, you and I are gonna spend some quality time together.”

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[macyomoiji]

You said you wanted fanfic requests… well here you go! :)

If you’re up to it, I would love to see what you’d do with a Levi or Jean smut where the reader is making out with them, but says they have to run some errands so it can’t escalate. The more they make out, the more they realize they do in fact want to do more, and Levi or Jean teases them about it.

K idk if this is any good. I kept accidentally deleting this little starter paragraph when trynna put the minors dni img. I didn’t totally follow the prompt but didn’t realize it until I finished at like 5am 😌😭😩 this is my first request so hopefully it’s not terrible or sound like a delirious person wrote it! Let me know your thoughts! 🙇🏽‍♀️ I’m gonna hope for…average and go hibernate now! 🙃🤍

Here goes nothin!

Levi x Reader!

Timeframe: Season 3; Location: new Levi Squad hideout.

FYI: I kept it tame…I’m writing a second part though :P grinding, mentions of sex, fluffy, a lil plot

“You’re ribs are still broken Mikasa.” As much as you admire her drive and devotion, you along with Armin really wish she would take it easy…

“Isn’t that a bit hypocritical Section Commander?” Mikasa asks but lets you take the crate she was carrying to bring it inside.

“Of course it is but you have broken ribs I only have some stitches though!” Giving her a cheeky but cheery smile before you place the crate down on the floor next to the counter.

“Both of you are so stubborn.” Armin comments before going to find Connie to rotate who’s on lookout duty.

“Aw I’m not that bad am I?!” You say while while walking to look out the front room window. Being met with some silence you look over your shoulder.

“Objectively speaking, you’re worse. Hange is worse than either of you though.” Mikasa says before going back outside. You shake your head and look out the window to check the surrounding area.

“Where the hell are they?” Muttering to yourself you turn around to go check on Eren. His ability to turn into a Titan seems to only sometimes take a toll on his physical abilities. Thankfully Jean didn’t complain when you asked him to help Eren relearn how to steer a horse pulled cart.

It was about an hour ago that you returned from running surveillance via horseback with Sasha. All of the horses are pretty well behaved. However, you probably should have had Eren and Jean take your horse Mori, to practice with. He’s a patient horse and they tend to run yours and others patience thin when they have to work together specifically.

Just as you were going to check on the boys, you pinch the bridge of your nose hearing them arguing from a good distance away.

“How the hell did you manage to forget something this easy anyways?” Can’t Jean just take pride in the simple act of having to re teach Eren anything?

“Did you forget what species you were horse face? Or could you not make up your mind?”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“Really?! Did you forget basic reasoning or are you just that much of an idiot?” At this rate they’re gonna end up hurting one another. You opt to flag them down so they don’t end up crashing.

“Are you both children?” You try yelling to get their attention. Behind you is where they’re suppose to leave the cart. There’s a section of fencing…that the horse can easily jump over. Not the cart though.

“Funny because it sounds like your just begging me to kick your ass. Titan abilities or not.”

“You’re really starting to piss me off!”

“Guys!?”

-thankfully Eren pulled the reins.

You put your hands out in front of you to signal to the horse to slow more now that they’re getting close. He abides.

-If you don’t show up Levi, you’re getting a taste of your own medicine.

When you and Levi began seeing one another, it took quite a while to work out. He had been the one to actually ask about officially being a couple. Although it was more sneaky than creative, you invited him to go to check out the shops near where the Scouts had been working to establish a supply base. He agreed but when you said “it’s a date then?” He went quiet for a moment and turned his back to you. A whole minute had passed and it didn’t look like he had moved much. It made you feel embarrassed for having gone about it that way so you were okay with pretending it never happened. 5 minutes had passed before he went about answering the same way you asked; “I…okay..I’ll see you in about an hour.” Despite how awkward he acted starting out, things worked out. Your first kiss resulted in him freezing up and you almost crying before he grabbed you to kiss you back. Back then you were the braver of the two of you. But after your first time, asking him to show you how he felt more and saying “I love you”, it seems like the tables have turned.

“Guys pay attention!” Of course it can’t just be these two. You whip your head to the back door after hearing a scream from the other side of the house. That didn’t sound like Sasha…was that Connie?

“Oh are you gonna cry about it?!”

-That temper is gonna be the end of us…

You notice Jean taking the reins from Eren.

-Wait did he just snap the reins?!!

“What the hell is going on our here?” But before you could say anything or look for Levi around the corner of the house, you had to jump out of the way. It’s reassuring to know the horse was planning to stop a couple feet past where you stood. What’s not so great is feeling like you opened your stitches at your underarm. You weren’t really given much choice; to your right was the house and the left was barrels of hay and grass.

“Jean! Eren! I will personally shove my foot up both your asses especially if my stitches opened.” The fact that you don’t get angry easily or swear often let alone raise your voice, helps your current position. It’s kinda hard to be taken seriously when you’re upside down.

“Section Commander! I’m so sorry!”

“We’re so sorry!” Well they’re mostly on the same page since they both apologized at the same time. Eren seems to have taken the ‘every man for himself’ route considering his using ‘I’ rather than ‘We’ like Jean.

“Good going Eren now we’re both screeed.”

“Shut it horse face.”

Once you’ve rolled to your side and sit up, you’re helped up by Levi. Avoiding your injured underarm in the process of getting you inside the dining room. Thankfully Hange and Moblit have taken everyone outside to go to the colosseum like opening for Eren to assume Titan form.

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“Did you bring extra clothes?” Levi asks as he checks your stitches.

“Yeah, I have some.”

“Good.” Normally he’d remain entirely professional so you don’t expect to feel his lips press to your shoulder once he’s finished checking your stitches.

“You seem to be in a good mood today.” You murmur looking over your shoulder.

“And what if I am?” Feeling his breath on your skin causes a light shiver.

“I’ll have to figure out what caused it.” Turning around to face him; the hand that had held onto you before moves to gently hold your chin. You close the gap between the two of you intending to give him a light peck. Just as you started pulling away the hand holding your chin moves to press against the back of your head gently. His other hand takes one of yours.

“Is it so hard to believe that I just missed you?” It’s hard to think when he hardly separates from your lips to get the words out.

With a hum, you let go of his hand and put both of yours around the back of his neck. “Who are you and what have you done wi-“

“Stop talking.” Cutting you off, he suddenly grabs under your knees to pull you to him. Since your chairs aren’t quite close enough you almost fall. You gasp and open your eyes for a moment. He pulls you flush against him before placing one hand at the middle of your back the other gripping your thigh.

“Wh-what about-“

“I told them we’d meet them once I took care of you.” His reason given between kisses that are only becoming more…aggressive. His choice of words and the way he said it causes your face to heat up a little.

As much as you want to keep going, you can’t help but worry about someone possibly walking in on the two of you. “..”

“No one’s is going to walk in on us.” The man’s known you since he joined the Scout Regiment. He may not be a mind reader but hes pretty damn close. Being as observant as he is, Levi is very aware of what will get and keep your attention. With that said, he seldom ever lets himself get to carried away which is why his behavior right now is…exciting.

“We have to go and hel-“

“Hange and Moblit are just fine. Jean and Sasha are on lookout duty for another hour.”

There aren’t as many opportunities for you to be alone together like this.

“You’ve told me,” moving his hand from your thigh up and along your side, at the same time he moves to kiss your cheek. “more than once,” albeit gentle, Levi intends to make a point. Trailing to your ear, you let part of a moan unintentionally escape when he bites, “to be more expressive.” Absentmindedly your hips aren’t quite rocking but you’re not staying still while straddling him either.

“~Levi-“ your breath hitches as you feel his fingertips trail back down your side. Pulling the hem of your shirt he moves his hand under your tank top traveling up in a tantalizingly slow way.

The hand under your shirt travels up slowly as he cups one of your breasts. Once he begins to fiddle with the sensitive bud over your bra, your breathing becomes more audible. You debate on whether or not you should keep going or just move his hand from under your shirt. But have to stifle a moan when he pulls the fabric out of the way to touch your bare skin.

“Because you—want to know—that I want you—as much as you-want-me.” Pausing between words, he trails kisses down your neck to your collarbone.

“Levi..” knowing your body well enough, you decide to try and slow things down. If his mouth goes any lower than your collarbone, you might as well throw in the towel.

The tone in his voice changes; “Or…am I misunderstanding entirely?” He stops moving. His tone sounds disheartened. But why? “Do you want me to stop because you no longer want m-“ quickly but gently you pull him back to silence his doubts with a kiss. The disheartened tone you’ve only heard once in regard to your relationship is not one you like.

“Listen here old man!” You say say in a sweet but playful manner. Having gotten his attention, you earn yourself a scowl and a bite to your lip. “If you ask me-eeh!” The hand under your shirt goes below your ribs and proceed to tickle you. An incredibly unfair move since he won’t let you tickle him.

“Call me old man again.” Once your laughter ceases you could choose to back down, but teasing him is much too fun. Besides, it usually gets him to loosen up a smidge.

Pressing your forehead to his, with lips centimeters apart, “Old man.” You tease with half lidded eyes.

“You act like a mom but sound like a brat.” Almost immediately, you second guess your choice to tease him once you feel him adjust you on his lap. Feeling him grind against you so suddenly and deliberately makes you gasp. Taking advantage of your parted lips, his lips return to yours. His tongue glides along your bottom lip before exploring your mouth. At first he hesitates but once he feels reciprocate, he’s reassured.

Believe it or not, he’s much more gentle than you had thought he might be before you two got together. He doesn’t act forceful or aggressive like this ever. The closest he gets to forceful or aggressive is probably when you’re having sex. It’s kinda hard to be super gentle with that. But the man won’t even spank you. It was only an idea, but he shot it down because it’s still hitting you to him. Hence why it’s incredibly difficult to put a pause on things right now.

What if you just don’t pause things…

“Did you make up your mind yet?” The usual tone of his voice laced with amusement while keeping his lips close to yours. Feeling your face heat up a little, you smile and turn to face away but of course he stops you with his lips once again.

“Hange already suspects that something’s up Levi” you say while running your fingers along his shoulders. Down his arms and back to then move down over his upper torso. For a moment he watches with his hands hands holding onto your hips. You press a little more while sort of tracing over his toned body. Just barely jumping when you move your fingers over his stomach causes you to freeze. With a brief giggle you place one hand over his heart and one at his shoulder. Pressing your forehead to his and closing your eyes you sit still feeling his heartbeat under your hand.

“I guess you can’t help being indecisive and paranoid, can you?” He teases then bites your lip gently.

“How’d I have a crush on such a bully for the past however many years.” Murmuring against his lips, you try not to move about to much.

“Another one of the worlds greatest mysteries.”

“I love you.” You whisper.

“I love you too. Now get up.” Gently he shrugs to get you to sit up so he can kiss you once more.

“Rude.”

He holds you in place one more time; between a few searing kisses to punctuate his sentence; “The sooner we get things done—the sooner we can finish—where we—left —off..” the tone of his voice surprisingly low and abnormally seductive. Once your lips separate you take a moment to catch your breath. You admire the light blush on his cheeks before you both stand up. Feeling a soft breeze that suddenly catches your attention, you to turn around.

“Levi, was that door open before?”

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