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#ohh the warmth and coziness of this! <3
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kalinawtokilig · 11 months ago
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S/O who sleeps (too much) in the oddest of places
Ohh, being tired 24/7. I feel ya,,
((My formats will be a bit a different as I’m experimenting which feels and looks best, so bear with me))
- Y a s . My five favorite characters of haikyuu. yes. I agree. -
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Pair(s): Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader, Suna Rintaro x Reader, Tendou Satori x Reader, Yachi Hitoka x Reader & Sugawara Koushi x Reader
Summary: 
You are the type of person to either have pulled so many all nighters that fatigue has finally caught up to you and the backlash is very intense, or you are such a sleepy person you’ll take a nap anywhere, anytime. It had cause inconvenience sometimes, such as having to keep the storage closet in school locked to prevent you from sleeping and being locked in, or skipping some classes to doze off. But thankfully your partner was able to help and spot you in time before anything off happens. 
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Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader 
((Ughhh, I love and pimp,,, I canNOT express that enough))
Iwaizumi knows his S/O can be such a sleepy babe
He wants you to be careful where you decide to rest
One time he wondered where you were, as he hasn’t found you in your class nor has his friends saw you in lunch 
He usually visits you to check up on you, to see if you’re okay, if you got enough sleep, or if you ate
He!! Is!! Concerned!! for !! your wellbeing!! 
With school ending and no practice today, Iwaizumi was eager to see you and walk you home, maybe even order takeout while watching a movie or something. When he said goodbye to his friends, he grabbed his scarf and jacket, heading to your classroom.
“Ah, Iwaizumi-kun.” One of your friends say, seeing him walk through the door and scanning the classroom. “If you’re looking for (Y/N), we haven’t seen them in a while. Last time we did it was the first few classes, then they left.”
Nodding in thanks, Iwaizumi decides to keep texting you, until you answer. But you didn’t. Which meant you kept your phone at do not disturb again OR your phone died. Again. You probably used it to listen to the newest podcast and went straight to school without sleeping a wink.Furrowing his brow, he grunted in frustration. “Where can they be?” 
He thought for a moment. 
‘Not in the storage closet, the janitor now locks it cause they kept finding (Y/N) in it. In the locker room? No, I got a text from one (Y/N)’s friends that they didn’t go to P.E.’
Then it clicked.
“(Y/N) better not be up there, it’s fucking freezing-” 
Speed walking down through the hallways and up the stairs until he reached the rooftop, he slammed open the door and he looked around, circling the entrance, he sighed with relief. 
You were napping against the back of the entrance building, a fluffy blanket and his hoodie that you were wearing to keep yourself extra warm. Not to mention you also layered his hoodie with his VBC jacket. You were lying in fetus position, your bag serving as a pillow as you snored softly, blanket pulled up to your nose. 
You look so precious. 
‘Snap out of it, Hajime! They could’ve gotten sick! They can’t sleep here any longer!’ 
Crouching down, he nudges your temple with the curl of his index finger. He’s not surprised that your skin was cold, the tint of pink on your cheeks and nose tell him how cold your face was. 
“Baby, wake up.” He speaks quietly, still rubbing the crook of his finger against your temple. 
Humming as your eyes flutter open, you sneezed, sniffing as you smiled in a daze to your lovely boyfriend. “Hallo, Hajime. What’re you doing up here?” 
He pouted a bit, now his face is tinted red. “Idiot, I was looking for you. You haven’t been answering your phone, did your phone die again?” 
You snuggled deeper into his jacket, looking so soft and cozy. Your boyfriend is practically dying inside from how cute you are. “Mm. I think so? M’not sure.” 
“C’mon, let’s go home. You slept until school was over, dumbie.” He brought his hand close to you, sneaking out from the blanket, your warm hand grab his cold one, and he pulled you up, picking up your bag and then wrapping the fluffy blanket around your body. 
“When we get to your place can we sleep? You’re so warm, Hajime.” You shift closer to him, snuggling against the crook of his neck.
He chuckled, ruffling your hair despite your annoyed, tired, protests. “Of course we can bubs. But you got to do your homework.” 
You hummed again, softly this time. “I did it already. I can give you the answers if it means you’ll sleep with me.” 
Iwaizumi sputtered, “W-Watch what you’re saying, dumbass! You can’t just say that to anyone!” 
Hugging him, the fluffy blanket still covering you and engulfing him, you smiled slyly, “That’s why I’m saying it to you, babes.” 
“Idiot, l-let’s go.”
“Eager, aren’t ya?” 
“...Shut up.” 
((Yes. Give me all of Iwaizumi Hajime. Yes. I agree.))
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Suna Rintaro x Reader
((Look at him.  LOOK AT HIM. Icant---)) 
Suna probably either does get enough sleep or he doesn’t, there’s no inbetween
Sometimes he does, cause he’s so tired from practice and collecting blackmail from the Miya twins fight
and there are times he doesn’t that you have to pick him up from class cause not even the loudest Miya twin can wake him up
That’s cause Suna trained himself to tune out Atsumu HA
But in reality, I feel like Suna is a light sleeper and if you were to wake him up, he’ll be like, “Wassup, babe?” In the husky ,,, tone,, aARYUFVAOR
He does usually need to find you, cause he does get concerned where you sleep
During gym class, you decided to fall asleep underneath the bleachers. You weren’t dead tired, but you had a big exam for three of your classes. Three tests take up a lot of mind power and studying consumes days and nights of good sleep.  Thankfully, Suna had let you wear his VBC jacket today, cause he knows how cold it can be in the gymnasium. 
By the time gym class ended, lunch rolled around and Suna had texted you that he was coming over to your homeroom so he can pick you up and eat with him and the twins. 
Arriving at your classroom, he looks around and sees that you weren’t there. Asking your seat mates, they reply to him that they haven't seen you since gym class. Blinking at them, he nodded and left. Pulling out his phone, he checked your snapchat and you posted nothing. Swiping up, he sees that you’re still in school, but it doesn’t exactly say where, only that you’re in the Eastside. 
Gym. 
You’re still in the gymnasium. 
He knew that you were busy studying for the three tests that he came to the conclusion that you didn’t get enough sleep, which meant you’re sleeping somewhere in the gym.
Going to your locker cubby, he opened it to see that you haven’t even brought lunch with you. Except two juiceboxes. Taking them out, he headed back to his class and picked up his own bento. 
“Where ya goin’ Suna? Aren’t ya s’ppose to eat with (Y/N)?” Osamu asked. 
“Hm. I will. Gotta pick’em up.” He replied. 
“Good luck findin’ them then.”
“Thanks, ‘Samu.” 
Suna casually walked to the gymnasium, taking long stride to get there at a shorter time. (Curse them... and their tallness))  Entering, he decided to call you. Then he heard the small ringtone you set up for him, the ‘bunny-senpai theme’ something like that. Following the sound of it, he stood in front of the bleachers in confusion. The ringtone was coming from there but you weren’t on the bleachers. Walking to the side, he heard the ringing become louder. Peeking from behind, he shone his phone light and saw a figure sitting against the wall. 
Snorting, he entered into the small cave and sat next to you, seeing as you were about to fall forward, he debated on either recording you fall flat on your face, probably groan and go back to sleep, or, he cannot do that. 
Being the good boyfriend he is, he placed his hand on your forehead, pulling it gently towards him, having you lean against his shoulder. He decided to take a photo, only for him and your eyes, adding it to his album of you two together. The album was called ‘Finding (Y/N)’, which was dedicated to you being found in the oddest parts of school and Suna finding you. You were mainly asleep in most of them, since that’s why he named it after you because of the places you sleep in or on. 
Last time he found you sleeping on one of the library tables, far back where all the bookshelves hide that table and other forgotten books. 
Throwing up a peace sign, a certain angle showing both him and you, he captioned it, ‘Underneath the bleachers :P’ 
Somehow the flash of the screen camera made you stir, waking up, you lazily blinked. 
Suna turned to you, kissing the top of your head. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Nice nap?” 
Sighing, you nuzzled against his shoulder. “S’cold, Rin.” You muttered. Opening his bento, he picked up some meat and popped it into his mouth, talking with his mouth full he replied, “S’cause you’re wearing shorts, babe.” He draped his hand over your exposed legs, patting them softly and then pulling it onto his own. “Where’s your sweats?” 
“Mn, I’unno. Must’ve put’em in the laundry. Or something.” You said, going back to sleep until you sniffed your boyfriend’s lunch. Tired eyes shooting up, you rub your head against Suna. “Can I have please?” 
Chewing rice, Suna picked up a piece of spice pork and offered it to you. 
Taking a bite, you mewled at how good it tastes. 
“Nice hiding place, by the way.” 
“Thanks, bubba.” 
((Omg,,,, I fuckin LOVE HIMMMM))
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Tendou Satori x Reader
(AUYROVARFOYVARFOY YES,,,, I SIMP AND PIMP ))
OHHH what an energetic boi *cue puppy eyes uwu*
When he sees you napping he finds it sooo cute!!!
He can’t help but coo and call you the cutest nicknames for you to wake up too
“Peach” - “Jellal to my Erza” - “Beloved” - “Sweetcheeks” etc etc YUGFOEUYFGOUYEFV I LOVE TENDOU!!!!!
Shiratorizawa is a big school 
He usually wants you to go straight to your dorm or his dorm so you can nap, but he does want you to text him so he can see you and plop down next to you so you can nap together <3
If he can’t nap, he’ll read manga next to you be enveloped by your body warmth
When you forget to text him AND you’re not in either dorm, you know he’s gonna f i n d  y o u
out of love, ofc <3
At the end of practice, Tendou headed to his dorm, ready to shower and change into comfier sweats. Opening the door and dropping his bag to the side, he noticed there wasn’t a familiar lump on his bed. Shrugging, he took a quick shower and changed into warmer clothing. Drying his hair with a towel, he  sat down on his bed and checked his phone. 
“Ara, (Y/N) isn’t in their dorm. Good thing their roomie is there. Time to find my sunshine~!” Standing up, he pocketed his phone and closed his door. He could use the snapchat app, but he always like a challenge. Checking your reoccurring and unusual sleeping spots, he had found that you weren’t there at any of them. 
Humming, he had overheard from your classmates as he passed the hallways that they haven’t seen you after lunch. Like the good partner he is, he remembers your schedule. Since you had some of the same breaks, he made sure to drop by and wake you up so you can eat. He does find it worrisome that you like to sleep a lot that you forget to eat sometimes, but he doesn’t mind if that means he gets to see you more often! And talking about remembering schedules, he would sometimes pull you out of class so both of you can go into one of your hiding spots and catch up on whatever you wanted to talk about. 
Tendou loves hearing about your dreams. You tell him you have the weirdest and coolest anime-esque dreams when you’re at a specific place in school, saying it ‘Awakens your dream eye’. He indulges on it, saying that maybe one of your dreams can become a really cool manga idea, so he decided to help you keep your dreams consistent, doing research as in keeping a dream journal to continue the awesome dream you had, most of the time, you have your boyfriend on edge with how detailed your dreams can be. 
“My angel, lil’puppy, light of my life, where can you be?” He sang out at the hallways, passing by students who stayed a bit late to continue their studies or help around the school by cleaning. 
Stopping for a moment he recalled what your friend said; 
“(Y/N) probably dozed off again. I haven’t seen them since lunch and before that, we had lab.” 
Humming a made-up tune, he made his way to the lab reserved for the third-years, and as he slid open the door, he turned on the light and looked around. From checking to the storage closet and underneath the student’s desks he pouted a bit. 
A light bulb went off in his redhead. 
Going to the teacher’s desk and pulling away the swiveled chair, he bent down and smiled. 
“Found you, (Y/N)-ba~by!” 
You were sleeping soundly, your knees pulled up to your chest and Tendou’s VBC jacket being worn as it made you look so much more endearing. 
“Wake up, you hibernating bear. Gotta get up before someone finds us.” He crawled close to you and he cupped his hand on your soft cheek, turning to pinch it. Eliciting a whine, you scrunched your nose and glared with your eyes closed. 
“Open your eyes and time to rise! Satori is here to bring you back to your kingdom!” He teased, seeing that you started to stir, but your eyes are still closed. You held out your grabby hands and he pulled you into his arms. 
“Must’ve been a nice dream to have you skip all of your afternoon classes and forget to text me. Why sleep here?” He asks as he smoothed out your hair, you caught his hand and nuzzle your face into his large palm, his heart doing everlasting flips as how adorable you are. 
“Mm, kinda...superhero dream. S’a redhead antihero. Kinda lo’like you, Satori. He’s so cool, tryin’ ta change the system.” You replied a bit slurred, your eyelids opening half-way to stare lovingly at him. 
With his lip wobbling and eyes smiling, he lightly rubbed his nose against yours, “Always the smooth talker, aren’t ya, love?” 
(((I am dying. IWANT HIM IWANTAHIMMMMMM)))
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Yachi Hitoka x Reader
((SYUFOYVFYYOYV YES I AGREE I LOVE HER I WANNNT HERR IM A GREEDY PERSON OKAY OMG LET ME SIMP IN PEACE JEEZZ)
The pretty girl worries to death
Yachi knows that you don’t sleep at night cause you’re too busy gaming
Last time she slept over at your place, she tried her best to stay up for you but she passed out, when she woke up, YOU WERE STILL AWAKE
Finds ways for you to sleep early so she won’t have to find you sleeping in the storage closet beside the folded chairs
Conflicted on not wanting to wake you up or waking you up so you won’t get in trouble
You look so peaceful when you’re sleeping! She really dislike waking you up :(
As practice rolled around, Shimizu-senpai asked Yachi to pick up some more chairs from the storage closet. As she walked there and opened the closet, she heard soft snoring. 
She should know that it was you, but she was scared to move anything cause she doesn’t know exactly where you are sleeping on. Shuffling slowly, she peaked over some of the corners, reaching the blue mats, she saw the tuft of your hair at the opposite end. Climbing onto the mat, she crawled and looked down, seeing that you were sleeping in a cramped space. 
‘How can (Y/N) be possibly comfortable?’ 
Your head was leaning against the stacked mats, knees pulled to your chest and arms crossed on your knees. Just as Yachi was about to reach and fix your hair, she squealed when you caught her wrist, pulling it down as her face was closely met with your tired eyes glaring at the person who tried to wake you up. Softening your stare, you smiled kindly, loosening the grip on Yachi’s wrist and kissing it from holding it a bit tight. 
You were satisfied with the new color plastered on her face, a stuttering mess. 
“(Y/N)! W-What’re you doing s-sleeping here?! Don’t you know how cramped it is? And dusty?” She asked, avoiding your gaze. 
Humming, you rubbed the pad of your thumb against her soft wrist, “M’sitting on a spare towel. What’re you doing here?” 
“I had to get chairs for practice.” 
Groaning, with your other hand, you rubbed your temple. “I missed my last two classes. Damn.” 
Yachi pouted cutely, “(Y/N), did you sleep at all?” 
“I took a power nap. For five hours. Heh, don’t act so mad, buttercup. At least I got to wake up to you.” You flirted, snickering at how redder she became. 
“D-Don’t do that! I’m trying to be mad at you! You know I worry about your health. An average teenager should try to at least sleep seven or eight hours!” 
Sighing, you smiled at her with fondness, “I’m nocturnal, Hitoka. I sleep as much as possible when it’s the daytime. And I know for a fact that a student like you doesn’t sleep as much considering all the advanced class work can be a pain in the ass. Wasn’t it two nights ago you face timed me at two in the morning cause you were ready to set your homework on fire?” Smirking as you observed her sputtering for an explanation, you raised your hand and held the back of her head. 
“I’ll fix my sleep schedule if you give me daily kisses, how about that? Would you accept my offer, princess?” Your lips ghosted her, you can practically feel how warm her face is. 
Staring at her, she scrunched her brows and pursed her lips. “I don’t mind that proposal.” Yachi whispered. 
Grinning, you straightened your back as Yachi willingly leaned down to tilt to the right and returned the kiss. Pulling away, you stuck out your tongue between your teeth with a successful smile. 
“Since you’re awake, can you help me bring some chairs to the gym?” 
((I’m dying. I’m dying. IM DYING))
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Sugawara Koushi x Reader
((This man,,, goddamn,,, angels voice DEVILS WORDS))
Sugawara knows you love to sleep too much 
He wonders if you hibernate in the winter
Makes jokes about you being bear,,, or a cat 
Would sometimes invite you to his house or go over to your place so he can make sure you eat and remind you to do your homework 
Babe loves to nap with you after practice!!
Snuggling into all the pillows and blankets you hoard 
“I am in the cave of the hibernating honey bear”
“Koushi, go to sleep”
Sugawara knows how sleepy you are, so he doesn’t mind coming to your place and greeting you with kisses for you to wake up to. Even though practice ended late and Coach Ukai was pushing them a bit harder, Sugawara became a bit energized after showering and walking a bit faster to get to your place. After your first-year together, you decided to copy your house key and give it to him. Arriving to your place, he opened the door and knocked off his shoes, greeting your parent as they told him you were sleeping, as usual. 
“I was lazy to cook, Sugawara-kun. So, I ordered you guys pizza and burgers. Knowing (Y/N), I know they would complain to me if I haven’t bought them fries either. It’s in the living room, so try to wake up that tired kid o’mine to eat. Went straight to sleep when they came home.” Your parent sighed, shaking their head at your behavior. 
Sugawara chuckled. “I’ll bring them down, don’t you worry!”
“I’m positive you will. If it’s you and food, (Y/N) won’t mind at all.” 
The teen went up the stairs and opened your door, switching the lights on as his eyes landed to the barricade of blankets and pillows that shifted a bit. Walking closer, he saw the small exposure of your facial features. Tearing away the blankets, he smiled as he leaned in to pepper your face with soft kisses. The apples of your cheeks, forehead, temples, nose, and lastly, your own lips. 
Stirring, you slowly blinked. 
“Good evening, Sugar. Did you sleep well?” 
You grunted. 
“Come downstairs, there’s food!” 
Two hands shot out from the blankets as you held onto your boyfriend’s shoulders, pulling him down as he yelped. 
“Koushi, you can’t use food against me. I was sleeping.” You said in a tired voice. 
He turned to his side to look at you, lifting his finger and tracing your face, cheeks, nose, arch of your nose, and your lips. You took his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. With half-lidded eyes, you watched underneath your lashes the pink hue on his face, even the mole near his eye was highlighted. 
“You have to get up, (Y/N).”  “Why.”
“So we can eat and watch anime!”
“Hmm.” You brought the hand you were holding close to your chest, “But I wanna stay here and hold you.” 
Sugawara can be speechless at how flirtatious and bold you can be, even if it was unintentional. But he knows you, and he knows how to play this game. 
Shuffling close, you can feel his body heat, “If you wake up, I can give you some of the answers to the homework. And hand feed you fries.” 
Eyes fully awakened, you smiled cheekily, “You know me so well, Sugarplum.” 
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ygreczed-3 · a year ago
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Connor, Nines, Hank and Gavin - Reference sheets
Part 1 - Part 2
The thing is I intended to make a comic out of it, but I finally won’t be able to do it, because it’s weeell too long and complicated. I don’t feel ready for something like this…. This little part is the only one I’ll draw.
So, this is going to be a series of posts with concept arts, reference sheets, and a lazy descriptions of the plot I was planning to draw (scripts and notes mostly). I’m sorry and I just hope it’s not gonna disappoint you !
Anyway, thank you so much for your interest in this AU ! I’d never had imagined you’d like it that much !
Connor : I’m looking for Kamski. Hank : The magician? He disappeared after the Night of the cold blooded…. Connor : I know. I made my own investigation… and I may have found him. The problem is that… I can’t go alone. I resist cold weather very well but I know I won’t make it through Summer falls on my own. Hank : So what ? Connor : You’re a Red Guard warrior, right ? Come with me. We both have interests in finding Kamski. Hank : You think I'mma follow ya nicely into your trap ? Fucking Golems… Connor : Listen. My people are dying. With the Serfs War, we’re not much more than 100 units. Given our nature, we can’t give birth to sustain our own folk… but you’re not doing any better. Without snow magic, you can’t cultivate your lands, and your people are hungry. Kamski is our last hope.
After that, Hank goes back to his camp, where he lives with other humans from the hunting party. He takes his catch to one of them :
Hank : Here, that’s all I got today. I need an expedition pack… Can you do that for me ? Ben : Why ? You’re going on a trip ? We’re all getting ready to get back to Detroit. Hank : Yeah, I still have a few traps to check… Just go ahead, I’ll join you. Gavin : Hey, Bear Paw ! Hank turns around to see Gavin. Hank : What do you want ? Gavin : Seriously, that’s all ya got ? Hank : You know, if Fowler wants me to go on the hunt, that must be because I’m a better hunter. What did you do today hm ? Gathering wood? Wild carrots? Gavin : Fuck you Anderson. You know I’d be Fowler’s wing man without you around. Ben : Here Hank, your supplies. Hank : Thanks, Ben. Gavin : What… You going on a trip, old man ? Hank : It’s none of your business. Gavin : …
Gavin watches carefully as Hank takes the supplies and sits Sumo’s back again. As soon as Hank is out of sight, Gavin gets up on his horse and follows him.
Connor : You’re finally back. What’s your decision ? Hank : I just want to protect my people. If there is the slightest chance of saving them, I’ll take it. So, what’s the plan ? Connor : We have to go through the Pinewood, towards Braverive. It’s the southernmost village, the last step before entering the Stormy lands. Hank : I’ve never been so far. Braverive is a human outpost we created during the golden age, but lately nobody from Detroit made it to this place. The forest has become too dangerous. Connor : You mean, it’s dangerous now you don’t have Golems to escort you through it? Hank : Ohh, I wouldn’t go this way, if I was you. I have plenty of things to blame on you too. Connor : … Hank : … Connor : What’s its name ? The… the giant dog. Hank : … Sumo. His name’s Sumo. Connor : … I like it. I like dogs. Hank : … Whatever.
Connor and Hank have started their trip, they stop every night to let Hank rest. One night, while Hank sleeps, the Golem watches him, silently. Hank grumbles as he opens his sleepy eyes.
Hank : What the fuck you looking at, golem? Connor : It's… fascinating. Humans’ lifespan is so short and yet, you still sleep a full third of the time. Hank : You looking for a fist in your face ? Cause I have one that would match perfectly. Connor : Most human basic experiences are a luxury we, golems, don’t have. I wasn’t expecting you to understand. Hank : Yeah, and you’re immortal and young and strong, poor blue blood demon. Connor : You don’t understand. I’ll never know what it feels like to be a son, or to be a father. I don’t sleep, I don’t dream, I can’t appreciate the dry warmth of a cozy fire, or the soft touch of sunlight. I think… I would like to. Hank : … Connor : Human… What’s your name? Hank : Anderson. Hank Anderson. You ? Connor : Just… Connor.
Jericho, capital city of the Crystal Cove, free Lands of Winter. Marcus is in a huge room, in front of a crystal table showing a defense plan. Nines enter the room, straight back and princely look.
Markus : No. I told him his plan was suicidal, but he went anyway. He must be dead or captive now… I can’t take the risk to lose you too. Nines : You’re letting him down ? Markus : Look, Nines. Our defensive forces are weak. If the humans attack, they’ll largely outnumber us, and I don’t know if we can fight them off. I need you here. Nines : They won’t attack in winter, the snow isn’t at their advantage.  Markus : … No matter what I say, you’re gonna go. You’re just like him. Nines : He’s our brother. We grew up together, Markus… I know you’re worried too. Our people are counting on you, brother. Let me take Connor back here.
Connor and Hank are in the forest.
Connor : What are we stopping for again ? Hank : Shhhhh. This part of the wood is full of game. I didn’t take more than 6 daily rations, I’ll need food soon. Connor : You should have prepared your travel more carefully. We’re not on a touristic trip.  Hank : Shut up and build a fire. We’re stopping here. Connor : At this rate we’re never gonna get to Kamski before the end of the season. Hank : Who cares. Kamski’s not going anywhere as far as I know.  Connor : … I don’t want your people to attack my city when I’m not there to defend it. The sooner we find Kamski, the better it is. Hank : What, we’re the bad guys ? Please ! You were created to serve humanity. We needed your magic to cultivate our lands… we didn’t ask for this war, you made us do it. Connor : No one should be treated as you treated my people. You deserve all of this. Hank gets mad and charges Connor. He grabs his collar and pushes him against a tree. Hank : Yeah sure… all those people… men, women, children… they deserved to die, huh ? I should kill you for saying things like this. Hank lets go of Connor. Hank : Build a fire.
To be continued ! And see you tonight for the comic’s update ;)
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lemonlordleah · a year ago
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Hizashi Yamada period comfort
Adorable chibi made for me by my dear dear friend @smutbardpeach​ 
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“Hey, Sunshine. I’m back!” 
The chipper sound of Hizashi’s voice provides a momentary distraction from your near constant discomfort. You greet him as best you can in your achy, lethargic state. 
A knowing sigh slips through his nostrils as his eyes come to rest on your balled up form; hugging a couch pillow while you mindlessly watch TV. 
“That time already?” he asks, popping a hand on his hip and drumming his fingers there, “Want a hug? It’ll make ya feel better.” 
You shake your head with a groan. As much as you love Hizashi, you’re grumpy, tired, and definitely don’t feel like being touched right now. 
Fortunately for you, the upbeat hero knows just how to sell his love.
“So, you’re tellin’ me, if i come over there and wrap my arms around you, smellin’ all good and feelin’ all cozy, you’re gonna push me away?”
You side eye him, letting out a pensive ‘hmm’ against the pillow. The product does sound tempting...
“I’ll even let you play with my hair,” he offers with a wiggle of his eyebrows. 
You’re giddy when you realize it’s down. Even through such heavy malaise, you feel a spark of joy. 
The hero really is amazing. No matter how bad you feel, or how antisocial you want to be, he always manages to gently slip past your defenses. 
“Okay, deal,” you finally surrender, tossing your plush shield off to the side.
“Awww yisss.”
Hizashi feels quite accomplished as he shimmies across the living room. When he’s in arm’s reach, you open your arms invitingly, sighing softly as he envelopes you in a cocoon of affectionate warmth. 
It always surprises you how easy it is to relax against your boyfriend’s chest. 
In fact, it’s almost too easy... 
Before long, your eyes flutter closed.
~~~~(>^-^)><3<(^-^<)~~~~
“H-Hizashi?” you grumble, rubbing your eyes blearily.
“Welcome back sleepy head.” he greets you with a soft smile, “You passed right out.”
“For how long?”
“Like..,” he digs out his cell phone, “30 minutes?” 
“What the hell...”
A small chuckle sounds in his chest. “Well, now that you got a power nap in, anything I can do to cheer you up?” 
“Wellll,” you muse, snuggling closer to him.  
Disbelieving emerald eyes roll back in their sockets. He knows full well you only deploy this level of weaponized cuteness when you want something that’s a pain in the ass to get. 
“I reaaaaally want something sweet,” you pout, giving him your best, and most unnecessary, puppy dog eyes. 
“Hmm, but you’re right here?” the hero replies sincerely, tilting his brow as he peers at you over his glasses. 
Heat rushes to your face.
The smooth, cheesy bastard. 
“I am not edible-”
Hizashi snorts. “WEELLLLLL”
“YAMADA!” 
“Alright, alright! Hey, no punching!” he snickers before sliding out from under you to embark on his new quest.
To your surprise, he doesn’t grab his keys. Instead, he cuts off towards the kitchen, only to return moments later with your favorite treat. 
You perk up when you see him. 
“You already got it?” 
He shoots you a playful wink before passing the food off to you. 
“Hell yeah, Hizashi Yamada is nothing if not thoughtful babygirl.” 
The perfect gesture fills you with adoration. Hormones prevail, and your chin begins to wobble as tears swell in your eyes. 
‘Aww,” A goofy grin spreads across his face. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you close, a wave of contentment washing over him at your touched reaction. “Don’t mention it.”
Just as you’re about to dig in, you notice a pint of ice cream resting on the end table at Hizashi’s side.
“Ohh, I see you got yourself something too.”
The hero gasps, offended by your accusatory tone.
“(Y/n), when you hurt, I hurt. Sympathy pains baby. Sympathy pains.”
You laugh in unison, filled with such raw joy that, for a while, you forget all about the cramps and tiredness. 
Hizashi spends the evening by your side, watching silly shows and chatting as you have the energy. Towards the end of the night, he breaks out his violin, beaming as you ‘oo’ and ‘ahh’ at every song he plays for you during practice. 
He really is the best.
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ahogedetective · 3 months ago
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♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort ( <3 <3 <3 )
{ Acts of Intimacy ! }
♘ : Cuddling in a blanket fort
Blanket forts were one of those kinds of things Shuichi secretly always wanted to do, but was too shy to ever suggest it. He always feared if it seemed too childish for his age... but with Kokichi, he knew he didn’t have to worry about being judged. He knows he can always tell him anything without any worries... so when he shyly suggested that they could make one as a fun idea to do tonight, and Kokichi agreed to the idea: he was naturally very happy, and began gathering the needed materials with him throughout his bedroom and the house. Shuichi first takes his mattress off the bedframe, so that they could start draping blankets and lots of pillows on top of it once the mattress was set on the floor and their ‘walls’ and ‘ceiling’ were set up. He even went to get some spare fairy lights that were kept in the spare room closet, so that they could be strung up inside the fort to make it look even prettier.
The end result of their hard work resulted in a very cozy and nice looking blanket fort, Shuichi beaming as he excitedly glanced at it. “Ohh, we did great...! It looks so nice... I can’t wait to relax inside it with you. Let’s climb inside...!”  And once they got nice and comfy inside, continuing their fun night with binging a couple of movies and shows, maybe even reading their favorite books together afterwards, too: it felt all the more nicer to do so in their comfy blanket fort. And of course, he was also looking very much forward to cuddling together with him inside it, too..
At one point, whatever was currently playing on the TV became background noise at this point. He began to feel himself growing sleepy, a soft yawn escaping him as he laid his head back down. “Koki... let’s cuddle, now...” He smiles softly, opening his arms to invite him in them. And once he was, Shuichi holds him close against him, sighing in complete content as he began cuddling him softly. “Mmm... so warm...” He hums, bringing one hand up to comb it through his Kokichi’s hair as he pressed soft kisses to his forehead. His boyfriend always felt so warm and snug in his arms.. and something about cuddling together in a warm and cozy blanket fort, under the faint glow of the fairy lights: made it feel even nicer than it already did. He felt so relaxed and happy, he wouldn’t be surprised if he fell asleep even quicker... but he didn’t want to just yet: he wanted to stay up for just a little longer and indulge in this nice feeling...
“Ahh this is the life... cuddling with you under a cozy blanket fort... it’s going to be so hard to want to leave it when we wake up in the morning. You’ll probably have to pry me off of you...” He giggles softly, gazing at him with a half-lidded, warm gaze as he snuggles him even more against him. “Just kidding... we don’t have anything we have to do tomorrow morning, right...? So I’ll be looking forward to cuddling with you some more with you in the morning. Continue having fun with you like I did tonight. Thank you again for indulging me, sweetheart. I truly had a blast building a blanket fort together with you! It was so fun... and made the other things we did all the more relaxing and better in our toasty little fort, hehehe. We should definitely make another one again someday... it’ll be great. Especially if we can end our night....and start our morning... cuddling together like this. I love you, Koki...” And presses a soft, loving kiss to his lips as he brings that hand to cup and gently caress his cheek, staring at him with even more love and warmth pouring from his eyes.
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stanzoeywade · a year ago
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Veronica x MC tinder!au
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I headcanon Veronica to look like Barbara Lopez, and as you can see this headcanon was inspired by this tweet.
Summary: in which you are paired with Veronica for a project and she doesn't respond to your emails but you match with her on tinder. The both of you find each other attractive but you're both gay disasters. Also in this au the MC doesn't meet Poppy on her first day of school, so they don't know about the top 3 girls of Belvoire. (Where poppy is a switch (fite me), Veronica is a top.)
Warnings: swear words, and maybe toothache inducing fluff? Thigh riding smut.
Taglist: @somewillwin @belvoiresqueenbee @origmansello @clownery-is-a-new-personality @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @poppysimp @captain-hanadeleine @poppysmc @iiizdumb @uselesslesbianfr @scattered-to-the-winds @idiot-justidiot @toyhenoctus @coldbatfriendroad​
So it begins in one of your compulsory classes, where you have to be partnered up for a big project, like 20-30% of your final grade.
Cue your professor paring you up with someone who you've never seen before in class, and you're confused because wtf??? Who is this Veronica Lombardi person??? And why is everyone staring at you with mixed reactions, some look jealous while some look like they feel bad for you.
After class, you make you way to your dorm room and you ask Zoey if she knows Veronica Lombardi and that's how you find out about the whole ranking system in Belvoire. You learn that Veronica is at the number 3 spot as one of the most popular girls on campus. You're not really interested because in all honesty it sounds too much like high school and you're already over it.
Considering that she was going to be your partner for the project, you decide to email her so that the both of you can divide the work equally, as well as ask if she has any days where she is free so that you can discuss the project in person.
It's been a week and you still don't have a response, and you're starting to think that you'll have to do the project alone. Hopefully your professor will take that into consideration once she marks you paper.
You try to start to work on the project but you're quick to realise that you're bored, so in your frustrated state, you open tinder hoping to find an outlet for your stress.
Imagine your surprise when you're matched with your project partner, who messages you. It reads "Sup babe, what are you doing tonight?"
You feel your blood pressure rise as you type angrily. "I'M DOING OUR JOINT PROJECT YOU BITCH!"
She replies with the emojis "😤😒" alongside a gif of someone saying "Rude".
You're about to lose it when another message catches your attention. "Are you from Sociology 101? I haven't attended any of the lectures, it's boring af. But you know what wouldn't be boring? We could hook up 😜" it reads.
"Un-fucking-believable" you mutter to yourself as you read the message. 'Who the hell does she think she is?' - you think to yourself, annoyed.
"Are you seriously flirting with me right now?" you text as you feel angrier each passing second.
The only response you get is a selfie of Veronica smiling cheekily at the camera, which is followed by a message saying "I promise I'd be more fun than sociology. 😉"
You barely resist the temptation of pulling your hair out and respond with "look, I get it you're rich, but just because you can get away with not doing the work, it doesn't mean that I can." Veronica looks at your response and can't help but feel a pang of guilt.
Feeling guilty, Veronica messages you. It says "look babe, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, we can meet up and do the project together. And maybe when we finish we can do something more fun? 😜😉"
Letting out a resigned sigh you begrudgingly ask for her address and she's all too happy to respond. "I live on campus, I'm part of the Zetas so just walk over and I'll meet you outside."
Freshening up, you make yourself look presentable and you start to make your way to the sorority house. You're surprised to see someone waiting outside, and you assume the person to be Veronica.
As you get closer you're taken aback because of Veronica. There she was in all her glory. I mean you knew she looked attractive judging by the photo she sent you, but pictures can't exactly compare to seeing the real thing.
You can't help but think that Veronica is gorgeous, I mean with that face she could be a supermodel and ohh my god she has legs that go on for days.
Snapping out of your daze, you just see Veronica flashing you a charming smile.
You weren't the only one checking the other person out though, Veronica couldn't help but think that you were cute, especially in that crop top and varsity jacket. 'She's smart and easy on the eyes to boot, this will be fun.' - she thinks as she turns on the charm, ready to seduce.
You approach her, anger coming back as you poke your finger on her shoulder whilst saying "I'm so fucking mad at you, I could have finished the project already but your ass was MIA, so I couldn't start."
Veronica winces at each poke, irritated, she tugs on your wrist and pulls you close. "You could have looked for me personally you know." she says cockily.
Your anger dissipates a little because she had a point and with a resigned sigh you say "Fair enough, still doesn't make up for the fact that you didn't reply to my emails."
Veronica just rolls her eyes at you. "Well we could stand here and argue or we can go inside and actually work on the project." she says sarcastically.
As you make you way inside the sorority house, you can't help but feel amazed by the expensive furniture and decorations. It looked like a house fit for royalty and if you're being honest you're a bit jealous because they get to live in luxury.
You follow Veronica to her room and you're immediately surprised by what you see. Her room is big, however it is decorated modestly, and it's much simpler than what you imagined. The atmosphere feels a bit awkward and you make conversation by complimenting her room. "Your room seems really cozy."
Veronica looks at you, a soft smile graces her features and she says "Thanks." She puts a stray strand of her behind her ears and you can't help but admire her.
"If taking a picture of my room would've gotten you to come over, I would have done so already." she flirts.
You can't help giggle and you're relieved that the awkward atmosphere has been replaced with a comfortable silence.
Your giggle attracts Veronica's attention and her cheeks flush because who gave you the right to be so cute.
The two of you start to work on the project and you're pleasantly surprised to learn that Veronica understands the syllabus despite the fact that she hasn't attended any of the lectures. The two of you get a lot more work done than what you expected and before either of you realise, it's already dark outside.
You feel your eyes drooping as you try to stay awake, and you notice how dark it is and you're about to tell Veronica that you're about to leave when she says "It's already dark outside, you should probably stay it's not safe to be walking around in the middle of the night."
You mull it over and decide to stay. 'Fuck it, I'm too tired to walk back' - you think to yourself as you nod your head to Veronica.
Veronica walks over to her closet and pull out pyjamas, which she hand over to you as well as a spare toothbrush. "You should go and clean up, you can sleep on the bed." she says kindly. You raise an eyebrow at her. "This better not be a plan to get me to sleep with you Lombardi." you say jokingly. She just laughs at your joke and tells you to clean up, you're too tired to argue back so you concede.
Fast-forward to the next morning, you wake up in someone's arms and you snuggle closer until you realise. 'WTF, why am I being cuddled and where the fuck am I?' - you think to yourself slightly panicking. Your eyes open and you turn around to see that Veronica was asleep, you try to get out of her grip but she just pulls you closer whilst murmuring in her sleep.
You don't want to wake her up because she looks so comfortable and at ease and you know that you're stuck there until she wakes up.
Veronica wakes up and she feels something or someone in her arms, she then remembers that you slept over, not in the way she wanted but hey she's not complaining, especially since you were cutely staring at her with a confused expression.
Deciding to tease you, she plants a kiss on your lips and you freeze. A blush creeping on your face and Veronica was about to apologise for going too far when you cut her off by kissing her back. She could get used to this she thinks.
She pulls away and notices the blush on your cheeks. "I thought you didn't like me Hughes?" she says mischieviously, and you just look away.
Realising that her arms weren't around you anymore, you get up and Veronica whines at the lack of physical contact and warmth, you narrowly avoid being pulled back down onto the bed.
You just shoot her a soft smile and say "Thanks for letting me stay over, I'm gonna go get changed and leave, I'll see you later."
You quickly get changed and as you leave her room, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest because you can't stop thinking about the kiss you shared with Veronica. You continue to zone out for the rest of the day, wondering what it would be like to kiss her again.
The next time the two of you meet, Veronica is more straightforward when it comes to flirting, and you're always left a flustered and blushing mess. Veronica thinks you look so cute, especially since she's the reason why you're flustered. The two of you become friends and you exchange numbers because using tinder to communicate was getting annoying.
You're surprised when Veronica messages you with random memes at god awful hours and you can't even get mad because they make you laugh and it becomes something you look forward to each day.
That's when you start to develop feelings for Veronica, and you're not sure what to do because she's flirty with everyone and you're not sure if she likes you back.
Veronica invites you to a frat party, and as soon as you get there a few people introduce themselves to you. One of the frat boys tries to flirt with you and you're immediately pulled back by Veronica as she says "Fuck off Luis, she with me." Your eyes widen as you realise what Veronica said.
You don't have the chance to ask what she means as she drags you off to a room, where she immediately kisses you, hand finding it's way down to your hips and gripping it possessively. She continues to kiss you, each kiss deeper and rougher than the last. The barrage of kisses only stop due to both of you needing to breathe.
Your chest heaves as you feel Veronica lean in to whisper "You're mine, and I don't like it when people touch what's mine." You feel shivers down your back as she says that.
Veronica locks the door and she pulls you towards the bed where she sits and pull you in for another kiss. You're pulled onto her lap as her lips trail down your jaw to the base of your neck, alternating between biting and sucking to leave marks. You can feel a wave of arousal make it's way down to your core, and a small groans escapes your lips.
Spurred on by your reaction, Veronica starts to unbutton your shirt, quickly taking it off with deft hands. She starts to grope your breasts as she unhooks your bra with her other hand. Lips finding it's way to nipples, and you can't stop yourself from moaning when her teeth grazes against it.
Instinctively, your hips starts to jerk against her thigh and it quickly catches Veronica's attention as she looks at you with narrowed eyes and pupils blown.
She pulls your hips down flush against her thigh, and leaning in she whispers "Grind." and you're quick to obey her as she sucks and bites on your shoulder and collarbone, making sure to leave marks on each patch of skin she can reach.
You slowly start to grind against her, and in order to help you out, she starts to move her thigh against your centre, working you up faster and you let out long breathy moans and whimpers at the friction against your centre. Spurred on by your reaction, Veronica uses her fingers to touch and play with your clit, and this makes you moan out her name "V, that feels so good.", and she can't get enough.
She grinds her thigh faster and she starts to use her finger to help you climax. Your body starts to convulse and your back arches as you reach your climax. Veronica's fingers helping you ride out your orgasm. A loud moan escapes your mouth and for a moment your vision turns white, head empty except the pleasure you feel. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath.
As soon as you regain your bearings, you can see the smug look Veronica has, and you do nothing but roll your eyes as you say "Yeah, yeah that felt really good, stop being so smug." Veronica's eyes just lights up as she raises her arms in mock surrender and says "Hey, you said it not me."
"So, I guess this means we're dating?" you ask shyly, as your cheeks flush. Veronica just kisses you softly and says "Yeah."
That's how the two of you start dating.
A/N: I saw that there was a lack of Veronica x MC content so yeah enjoy, and please reply if you want me to write a dating Veronica headcanon like I did for Poppy. Thanks for reading, bye.
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bohemiansweede · 2 years ago
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Santa Baby
Ch 1
Fanfic
Pairing Roger Taylor Reader
Warnings Smut 🔞
A /N Roger is a widower with 2 kids Christmas 85
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Chapter 2, 3 and Epilogue in link below
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When you left the agency after your interview, it really felt awesome, you had been filmed and felt so nervous inside there
Also in the waiting area there were several gorgeous talented young ladies who all were very confident to get the job.. but now it was over it was nothing more you could do really except for wait for an answer
You took the subway and did not even get inside your home before you received a phone call.
The agency said you got on to the next phase, they needed to see you again the very same afternoon
You took an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen counter and rushed away again
When you came back you saw a man that looked familiar
- Welcome back Y/N the agent said
He had blond unruly hair, big blue eyes which pearced thru you and his lips, you caught yourself of staring ..
- This is Mr Taylor, he is from now on your boss.. congratulations Y/N
The man stood up and grabbed your hand in his, it was strong and warm..
- Y/N? I am Mr Taylor but please call me Roger
You sat down and gulped down your water
- We are very happy that you aplied, you have just what we are looking for
-But.. But I don’t understand, the others, they were more qualified than me..
- Well.. I.. Roger cleared his throat.. I don’t need a college student, I need a someone who can take care of my kids. Someone with natural talent, humour.. And also.. It was a big plus that you could start right away
- Yes.. Well that is no problem at all
- Great, the lady said so you start now the 1:st of December instead of January then, so if you are still interested in the job, please do sign theese pappers Y/N, Thank you
You saw his eyes trail on you while you tried to concentrate on the paperwork
- Y/N.. I was thinkin if you could come by my house earlier now on Friday before the kids arrive, I could show you around
- S.. Sure.. I can do that, you didn’t recognize your own voice, it sounded like you were in a bubble
- Great, look.. I have to go now.. But thank you yet again Y/N.. and see you in four days
Your body felt warm from his looks and smiles and his hand in yours
What had you got yourself into
Queen was one of your idols, you had never seen them live but you had always been a fan of their music
Actually it was Brian who were your favourite member, but Roger had always caught your eye. And now when you saw him in person you really felt attracted to him.. There was something special about that drummer
The upcoming days you packed your things and prepaired for Friday
Days just flew by and soon it was D-day
He lived an hour outside of London so you took the bus
The small stroll from the bus stop to his house was a grawel road and was surrounded by beautiful countryside scenery
It was a freezing cold day
His house looked huge, like a big mansion, no wonder that they needed your help, you thought
You rang the door bell and soon you heard someone rumble on the other side
- Hi Y/N Welcome, He took your hand and placed a fast soft kiss on your cheek.. Please do come in
It was warm and cozy inside, you hung up your coat
- Damn it is cold outside today.. Was it hard to find the directions out here?
- No.. It was ok, it was a small lie, you had a little dilemma to find the right bus..
But francly right now you gaved a shit, you were here now, you didn’t want to leave
He led you into the massive kitchen
- Do you cook? Mr Ta.. I mean Roger
- Infact I do.. Whenever I can I try to do homecooked meals for the kids.. Do you want anything to drink?
- Yes.. Please.. Would love coffee with a splash of milk..
You remembered something you heard years ago and you got so tempted to joke with him about the sugar meme but you knew he appreciated the privacy
You took your mug and wandered out in the living room area
You passed a big wall full of gold and platina records, so much for that privacy
- Sooo... You know who I am right?
- I do... But to be honest I really don't know that much about you tho..
He smiled and took a sip of his coffee
You turned around and looked at the other wall it was full of photographs
Of Queen.. Him when he was young..his ( you assumened) parents, kids and wedding photos
- This is Simon, he is almost 6 and here is Sally.. She just turned 3
- Ahhh they are adorable.. Must be a handful
- Yes.. They are but .. They are all that I have..
He looked down
- Your wife is beautiful, when is she coming home?
- Ehh.. She's not.. She passed away last year.. cancer
- Omg.. I am so so sorry I didn’t know
- You could not know.. She was shy and was never with me on tour, pretty anomynus so I did not speak so much of this.. her.. well .. After she.. just by respect.. you know
You saw a small tear in his eyes
He changed subject with showing you the rest of his big house
- I really wanted to do Christmas decoration before the kids arrived but I..
- I understand.. We can do it together someday. . We have time
He showed you the kids rooms and the guestroom which was in between their and his room.. It had an ensuite and he had made your bed with pretty pillows and blankets.. It was so sweet, you smiled when you thought of his effort to make you feel welcome
You arranged all your clothes in the wardrobe and the dresser
All the sudden it was loud noices from downstairs
- DADDY!!!!!!
You saw the kids running towards their dad and he bent down giving them big hugs and kisses
- Y/N.. Meet my kids.. And Peter, this is Y/N my nanny..
The older man took your hand
- I am.. I was Lindas dad.. Pleasure to meet you
You felt your throat got thick
- Daddy... I want to show her my room Sally grabbed your leg and bounced up and down
- Nice to meet you Sir.. I...
You followed the kids upstairs again and they were very eager to show you everything. Simon had a lot of books in his room and seamed like really bright kid, Sally.. Well she was a real Princess
- Kids!!!? Come on down let us order some pizza
It was, a rumble downstairs
- YAYYYHHHH!!!
It was a pure joy to see him, his whole face lighted up when they were home
He went to take a shower while you set the table, you were just about to take down the glasses from a shelf when you felt that he was behind you
- Let me help you with that
His arm reached above you and you could feel his warmth and he smelled so good from the shower, you just wanted to feel his arms around your body
He smiled at you and placed the glasses on the table
- What do you want to drink? Water? Soda? Wine?
- I can take a soda please
He grabbed soda for you three and a beer for him
When the food arrived you sat by the table all of you and you finally started to feel comfortable, more relaxed
- Kids.. Why don't we start to decorate for Christmas tomorrow?
You looked at him while speaking and he nodded and smiled at you and formed a silent thank you with his lips
After dinner he took the kids upstairs and arranged a bath
You stood by the door and watched him, he had taken of his shirt and bent down in the huge tub, it was bubbles and water everywhere
- Next time you do it... He removed some bubbles from his cheek and smirked
Your cheeks flushed.. His jeans was wet now and strained on his legs
- I am soakin wet.. Jeeez.. might aswell take a bath myself
The kids laughed and splashed even more
You gaved him the towels and helped him dry the kids up and put on their pyjamas, you sat across him and could not stop staring at his body. You swore that he heard your heart pounding
- Thank you.. They really like you he said and stood up puttning on his bathrobe
- Awww I am so happy they do.. I really like them aswell..
- Y/N.. Can you please read me a bed time story?
- Well of course I can Simon
You followed him into his room and sat by his bed
You started to read about Peter Pan and it was not many pages until the little man was asleep
You looked up and saw Roger in the doorway
You switched off the light and walked out, tried to close the door as quiet as you could
You nudged his torso as you passed him
- I.. I think it is time for me to go to bed aswell
- Ohh ok.. Please do so.. Yet again, Thank you for everything
He caressed your arm and your whole body catched fire
You went into your room and took a well needed shower
When you felt the warm water running down your body you thought of his hands.. Imagined how it would feel to have him touching you
Your own hands wandered down your breasts and down further to the burning intimate area
You circeled your clit fast, you were desperate for touch, you saw him in front of you his wet torso and tight jeans.. felt him.. A tiny whimper slipped from your lips and you froze, hoped that he or the kids didn’t hear you
You stopped and listened after sounds.. then you continued to pump your fingers in and out your tight pussy, you moaned and hoped the water could muffle the sound from you
Wrapping a towel around your body you got to your bed and stared up on the cealing
You wondered if he felt same attraction as you did while you trailed of to sleep
To be continued...
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blackdahlia-parker · 2 years ago
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What you reading love?- Tom Holland x female reader part 3
Summary: you were meant to be studying for an exam that you had the next day, but instead of returning home so your boyfriend could help you, you decide to head to the library and got too interested in a particular book. What happens when Tom catches you flustered while thinking about him in a public library?
Warnings!: Smut! 👀 throughout, Please don’t read if you are uncomfortable.
Please Read part 1 and part 2 if you haven’t already 🙃 this is the last part for this fic, and it’s by far my favourite part so enjoy 💓-
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“Now, now love….We need to teach you how to behave in public don't we? Hmmm?” You decided on a teasingly bold reply. “But i am behaving daddy. And I can get what i want!!”….Oooohhh….you were really playing his patience now. “…..LATER!!…” he snarled.  “Now where were we?” he questioned (partly to himself).
He had now rested the book that had been tossed to the ground, back on the shelf as he decided to do his own thing with you for a change, and not what the book states or what you want, (but in all truth, you’d let Tom do anything to you aaahh). He now sat back down beside you , (you sitting too). Both of you still in the corner of a book aisle as you leaned your backs against a shelf. His strong, sexy hands grazed up your thighs again and with very tittle warning he was up your skirt for the third time. He just couldn't resist. His fingers ran all along inside your folds . You could plainly feel it and gasped because it felt so good. “Tommm— M-mmm Babyyyyy…..”  You could of died right there and then. You must say his hands being there surprised you. “ahaa, you c-cheeky bo-boy” you told him as he began to massage your clit good,  moving his thick, rough finger up and down the small area and your whole body shuddered and jaulted when he twisted it gently within the process. “You like that love?” “Ohh- mmm, Y-yes. You know I do Tom.” “good girl” ; he praises you and with that you made a sound. You relished it when when he called you such words, this was definitely a kink of yours.
Four words; You felt so horny….aahh!! He retracted his hand from your centre and spoke; “Lay down for me again darling. C’mon, one last time then we can go home. See this wasn't bad was it? Nobody caught us, now c’mon love, I’m gonna make you come this time, hard.” You were going to object, but after his last sentence, who gave you the right to? You just gazed deeply into his gorgeous chocolate-coffee eyes, as his long pitch black eyelashes fluttered over them with graceful beauty. You were just falling all over again.
You laid back down on the floor, not particularly taking an interest that it wasn't comfortable. You were comfortable with him, and that’s all you needed to be. You tried to mentally prepare yourself for what was coming next. You rose your legs as leant over you (practically sitting on you) in the same position as before. He went down on you for one last time. Going for it good and so did you. He rode you and you furiously grinded his hips down into your body, your hips grinding with his as best as the could. You ached for more, more and more of him. “Ohhh- P-Please” you begged him. He had his eyes squinted shut in pleasure but opened then and looked down at you as you spoke. “What was that my l-love?” He replied. He had the cheekiest grin residing on his face as the pair of you felt full blown body indulgence and extreme gratification. Mmm. “More, m-more Tom p-please.” He raised his eyebrows sexily. “You want me to k-keep going darling?” “Yes, oh YESSS To-Tommy, g-give it t-to meeee!.” He gulped growing more lustful by the second and laughed; “ahh so you do love my cock after all hmm?” You felt your heart pace quicken and he winced as you gave the most honest reply this time. “For g-god sake, yes Tommm, God I love it. Im sorry that i told yo di— o-ohhhh yeah!—I’m sorry that i told you d-different.…that was a lie. And Im sorry if this sounds r-really dirty but you— look— in-incredible right now b-baby. aaahhha yeahh. I love seeing the sight of your juicy cockkk t-travelingg in—in and out….s-so h-hottt!!!” He began to swear at your words. Shit hearing him swear was like music to your ears. Your words about his cock had led him to groan loudly and he pounded and pounded you over again. His gorgeous curls on the top of his head were bouncing too, with every movement. God— unholy the sight of it, had your mouth dribbling. You hope nobody could hear the good time you were having because you were coming and you knew it. No turning back. You didn't have to tell your boy, he could feel it, but you decided to anyway, to show him how good he had made you feel.
“T-Tom… this is the best i’ve f-felt in agesss. I think I'm gonna ohhh I'm gonna mmm aha I’m C-“ You couldn't finish your sentence. You were feeling so much pleasure at this moment in time, that your vision blurred. You arched your back as far as it could. But you didn't quite release yet. You moved your arm. No clue where you were moving it to as you could barely see anything, but all you knew is that it hit something. *BANG*, and a book fell on your head. “OwW” you slightly screeched. Tom laughed a little, still inside you, and he rubbed your head better. You were so scared that someone would catch you at that point.
You couldn't see as you were in euphoria, vision bearly there, sights all but a ghost around you so Tom looked around, but no one was there or had seen the both of you. He assured you that nobody was around as you took a big sigh of relief. But you felt no relief inside, as he went deeper and deeper. This time it was it.
“Ahaa * ohhh * TOMMM, it’s Cominggg”, you tried to stay quiet but failed horribly. “That’s okay beautiful…do it. I want you to come for me now. Y-Yourr S-stunning—ahhh, do you know that?” You felt like crying at his words…he was sooo adoring. You knew your boyfriend only spoke the truth to you. He never lied. His words were so beautiful and his accent so endearing. You loved him so much. The pleasure continued to wash through you, as he spoke again; “C’mon darling, I’ve got you” he held on. “Please come for me, you can t-trust me….I’ll hold on… w-won’t let youu go…” You were done. “ahhaaa—mmmm, ahhhaa”. All of the moaning finally came to an end when you released. Thick white juice just continued to pour out of your centre. The beautiful sight of this made Tom come too. He just whimpered continuously, “ohhh Y/Nnnn darlinggg….I-I love you so much….princess—oooohhh— its cominggg!”. “Ahhh” he sighed after it was over. His cum filled the condom to the brim. And it was Hot (just as you’d expected…), you could feel the cozy warmth of his cum against your insides and it felt amazing, it heated you up. (Not that you weren’t warm enough already;) )
He pulled it of you. Both of you were panting heavily, as you both collapsed on a beanbag , among the bookshelves. He slid the sticky condom off and rolled it back up and put it back in the packaging for the time being, as he lifted his sexy tight underwear back up his lush ass and his jeans too and put the packet in his jean pocket to throw later. You were about to fetch a wipe from your bag beside you to wipe yourself clean of all the mess between your thighs. But being the gentleman that he is, Tom took your hand away from the bags zipper as he leaned down between you and attached his tongue to your core,to lick the cum away. Leaving you spotless as he slid your undies back on. You gasped at this. He was so good. “Geeezz,Thank God you remembered to put a condom on, or we’d have children running around the place here” you said with a slight giggle. “wouldn’t really have minded that” Tom winked and you looked at him with wide eyes and shook your head laughing. Oh god. Only he would say that.
After everything seemed not-so-dirty any more, while you both slumped down together on the comfy library beanbag amongst the books, Tom leaned over to you and gave you a quick peck on the lips. Then stared into your E/C eyes. You stared back. You both immediately gave in. You closed the gap between you once again, but this time you two snogged. He got on top of you, straddling your hips. You slowly licked across his bottom lip and you both straightened up your bodies, onto your knees as bodies both rose up and down with each breath and you moaned into your make-our session together, whilst feeling each other all over. Arms wrapped around each other tightly. He brushed your beautiful hair back from your face and smoothed your head, two faces connected.
You opened your eyes slightly and tilted your  head up a bit and glanced at one of his curls draping down off his head, between both of your faces. Everything about his face was mesmerising. The details and flaws to it were insane. Your eyes watered. You loved him. He was so cute.....but as you tilted your head further to look at the sealing, the both of your lips broke apart and he accessed you neck....lightly suckling on the very front area delicatly before adding more roughness to his suck and turning a patch of it red. Shit!, you thought to yourself. And this time, you tumbled back down on him, on the beanbag and he proceeded to kiss your neck hungrily.  Just then, that woman you’d seen from earlier walked passed the aisle that you were in and saw you both acting wild, sprawled out across the library’s beanbag. She glared at you both, shook her head and tutted. Then she diverted her look disgustingly and walked away. Oooff, if only she’d seen what you two were up to earlier. To be fair you were still shocked that no one had—
Still sitting down, you spoke, “so i guess your not mad at me for having dirty thoughts about you? And reading that book, to think about you?” “No, of course not love, but when you kept not turning up so I could help you study I was really worried and I just had to know what had been going on and i’d knew where you'd be. Honestly seeing you like that, shivering and wanting me so bad was so hot. Please don’t ever hide away from me darling, I've really missed you. And you know you can tell me anything right? Your thoughts are my thoughts. Please don't be embarrassed to tell me what you want. because the chances are that i want it as bad as you.” He paused as i stared at him with loving, warm eyes and he continued to speak; “I love you baby, now please tell me, did i fulfil your naughty little book fantasies darling? hmm?”
It was at that moment that you snogged him yet again. like full on. Your mouthes becoming one. Tongues sloppily moving against each other in a mouth that’s not your own. Not a care if you did pass tomorrows exam or not (although you’d still try your best. “Te amo Tommy” you whispered in his ear, causing him to be the one shivering for a change.
Just then something happened…. “Spider-mannnnn!!!” a young boy came crying with delight around the corner. Shit. You both shoved each other apart from the lustful kiss as quick as you could, ad the boy (clearly a fan of Tom’s,) approached you and Tom and he grinned, happy to see his idol. “Hey there” Tom spoke in an American accent to impersonate his Peter Parker character as he smiled at the boy. “wowww, so cool’’ beamed the boy. The child then realised that he saw spider-man on the floor with a girl on a beanbag. He spoke again; “did you save the girl from falling to the library floor spider-man?’’, Tom glared at you with a cheeky grin. He was about to burst out laughing at the thought of what you’d actually been doing on the floor. But he kept it in and returned his look to the boy, giving him a smile back and spoke in the accent once more. “Yes i sure did save her, i caught her just in time before she fell.” The boy then gazed at Tom with loving eyes and without warning the kid ran up closer to hug him. “your great Spider-man!” he said. The man flinched a little at the surprising action, but felt proud that he was loved by many. You were internally giggling and cringing that he found you and Tom on the floor, but you adored the sight and how Tom hugged him back. He was so great with kids. You honesty wanted to have them with him one day. As much kids as he wanted to have. After the hug, the boy pulled away and reached in his pocket and pulled out a mini disposable camera made for children. “Please could i get a selfie?” the kid asked politely as Tom nodded, and smiled to the camera as the kid took a shot of them both. “How’s that?” he asked the young one. “it’s soo coooll, Thank you, thank you, thank youuuu spider-man!’’ he screeched as he ran off and shouted across the library and said some more; “now hurry up and go and save the world!!” “will do” Tom chuckled to himself.
When you and Tom were alone once again you hugged while still sitting. God how you loved having his strong body flush against yours, and his arms around your waist. His large hands felt incredible when they were pressed flush to your back. You spoke and began to laugh, “phhhaa, well you did kind of save me Tom…. or i would've been stuck here all night in the library, reading and fantasising about you. I’d be in even more of a mess then will no release from the pressure inside me.’’, he replied “ohh, i’m very glad darling, yes you were a bit of a mess when i first saw you weren't you? Legs trembling, begging for daddy.” ……And there go your juices again….oh my word… how many times has he already done this to you today? You just moaned into the hug “mmmhhhhmm”. “Now, now you dirty little girl… you've already had me twice today’’ he responded to your profanities, and then leaned in close to your ear to whisper something nice…. “but i tell you what” he began ‘’….we can borrow that book can’t we?, let’s see what other actions make you weak in the knees tonight shall we?” with that he opened his mouth, poked his tongue out lightly and licked the top of your right ear and then nibbled it with a quick nip, his lips were so juicy and wet. You loved it. Loved the small things he did to you. The side of you face shuddered as you flushed a shade of red and tingles were sent down to your lower area. “Ohhaa” you groaned, eyes shutting as you melted into him, feeling to weak to stand and you breathed out a curse word.
You were still red and he put on a side grin. “Can i admit something to you Tom?” You asked him. “Of course yo can love, you know you can tell me anything, like i said….go ahead…” You were glad, but started to tremble a bit, not knowing what his reaction would be or how he would take it. “A-are you sure….I-it’s d-dirty?” You stuttered. “oooff dirty? well i think we can handle that… I love it when my princess talks dirty to me….hit me with it love. C’mon.” he coaxed. “Well you know you did that lip sync battle?”  “yes, and….?” . You breathed and just continued. “well….um….I w-watch it Q-quite often actually.” He laughed; “that’s not very rude is it dear?”…. “N-no” you stuttered again, “but this is…..” You cleared your throat and took a massive gulp *ahemm* “okay s-so when i watch it…it’s become quite a habit watching it over and over again…..and i cant help it….i’ve always wanted to tell you this but y-you know grab the umbrella and—and—‘’ You can’t continue, your whole body is heaving…your sweating buckets, thinking about the image of him grinding on it in your head. Your eyes well up, thinking about how hot he looked while doing so, not being able to contain your sensually contained emotions. “Come on Y/N darling, just say…it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You just took a few moments  to calm your thoughts and body’s reaction down and you then told him everything. “When you take the u-umbrella and— and— ggg-g—grind on it, I-I cant help m-myself. I-I— I have to change my panties e-each time.
…….I-I soak through them….’’ You looked immediately away from him, feeling guilty. “I-I-I’m a m-mess every time i see it T-Tom….W-when you p-put it right up between for legs and start grinding, I almost pass out each t-time. Oh Godd!!!” you started to whimper thinking about it again, as you continued to speak, “A-and the way your hot ass wiggles on the umbrella, your ass cheeks b-bulging over either side. A-and the way your dressed always makes me cummm. That maid play-suit clinging to your ass, all in black patent, those fishnet tights on you legs which are so shapefull, your good looking shoes on your large feet and you with make up and that wig look damn fine! And you knew it too! I mean can you see my heart eyes?” You turned at him showing him your eyes, you were really nervous to look after you blurted all of that out. That’s all he could reply was “wowww, is that really how you feel? Fuck darling!” …..you replied shamefully; “yes Tom, i’m sorry but it is…”. He instantly noticed the shame that you had in your voice and spoke, preventing you from feeling ashamed. He smiled at you “No, no love, there’s absolutely no need to be ashamed of feeling like this about me at all. I never thought any girl would ever say anything like that about me. You make me feel so sexy darling. Your incredibly gorgeous and i’m not gonna lie, sometimes the way you move your booty gets me going too. Oooff” he starts to smile and pretended to fan himself down. You smiled too and giggled at his funny action, he was was so nice and accepting of you. He spoke again and smirked; “so thats why you got me gringing on you earlier?” you blushed like a tomato,“y-yeah”.  “umm—Y/N, you know you said that you umm s-soak through your panties when you watch me g-grind on the t-telly”, “y-yeah….” you nervously spoke. “Well we watch lip sync battle all the t-time at my house a-and you never get w-wet then do you?”
You paused then gave in…. “I—I do T-Tom….I said i get W-wet all of the t-time watching it…”. He swallowed. “what so you just s-sit there….d-dripping next to me on the s-sofa?” , “y-yes” you replied. He had a very sly face on. “F-ing hell Y/N…..If only i’d have known…. i would have had you stripped in seconds and fucked you so good, would have had you begging for me, like the good girl you are, begging me to grind like in the dance. You would’ve liked that yeah?” “Oh my God Tom! Y-yes, do that next time please! Punish me for all the times I’ve soaked through and ruined my panties!!!” He was fulled to the brim with lust. He had to restrain himself from touching you sexually again while you were here. “Naughty, naughty. Your really horny tonight aren’t you love?” “Shut up Tom, no I’m not!” You replied. “Oh but I think you areee” he teased while nudging. You gave in and continued to turn a darker colour on your cheeks. You knew he was saying the truth. “Don’t worry darling, once we watch me on lip sync later, I’ll turn you around and give you a good old spanking for not confessing to me sooner and for being so filthy in a public place. That’ll teach you some respect won’t it love?”Oooff you couldn't wait to go over Tom’s house to watch lip sync battle tonight. “mmmm T-Tommm” you quietly moaned. He blushed for a change, and spoke again. “but on a more serious note Y/N….do you really just sit there and cope with the d-dampness for all that time when your in my house?” You giggle at his question at his slight innocence…. “Oh my gosh Tom!, do you really think that?….Your so naive…” He just laughed as he wrapped his arms around you, still perched up on the library’s beanbag. “Well what do you do then?….You never move from your seat….clearly too occupied”,  “Oh Tom very funny words at the end there. haha” you mocked and spoke again; “what do you think I do Tom when i go to the toilet?”…..”What?!” he replied at your unexpected words. “Don’t you understand? I always tell you that ‘I’m going for a toilet break’, but that’s clearly not what I do. Tom, I have a pile of panties in my bag that i bring to yours….and once I've changed, all fresh and clean…..I return to you, all innocent and grinning as if nothing had happened— And- and then return to the couch, sit by you and i get ready for round two, if you get what i mean…..”,  and with that you gave him a cheeky wink. “shit” was all he could say. Then, “I can’t F-ing wait ‘till tonight Y/N’’ he growled like a lion as he smothered you with arms.You squealed; “eeekkk” God, he really did drive you horny. Tonight come quicker you begged.
It was getting quite late already so you and Tom both got up off of the beanbag and hugged when you both stood. You were facing each other, bodies close and he then lightly grinded into you as you hugged. You could feel his cock through all the materials hitting your privates and gasped at the suddenness of his action. “ohhh—-aha— what a tease” you said and you looked at him slyly while squinting your eyes at him. You hastily turned him around, his ass flush to your pussy and grinded at full force back on him. You loved his plump ass . He spoke; “oooff, as much as i like that darling and i know you do, It’s getting late and we’ll need all night for tonight’s plans.” he turned back around, pinched your nipple through your t-shirt and then grabbed you hand as you bit your seductively lip at what he was making you feel. He grabbed the book that you and him had been reading earlier and said; “Come on, let’s go. we are 100% borrowing this book now, so we can get you shaking learn some new kinks of yours!’’ He bit his lip at this point too. And here you am saying it again, “Cheeky boy” as you shook my head at him, and you both just burst out laughing.
As you and him began to walk to he counter to register the book you borrowing, he slapped your ass causing you to squeal “ooee’’ ….. “what was that for?” you asked looking around the vast space to see if anyone had saw. He whispered in your ear one again and you could tell there was a smirk plastered on his face. “oh you know, just to warm you up again ready for tonight love” You tried to keep a straight face as the woman on the counter smiled and you handed the book to her, but you couldn't stop yourself from blushing, you remembered the mark on your neck and tried to cover it. “Thank you” you spoke as the lady scanned the book and passed it back to you. “That’s okay, thanks for visiting, hope you got everything you needed and have a good evening” she waved with a smile. As you turned towards the big double glass doors to exit Tom replied to the woman; “yes we thoroughly enjoyed and we got EXacTly what we WanTed, thank you. Oh and we will” Tom winked “you have a good evening too.” Knowing his word intentions, it wasn’t just you that was in for it tonight, he was too! The woman could've figured it out.; “Tommm!! The woman couuld’ve—“ you squealed as you slapped his arm playfully walking out from an eventful evening in the London public library, that was only about to escalate as soon as you walked through the doors at home. ;)   
A/n- thank you so much for all the love and reading. More fanfics coming soon 👍🏽🥰 send any suggestions if you wish.
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blarhiv · 2 years ago
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Hi blar, do you know some new good animes ? I stopped watching them cuz I didn't find good ones especially these new ones are just focused in ecchi somehow they make me cringe, now I'm just reading manga (one piece, attack on titan, Detective conan, akatsuki no yona...)
Anooooonniieeeeee!! Hi!! Finally someone asked about anime!! Omg I'm litereally crying! You even watch One Piece! тттт THIS ANIME IS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ONE OF THE BEST IN THE WORLD AND YOU KNOW WHY 😭😭😭😭
You ask about new anime.. but hmm... Can I just write my favorite? Maybe you didn't watch something... Hope you will like it!!!( writing order doesn't depend on rating).
1) Gintama.
This is unique thing.Jokes,laugh, tears,happiness,sadness,SOUL. Must watch.
2)Acca 13-ku Kansatsu-ka
Unique and original anime of its kind. Amazing atmosphere and music. An excellent combination of style, coziness, unusual characters and political intrigue.
3)Psycho-Pass
"Na, Kogami, kimi wa kono ato boku no kawari ga mitskerareru no ka?" Ahhh... 1st season is something else.Good cyberpunk universe.
4)Gundam:Tekketsu no Orphans
A lot of tears and struggles, your heart will broke into million pieces. But it's worth it. ( I still can't with story of Shino and Yamagi)
5)Yuuri On Ice!
I think you watched it. But aaaaahhhh!!!! I couldn't help but mention my lovely Ice cuties aaaaaaa ( ok. im ok)
6)Sangatsu no Lion
A lot of philosophy. If you like to watch about self-digging and about life, then it's for you.
7)Boku no Hero Academia
Amazing shonen!! Must watch!
8)Haikyuu
One of the favorite sport anime. In good traditions of genre. But there are really a lot of exciting moments.
9)Yakusoku no Neverland.
New anime! Strongly recommend this anime! Wonderful plot,characters,universe,idea. Can't wait 2nd season!
10)Mob Psycho 100
Sometimes it may seem boring, but 2nd season hit me so hard. Very touching. Especially 8 episode!! ттттт
11)Bungou Stray Dogs.
Weeell, interesting characters,plot,atmosphere, PERFECT JAZZ MUSIC,a little philosophy,beauticul picture... You will enjoy this story!
12)Hellsing OVA
TV series is classic, but original plot in OVAs is everythyng.Ohhh and last scene!!! Emotions,setting, entourage, music!!!
14)Clannad
15) Angel beats
With regards to these two anime, I think comments are superfluous here.
16)Kino no tabi(2017)
Incredible atmosphere of travels, really cool main heroine, nice picture and music. Every country that our heroine visiting maintains its own foundations, but if look a little deeper... it all applies to our life. Every city reflects humans sides in society. We are shown a different temperament of people, actions and their consequences, the important role I suppose was played by the names at the end of each city or episode, it can be said as a highlight on the cake that “sums up” this part.
This anime is deeper that you might think.
17) Doukyusei
True art.
18) Natsume Yuujinchou
Warm, touching, soulful story with a unique atmosphere. I always want to cry while watching this anime. And the soundtracks are something magical that always turns my soul inside out.
I will not say a lot..juts think that everyone must watch it.
19) Genroku Rakigo Shinjuu
Oh... difficult to describe all feelings that caused this anime.
It’s like you read old Japanese novel. Tragic of of human in Showa era... Art of Japanese and life path that closely intertwined. Instead of saying a lot of words it’s better to watch by yourself. Definitely this anime has place in the list of masterpieces.
20) Banana Fish
Recent anime filmed by old school manga.
It’s so sad story :( Main characters reminded me of jikook because of their strong bond. Souls bond. It’s very strong and unshakable. Understanding without words,one soul for both.
Yes,it’s so tragic story.
21) Ikoku Meiro no Croisee
I can’t express all of my love for this anime. This is a little piece of warmth, fragility, innocence, tenderness, kindness, sadness, true love. This anime touches your soul: in some moments, your soul just spreads out from the warmth that is born in your soul, and in some moments your soul simply breaks into a thousand fragments.
Please,watch this anime if you didn’t watch it.
( so sad that there is no continuation 😭)
22) Zankyou no Terror
23) Boku dake ga inai Machi
Not a masterpiece, but I think it’s good enough.
24) Dantalian no Shoka
Magical anime!! Love it so much!! ( why such anime don’t get continuation 😭)
25) Grisaia no Kajitsu (and all connected series in this universe).
Yes, maybe it was filmed based on ero game.. and fist episodes weren’t such interesting ( at least for me)... but then... when started last arc of first season... I was speechless. In fact,it’s hard in emotional regard anime :(
26) Onihei
This is one of my favorite anime.
Edo era.Samurai era. Different stories in every episode,like notes from diary of one person from this era, but every episode is full of real emotions,its own morality. Daily life, detective component, social drama, the concept of honor and duty, surrender, justice and simple human kindness. We are all beautiful beings born out of a dream. In this cycle of life. Onihei is truly masterpiece.
27)No.6
You will not remain indifferent watching this sad and sooo touching story 😭
28) Kekkai Sensen
Stylish anime. Interesting to watch.
29) Toradora
Ohh this anime is special for me. I watched it a lot of times... Maybe you will not find here something burning, but Toradora has adorable sides....
30) Kami sama no inai Nichiyoubi
31) Sakurako san no Ashimoto ni Shitai ga Umatteiru
32) Nagi no Asukara
33) Nurarihyon no Mago
Nice anime in shonen genre^^
34) Higashi no Eden
Honestly, I almost don’t remember anything!! Haha because watched REALLY a long long time ago. But I remember that this anime is nice :D
35) Tales of Zestiria
It’s worth to watch ... even only because of absolutely precious relationship of Mikleo and Sorey 🥺🥺🥺 these two... these two 😭😭😭
36) Violet Evergarden
Beautiful and very painful story, high class animation and picture, pleasant music. Long way of becoming a human.
37)Inuyaahiki
38)Nabari no Ou
🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭
39) Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi
Omggggg this is very important series for me hihi. From this story started my... fujoshi way 😂😂
..... I can continue this list indefinitely......
Well, I will not write about classic that I think you guys watched( Kuroshitsuji, Guren Lagann,Reborn, Bleach, Fullmetal Alchemist etc etc etc)... and harems and other anime.... I also will not write ahahahahaha
In this season I watch:
-Given
-Bem
-Vinland saga
-One piece of course
- Danmachi ( Yup, I adore all anime ahahah isekai’s and harems TOO 😂😂😂)
I will be glad to discuss about anime again!! And continue this list too 😁😁😁😁😁❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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fireladybuckley · 3 years ago
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Moments in the Woods
Fandom: Supergirl Pairing: Lena x Reader Prompt: “Snowy woods” for @musikat18‘s birthday challenge Word Count: 2598 Warnings: Nothing, it’s pure fluff <3
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           The mid-afternoon sun throws golden beams of light around you as you walk, the snow glinting like diamonds as more of it crunches under your boots.  You draw your jacket a little tighter around yourself as a cool breeze playfully ruffles your hair, and you pull your toque down a bit so it covers your ears completely.   You hum to yourself as you walk, anticipation at what is to come bubbling in your chest.  You haven’t seen Lena in almost two years, and now you are finally going to get to spend some time with her.  You’d flown to National City to visit family but mostly because you’ve been lost without her;  your heart aches to think just how long you’d been apart.
           You slow as your destination comes into view.  A tree, so familiar to you when full of leaves, looks very different with all of its branches bare.  Still, the shape of its large, sturdy trunk brings back memories, and you smile as you come to a stop about twelve feet in front of it, looking up into its branches.   You pull a folded note out of your pocket with a mittened hand, unfold it and read it through once more, even though you know what it says by heart.
“Meet me in the woods.  You know the place. By that enormous ancient oak tree, the one where we buried our time capsule.”
           Folding the note back up again, you glance around as you stick it back into the pocket of your wool coat.  You seem to have beaten Lena here, and you shiver slightly as the breeze ruffles your hair again.  You take one more look around before tilting your head up to gaze into the tree’s branches again, your hands jammed into your pockets, hoping they’ll keep you warmer than just your woolen mitts.
           Out of nowhere you hear a slight whooshing noise, and before you can react, something hits you square in the back of the head.  You let out a surprised shriek as the snowball explodes on impact, nearly knocking your hat off your head and sending cold snow down your neck.  You whirl around in indignation to see Lena, half concealed behind a tree ten feet away, grinning.
           “Is that how you greet me after almost two years?!” You yelp, and Lena laughs.  “Ohh you’re going to regret that, Luthor,” you grumble, but you’re mostly playing.  Honestly you’re somewhat delighted by the greeting, as it allows for immediate banter and play.  You scoop up some snow and quickly compact it into a snowball, then straighten up to throw it only to receive another explosion of cold power to the chest.
           “AUGH!” you yell, flailing momentarily before taking aim.  Lena lets out a cry of laughter and spins away, your snowball hitting the tree behind her instead.  Letting out a yell of playful frustration, you quickly crouch and scoop up more snow, making a few snowballs, then stand, ducking and successfully avoiding a third throw from Lena.  
           “Ha!” you shout triumphantly, as your first throw explodes over her shoulder, peppering her face and hair with snow.  You throw another and miss; your third gets Lena in the back of the head and you throw your arms up into the air in victory.
           “Okay, truce, truce!” she calls, laughing.  You grin and brush off your mitts, then hurry towards her as she rushes towards you.  You meet in the middle and throw your arms around her, hugging her close as she encloses you in a tight bear hug.  You can feel tears stinging your eyes as you bury your face into her long, thick hair and hear her sniffle a little as she holds you close.
           “I missed you so much,” you mumble into her hair, and feel her squeeze you in response.
           “I missed you too,” she replies, slowly breaking the hug and moving back only far enough to be able to look at you, her eyes shining with joy.  “You’ve been gone far too long.”
           “I know,” you say, taking her gloved hands in yours, curling your mitts a little clumsily around her fingers.  “But guess what... I might be able to get a transfer to National City in the New Year!  I might be able to come home!”  Lena lets out a squeal and you’re immediately engulfed in another hug, which you happily return.
           “That would be amazing!” she exclaims as she pulls away, squeezing your hand.  “You must tell me all about everything!”
           “I will,” you say, smiling.  “But first... why are we meeting out here?  In the middle of winter?”   Lena smiles at looks up at the tree, her eyes filled with warmth.
           “Well, I feel like it’s sort of our tree,” she says, and you nod in agreement.  “Digging up that time capsule a few years ago was wonderful.  We’ve been friends for so long now.”  She squeezes your hand again and you squeeze back, nodding again.
           “Since we were nine,” you agree, smiling at the memory of the two of you as kids, and in your early teens, gossiping and giggling together.  Your first stolen kiss, right under the branches of this tree.
           “Well, I have a surprise for you.  Come on, we need to walk a bit,” Lena says, and she tugs on your hand, trying to lead you on.  You follow her willingly, falling into step beside her until holding hands became a little too difficult in the snow and you let go reluctantly, trying to keep your balance.
           It starts to snow, and you stare up into the tree branches as fat flakes float down around you, settling on everything.  Lena leads you through the snow for a good twenty minutes before she slows to a stop, looking down at something.
           “Hm,” Lena makes a noise that sounds somewhere between contemplative and concerned, and you step up beside her to see what she’s looking at.  She is peering down at something clutched in her hands, and you fully intended on looking to see what she was holding, but your eyes catch on her face and stay there.  Her hair, liberally covered with fresh snowflakes, frames her face, her cheeks rosy, her eyes bright.  She is so beautiful it makes your breath catch in your throat and you nearly forget about anything else until she makes another noise, her brow creasing as she looks down at the thing in her hand.
           Shaking yourself, you manage to tear your gaze away from her face and look down to see a compass in her gloved hands.  Making an incredulous face, you raise an eyebrow at her, as she looks at you with a mixture of ruefulness and worry.
           “Um, I think we might be lost,” Lena admits, and your eyebrow raises further, as you peer at her suspiciously.  Lena had always been a prankster when you were kids, and this was just like her.
           “Uh huh.  Compass not working?”  You ask, your tone expression much skepticism.
           “It’s fine, but I don’t recognize any of this,” Lena says, gesturing around.  She sounds genuinely worried now, and you feel your heart flicker with concern. “I think we went too far northwest.”
           “Oh,” you say, unsure.  You glance back the way you’d come, eyeing the trail you’d left behind.  “We could backtrack.  Where are we going, anyway?”
           “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.  Let’s just try it.” Lena says, and you follow her as she walks back down the way you’d just come.  Every once in a while Lena looks down at the compass and makes a concerned noise, and you dutifully follow her along for a good fifteen minutes before you start to get very concerned.  You’d taken a new path shortly after backtracking, and you’re starting to worry that Lena was truly lost.  You glance around nervously;  there’s maybe a half hour of sunlight left, and you feel a bit of fear creep into your chest.  The thought of being stuck in the woods at night, in the cold and snow, is terrifying.  You hurry to keep with Lena, about to ask her if maybe you should just go back for tonight, when she stops so abruptly that you walk into her from behind.   Her arm is immediately there to steady you, and you stare at her, wondering what was happening.
           “Look,” she says, pointing.  “There’s a cabin there.  We can ask them where we are.”
           “Er, Lena, I- I don’t think...” you trail off, unable to coherently explain why the thought of knocking on the door of a random cabin in the woods is freaking you out.
           “It’ll be fine, come on!” Lena reassures you, then grabs your hand and pulls you along.  Sighing, you follow, remembering just how strong willed Lena is as she drags you along behind her.
           As you approach, you see that the cabin is quite nice.  There’s a lovely porch out front with a bench and a small wood stove, and the windows, frosted from the cold, glowing in many colours from holiday lights within.  It didn’t seem like a murder cabin, at least, and you feel a little better about following Lena up the few steps towards the front door.
           Instead of knocking, as you expected, Lena instead fishes in the pocket of her jacket and brings out a small ring of keys.  You watch, your mouth falling slightly open, as she inserts a key into the lock and turns;  you hear a click as it unlocks, and make a noise of disbelief.  Lena turns to you, grinning, amusement glinting in her eyes.
           “Got you,” she says, before pushing the door open.  A rush of warm air, scented with cinnamon, cloves and other holiday smells washes over you, and you make a noise of indignation.
           “This is your cabin?” you ask, your voice higher in protest. “I thought you were lost!! Unbelievable,” you grumble, as she laughs and gestures for you to come inside.
           You step inside despite your indignation at being tricked, and feel yourself taking a deep breath.  The cabin smells incredible, the spicy scents you’d detected before mingling with the smell of burning wood from the crackling fireplace nearby.  The cottage is somewhat small but looks incredibly cozy, a couch and several chairs gathered around a coffee table by the fire, the furniture strewn with fluffy blankets.  Lena gestures to the boot rack, so you slip your boots off and follow her down a hallway, sliding a little on the smooth wood floor in your socks.
           “This place is adorable, Lena,” you say, indignation forgotten as you look around.  “It’s so...” you pause, at a loss for words to describe how welcoming and warm the cabin felt.  “so cozy.”
           “I couldn’t resist buying it when I saw the photos online and realized how close it was to our tree,” Lena says, showing you the bathroom, her bedroom, another bedroom.  You gape slightly as you realize your suitcase was sitting neatly in the corner of the room, and Lena chuckles as you look at her.
           “I had it brought over.  I thought we might want to stay here for a night or two,” she says, raising an eyebrow at you.  You grin and nod, then reach out for an impromptu hug.  Lena laughs and hugs you again, then leads you back to the porch area to store your jacket.
           “I have another surprise,” Lena says, and you follow her wordlessly, wondering how many wonderful things she was going to surprise you with today as you trailed after her through the kitchen and to the back porch.   You step outside as she gestures to do so, the cold from the wooden boards under your feet immediately sinking into your socks, but you gasp as you look around and spot what she’s pointing at.
           “Ah!  Hot tub!” you gasp, dancing on the spot, both from excitement and the cold under your feet.  “Can we go in now?”
           “Of course,” Lena agrees with a soft laugh.  She leads you back to your room and disappears into hers, and you meet a few minutes later in your bathing suits.  You admire her curves as she fishes a couple of pairs of flip-flops out of a nearby closet, watching her long black hair swishing around her shoulders as she moves.
           You spend several hours in and out of the hot tub, chatting and spending a long time just catching up, sitting yourself up on the side of the tub whenever you got too hot, letting the cold air attack your skin for as long as you could stand it and then sinking back into the water again.  The snow starts falling more heavily, and you move over to sit beside Lena, looking out into the trees as the snow falls  around you, melting as the flakes hit the steam rising from the hot tub.  You put your head on her shoulder after a while and she smiles, wordlessly moving her hand to gently stroke your thigh under the water.
           After a long time, the two of you were getting a little too wrinkly and sleepy after the excitement of the day, so you hurry inside, giggling and shrieking softly as the cold air prickles your hot, wet skin.  After getting changed, Lena makes you both steaming mugs of rich hot chocolate and you curl up by the fire with her, leaning against her side once more.  Lena puts on a holiday movie, but half an hour in you can barely keep your eyes open.
           “Here, lie on my lap,” Lena says, putting a soft cushion on her lap and patting it.  Happy to obey, you pull your feet up onto the couch and lower your head onto her lap, squirming a little until you’re comfortable.  Lena strokes your hair absently as she watches the movie and you spend the next hour fading in and out of blissful, light sleep, thrilled to not only be with Lena but be cuddling like this, lying in her lap.  It’s more than you could ever have wished for, and when the movie ends, you’re disappointed, despite having slept through most of it, because you know the evening is over.
           Ready for bed, you’re about to say goodnight to Lena and head to your room when she smiles at you and catches your hand.
           “Y’know, you don’t have to sleep in your bed,” Lena says softly, threading her fingers through yours.  You look up at her curiously, and she smiles again.
           “I have a king sized bed, and it’s pretty lonely by myself.  Care to join me?”  You smile slowly as you realize what she means and you nod, squeezing her hand back.  She leads you into her room and throws the covers back, and you get into bed, watching her as she changes into her pajamas (you’d already changed) and slides into the bed next to you.
           “Come here,” she says, after turning out the light and settling down onto her back.  She holds out an arm and you scoot closer, laying your head down on the crook of her shoulder, curling up along her side.  She loops the arm under you around your back and shuffles closer until you’re snuggled up close. Lena falls asleep almost as soon as she’s comfortable, and you listen to her soft, even breaths as you begin to drift off, hardly daring to believe you’re tucked in close at her side, your joy slowly fading into wonderful dreams as you fall into a deeper sleep than you’ve had in years.
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antihero-writings · 2 years ago
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The Simplest Gifts Chapter 2: Bound by a Wish—Pandora Hearts Fic for Phmonth18 Week 4, Prompt 2: Wish (Full Chapter)
Fic Title: The Simplest Gifts
Fic Synopsis: Christmas may not be the happiest time for the Children of Misfortune, still, sometimes it’s the simplest things that can bring joy
Chapter Title: Bound By a Wish
Character Focus: Vincent
Chapter 2: 
“Close your eyes. Now...make a wish!”
“I just want you to have a good Christmas, Vince!” 
Gilbert, brushing off a place on the snowy cobblestones, sat down beside his brother, handing him a piece of the bread he had spent much of the evening trying to steal.
 He wore a smile, but his eyes were tired.
Do you really mean that, Gil?
There was a new cut on Gil’s leg since that morning, his raggedy cloak was even dirtier than before.
Vincent had learned to stop asking; Gil often lied and said the cuts and bruises meant nothing, or, if he told the truth, it just made Vincent feel bad.
He was so small, so young. They both were. To be this alone, this wanting. They didn’t deserve this.
Just because of his stupid red eye.
Vincent took the bread, brushing his hair over that curse.
He didn’t deserve this. 
His brother didn’t deserve this. 
It was clear he didn’t know it, but Gilbert’s words were like daggers to Vincent. Though he might have meant them to be encouraging, they dove straight for his heart.
I just want you to be happy.
I just want you to have a good Christmas.
Sharp pains straight for the beat.
Because, how could he? How could he have a good Christmas when they had nothing? When they could watch other kids ice skating, having snowball fights, eating candy canes, pressing their noses against shop windows, pointing at the toys and saying I want this for Christmas, Mommy!
Watch, and watch them go by. Never to join the games. No one to turn to who would buy them the things they wanted. No one to turn to. Not even a family, a nice fire to warm up by, or a Christmas dinner. They had to start asking for smaller, insignificant things—things they could actually receive.
They started asking for only each other's happiness.
And it was still too much to ask.
How could he be happy when he knew there was no way Gil could be?
I just want you to have a good Christmas, Vince.
Did he really mean that? 
Was that the only thing? No toys in the shop windows? Not even a decent meal? A bit of warmth from the cold?
Surely he didn’t.
How could his happiness be enough?
Because he, Vincent, was the only thing keeping Gil from a normal happy life. If he just left him he’d be able to find a home, a family. Without him, their parents probably wouldn’t have abandoned him. Gilbert would be having a nice Christmas, opening gifts, eating cookies, by a cozy fire. He could be one of those kids with the rosy cheeks, and the spoiled rotten hearts.
If it weren’t for me.
Vincent was Gilbert’s chain. Tethering him to the gutters, the harsh words, and even harsher world. Without him, the world would surely be soft and cushioned, not full of sharp edges.
But if Gilbert just broke the link, he could still have that life, if he just left him behind...
Please don’t leave me behind, Gil.
The stars were especially bright that night. Cold shining speckles in a navy coat of sky.
Maybe it was fitting. It was Christmas Eve after all. Maybe the stars were trying to tell them that hope was not lost, that light remained.
Or maybe they were just a bunch of stupid lights, too far away to grant them any warmth. 
He didn’t think he could ever find his way by them, by something so far from earth. Maybe they were just a bunch of shiny trinkets beneath someone else’s Christmas tree, candles on someone else’s mantle piece, and if he reached out to touch them they would turn to coal.
He saw that kind of light in his brother’s golden eyes too. Hope, keep going, we’ll make it through this, surrounded by the dark.
Which would win out in the end? The darkness of the light? Black or white? Navy or gold? The stars, or the spaces in between?
If Vincent reached out to touch his brother…would he ruin him too? 
“Something wrong, Vince?” 
Those eyes. Shimmering gold. Unending black.
Vincent clung to him all the same.
“Nothing, Nii-san! I’ll be happy this Christmas as long as you’re happy!”
“Okay....Open your eyes!”
As Jack pulled his hands from Vincent’s vision, the world was so bright it was almost blinding.
A Christmas tree—tall as 3 Jacks—was the centerpiece of the atrium, ascending alongside the staircase, to the ceiling. Tinsel spun and weaved its way around its boughs, and ornaments shimmered like sunlight on ocean waves. Presents littered the base, a little moat of jewels and dare he ask? 
“Are...are those for…us?” 
His voice was a tiny, shivering thing.
For, surely they weren’t. 
Surely after all this time those glittering boxes couldn’t be for the the children who had nothing, who had never been given a gift in their life. 
All that gold. 
Like the stars. Like Jack’s hair, and Gilbert’s eyes. Like Vincent’s eye—the one that wasn’t corrupted by the color red. 
A thing like him didn’t deserve gifts. They would surely rot beneath his gaze.
Although…red was there too. Many colored wrappings, holly berries, and ornaments…red and green, gold and silver. 
Why would they put red in the midst of all that gold? Why would they infect the lively green, the rich silver, with the violence of red?
Did they not know the nature of such a color?
Surely they weren’t for him, no. They would be for the servants before they were for him.
“Nope,” Jack grinned mischievously, “they’re alll for me!”
Glen rolled his eyes before wordlessly kneeling down to pick two up, handing one to each of the children.
To Vincent, the tag read.
And the other, To Gilbert.
Before he even opened it, Vincent’s hands started to shake, and he felt his eyes burning with tears.
For me?
Such a simple thing. Such a small question.
Such a big gesture.
How could he believe that?
Still, it was written there in pretty curly letters.
The other three turned to him, eyes wide.
How could they want to give him anything? How could any of them care so much as to give something of themselves away to him? How could he hold the piece he received, be careful, cherish it, never let it break? How did they know he wouldn’t just destroy it, like he did all the lives around him?
“What’s wrong Vince?” Gilbert’s worried voice cut in.
I just wish this could last forever.
"Earth to Vince!” 
“Ohh Sewer Rat~!” 
As Vincent looked up from his sort of trance, he saw his brother’s concerned face—older now, less small, less dirty and weak, but also he…smiled less, now, somehow. Then he shot a nasty look at the Hatter, (who smiled pleasantly), before silently reading the tag on the present in his hand.
To Vincent, Love Gilbert.
Even now, the question ran through his brain; Do you really mean that, Gil?
He glanced up at the room. At the assorted mix of people, from different dukedoms. He and Gilbert were standing in the doorway (Echo in the hallway behind him), like he didn’t quite belong, like he wouldn’t quite fit in with the rest of them, like his dash of red wouldn’t fit in with their own little golden world.
He’d come to give Gilbert his gift, and be on his way. That was all. He didn’t intend to stay.
And by the sharpness to the Hatter’s eye, and his brother’s embarrassed glances, he knew he wasn’t wanted.
He didn’t want to ruin his brother’s day. All that mattered was that Gilbert was happy, even if he wasn’t a part of that happiness.
Still, his brother had decided to give him a gift, despite how Vincent had set his expectations against the possibility, and his protests aloud.
After Gilbert insisted once more, Vincent pulled on the ribbon, opening the box.
A pile of cookies beamed at him. Decorated as snowmen, snowflakes, gingerbread men, and Christmas trees. Some of the decorations, however, were notably more well done than others.
“I made them for you” Gilbert, rubbed the back of his neck abashedly, “I hope you like them.”
“And we helped decorate them!” Alice called, and Oz nodded happily.
Ah, that explained the discrepancy.
Although…he didn’t think that Gilbert’s little posse even liked him, why would they help him decorate a present for him? They probably just thought it was a game or something.
In truth, he wanted them all to be from Gil…
“You can probably guess which one’s from me!” Break sang.
Vincent couldn’t see it, but he surmised he’d probably find a cookie hiding somewhere, decorated in messy red ink that said “die, Sewer Rat, die”, or a snowman caricaturized as him, or a gingerbread man with a stake through its heart…or something like that. He made a mental note to repay him the courtesy later.
“I’ll think of you as I bite their heads off, Mr. Hatter,” he smiled at him.
Break shoved his fork rather forcefully into a pastry, though his expression didn’t falter.
Gilbert seemed like he wanted to scold him—or maybe both of them—but thought better of it.
Still, while perhaps a rather unimpressive present to others, this meant a lot to Vincent.
He never wanted toys—(he always tore up his toys anyways)—or books, or clothes, or even jewels. Since the beginning, all he wanted was for his brother to be happy.
He had always thought that the reason Gilbert had become so interested in cooking was because, back then, they had nothing, not even food. And the thought that he would make something special for him, now that he could, as if trying to reach back in time and give it to his past self…
“I love them Gil, thank you!” he threw his arms around him in a superfluous show of affection.
“Uhh n-no Problem.” Gilbert patted his back awkwardly.
Vincent closed the box and turned to leave, but Gilbert grabbed his shoulder.
“Are you sure you don’t want to...stay?”
“No, no, it’s fine!” Vincent put on that plastered smile, and hit play on his pre-prepared response, “I couldn’t possibly impose on your day.”
“Oh? But you impose on my day all the time. Often by your mere presence.”
He glared at the Hatter again, finishing, “I know when I’m not wanted.”
“Okay well...I hope you have a good Christmas, Vince!” Gilbert gave him a genuine smile.
“I will!” He waved goodbye.
I just want you to be happy, Gil. Even if it’s without me.
Even if I have to erase myself to do it. 
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faintblueivy · 3 years ago
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The Road Ahead of Us - Izuocha Fanfiction
I posted the link of this fic earlier for Izuochaweek. But thought I'd post the text post here as well. It was written for day 3 - Dungeons and Dragons! The link was already reblogged by @izuochaweek so I haven't tagged it again.
Hope you enjoy it!
Her hands are not as soft as they look.
He deduces, seeing her grip the staff, both the source and application of her power, with strength enough to turn her knuckles white. Her eyes glow with fierce, familiar determination, the one he has come to see a number of times in their journey together. Her clothes flutter and to any ordinary observer, the cause would look wind but from this close, Izuku is actually feeling the raw power emanating from her. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed in concentration.
He watches in awe as a mass of pink and white nothingness swirls around her, becoming thicker and thicker, slowly with each passing second. It steadily comes together, concentrating at a single point on the top of the magic staff, the white hot energy slowly shaping itself like an orb of power.
She takes a deep breath, her eyes zeroing on the large rock in front of them and yells out a loud “Release!”
The orb of white and pink speeds towards the stagnant rock, striking it with a loud boom and just like that, it shatters. Into pieces both small and large. But nothing similar to it's former massive form.
They blink, stunned at the immense display of power. She is panting, still gripping the staff tightly to her chest. But then turns to them, her eyes wide and expectant.
“I did it!” She screams, her face lighting up with a broad, wide smile that he's deeply come to adore.
Iida is the first one to return her enthusiasm with his own, loudly clapping and appreciating her efforts with a large smile. His blue eyes displaying the fondness and pride he holds for the girl in front of him.
“Yes,Uraraka! It was incredible!”
He tells her, the moonlight glinting off his glass but every word is truer than the last one.
Shouto stands there with a small smile and when she looks at him, he gives her a nod of acknowledgement. He is normally silent but his differently coloured eyes always express what he hides behind that impassive demeanor. And she understands that the gesture is nothing if not sincere.
She accepts it gratefully and then finally she turns to him, eager for his input regarding the feat she just performed and he steps forward, a large grin curling upon his lips in response to hers. There is a lot he wants to say, a lot he wants her to know but it doesn't matter at the moment. She's standing there, her excitement tightly coiled to hear his words and who is he to disappoint her.
“You were amazing.”
Suddenly she's smiling even more brightly than the stars above, a pink hue making her naturally pink cheeks appear even pinker. She is so beautiful beneath the night sky that the embers of the fire burning beside them look dull. As if they are shying away for her radiance and Izuku is completely aware of how his heart clenches at the sight of her unabashed smile.
It's late at night and the wind is chilling. He scoots closer to the fire in an effort to warm himself up. Well, today was his shift for the night watch. That's the reason he is sitting here, in cold, but he finds that he doesn't mind. His eyes are focused on any unnatural movements of the bushes surrounding them and his ears are trained on any similarly disturbing sound, his sword resting beside him.
Of all the things, he never expects something warm and soft to be draped over his shoulders. He almost squeaks when Ochako settles beside him, giving him a smile in greeting and extends her hands, palms completely out stretched to feel for the heat.
“It's cold here.”
“Yeah. It is.” He nods as he notices her without a blanket and then her hands return back to her side.
“Why are you out here though?” He asks, a little worried.
“Couldn't sleep.” Her voice is nonchalant but his eyes stray down to the way her hands fisted her skirt.
“Any specific reason?” he questions again, wanting her to bring out the issue that has been troubling her.
“Nope.” she denies but her eyes waver slightly and he knows she'll come out with it, now or later. It's fine for him though. As long as she can speak out her doubts.
They go silent once again, even though his mind is running the possibilities of her worries, her presence here eases him physically. His shoulders loose tension and his breathing goes calm. The way her eyes look up at sky, it seems to him that she is searching for something, an answer, a person? Or a destination perhaps? He's not sure.
He doesn't realise that in his quest to find the source that is making her anxious, he has been staring at her for a long while. He blinks when her hand waves in front of his face.
“Deku? Deku?”
“S-sorry! I was distracted.” He lets out an undignified yelp and she giggles, the sound of her laughter was soothing enough to stop his stammering.
“I can see that!”
He gives her a smile before they both settle down, leaning into the log resting behind them, reveling in the quietness of the surroundings and the warmth of each other.
As the cold increases Izuku could not help but notice the way how her body would shiver occasionally when a strong breeze would flow. And how pink and frosty her cheeks and nose looked.
“Come closer.”
He says even before he realises that he has. When she stares at him with wide, round eyes, the implications of his recklessly thrown words sink into him. And instantly, his freckled cheeks burn pink. 
“Y-you looked c-cold!”
He offered a loud explanation half expecting her to laugh at him but rather she turns her head to the other side, looking a little embarrassed and a soft “Ohh.” tumbles out of her mouth.
And without a word, she scoots closer to him, letting him envelope her in the blanket as well. The cozy warmth inside, immediately relaxes her. Though the sides of their bodies pressing against each other is an entirely different experience.
They neither dare to break the silence and nor do they look at each other. The forest floor and the dancing fires seemed more interesting to the two of them at the moment. But they don't make any effort to maintain distance. There is something between them - tentative but pleasant.
“Do you-” she starts, but bites her lip as if contemplating her words, after a second, decides to continue, “Do you think that we are doing the right thing? Is it the right path?”
As easy the answer was, he couldn't almost believe how hard it was to word it out and string them into comprehensible sentences. So he takes his time, carefully plucking words out from his vocabulary, wanting to express himself in the best possible way to quell her doubts.
“I don't know.”
Wow. What a way to start.  
“Look-I mean, Uraraka-”
Smooth, Izuku, smooth.
“Well, I want to say that we don't know, about what the future has got in store for us. We don't know if we're doing the right thing even but what I know is this - we'll do whatever it takes to save everyone. If a battle is to come between the forces of the light and the dark then we need to recruit as many as we can, to support our cause. To stop them from taking innocent lives. We have nothing to guide us, except for those ‘dreams’ I have. Heck, we don't even know if those 'dreams’ I keep having are anything to believe.”
But as his eyes turn to her, Ochako could see that blazing determination burning in all glory.
“But they are real, Uraraka. They are real. All Might is real. I know it's hard to believe but it's the truth. We need to go forward on this path. We need more comrades. We need to recruit capable warriors, mages anything, anyone who'd be willing to support us in this quest.”
Izuku's fiery passion makes a smile grace Ochako's lips. He's always been like this. So determined, so eager to help and save people.
“Even a dragon?”
“Um, yes, even a dragon.”
They suddenly burst out laughing, their voices crinkling together in a pleasant sound, warming everything around in the vicinity.
When the morning finally rolls into existence, Shouto comes out of the tent to a scene of both Izuku and Ochako curled up into each other, huddled up in blanket. Izuku's barely awake but the scene is so precious that Shouto simply decides not to disturb it.
“So, the dragon's lair is in that direction? Are you sure sir?”
“Yes.” The frail man's voice wavered under the pressure of old age but the conviction shining in his wise old eyes made Izuku nod and smile then thank him.
As he pointed the direction to his group, ready to hike the mountain as the old man spoke again.
“Are you sure you want to find the dragon, my boy?”
Even though the question was supposed to sound like a warning, there was something knowing swimming in the smile of the old guy.
“Yes.” Izuku answered, unflinching and daring.
“Then it's fine. The dragon is not evil as the people make him sound. He's just a little eager kid wanting to make some friends and do manly things.  So try not be afraid of him, okay? You'll hurt his feelings. Oh-by the way, I should let you know! He has a friend now! A very powerful but violent warrior with a foul mouth who's quite protective of him. I warn you, my boy, he's more trouble than the dragon actually.”
Izuku stood there, with his jaw hanging open to the ground, huge round eyes unblinking, too stunned to react.
“W-wh-what?!”
Before he let out that shriek, the man was already on his merry way, waving to them and whistling to the wind.
Ochako gulps. The cave in front of them was large, frighteningly large. Okay, large enough to at least contain ten dragons.
Her hands are clammy, and her heart is pounding in her ears. She bites her lower lip in anticipation and dread. Her feet are cold, despite the fact that she is wearing her boots. Suddenly a wheezing sound echoes throughout the cave and Ochako jumps up in air a few feet, wonders if she should use her staff and simply float away. She is shivering, the fear gripping her insides tightly leaves a bitter taste in mouth.
Her eyes dart to her side to see her comrades and Shouto looks a little unnerved at the sight of the massive cave and the previously heard loud sound because his eyes are wide, and his forehead is collecting beads of sweat and his hand is hovering just above the hilt of his sword. Though she cannot see Iida, she knows he is as shaken up as they are.
Okay, Ochako, calm down. Calm down. You just have to go inside this cave - the dragon's lair, and convince the dragon to join our team, easy right? Right? Right?
She almost squeaks when the sensation of a hand brushing against her startles her. Her gaze flicks towards Izuku, he is smiling at her, a wide smile, a smile that seems to say 'You don't have to worry, I'm here now.’ She is astounded at the kind of effect he has on her because she finds herself smiling back at him, her shoulders slowly loosing the tension and her breath turning even.
She knows, he is as scared as the rest of them are. But he is strong enough to hide that fear behind his smile, his emerald eyes shining with warmth that never fails to convince people that everything will be alright. It is a powerful sensation. A faith that all of them depend upon.
Her heart tingles at the final smile he gives her before turning her head back on the target in front of them. His eyes narrow and the fire burning in them is daring. His hand is gripping his legendary sword in a fierce grip, ready for action.
“Everyone” his bold words prompt them to look at him, “-let's do this, together!”
Both Iida and Shouto return the gesture with a smile of their own - courageous and hopeful. Looking forward towards the future they want to capture. The future that they all want to protect.
Ochako understands. As long as they are together, nothing is going to stop them. They can overcome all the obstacles on their path, be it a dragon to befriend or to fight a dark guild wanting to take over the country. They might not know the path they are moving on, they are not aware of the events and hell they might have to face in the future.
But it's fine, as long as they have their dreams to guide them and each other to live for.
Here, I'd love to know your thoughts about this if you've not read it before!
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The Simplest Gifts Chapter 2: Bound by a Wish—Pandora Hearts Fic for Week 4—Prompt 2: Wish (Full Fic)
Fic Title: The Simplest Gifts
Chapter Title: Bound by a Wish
Character Focus: Vincent Nightray, Gilbert Nightray 
Fic Synopsis: Christmas may not be the happiest time for the Children of Misfortune, still, sometimes it’s the simplest things that can bring joy
Notes: 
Merry Christmas!!
Here's some Vince angst XD
Also, this one was edited even faster than the last one, so, once again, please forgive silly mistakes!
Chapter 2: 
“Close your eyes. Now...make a wish!”
“I just want you to have a good Christmas, Vince!”
Gilbert, brushing off a place on the snowy cobblestones, sat down beside his brother, handing him a piece of the bread he had spent much of the evening trying to steal.
He wore a smile, but his eyes were tired.
Do you really mean that, Gil?
There was a new cut on Gil’s leg since that morning, his raggedy cloak was even dirtier than before.
Vincent had learned to stop asking; Gil often lied and said the cuts and bruises meant nothing, or, if he told the truth, it just made Vincent feel bad.
He was so small, so young. They both were. To be this alone, this wanting. They didn’t deserve this.
Just because of his stupid red eye.
Vincent took the bread, brushing his hair over that curse.
He didn’t deserve this.
His brother didn’t deserve this.
It was clear he didn’t know it, but Gilbert’s words were like daggers to Vincent. Though he might have meant them to be encouraging, they dove straight for his heart.
I just want you to be happy.
I just want you to have a good Christmas.
Sharp pains straight for the beat.
Because, how could he? How could he have a good Christmas when they had nothing? When they could watch other kids ice skating, having snowball fights, eating candy canes, pressing their noses against shop windows, pointing at the toys and saying I want this for Christmas, Mommy!
Watch, and watch them go by. Never to join the games. No one to turn to who would buy them the things they wanted. No one to turn to. Not even a family, a nice fire to warm up by, or a Christmas dinner. They had to start asking for smaller, insignificant things—things they could actually receive.
They started asking for only each other's happiness.
And it was still too much to ask.
How could he be happy when he knew there was no way Gil could be?
I just want you to have a good Christmas, Vince.
Did he really mean that?
Was that the only thing? No toys in the shop windows? Not even a decent meal? A bit of warmth from the cold?
Surely he didn’t.
How could his happiness be enough?
Because he, Vincent, was the only thing keeping Gil from a normal happy life. If he just left him he’d be able to find a home, a family. Without him, their parents probably wouldn’t have abandoned him. Gilbert would be having a nice Christmas, opening gifts, eating cookies, by a cozy fire. He could be one of those kids with the rosy cheeks, and the spoiled rotten hearts.
If it weren’t for me.
Vincent was Gilbert’s chain. Tethering him to the gutters, the harsh words, and even harsher world. Without him, the world would surely be soft and cushioned, not full of sharp edges.
But if Gilbert just broke the link, he could still have that life, if he just left him behind...
Please don’t leave me behind, Gil.
The stars were especially bright that night. Cold shining speckles in a navy coat of sky.
Maybe it was fitting. It was Christmas Eve after all. Maybe the stars were trying to tell them that hope was not lost, that light remained.
Or maybe they were just a bunch of stupid lights, too far away to grant them any warmth.
He didn’t think he could ever find his way by them, by something so far from earth. Maybe they were just a bunch of shiny trinkets beneath someone else’s Christmas tree, candles on someone else’s mantle piece, and if he reached out to touch them they would turn to coal.
He saw that kind of light in his brother’s golden eyes too. Hope, keep going, we’ll make it through this, surrounded by the dark.
Which would win out in the end? The darkness of the light? Black or white? Navy or gold? The stars, or the spaces in between?
If Vincent reached out to touch his brother…would he ruin him too?
“Something wrong, Vince?”
Those eyes. Shimmering gold. Unending black.
Vincent clung to him all the same.
“Nothing, Nii-san! I’ll be happy this Christmas as long as you’re happy!”
“Okay....Open your eyes!”
As Jack pulled his hands from Vincent’s vision, the world was so bright it was almost blinding.
A Christmas tree—tall as 3 Jacks—was the centerpiece of the atrium, ascending alongside the staircase, to the ceiling. Tinsel spun and weaved its way around its boughs, and ornaments shimmered like sunlight on ocean waves. Presents littered the base, a little moat of jewels and dare he ask?
“Are...are those for…us?”
His voice was a tiny, shivering thing.
For, surely they weren’t.
Surely after all this time those glittering boxes couldn’t be for the the children who had nothing, who had never been given a gift in their life.
All that gold.
Like the stars. Like Jack’s hair, and Gilbert’s eyes. Like Vincent’s eye—the one that wasn’t corrupted by the color red.
A thing like him didn’t deserve gifts. They would surely rot beneath his gaze.
Although…red was there too. Many colored wrappings, holly berries, and ornaments…red and green, gold and silver.
Why would they put red in the midst of all that gold? Why would they infect the lively green, the rich silver, with the violence of red?
Did they not know the nature of such a color?
Surely they weren’t for him, no. They would be for the servants before they were for him.
“Nope,” Jack grinned mischievously, “they’re alll for me!”
Glen rolled his eyes before wordlessly kneeling down to pick two up, handing one to each of the children.
To Vincent, the tag read.
And the other, To Gilbert.
Before he even opened it, Vincent’s hands started to shake, and he felt his eyes burning with tears.
For me?
Such a simple thing. Such a small question.
Such a big gesture.
How could he believe that?
Still, it was written there in pretty curly letters.
The other three turned to him, eyes wide.
How could they want to give him anything? How could any of them care so much as to give something of themselves away to him? How could he hold the piece he received, be careful, cherish it, never let it break? How did they know he wouldn’t just destroy it, like he did all the lives around him?
“What’s wrong Vince?” Gilbert’s worried voice cut in.
I just wish this could last forever.
"Earth to Vince!”
“Ohh Sewer Rat~!”
As Vincent looked up from his sort of trance, he saw his brother’s concerned face—older now, less small, less dirty and weak, but also he…smiled less, now, somehow. Then he shot a nasty look at the Hatter, (who smiled pleasantly), before silently reading the tag on the present in his hand.
To Vincent, Love Gilbert.
Even now, the question ran through his brain; Do you really mean that, Gil?
He glanced up at the room. At the assorted mix of people, from different dukedoms. He and Gilbert were standing in the doorway (Echo in the hallway behind him), like he didn’t quite belong, like he wouldn’t quite fit in with the rest of them, like his dash of red wouldn’t fit in with their own little golden world.
He’d come to give Gilbert his gift, and be on his way. That was all. He didn’t intend to stay.
And by the sharpness to the Hatter’s eye, and his brother’s embarrassed glances, he knew he wasn’t wanted.
He didn’t want to ruin his brother’s day. All that mattered was that Gilbert was happy, even if he wasn’t a part of that happiness.
Still, his brother had decided to give him a gift, despite how Vincent had set his expectations against the possibility, and his protests aloud.
After Gilbert insisted once more, Vincent pulled on the ribbon, opening the box.
A pile of cookies beamed at him. Decorated as snowmen, snowflakes, gingerbread men, and Christmas trees. Some of the decorations, however, were notably more well done than others.
“I made them for you” Gilbert, rubbed the back of his neck abashedly, “I hope you like them.”
“And we helped decorate them!” Alice called, and Oz nodded happily.
Ah, that explained the discrepancy.
Although…he didn’t think that Gilbert’s little posse even liked him, why would they help him decorate a present for him? They probably just thought it was a game or something.
In truth, he wanted them all to be from Gil…
“You can probably guess which one’s from me!” Break sang.
Vincent couldn’t see it, but he surmised he’d probably find a cookie hiding somewhere, decorated in messy red ink that said “die, Sewer Rat, die”, or a snowman caricaturized as him, or a gingerbread man with a stake through its heart…or something like that. He made a mental note to repay him the courtesy later.
“I’ll think of you as I bite their heads off, Mr. Hatter,” he smiled at him.
Break shoved his fork rather forcefully into a pastry, though his expression didn’t falter.
Gilbert seemed like he wanted to scold him—or maybe both of them—but thought better of it.
Still, while perhaps a rather unimpressive present to others, this meant a lot to Vincent.
He never wanted toys—(he always tore up his toys anyways)—or books, or clothes, or even jewels. Since the beginning, all he wanted was for his brother to be happy.
He had always thought that the reason Gilbert had become so interested in cooking was because, back then, they had nothing, not even food. And the thought that he would make something special for him, now that he could, as if trying to reach back in time and give it to his past self…
“I love them Gil, thank you!” he threw his arms around him in a superfluous show of affection.
“Uhh n-no Problem.” Gilbert patted his back awkwardly.
Vincent closed the box and turned to leave, but Gilbert grabbed his shoulder.
“Are you sure you don’t want to...stay?”
“No, no, it’s fine!” Vincent put on that plastered smile, and hit play on his pre-prepared response, “I couldn’t possibly impose on your day.”
“Oh? But you impose on my day all the time. Often by your mere presence.”
He glared at the Hatter again, finishing, “I know when I’m not wanted.”
“Okay well...I hope you have a good Christmas, Vince!” Gilbert gave him a genuine smile.
“I will!” He waved goodbye.
I just want you to be happy, Gil. Even if it’s without me.
Even if I have to erase myself to do it.
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Santa Baby
Ch 2
Fanfic
Pairing Roger Taylor Reader
Part 3 and Epilogue is posted below
Warnings Smut 🔞
A /N Roger is a widow with 2 kids Christmas 85
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Part 1
Thank you
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You woke up by a soft knocking on the door
A tiny face were looking thru the opening..
- Y/N.. Are you awake? He whispered
- Ohh, Good morning Simon
He bounced into the room and climbed up in your bed, Sally rushed screaming after him
- It is SNOWING!!! It is SNOWING!!!!!
- Ohh wow.. Really? Then we know what we are doing today right?
You went out of your bed and got yourself ready
When you walked down the stairs you felt it smelled so amazing..
Hardly anything smelled so good as a full English breakfast, your mouth started to water, you were really hungry now
- Morning Y/N.. Slept Well?
He looked so amazingly good and you got enchanted by his eyes which widened a little bit when he saw you
- Morning.. Yes.. I have..Thank you
You could not help but wonder if he had heard you moaning in the shower, his eyes burned on you and your cheeks flushed
- DAD !!! Can we please go out and play
- Simon.. You can wait until after breakfast right, it is almost done?
They could hardly sit still at the table and never had his kids finished their meal that fast,
Breakfast was finished and you all put on warm clothes and went out in the snow
It was freezing cold but you ran around after the kids tryin to keep warm, Roger pulled Sally in a sled and you tried to build a little snow man with Simon, but you soon gaved up there was not that much snow
Instead you formed a ball and threw in their direction.. Soon the snow ball fight was on
SMACK on your arm... SMACK on his back. . Roger started to chase you around and you slipped in the snow and he landed on you, he smiled  mishiveously, you took little snow in your hand and mashed it in his face
He growled and tickled you like crazy his strong hands flew under your clothes along your back you yelped from the sudden feeling, his hands were freezing but still they left a burning trail, you screamed and squirmed under him.. He was suddenly still and your eyes locked together, his face was so close.
- Dad!!!! I want hot chocolate
The magic was broken
With a sigh he let you go and brushed the snow off his clothes .
- Ahlright buddy.. Let us all go in then and make some
Sally sat on your arm and you carried her inside, Roger turned around and smiled at you, a warm feeling spread thru you
While he did the chocolate you changed their cold wet clothes and wrapped them both in cozy blankets
You sat yourself in between them on the sofa and stared into the open fire
- Here you go... Y/N.. One for you.. Simon.. And Sally.. Watch out hunnie it is little hot..
Roger sat down next to her and she moved even closer up in his lap and snuggeled
He was such a great dad
You watched old Christmas movies while the kids played
Now and then your eyes met and you felt that it was a tence feeling.. You could not feel like this for your boss..
But IF the feeling was mutual, then it was ok? Right?
You offered yourself to take the kids to bed and when you came out from Sallys room Roger stood in the doorway again
- Thank you for today.. I..
He looked down and fidgeted with his fingers
-... Well... I better go to sleep, been a long day .. Goodnight Y/N.. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on your cheek
- Night Roger..
What was this.. It felt like he wanted more but same time he hesitated
No doubt you felt attraction to him but the last thing you wanted to do was push him
You got up little earlier next morning
You stood by the stove making pancakes when they all entered the kitchen
- Mmmmm morning.. it smells amazing, he was right next to you, felt the warmth from his body when it touched yours
- Morning.. Yes.. The pancakes are soon ready
- Awesome.. Look I have taken down the boxes with decorations.. They are in the living room
- Great, Thank you
He put on some Christmas music and you all started to decorate..
It was one box.. With her things that he did not want to touch and you respected that.. It must be hard to celebrate Christmas without her
Still the kids seamed to have a great life even...
- Where shall I hang this? He stood across the room with a misteltoe in his hand, is it ok here?
He got up on a stol and hung it up
- Dad... You are standing under it...
- Well... Come here then....
Simon bounced up and hugged his dad and gaved him a kiss, then he lifted up Sally and kissed her all over her little face
- Your turn Y/N. Simon smirked and pointed at you with his little finger
- Kids... It is not really the same with adults.. Roger looked at you and he shrugged his shoulders
- It is ok.. It is just a kiss..
- Ok then guess I am trapped under here..
His smile maked your knees weak and they wobbeled under you when you got closer
His face looked more serious than before and his cheeks were slight pink
It could not be that bad you thought and pressed your lips softly on his
He parted his lips a little.. Just enough to feel the tip of his tounge you let out a little whimper and moved away from him
- Yayyyhh Sally cheered and clapped her hands
- Ehhmm... I have to go an errand into town... Roger said abruptley
He drove away with his car and you continued with the decorations
It felt like maybe the reality cought up on you both
Maybe you could not do this
He was away pretty much rest of the day and you heard his car on the drive way when you put Sally to sleep
When you came out from her room he stood outside, damn he always sneeked up on you
- Do you want a glass of wine?
- Ehh.. Ohh.. Ok Yes Thank you..
You both sat down by the fire
He began to talk.. about Queen, his childhood, his wife, how she got sick.. All this time before you got to know him you always saw Roger Taylor as a tough guy, a real playboy..
But underneath that surface was a man, who had a really beautiful soul, he was not like you thought at all
It became quiet..
Then he put his glass on the table and leaned closer to you
- That kiss before... That... That was...
He gently pressed his lips on yours his tounge darted between your lips and you opened your mouth more and met his tounge
He moaned and pressed himself more on you and his hand trailed up on your back
The wine maked your head spin and one part of you wanted this so bad
But the other part lighted a warning sign
He was your boss.. And maybe this was to soon.. To soon after..
You pushed him off and tried to look convincing
- No Roger.. This is wrong.. I can't.. I am so sorry...
You stood up and walked to the stairs...
- Night Roger...
You laid in bed and stared on the ceiling.. You felt so stupid now, maybe you had hurted his feelings ..
You decided to go and talk to him
The hallway was dark, the kids were asleep, you wrapped your bathrobe closer, standing outside his room you tried to hear if he was awake
Did you hear right... You thought you heard whimper and soft moans from inside..
He was desperate.. like you
You could see him in front of you laying on his bed, the sheets half off his body.. sweating.. pumping his cock up and down.. his head fallen back..
Never before had you felt an urge to open the door..
.. to be continued...
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