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[vanillahub]

Please read!

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I don't have access to the Legacy editor only the new beta one. I'm using the new XKit trim posts, for my RP responses.

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[dwarft-jay]

Knitting, i guess?

Its my first time knitting, and i have no idea what is going on, but i'm enjoying the process

If you guys have aby tips or tricks, you could share them with me

Im currently struggling with making the sides look nice, like how do you even do that

#knitblr #knitting #knitcore #please help the sides look awfull #cottagecore #grandmacore

[adeliniel]

SFW alphabet | Boromir

It’s already weekends! Hope y’all are doing great and planning to have a perfect days off! I got ill and last days were really awfull. But things are getting better now and I hope to fully recover soon. Btw, I bring you another piece of LOTR fluff today^^ Please, enjoy!

Let me dedicate it to @cedricsseventeen who wrote me very kind comments and made me really hapy^^ Hope you’ll like it!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is the affection himself. If he loves you, why should he hide it from the world? Boromir is proud to love a woman like you, so he will show it everywhere to everyone. Holding his hand around your waist or shoulders, kissing your crown, smiling every time you look at him - everything makes him happy. 

B = Body (Their favorite body part of their partner, why? Do they like touch?)  

Waist, thighs, shoulders... Something intimate, something that is hidden from others eyes, something only he can touch. Light touch of his fingers that makes you shiver really drives him crazy. The power and fragility of the moment when there are only two of you.

C = Courtship (What do they do to take your attention?)

Boromir does everything for you to notice him. Being loud and showing his strength in every appropriate and not so way. Appearing from nowhere and initiating awkward talks about everything. Always looks out of the corner of his eye whether you're watching him or not, just to be sure he can show you his best. 

D = Domestic (Are they the type to settle down with you? Are they willing to help with chores? What is your daily routine with them?)

Boromir loves not an ephemeral feeling of being home, but a real place - Gondor and Minas-Tirith. So he would do anything for his home to become yours. He is a good master in his house, so he definitely helps you with household chores, and he might be quite good at cooking.  

E = Espousal (Do they want to marry you eventually? Who proposes to who?)

Yes, yes and yes. He undoubtedly wants to marry you. Maybe he doesn't look like that, but Boromir will never be a man who'd dishonor you. So he would delay as many intimate things as possible for the moment when you'd be his spouse. And he wants this moment to come sooner. 

F = Fragile (How protective are they of you? If they are, how do they show this?)

He cares, but prefers to stand and watch how you manage with your problems ready to intervene at any time things get worse. He doesn't want you to feel pressed by his authority and power (and he really enjoys bragging about his wife - how clever and powerful you are).  

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they like receiving gifts?)

Boromir is not really into gifts, most of them he does as excuses for some things he messed up. And he never forgets about important days such as birthdays or anniversaries, and there yes, he'll do his best to find an ideal gift.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Boromir is quite a tactile guy, so he loves hugs in every way possible. Morning sleepy hugs, night desperate hugs, quickie hugs during the day, passionate, tired and many other types of hugs. When he hugs you the world stops and he could finally have a rest, so sometimes cuddles could last hours. Yet you never complain.     

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Surprisingly enough Boromir is very romantic. He knows how to create a special moment for the both of you, where no one could disturb you. He knows how to say the words of love (murmurs them right into your ear so soft and teasingly), how to hold your hand and hug you (with his strong arms) so you lose your mind. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is not usually jealous, because you knew each other for a long time before becoming a couple. So he has no doubt that you love him and stay by his side not by accident. Yet sometimes some men make him nervous, and not because he doesn't trust you, but because they are too insistent. He is really afraid that you could be fooled and deceived and then suffer from it. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Despite the fact that he looks so overconfident and seems to be quite a passionate lover, his kisses are very gentle and soft. He starts with a light touch to your lips, usually smiling, waiting for you to reciprocate. Boromir mostly never kisses you passionately, but will gladly respond if you initiate. Also he likes to kiss your hands - holds them, caresses your soft skin, kisses every finger with all the love he can express.   

L = Love language (What’s their love language?)

Words of affirmation. Tell him you love him and he'll do everything for you, tell him you love him very much - he'll do even more. Is addicted to praise, especially sincere, and prefere the easiest way to obtain it - words. He knows that he is great and so on, but it feels different when you say it, looking at him with your eyes full of love and adoration. Would die for every such moment. Twice.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up first but does not wait for you to wake up whenever you want. He would hug you tight and pepper your face with barely perceptible kisses. And will definitely smile when you start grumbling unhappily. 

N = Nicknames (What do they call you? What do you call them?)

In some mood you call him something like "My Lord" or "My King" and he always laughs on it, responding with "My Queen" or "My Lady". Once or twice you heard that in front of his friends he calls you "My beloved", but he never confesses.

O = Overture (How did everything start?)

It didn't actually start normally. You knew each other for a very long time, it could even be said you were friends. You felt like you were flirting with each other for some last months. And once Boromir came back from one of his military campaigns, barely alive, saw you and just hugged you very tight. Lately he confessed that couldn't imagine dying without revealing his real feelings towards you.   

P = Pace (Are they fast-paced in a relationship? Or do they like to take things slow?)

He may hurry at some points, but mostly he will not rush things. He wants everything to go step by step and he wants to fully enjoy every period of your relationship. 

Q = Queen/King (Who takes the initiative in relationships?)

He'd like to be the one who takes the initiative, cause it makes him feel more relevant and active, more responsible. It's not that Boromir forbids you to be active or bring new ideas, but you notice that he is full of joy when there is an opportunity to show you how much he cares.

R = Remembrance (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Trite, but first sex is something that engraved in his memory. The moment of such intimacy that could never be repeated. It means a world for Boromir being so close, almost one body, with someone he loves that much, understanding that you trust him so deeply to be ready to lie underneath him unarmed and so vulnerable. 

S = Salvage (What issues does this relationship help him to cope with?)

His urgent need to always be the best. Be the best son, best brother, best commander, best lover... Every day you prove to him that he should not be ideal 24/7. That there is no such necessity to carry you in his arms and bring you breakfast in bed every morning. And that sometimes you also want to care for him. 

T = Tiny (How are they around children?)

He really adores children. Of course he wants his own child, and not only one. Having a big loving family is one of Boromir's biggest wishes. He'd already planned everything, including his daughter's future wedding.

U = Ulterior (What’s their secret?)

Sometimes he pretends that he still feels pain after being wounded just for you to care for him a little longer. Of course, every time you discover it you get really mad, but he does it again and again.

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

It takes a lot for him to put off his mask of masculinity and heroism and show that he could be tired, sandy and even weak sometimes. Boromir will hold on for as long as he can, but one day he breaks, crying in your arms, hating himself for this weakness and couldn't help it.  

W = Wound (How do they feel about exposing their scars/injuries?)

He is proud of his scars because it proves that he is a great (even the best) warrior. Despite knowing it makes you sad he likes it when you, sullen and angry,  bandage his fresh wounds. But when you finish his treatment you always leave one light kiss on top of bandages and another one on his forehead, and you can swear that sometimes you hear Boromir murmurs. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon about your relationship)

He likes braiding your hair. He does it very badly and almost all the braids look messy and poor, but he tries very hard and looks so focused that you can't deny yourself the pleasure of watching it.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when their SO isn’t with them?)

He can find himself something to do and will definitely not just sit and yearn. He knows that you will be safe, he is just sure. And when you come back he'll smile smugly and hug you, whispering "I knew you could handle it".

Z = Zzz (How are nights spent with them?)

No matter how much he wants to sleep hugging you, sooner or later he ends up in a starfish position (at best). At worst he puts his heavy legs and arms at you, and even crawling to the edge of the bed does not help - Boromir will find you everywhere. Yet he is always warm enough, so it is quite useful in winters.

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[zmayadw]

Hello :) 

It’s time for the next part :)

Thanks again to all who read it so far!

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 3

I woke up with the sun already out, making my eyes adjust to the light again. I checked the clock above doors. 9.45. Huh, nice, I tought, the nurse didnt lie when she said the pain meds would make me sleep better. I felt more rested today, but still pretty sore. I managed to get up and go to bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror -I looked like hell. I hoped Jessy would come today with my stuff, I needed some fixing up urgently. As I was leaving the bathroom, my phone beeped with new message. My heart jumped with excitement,only to see it was Jessy. „Hey hey, sleeping beauty, im sorry, you will have to manage without my awesomness today, but dont worry, i'm sending the next best person to keep you company! ;D Call you later ,kisses!“ I smiled as I layed back to bed. That sweet nurse from before entered my room smiling. „Good morning, hun, hope you slept well“. „I sure did, thanks.“ I replied, while she settled the food tray with breakfast on the stand. She helped me make myself comfortable in bed, and putted the tray in front of me, when a voice came from the door. „Doris! My favorite nurs!“ It was Dan, and Doris chuckled as Dan came over to the bed. „Oh my, hun, if I knew who your friend was, I would have brought you something stronger then this tea“ I laughed, while Dan made a gesture with his hands, stabing at his heart. „Awww, c'mon Doris, dont be so cruel, you know you like me!“ Doris just waved her head as she went for the door. „If this schmuck starts to bother you too much, you just yell hun.“  I smiled at her „Thanks Doris, I might just do that.“  Dan looked at me. „Is that a 'thank you' I get for coming here?“ he siad, being dramatic as Dans always is. I grinned „Ofcourse not! But its entertaining to see you all squirmy.“ „Tsk,tsk, sure, pick on poor Dan.“ He grabed a chair and sat next to the bed. „You look like shit, Maya.“  „Gee, thanks Dan, thats really what I wanted to hear.“ I said, even tho I knew he was right, I did look awful. „Hey, dont get mad at me, I just say it as it is! Luckily, Dan is here to the rescue..again.“ he said handing me my backpack. „ Jessy went through your stuff, and filled your pack with what she tought you might need the most. She said to text her later if theres anything else you need so she can bring it.“ „Thanks Dan.“ I said taking the backpack from him. „And I mean thanks, not just for this.“ Dan looked at me, and I could read a bit of worry on his face. He quickly tried to hide it „Hey, no need to thank me, I told you once before, if theres a damsel in distress, im here to help.“ „Damsel“ I snorted. „Doubt that a damsel would act so stupid as I did.“ I felt that awfull feeling of guilt taking over me again. „Look Maya, i'm really not the one to judge you here. Yes, what you did was Incredibly stupid, and lets be honest, you almost got yourself killed. When Lily called me and told me everything, I was so pissed at both of you, well you mostly, but also kinda excited that someone actualy took the matter into its own hands.“ I looked at him with awe, I didnt quite expect it. He continued „And frankly, I kinda expected something like this from you sooner or later, well at least the part of you coming to Duskwood. As I was running to my car, calling Thomas and filing him in on everything,I got really angry at you for not turning to me for help. You know I would help you no matter what, I told you that hundred of times before.“  „Yes Dan, I know you would.“ I said, even more of that guilt creeping in. „But you didnt! Then I tought, maybe afterall you didnt trust me enough as you said.“ „I did trust you, I do trust you Dan, you have to know that.“ Now even tears started forming in my eyes. „I know, Maya, its just how I felt at the time. And when I got to the mine, Thomas was already there, with this cop who was close by and responded to the call since I told Lily to inform that inspector guy. He said we should wait for backup, but stuborn as I am, I just rushed in, Thomas yelling after me, but I just kept running. Good thing they went after me, because God only knows what would happen if they didnt.“ I couldnt keep the tears anymore, and I just burst out crying. Dan got up from his chair, sat next to me on the bed, hugging me. „ As I said im not here to judge you, or make you fell more guilty. Heck, I might have done the same thing, or something worse. Things wer starting to get us really nowhere, and something happening was kinda of a kickoff for me. And im not mad at you any more Maya, just to get that out in the opet.“ „Thanks Dan, I really appriciate it.“ I barely managed through my tears. „Yeah,yeah, im awesom, I know.“ He grined at me, as i looked him with eyes full of tears. He huged me a bit tighter, and I rested my head on his shoulder. „You got me really freaking scared there in that mine, Maya. When I saw you like that..“ he paused.  „I cant say how much im sorry about all, Dan. I did more harm then good, and I betrayed all of you guys again.“ „Well, at the end, you did find Hannah, so im sure Thomas wont have that much of a grudge.“ He grined at me, handing me a tissue, wich made me relax a bit. „Yes I did. And how are our little love birds doing?“ i asked wiping the tears, as Dan moved back to the chair. „Oh, theyr fine. Thomas is not letting Hannah alone for one milisecond, wich is a bit too wooshy mooshy if you ask me.“ He mad a face of gaging. „Oh, c'mon mister tough guy, that picture Jessy sent me of you two from last night was quite mooswhy wooshy in my eyes.“ I said teasingly. „If you ever say that to anyone about me, and I mean ANYONE, i swear Maya...“ I didnt let him finish, I just grined „Dont worry, your mooshy wooshy secret is safe with me.“ „Good, good. So when are they letting you go from this shit hole?“ „Oh, come on, its not that terrible here: food is not bad, room is nice and quiet, and I have a killer wiev, what's the hurry?“ „I promised you some whiskey.“ he grined „And Jessy wont let me drink, but when you get out she wont be abel to say no.“ „ You really ARE scared of Jessy.“ I said laughing. „She might be small, but the woman is a dynamite when serious!“ I laughed so hard, the tea I just sipped when out through my nose. „Thanks Dan, I needed this.“ „Dan to the rescue.“ He smiled and winked. „Sooo...“ he starte, and I got a feeling I knew what he gonna ask me. „Did the 'hackerboy' contaced you by now?“ „His name is Jake, could you please not call him that anymore.“ I said a bit too stern maybe. „All right, all right, no need to get all serious on me now. Did 'Jake' contacted you?“  I hesitated for a brief moment before answering „No, nothing yet. And to be honest, might be better like that. I myself am not too eager for that talk .“ „Heh, I can understand that. If I was that much pissed at you back then, I dont want to imagine how much 'hac..' , sorry, Jake is pissed at you right now.“  „Well, I guess I will find out soon enough..if he still wants to talk to me at all.“  Dan putted on his serious face, but with a little grin on it „Hey, if he talks bad to you, let me know, i'll show him off!“ „Ohh, im sure you would enjoy that..maybe even to much.“ I said, him grinning even more. „But thanks, Dan, again, for everything.“ „Yeah,yeah, dont you get all wooshy mooshy on me now also.“ he said, getting up. „Well, I gotta go. You get better soon, and call if you need anything.“  „Thanks, Dan, sure will.“ I replied, and waved him goodby. Doris came shortly after Dan left, and got me off the IV, suggesting I take a shower. I grabbed the pack Jessy sent me, and went through it. I took out some underweare, clean shirt and sweatpants, grabbed the shampoons, tooth brush and paste and headed for the bathroom. The shower did feel nice, but it took me ages to finish it, since I was still quite sore. A big bruise at my ribs was still making me short breathed at the times, and all the other cuts and bruises didnt help with easing the pain either. I had a  cut on the back of my head, wich was the reason my head still throbed a lot. I brushed my teeth, looked myself in the mirror, and already could notice some color coming back to my cheeks. I got back to bed and took my phone, might aswell check those messages and emails, its not like I'm have anything smarter to do. Most emails wer not important, I answered a few I needed, and switched to messages. Most of missed calls and messages wer from the night of the incident, so not much replaying needed here. Cleo sent a message saying shes happy im ok, and she will come to visit soon. Thomas also sent a message, thanking me for everything, emphasising tho that I was reckles and how all could have ended differently, but still no grudges from his side. He was just too happy Hannah was back with him. Ofcourse, they all wished me to get well soon, and they cant wait for when I get out so we can all meet properly.I replied to both, thanking them for good wishess. Staring at my chats screen, I opened my conversation with Jake. He was offline, ofcourse. I stared at the blinking pointer on the text space, but I didnt know what to write. My head was blank, I couldnt think of anything. After few minutes I exited the chat, settling the phone aside, and turning the tv on. Maybe some movie or something will get me relaxed a bit. I switched through channels, till I found something acceptable to watch. I ajusted myself on the pillow, and before I knew, dozed off.

#duskwood #duskwood dan #fanfic

[xyuniconnijix]

Sacrifice

"Too slow buddy!" Zeta said with a laught as he speed skip to get his weapon with a smiled as the folk trow the hammer to the ground growling.

"Don't take advantage of your speed Zeta" Gaby said as she point to folk what he has to do "are you sure of patrolling with me today?"

"Please, the night call me" he said putting his weapon on his back and smiling "i can do this easily"

Gaby roll her eyes of the over confidence that Zeta was but laught and take her spear "let's go then" she smiled as Zeta wal next to her.

The forest was beutifull at night, as the flora glows to show the way to those who adventure in night like Zeta and Gaby who where doing night patrolling, it was uncommon to have a griffin who wasn't an owl or any type of night bird on patrol but, the techno griffin has uncontrolable stamia that make him not tired easily and this night shift making blow up some soo he was always up to help.

"Sooo.. how are the nightmare thing going?" Zeta ask to break the ice as Gaby look at him

"Alex told you right?" She said with a heavy sight "terrible.. like i feel, it feels soo real.. the pain is soo real"

"Normal, nightmares are terrible" he said looking around "but i never think you will search shelter on your young bro" he chukcled

"Jaja..Alex is a sweet guy and he sing good lullabies, okey?" This make the technl griffin laught even more

"HE SING YOU A LULLABY?! NAAAHH, that's soo cute" he finish getting a punch on the shoulder

"Idiot!" Gaby said laughing too until both peerk up ears and earfins

Gaby wals towards a tree with black wood "this.. is not normal.." she said as Zeta cut a piece with his blade cheeking the wood turn into a dark powder as he held it "soo what now? We don't have Alex to investigate" Gaby look at him an look at the rest of the forest almost all the fauna held the same damage and turn to powder at touch

"We investigate with out him then" she said as make the order to follow her that the griffin obey right away, walking trought t

He dying forest until light dissapear and the air turn heavy, it feels like almost  they where not longer in their forest..the sensation of an unfriendly presence make alarmed.

"Hey.. Gab, i don't think we should be here on night" Zeta said looking with soft glow on his body "gabs?" He look at the folk looking at something and get closer seeing a lot of statues of..the ancestors

"What is this?.." gaby said getting closer to the manticore one, wicht has helding a light "this is not normal" she turns to her parnent "you think you can take it out?" Zeta take his blade and stab the statue trying to get it out and deeining with the head

"Weird.. i will search for something to sharp my spear, give me a moment" Zeta nod and start making a leader movement with his blade "you will keep trying?"

"Yeah, i, will, get, this, OUT!" he shout when the tip of his blade "well carp.."

Zeta look around at the rest of statue, all flora look death on that place, no light out of the moon that was over his head on that moment as, he sit down for wait for gaby to return.

But an hour latter and gaby didn't show up, this make Zeta worry, he take  his broken blade and track for where gaby has leave found out her partner unconsios with a black wound on the arm

"Well.. and what exactly are you" Zeta hear a deep voice as he lool up into a shadow figure with bright eyes "you don't look like something i has seen before.."

"I am making the question, what did you do to gaby?!" Zeta said as he points with his blade at the shadow that just laught putting the blade away

"I see know..you are griffin..or something like that.. don't worry about your friend~, she is fine" he said walking by Zeta side "for now.."

"Excuse me?!" Zeta grow his red flag with a hiss "you can't kill Gaby!"

"You fool i am not gonna Kill her.." the shadow turn to Zeta "i am gonna use her.."

With said the shafow press his hand making the black injury grow in size, the griffin wide his eyes as her friend hiss in pain, oh no this is not staying like this, he charge with his blade to the shadow making it back up as every time that a cut was try to be made.

The shadow has enought and pull Zeta shadow to the floor to him down making the griffin drop his blade hissing out a bit as he walk to the folk troll again, gaining Zeta fear, he can't let someone do something to a friend.. he can't let gaby get hurt.

"I WILL TAKE HER PLACE  JUST LEAVE HER ALONE!" he yell on top of his lung to get shadow attetion and he get it

"Oh you will?" He chuckled as suddenly all the forest was gone and some dark trendrils grab Zeta to pull him up and encounter with..

"Well now that a deal worth making~" he said pulling more a sude of the string that the other getting a small groan of pain "i would never understand trolls.. sacrifing for each other.. but don't worry little griffin..this would only hurt a like hell~"

"Zeta, Zeta wake up!" He stand up by his mother voice to get hug by a very worry techno troll "oh mother tree! We where soo worry!"

"W..wheres gaby??" He aks sightly worry

"Resting on her home.. Baby what happen last night? Your friend bree go out and find you both unconccious"

"We.." Zeta fell an awfull pull like something pulling a string on his neck "...we were attack by a pedrator..."

#trolls world tour #trolls #dreamworks trolls #trollstopia #oc #trollsona #text post #noctury the dark of the forest #zeta the techno griffin #gaby the folk troll #Chloe the giant griffin troll #Xein the teaspoon techno troll #techno trolls #my art

[grandparomeaskblog]

her books

“You can't do this!” Konstant exclaimed “ “We have no choice, we are leaving. I bid you come with us” “I can't just leave” “Then you'll die... or worse... Suit yourself. I am taking my wife and her mother to safety. It is a matter of time before they will overrun the city.” Alexios said matter of fact. Konstant stood nailed to the ground, his face and whole posture looked paniced “Wait!” he said clutching his Emperor's arm in despair “I'm coming with you... I just... need to get my books” Alexios pushed him aside. “Fool! We are leaving NOW. We pack nothing.” “I can't leave them” “Well you better RUN. My boat will not wait for you.”

And Konstant ran. He ran as fast as his feet could take him. He ran threw his brave city, Constantinople, now filled with fear and fires that the enemy soldiers had left because their promised gold didn't show. There was no gold, the treasury was empty. Konstants new emperor had even confiscated money from the aristocracy and high officials. It wasn't enough by far. The latins had come with empty promises of riches. He could hardly blaim them. He did blaim the idiot that set this all up, for his coup. He failed to see how the banised annoying nephew of their late emperor thought all of this was a good idea. To Hell with him and his father too. Speaking about annoying nephews. What the Fuck Venice?! What the actual fuck were you thinking, you traitor.

Now the sun had set, families were scattered around the city trying to find a safe place to stay. A third of the population got homeless by the fires. And Konstant knew this wasn't the end of it. They were surrounded by enemy troups and people were tired of fighting. But the worsed, the most awfull thing of all was that Alexios lost their Icon. That  the emperor lost the imperial standard to the Latins was one thing, but he also lost the Panagia Nikopoios. He should have had the decency to die for it. Now ALL was lost. He knew it. The Emperor knew it. That was why he fled. The whole City was lost. Konstant could not help to recall his brother's despair when they put out his sacred fire. Romulus had never been the same again. This icon too was seen as a divine protector of a City, Konstants city. By losing it he had failed God himself. But he would not fail her, he thought, he hoped, he prayed. He would save her books from the Latins.

Like daggers to his heart the sight was “No, No, Not my house!” the Roman said. The sight of flames coming threw the south windows was so stressfull it made him nauseous. He breath in deep to think. “Wait. The study is on the other side... the study might still be...” A slave tried to stop him “Mr Kyriakus, sir... please don't, the firemen are doing what they can, they will arrive shortly” Konstant paid no attention to him and opened the door. There was a lot of thick fumes but the fire hadn't reached here yet. There was just enough light coming from the flickering flames outside to make his way to the study. When he opened the door, the study seemed at rest in serene darkness, but within a few breaths the whole place seemed to lit up with a light so intense it hurt his eyes. He turned on his heels to close the door behind him while the fire rushed to devour as much off him as it could, now with renewed energy. Still Konstant reached his treasured books in time and shielded them with his body.

The ceiling was creaking and calling to him. A window sprung feeding even more oxygen to the fire that sounded like a roaring beast by now. The heat was intense and the light blinding. He knew his skin was scorched, the smell was worse than the pain, somehow, as if his body had not fully registered it yet. He felt no fear. No fear at all. It was surreal. His head hurt, thinking became difficult and his knees gave way. “Renatus,what are you doing?” “I got her books” he answered quietly “Such a silly man, you are,” the roof creaked again. With a pained smile he dropped his head on the floor. He could just die here, in her lap, as a matter of fact he welcomed it. He didn't care for that boat any longer. He was right where he wanted to be. “I'm ready” he said “I got her b...”

The collapsing roof killed most of the fire, so in the end not so many books were lost. A day, or maybe a couple had passed before Konstant breathed in again and opened his eyes disorientated. While Konstants cracked skull had formed whole again it seemed the burns had decided to stay with him and now he first felt the intense pain. The burns started at his left arm and ran all the way to his back. Clumpsily, due mere exhaustion, he pushed himself free from the beams and rumble, clutching her books and now witnessed how the whole world seemed to have fallen apart. He sat on his knees watching in disbelief how the city got sacked and destroyed. Not even the churches were spared. But these were Christians, were they not? Konstant saw nuns being dragged off for profit and pleasure. He could not believe his eyes. Did he just woke up in Hell?

#hetalia #historical hetalia #my oc dinos #aph constantinople #aph east roman empire #aph ancient greece's books #sacking of constantinople #storytime

[igotanna]

Got7 reaction - on your period

genre: reader’s POV

summary: got7 reacting on the reader‘s period

warning: /

a/n: i don’t own any gif, credit to the owners

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Mark

You knew it was coming. The mood swings made it so obvious. Just the thought of Mark touching you made you flinch. He made you angry just by sitting there and breathing.

You bit your tongue not to say something. It’s not his fault it’s not his fault was your mantra the whole day. You tried to avoid as much physical contact as possible. But he noticed.

You were cooking diner (just a ramyeon, you didn’t have energy to anything better). Mark came to the kitchen, putting his hand on your hip  with a attempt to hug you.

You moved away so quickly your spoon fell to the pot.  The hot water splashed your hands and you hissed with pain „Fuck, Mark!“ you cursed and rubbed the burning skin.

He didn’t say a word, just took your hand and dragged you to the sink. He poured a cold water on it and asked „Better?“

You closed your eyes knowing he is not mad and that he should „I’m sorry.“ You said holding his hand in yours „I’m just..“

„I know,“ he interrupted you with a soft smile „It’s okay. Just tell me next time. I’ll leave you a space.“

That made your heart melt and you pushed yourself on him.

„Or not.“ He added with laughter.

JB

Your period caught you with surprise on a day you and JB both made day off to have it just for yourself. You planned to go out for a breakfast, nice walk through the city and then a on a beach to feed some seagulls, wraping the nice day with a romantic dinner and cinema.

Well.

Your ovaries thought otherwise.

„Oppa I’m so sorry…“ you sighed once again. You were cuddled in blankets on the couch, sweating and clinching your jaw. You could have managed the whole day if there wouldn’t be the cramps. Fucking cramps so bad that even pills didn’t help.

„Don’t be sorry like it’s your fault.“ He scolded and caressed your forhead. He sat down, bringing you tea.

„We were supposed to have a nice day..“ you closed your eyes, due to the pain and tears.

„I’m at home with you, without anyone interrupting me or sayin’ ‘brRRaAh!’every minute.“ he laughed „How is that not a nice day?“

You laughed with him.

„Just try to sleep I’ll make something for lunch.“ He raised and kissed you on the head.

Jackson

You two were cuddling on a couch with a new Disney movie on, sharing a nice moment. It was a long time since you both had the chance to do something together and counting in your period, Jackson said it’ll be good to stay at home and rest.

The movie slowly came to its end when you felt your cheeks going wet cause of the waterfalls of tears. You wiped as many as you could away but when Jackson moved to stand up and turn off the telly you gasped as the wave of emotions hit you.

„Y/N?“ he froze with shock „What is it?“

For a second you couldn’t respond – that hard you cried. You hid your face in your hands and tried to stop this silly burst.

Jackson’s hands took your shoulders and shaked with you a bit „Y/N? Please, you scare me!“

„It was such a sad movie!“ you cried loud.

It was so stupid yet cute he just had to laugh. He pushed you on himself and laughed „Really? You’re crying your life out after a disney movie?“

That made you cry even more – it was so stupid! You felt like an idiot.

„Okay if you won’t stop I’ll cry as well you know that.“ His voice cracked.

„I know.“ You sobbed and laughed.

Jinyoung

Because Jinyoung has two sisters, he is quite laid back when it comes to women’s problems. Including period, cramps, mood swings, hunger or whatever might be connected wit it.

He is very well informed (not that he’d want to be) and you can count on him in every situation.

One morning you woke up and just knew. ‘Why the hell’ - you thought and tried to figure out what to do. You were at Jinyoung’s place, you  didn’t bring anything here yet. Thinking about the handbag - the last tampon you had you gave to your friend at work.

You tried to move quietly, but Jinyoung suddenly appeared next to your side of the bed, sitting down. He was already dressed up.

“Hi,” you said and tried to look cool.

“So what do you preffer?” he asked and smiled to encourage you.

“What?” 

“Tampon or pads?”

You had to blink a few times seeing his straightforwardness. He seemed pretty confident.

“Ehrm... pads?” you answered.

“Okay. I’ll get them.” he kissed your forhead and stood up.

You sat up “Wait!” you were so shocked - how he knew?

“Yeah? Anything else? Chocolate? I have Milka but if you wish otherwise..” he looked at you.

“No, just.. how you know I need it?” you asked simply.

His eyes avoided yours and smiled shyly “I just know my girl.” and left.

You laughed at his attitude but then froze. As you stood up you just saw - you were sleeping on a japanese flag now. Cursing and taking of the sheets you just had to smile at Jinyoung’s gentleman behaviour. He is a true sweety.

Youngjae

Youngjae took you with JB and Jinyoung on a lunch since you didn’t have the time to spend time with each other.

You were feeling dizzy already when you drove there, but wanted to play it cool. You missed being with him and you wanted to see the boys as well.

You actually even weren’t hungry or sociable. You just didn’t want to disappoint them.

When you all arrived to the restaurant boys started bickering and talking about the food they’re gonna get.  The waitress came to take the orders.

„And for you miss?“ she turned on you.

„Nothing, thanks.“ You smiled.

All the boys looked at you „Are you okay?“ asked Youngjae.

You nodded, holding back the whole dizzines and back pain you suffered. You managed to have some conversation with them until the food was brought. The smell of it was just awfull and you a had to fight the throw up tention.

„Hey, you wanna try it at least?“ asked politely Youngjae and handed you a spoon full of noodles, veggies and soup.

You covered your mouth and shook your head, quickly standing up. Almost didn’t make it to the restrooms you threw up all the breakfast you had into the toilet.

After you came out, Youngjae, leaning on the door quickly stood up and took your head in his hands „Are you alright?“

You shook your head.

„The boys think you are pregnant.“ He smiled.

„Quite the opposite.“ You chuckled.

His eyes widened with understanding and nodded „Let’s go home.“

„What? No, have fun with them I’ll go on my own.“

„You crazy? Look at yourself you’re shivering.“ He locked arms with you and smiled „Don’t worry I’ll leave the food here.“

Bambam

That little shit knew very well when you’re going to have your period and he even made himself a note on the fridge.

His tactics was to leave you as much space as possible, one day he even disappeared in the morning leaving you just the safe box he prepared. It was filled with tampons, pads, chocolate, chips, pills, warm pad and he even got a Bridget Jones on a flesh disc. All that with a note “love you, but you can manage this yourself”

After you explained him it is kinda cruel of him avoiding you he stopped leaving you when on your period.

He just acted very strangely.

“Let me take it it’s too heavy.”

“What?”

“I thought you can’t pick up heavy things.”

“Bam I’m on my period not pregnant.”

When you vere cooking he pushed you away and said “Move and go to sleep you look tired.” then rushing back to you with “HELP IT IS BURNING!”

But in the evening he got super romantic and before cuddling to you he politely asked “May I be clingy tonight?”

Yugyeom

„C’mooon I wanna go to the pool!“ pouted Yugyeom. He was behaving like a child since the morning. You both planned to spend the day in a swimming pool.

But your period took over and stole all the mood  for playing around in the pool.

„Gyeomie I’m so sorry I just can’t…“ you sighed for the seventh time and stroke his hair “Go with someone else and have fun, I’d be just a frowny fun spoiling one today.” you winked lazily.

Yugyeom nodded and his shoulders went down “I see.”

He stood up, packed some stuff and waved “I’ll go then.”

“Yeah.” you smiled at him holding back tears.  He’s actually going to go on his own?

Apparently yes, he left and after the door shuting, you let it go completely. That stupid bastard! You didn’t mean it seriously! And he just leaves you here. Alone and sad.

You made yourself simple lunch and before you started to eat it, you heard door opening.

“Well that was quick!” you said loudly. He was out for a hour, not  even.

“Surprise!!” he screamed back when arriving to the kitchen. He placed a big paper bag on the table before you.

“You didn’t really think I was going to leave you here, did you?” he laughed when you looked in the bag. There was Little mermaid on dvd, jelly fish, haribo sea  world and a towel.

“Really? A towel?”

“We’re gonna cuddle in a towel yes!” yelled Yugyeom out with excitement.

“Jeez I should’ve known.” you laughed.

#got7 #got7 imagines #got7 reactions #got7 x reader #got7 x you #kim yugyeom #bambam imagines #jackson wang reaction #choi youngjae #jinyoung reaction #jaebum #mark tuan #got7 au

[missnxthingg]

screen partner | tom holland

AN: I really was pretty bored before doing this, but I’m trying to increase my imagine portfolio since I’m on my vacations, what means, I have no fucking thing to do but writing and reading. I hope you like it. Also, sorry if the “keep reading” doesn’t appear. Somehow this thing really doesn’t like me and doesn’t want to pop out when I add it to the text.

Warnings: SMUT and unprotected sex (just don’t do it kids), swearing, angst, alcohol.

Words: 3.7K

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Work was tiring, at least like this after a few weeks of non-stoping filming and lots of flights to promote your new movie. It was a sci-fi movie, where you were one of the main characters, and had way too much screen time on the movie. You’ve been everywhere, Spain, The States, Japan, Brazil, Portugal, Italy, and now you’re back at your own country, England. It wasn’t exactly your hometown though, you were from Sheffield, and now you were in London, hometown for many of your coworkers, like Tom Holland.

He was having an amazing time now, and that bothered you most of the times. He usually hosts many “after parties” for when the press day is done, just to chill out with the cast, the crew and now that he’s home, with his friends and family. As much as you love to party, you were tired and also, you kind of hate him. Not like hate him, you somehow just don’t like him that much. He irritates you and is always flirty and needy, a thing you personally don’t like that much. But anyway, you didn’t think he was that bad, but the rest of the cast was pure shit. You didn’t make any friends, and he was the closest to a friend you had made over the whole year working with them, but really, the parties were stupid.

That night you were wondering throught the hotel halls, carrying your heels, and slowly walking to your bedroom, located at the end of the corridor. You moaned at the distance, but kept going. The entire floor was reserved for the cast and crew that were working along with them. Your assistent was out with her boyfriend, so you had the bedroom all for yourself tonight, which you enjoyed very much. As you got closer to the middle of the hallway, music started to play, a really loud and annoying one. It had a really bad lyric and bass line. You moaned in disgust and kept going, hoping to find your hot water shower and your comfortable bed. As you passed through the opened door, you could hear your name being called in the middle of that awfull song.

“Y/N, already going to bed?” You would recognize that voice anywhere, since you’ve been working together a lot now, once he is your romantic pair in the movie.

“Long press day Holland. All I need right now is my bed.” You said, shortly and trying to completely show your lack of interest.

“Come have a drink, darling.” He said, running his fingers through his hair, giving you a shy smile and looking directly into you.

“No, thank you.” You said and started to walk as quick as possible, but once you heard your name again, you came back in a heartbeat.

“Forget about Y/N, she’s boring as hell. She can’t have a good time like us. I’m not even sure of she has ever been to a party.” That voice cut through the air like glass, and you immediately got that throw up feeling you always feel when you hear it. Sierra was supposed to be your best friend in the movie, but in real life all you wanted to do is choke her so she could stop talking. She was the only american in the cast, but her forced british accent was getting on your nerves, but you had to admit, you two were perfectly great actresses, since it seemed like it was a solid friendship in the movie. You turned back and with one hand on the door you said.

“Excuse me. I know how to have a good time and sure I have been to plenty of parties. I’m from Sheffield, we get fucked up and listen to Spice Girls.” At this point you were already into the room. Tom was looking at you with a small smile on his lips. “I just don’t enjoy the people around here, specially you. But i could perfectly stay and be as cool as you all think you are.”

You turned your back for a dramatic outing, but once you heard her voice again, your blood started to boil.

“Prove it.” She said and you turned your back. Sierra turned her eyes to the girl doing body shots with one of the actors in the movie and you laughed.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” You cursed, rolling you eyes.

“You said you could be as cool as we are.”

“As you think you are.” You approached the table and got the vodka bottle on your hands.“Pick someone.”

She looked around the room. Anyone she would pick around there would be the worst to you. Everyone there only thought about the money and fame and you hated it. Her eyes scrowled through everyone, but finally landed in the guy standing right next to her.

“Tommy, my love, do you mind?”

“Fuck.” You whispered, praying that she didn’t hear you.

Tom sat at the couch and reclined on the seat. You rolled your eyes and gave her the bottle. The room went loud, and everyone was just waiting for something great to happen. You got down and helped him remove his black top, revealing his body. “God, he’s fit”, you thought, but kept going with it all. You were glad she picked him, because you knew she was in some kind of insane love about him and you wanted to provoke her. So you ran your hands down his body and looked at him, paralized and looking at you.

“Are you sure?” He asked and you agreed with you head.

“Do it.” You looked at her and she approached him and poured some of the liquor in the area close to his neck. Before it reached his trouser, you started to lick it all, slowly going up through his body. But when you were done, you just kept going. You sat on his lap, one leg on each side of him, and started to leave kisses over his collarbone, neck and jaw, where you stopped and left a hickey behind. You got away from him and cleaned you mouth.

“Wow.” He said, still paralized on his spot.

“Good night.” You said before getting your shoes back on your hands and walking off there, leaving a really jealous Sierra behind and everyone screaming in excitement. You kept walking, you were so close to your room, but you heard your name again, but this time you decided to ignore it.

“Y/N, wait.” He said reaching you and holding your wrist. You looked at him. Tom was now wearing his shirt back on.

“What is it?” You asked, kind of bored.

“What just happened?” He asked and you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms on your chest. “Why did you do that?”

“To fucking shut Sierra’s mouth for once. She’s such an idiot that it makes me want to tie her mouth up.”

“Really? Cause I kind of think you wanted to do it.”

“It wasn’t me who got a hard while I was sitting at your lap.” You said, getting away from there, and you could feel him blushing even though you couldn’t see his face.

“Look, i know she’s annoying, trust me, even I can’t bear it anymore. But was that actually just to bother her, because this right here…” He said pointing to his jaw and you opened your room’s door.

“Was just a reminder to everyone that I can do anything, including what I just did.” You entered your room, and he followed you inside. “What in the name of sanity are you doing?”

“Trying to talk to my friend.” He said and you laughed.

“You’re not my friend, Holland.” You said and you started to take off your jewerly and placing it on their original cases.

“That hurt.” He said and sat down at your bed. “Where’s that ginger one that’s always following you around?”

“She’s out on a date, won’t be returning any time soon.” You said getting into the toilet, slightly closing the door and changing your dress to your silk nightgown. He nodded in response when you got out of the toilet. “Aren’t you coming back to the party with that blonde one and your brothers?”

“Oh, they left a few minutes ago. Also, it’s really nice in here.” He said, lying down in you bed.

“Fuck off!” You said, pointing to the door.

“Noooo, Y/N, we never really got the chance to bond. Look, I know you think I’m annoying…”

“Yeah, you’re right.” You interrupted.

“But I’m trying to be nice to you. I know I messed up when we met, but I’m trying to make up for the shitty comment I made about your hometown and your accent.”

“It’s not nice to treat a woman like that.” You said looking down to the floor.

The first day you two met, Tom made fun of your strong South Yorkshire accent, and so he asked where you were from, and so when you said Sheffield, he started to laugh and told some joke about the Arctic Monkeys. You were pissed, and to you, he instantly became a bore. You never really talked after that one time, or at least you always tried to ignore him.

You left to get rid off your makeup, washing your face with some products made specially for this kind of thing. He stood at the toilet door, watching you clean your face.

“I’m sorry. Sheffield’s nice, and about your accent, it’s the cutest I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

You could feel your face blush even underneath the cold water. So you dried your face and glanced a look at him. He had a crooked smile on his face.

“It’s okay Holland.”

“You can call me Tom.”

“Right, Tom.” You said emphasizing the Tom. “Could you please leave, I really fancy a sleep.”

“No, I want to stay here.” He said, coming back to your bed and taking his shoes off.

“God, I really can’t stand you.” You said massaging your temples and he left a place by his side.

“Come to bed, darling. I promise not to do anything.”

“You could do nothing in YOUR fucking bed.”

“Come on, babe. There’s a shitload of people partying at my room, and I’m trying to hide from Sierra.” Oh, that girl always had to pop up eventually in everyone’s conversation.

“Fuck, okay. You can stay back, but no funny things and no TV, I really need to rest.” You said lying down at your side, turning around and giving him your back. You both stayed silent for a while, but once he said.

“Nice tattoo.” He referenced to the small flower at the back of your ear.

“Shut up.”

“Why are you always so mean to people? God, you’re so pretty, but so rude.” He said and you turned back to him.

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked, feeling something at the bottom of your stomach. It wasn’t the first time you got that feeling. The first time was when he shared a doughnut with you and cleaned some sugar out of your bottom lip. It came around a lot, and just came to say hi to you.

“You’re gorgeous.” He said and you smiled, making him do his surprise face, but smiling afterwards. “See, much better than screaming and eye rolling.”

“Sorry, is just that everyone on this movie never was nice to me once. You’re the first one.”

“I’ve been trying to be nice to you for so long, but you never let me.”

“I guess I was just hurt.” You said and turned your back to him. “You’re alright, Holland.”

“Hey, I know you’re tired, so I think I’m gonna leave. Sorry for bothering.” He got up, but you turned back to him.

“Stay. I could really talk to someone right now.”

He got back to bed and you sat right next to him, playing with the cheets around your legs. You kept looking down, thinking how to start a conversation.

“I though that maybe talking would make us connect a bit more.”

“So what do you want to talk about?”

From that point on, you talked about everything, about your early lives, your friends, your work, what did you like to eat, do, watch, listen. You kept talking until you heard that the music stopped and Tom went to check if everyone was gone, but he came back holding the keys to his room.

“All gone.” He said and you were now scrowling through Netflix, looking for a movie to watch. You just went with Mean Girls, a movie you always watch when you have nothing more to watch and you’re really bored. It always made you laugh a lot, so it was nice. He lied right next to you and you started to watch it. You turned your back to him, covering everything but your shoulders. You really got distracted with the movie, and didn’t realize how close he was to you right now. He stroked you hair and got it out of you way, exposing your shoulders to him. Your body trembled, and you were enjoying his touch. So he started to leave kisses on your back, collarbone, neck and finally, he got to your ear.

“What are you doing?” You asked. By now, he had his hands all over your tights.

“Getting revenge from the hickey in my jaw.” He left a small one being you ear and you moaned in response.

“So it was all to get into my panties, really nice Holland.” You said getting away from him, and turning to face him.

“No, fuck… I really wanted to be your friend. But God, you drove me insane back at the party. I can still feel your tongue burning through my body. Didn’t you feel something there too?”

You thought about the moment, and hell, of course you did feel something. You wanted more of that, his body was flawless and you were kind of needing a bit of sex. It’s been a while now. So you lied back down and pulled him closer. He got over you and his hands went for your waist and yours went for the hair. He came closer and brushed your lips together.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” He said.

“You already kissed me on the set.” You said between your heavy breath.

“It isn’t the same.” He said and finally connected your lips.

It was different from when you kissed on camera. You felt something, a thing you’ve never felt before. You’ve kissed plenty of people, but he was different. Your started rubbing your waist on his, and his hand went down to your booty.

“Fuck, I hate you.” You said between kisses.

“That’s not what your body is telling me.” He said and his hands got into your panties, and his fingers touched your lady bit and he moaned. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so wet.”

“Look what you made me do baby.” He got your night gown off, and was really glad that you weren’t wearing a bra. He was hypnotized by your tits, and he sucked it like it was going to be the last thing he was about to do on his life. You moaned in response, leaving scratches on the back of his head.

“You’re the worst.” He said and came back to your mouth. You helped him take his shirt off, and ran your fingers through his body once again.

“Your body is so amazing.” You said, analizing every bit of it.

“It’s yours tonight, love.” And so he began to thrill his way to your down, leaving kisses all over your belly and tights. He got rid off your panties very quickly. His fingers met your heat very soon, and he moaned once again on how wet you was. He stimulated your clitoris, and swiped one finger in, slowly, making you go insane. You moaned and he smiled, looking at you. “Look at me when I do this to you.”

“Shit!” You screamed and he swiped another finger in, pumping harder than before. You let your head go back and your eyes rolled. Your fingers were holding the sheets so hard you thought you were going to rip it. “Oh fuck! Tom, please, fuck me.”

“Not yet, darling.” So his lips met your parts and you could feel his tongue slowly traveling to every bit around your lady part. Your couldn’t stand it anymore and you let a loud moan come out of your mouth.

“FUCK!” You screamed and he stopped. “Why did you stop?”

“Be quiet or daddy will punish you.”

“This won’t work with me.” You said and he laughed.

“Oh, it will.” So he started from where he stopped, going faster than before. Your fingers met his hair, rolling the small curls around them and pulling them, but something making him go deeper.

“T-Tommy.” You said and bit your bottom lip. “I-I’m gonna cum, fuck!” You said once again.

“Cum for me baby, cum for Tommy.” He said using his fingers again, and you felt it. You couldn’t hold it anymore and you exploded on his fingers, letting a lot moan echo through the room. “Do you still hate me?”

“Sooooo much.” You said almost breathless. He sucked the cum out your bottom and went to kiss you again, so you tasted yourself on his mouth. “But now it’s your turn to hate me.”

Now you were on top. You sat on his lap and moved your hips for a while. You could feel his hardness on yourself and you loved how your body had this kind of effect on him. You got down and got rid off his pants. You used your hands to provoke him a bit more, running them on his member from above the underwear.

“Fuck babe, you’re driving me insane.” He whispered and you kissed him, shortly. But got down to him again.

This time you took his underwear off and started running your hands through his length. He pushed his head back, closing his eyes and moaning. You could feel his dick pumping on your hands. So you took it to your mouth, going up and down, making him moan even more, and say dirty things to you. It was getting thicker and thicker, and you saw he wasn’t going to take it any longer.

“Not yet.” You said and stopped playing with him and just lied on his arms, where he kissed you gently, but the desire was always present.

He got on top, and used his hands to explore your body, and you were loving it. No one did such a thing to you in a long time. He positioned and slowly got his length inside you. You both moaned together.

“Oh baby, you’re so tiny.” He said very close to her ears. “Shit, I never would have imagined you and I would have ended up like this.”

“Neither would I.” You said and he started to go faster, making you moan even more.

“Shit! I forgot the condom!” He said, but didn’t stop.

“I’m on the pill.” You said and pulled him closer, using your nails to scretch his back. “You’re clean, right?”

“Yes, very clean, and you?”

“C-clean as a-always. Fuck.” She moaned. “Oh darling, you’re so good.”

“You’re the best, love.” He moaned.

Never in a lifetime you would have imagined to be like this with Tom Holland. You used to unbare him, but you had to admit, you were just being the boring twat you always are. Now he has proven to you more than ever that he’s a nice guy. He pumped into you a few times more, but he knew he wasn’t going to last longer.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum.” He pratically screamed, going as fast as he could.

“Cum outside me.”

He got out of her and started to pump himself, until he came all over your belly, moaning more than before. When he stopped, he used a towel to clean him and you up. And so he got down to you again.

“What are you doing Tommy?” You asked.

“You didn’t cum yet.” He said, letting two fingers come into you. He was as fast as he was before, and it was driving you insane. He started to kiss you again, and you couldn’t help but stop the kiss sometimes to moan. You were close, but you were trying to hold it so it wouldn’t be over. He kept saying dirty things to you like “Cum to me princess”. Once you couldn’t stop it and exploded a second time that night on his hands. He cleaned it up with his mouth and towel.

“Come here, love.” You said and he lied on you chest, and you let your fingers stroke his hair.

“We came from dickwad to love. I loved how this night turned our lives sideways.”

“Yeah, me too.” You said smiling. He started to draw little hearts with his on your belly. “Tom.”

“Yes, love.” He said looking at you.

“I really want to keep up being your friend.”

“I would prefer to have something better. Fancy a dinner sometime?”

“Sure, why not?” You said and he cuddled you for a bit more, but so he got up. “Are you leaving?”

“We need a bath, we’re disgusting.” He said and you laughed following him to the toilet. He was now looking at the mirror and you hugged him from behind.

“You’re really fit, Holland.”

“Thank you.” He said looking at you through the mirror. “And I just realized something.”

“What is it?” You asked.

“I prefer when you moan Tommy instead of calling me Holland.”

“Dickhead.” You cursed and laughed.

“Come on, let’s do it together.”

He pulled you into the bath and you both had a lot of fun playing with each other and with the soap and shampoo. Nothing sexual, just bonding. That was the moment you knew it wasn’t just about sex, it wasn’t just to provoke Sierra. It was something more and you loved the idea of that new friendship, or just like he said, something else.

…………………….

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Millennials - Part 4 -

Title: Millennials Genre: Fluff, romance Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x You Summary: Life is made of stages and each of them is a hard push on the back, forcing you to forge ahead. You’re facing your biggest crisis, and then there’s him, who lives from day to day. Of course he does, he is just a kid. Words: 4749 Warning: Small age difference. Yugyeom x Noona Reader.

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Part IV

You don’t know how to deal with yourself. Most of the time, you know how to handle sticky situations, stress, or even yelling customers. So far you did great, dodging the bullets sent your way with little to no difficulty.


But that dress is too tight for a simple drink downtown.

“What, you don’t like it?” Naya enters your living-room with more clothes and toss them on the couch. “I think it suits you.”

You puff, hair flying away from your frustrated face. You’re not sure you can walk around wearing that. “Aren’t we overdoing it? It’s just-”

“It’s a date. You’re supposed to make yourself pretty for a date.” Your friend’s voice makes you groan louder, hands on your hips in front of the mirror.

It’s odd to consider this whole thing a date. Naya can’t stop nagging you about how pretty you have to be and how you should be kind and receptive to Yugyeom. She already teased the shit out of you for accepting, now she is going on and on about how you should apply makeup or how short your dress has to be.

You don’t want to wear makeup and you certainly don’t want to wear a tight dress.

She doesn’t seem to get the whole concept of being natural so you play along, not in the mood to crush her hopes and tell her you won’t be wearing anything too fancy as it doesn’t reflect your personality. She would insist, though, because ‘you can’t go wearing those lame jeans and dirty sneakers. Level up for that kid!’

What the hell does she mean by ‘level up’? Yugyeom is a boy who doesn’t seem to be into fancy and shiny stuff, which shouldn’t even matter because you don’t plan on seducing him. It’s a date for everyone else but you, even though your mind screams at you to just let it go for one evening and enjoy. You sigh loudly, pulling on the fabric to make it longer.

“I don’t think he expects me to be this…glamourous.” You try one last time, checking the clock on your living-room’s wall. “Also, I have to go soon.”

Naya clicks her tongue, finally giving up and aiming for a casual outfit. “This.” She shakes another piece of clothing, this time longer and thicker. “Is that fine with you, boring girl?”

You eye the deep blue clothes, tilting your head. Finally, some normal outfit.

You still don’t know why you agreed. You want to find an explanation to such a weird behaviour but you know there’s nothing more to say.

Against every attempt to lie at your stubborn self, you conclude that you agreed because it didn’t sound like a bad idea. There’s no reason to reject him, after all. You tell yourself that you hate him and everything he represents, but that doesn’t mean you have to crush him and his candid hopes.

Maybe it’s because he gives you attention. Maybe your conflicted feelings come from both his bubbly behaviour which you despise and his caring side which stirs your interest unwillingly.

You can’t deny your behaviour changed.

It makes you go back on full cold mood sometimes, when you notice your own body warming up to his presence. It’s a mere need for validation you think, it’s nothing romantic so you refuse to call this whole thing a date.

The scariest part lies in the fear of him being disappointed by your insignificant existence.

Yugyeom texted you two days ago, asking if you were free tonight. He had a few days off because of important exams and explained they would end today. You accepted, trying your best not to chuckle at how clumsily he writes all his messages.

This morning he sent you a very intimidating “I can’t wait for tonight, noona.” Which turned you muted and resulted in leaving him on read.

Naya’s voice echoes in the room and it feels like a huge bell destroying your eardrum.

“I’m coming!”

--

Yugyeom doesn’t usually panic. He had dates with pretty and funny girls in the past, but never was he so stressed about a mere evening with you.

He hates himself for being so shy around you, his hopeless love crushing every attempt at being somewhat normal. Yugyeom is not normal in front of you and it scares him how easily you would end him with a simple remark. He then does his best to make that date perfect despite his poor competences.

Yugyeom goes for what he thinks is the easy route and asks for advises.

But as he stands in front of his friends, he starts questioning his life choices.

Bambam introduces the situation like he is a dumb guy, a fool who can’t be saved. “Kim Yugyeom, 21, asked his crush out and she said yes. The date is tonight but look at him,” His thin arms shake around him, like he is about to make him disappear. “he won’t make it without us.”

Yugyeom shakes his head, choosing to ignore instead of beating his best friend up. “No one asked you.” He sits the opposite direction so he can face his two other friends.

Maybe Jackson and Jinyoung aren’t any better.

Jinyoung doesn’t know how to stop being a bastard, while Jackson offers way too much to anyone who’s willing to even smile at him.

“Why so anxious? She said yes, right?” Said Jinyoung starts, arms crossed over his chest like he owns the whole building. “Be natural.”

Jackson scoffs, getting up and everyone knows he is going to be noisy from the way his mouth opens. “Let’s prepare you a little bit. Jinyoung, don’t tell him to be natural when your last crush ran out of your store, crying.”

Bambam chuckles, now twirling around the trio while whistling.

Jinyoung hums, unimpressed. “Says the guy who gave all his savings to a girl who told him she needed it for her mother’s hospital bill. Yeah Jackson, let’s all follow your disgusting and stupid gullibility.”

Jackson gasps, pointing an angry finger at his friend while Yugyeom closes his eyes in frustration. “She told me she loved me!”

Bambam stops to snap his fingers at the pair, his body now against the couch where Yugyeom is close to having a very dangerous nervous breakdown. “Why did you ask these two? Even google would provide better advices.” He whispers, shrugging.

Yugyeom groans, getting up. “Forget it. I thought you’d be of any help but I guess I’ll just suck it up and do as I please.

Both Jinyoung and Jackson stop. “No!”

Yugyeom freezes, bewildered.

“Joke aside, stop freaking out. She agreed so don’t worry about messing things up. Talk about yourself but not too much, show interest but not too much, be a gentleman, laugh at her jokes and don’t make the situation awkward. Do you really need us for that?” Jinyoung sighs, lifting a hand toward Bambam who is busy playing on his phone. “You, get me something to drink.”

Bambam snorts, getting up and whispering about bossy friends.

Jackson nods, face now serious. “Do you have condoms?”

Yugyeom turns red with embarrassment. “What? Why? Can we not talk about sex like you’re my parents?” “Safety first! Get prepared for any outcome.” His friend continues, not the least bothered.

Jinyoung slaps his arms, slightly offended and looking nauseous. “I don’t want to know either and I don’t think walking around carrying a pack of condoms helps in conveying honest feelings, Jackson.”

“Fine. Suit yourself.”

Yugyeom lets Jackson pout while Bambam comes back with a freshly made coffee and a straight-out of the dry-cleaning outfit.

“Here. Black for you. Wear that turtleneck, it’ll make you look older than these weird stripped shits you wear. If I were you I’d show my tattoos but well, suit yourself.” Bambam lets the clothes fall on Yugyeom who is torn between being thankful and smack his friend’s head.

He doesn’t know why he asked for help but somehow, he feels relaxed from all the bullshit he just heard. Yugyeom gathers the tiny bits of courage left in him to get prepared at Bambam’s place and is extra careful when he styles his hair, opting for a laid-back style with enough fashion to make it look like he isn’t a boring guy.

He goes out of the bathroom, anxiously looking at his friends. “I’m ready.”

--

You don’t expect Yugyeom to be waiting in front of the brasserie but he is there, hands deep into his long coat’s pockets and leaning against the wall. He doesn’t see you immediately, too concentrated on whatever is happening across the street to notice your approaching form, small and anxious.

“Am I late?” You startle him, body now as straight as an I.

He lifts his arms in a soft protest, head shaking. “No, no. I came early.” He stops then, finally noticing your obvious effort – and you totally blame Naya for this – at makeup. “You look different, noona.”

He inhales, heart fluttering at the sight of you and if he didn’t know better he would have showered you with compliments already.

But somehow, he knows that won’t work with you.

You can only nod, somewhat conscious of your appearance and cursing your best-friend for making you stand out when you only live to blend in. Yugyeom coughs, obviously awkward yet determined to take the best out of this evening and turns around, aiming for the door.

The place is not as busy as you thought it would be. It looks fancy and simple, like these places they show in documentaries about cool kids enjoying night-life the posh way. You look at the paintings and decoration, a mix of renaissance and modern furniture giving off soft Italian vibes. Yugyeom is two steps ahead of you, eyes scanning the area as he stops to talk to one of the waiter.

“Follow me.” The thin guy walks, hands busy with a bottle and glasses, toward a semi-circular table. “I’ll be right back with the menus.” The seat follows the table’s pattern, circling it with deep green padded velvet and sending off intimate vibes wrapped in golden, tiny lights.

Yugyeom pinches his lips, forcing a smile as he leans to speak. “Is this okay for you?”. It looks awfully romantic but even though he loves it and wouldn’t mind snuggling next to you, he knows you can run away at any moment.

Yugyeom doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

He had planned this out in his head a million times. He knew what to do and not to do, how to behave so you won’t hate him even more, what to talk about so you won’t feel bored. He doesn’t want it all ruined right from the start.

You look up from the table, meeting an expectant Yugyeom who is already taking a step back to let you sit. “It’s fine. I like it here.” It’s true. You do like this table. It’s not in the middle of the restaurant so no one walks by and it’s quiet without it being suffocating – the soft music definitely helps filling the blanks. Yugyeom smiles when you approve and you force yourself not to shiver when his hand falls on your back to lead you to the seat.

It’s still so unusual of him to be taking the lead. It makes you see him differently, almost ten years older than he is and you don’t want to think about how manly he appears to be, now.

But all your resolve evaporates like steam when he takes his jacket off and sits next to you, revealing a tight turtleneck and black pants.

Was he always so built?

Maybe you were wrong from the beginning. Maybe you started seeing him like a kid from the moment he applied for the job at the grocery store. Maybe it comes from your initial hatred. It made you built an image of him which you refuse to take away.

But as he softly stretches his arms and unconsciously offers his chest, firm and defined, all reasoning goes to the garbage. Has he ever worn such fitting clothes before? You’re quite sure he never did, his usual style more of a comfy and layered one rather than a subtle, charming one.

“Are you okay?” He asks when confronted with silence and even his voice sounds deeper to your ears. You look from the busy room to his face and you can only nod at his puzzled face.

You’re not ready for what is about to come.

Therefore, you stay on your guard at the beginning, answering with short sentences and letting Yugyeom order for the both you. He doesn’t force anything on you, even when the two of you stay silent for a while. He knows you won’t become a chatterbox in the blink of an eye, for you can barely handle his presence most of the time. 
Still he tries, opening up about how he has been exhausted for the past month and how this exam period was going to end him. It pushes you to ask more, hence you end up with a lot of information, from why he decided to become a dancer to what he wants to do in the future.

Yugyeom is ecstatic. He answers with glee, eager to tell you more about him yet cautious not to sounds childish. He knows too much about that side of him and wants it to stay hidden, at least for now. He explains everything with care, from how he felt safer dancing, how it helped him deal with bullying, but also the opportunities it offers for the future.

You seriously never thought he had such deep thoughts about his career plan. He cherishes this discipline so much and seems to be so passionate as he explains how free he feels every time the music starts playing.

You can only listen, brain absorbing all his words and it soon becomes a comfortable exchange between you two. You don’t need to talk a lot, for Yugyeom always adds enough words to keep the evening alive. He leads the conversation like he knows that you don’t want to talk about yourself and he is fine with it.

It’s only when you’re done hearing about him that you decide you must share your story.

“My career path is a lot more boring than yours,” You start, fork playing with a piece of marinated artichoke. Yugyeom pours you another glass of Lambrusco but lets you speak. “I just gave up on school to work because I had no dreams for the future.”

Yugyeom hums and as you glance at his face you notice it doesn’t have that look of disappointment most people have when they learn about you.

Instead, he looks as handsome as ever, a smirk displaying on his now peaceful features. “So that’s how you applied for a job at the grocery store?”

You acquiesce, not knowing how to act when confronted with your own insecurities. You’ve never found yourself interesting nor worth spending time with. You understand how that country works and you know you don’t fit in anyone’s image of an ‘accomplished human being’. “It’s not something to be proud of.”

It scares you how you talk too much all of a sudden. You blame your behaviour on the sweet and sugary wine, but you know the truth.

It’s all Yugyeom’s doing. It’s all because of him and his caring face.

He sighs, breaking the peaceful yet dreadful moment. “But are you okay with your current situation?”

You think for a second. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m dissatisfied because it’s not what I want to do or if it’s because it’s not what society wants me to do.” You used to be fine with dropping out of school and not pursue a long and profitable career, but as you keep getting old, you start to wonder if it didn’t make you lose your value.

Nothing made you think otherwise, so far. Nothing and no one made you think like you were fine the way you were.

Yugyeom swallows his food and moves on his seat so he can face you, “You may think I’m a brat for what I’m about to say,” He wipes his mouth with the bright napkin and puts it on the table. “but society and what it wants us to be is bullshit. No one should be forced to do anything because of a bunch of people who think they know what’s best for everyone.”

You blink softly, finding it hard to believe that Yugyeom is actually being deep about such an important matter.

He keeps going. “My father used to tell me dancing isn’t a real job. He told me I would end up old and without any real source of income, that I would be a disgrace to the family and society. I promised him I would succeed and show him as valuable as anyone else I can be. I took a part-time job because I wanted him to see I could manage well on my own. So far he never complained, but I know he isn’t satisfied with what I want to do.” He laughs to himself, quietly. “I’m talking about myself way too much, sorry about that, noona.”

You shake your head, fidgeting on your seat so you can also face him. “It’s fine. I’d rather hear you talk about yourself than talk about me. There’s nothing much to say about me anyways.”

Yugyeom looks surprised, eyes wide under the thick layer of bangs. “It’s not true. I think you’re very interesting.”

You try to focus on his gentle face, your heart slowly clenching at the words. “You don’t have to, but thanks.” Of course he doesn’t want you to feel bad about yourself. He is always so soft and caring, why would he confirm the fact that your existence is nothing but a big failure?

He munches on his last piece of bread, laughing and shaking his head. “I mean it. You are as important as anyone else in that damned country. It’s just that we need validation, right? I used to think the same, but now I don’t care that much. I’m happy with the way I live and no one will take that away from me.”

“But you have a dream, at least.” You utter, not comfortable with the compliments.

He scoffs. “It’s all the same, noona. No one cares about a kid who wants to become a dancer.” He puts the fork down and gulps down the rest of his glass, feeling full. He didn’t except the conversation to be this serious but then again, he is happy with the outcome.

He can feel how you underestimate yourself because he used to feel the same. He hates how low you think of yourself but he isn’t surprised. It explains a lot, now.

“Will you show me how you dance?”

His breath gets caught in his lungs, making him cough. He is already too anxious because your knee is touching his and you want to see him dance? Good lord, he might not survive that. “What?”

He looks so alarmed as you laugh. Why does he have to be so adorable? “You don’t have to agree. I’m just curious, now that you told me how passionate you are.”

“We-well, I guess yo-yo-you can come see m-me.” He finds it hard to spit the words, his heart erratic and body warm with apprehension.

Once you're done drinking, you notice the silence is not as uncomfortable as it used to be.

--

Yugyeom almost fights you so he can pay, insisting it was his idea and you shouldn’t have to pay for anything because he wants to invite you and you give up, laughing at how his broad body takes most of the space, blocking you. You end up thanking him, slightly embarrassed because now it does look like a real date.

As soon as you’re out, he spins around, a tiny smile illuminating his now calm face. “Do you want to go for a walk?” He takes his phone out of his pocket, checking the time. “It’s still early.”

You agree, not finding it in you to reject his offer even though you are freezing and were sick a couple of days ago. He carefully walks, trying not to go too fast for he isn’t used to stroll around and glances next to him from time to time just to check on you.

You follow, eyes looking at your feet. Weirdly, you enjoy the feeling of walking around peacefully, without feeling obliged to speak and be social. Yugyeom lets your mind wander wherever it needs to go and you wonder if he also enjoys the moment.

You walk into a busy street and it’s only then that Yugyeom speaks. He finds the noises comfortable enough for him to finally speak his mind and takes a deep breath. He can do it.

“I really enjoyed that diner with you, noona.” You find him looking everywhere else but at you, but you don’t miss the way his face turns red.

You snuggle into your jacket, agreeing. “I did too, Yugyeom.”

He loves the way his name feels on your lips and he finally looks down at you, ready to fire you with more compliments yet fighting with that tingling feeling at his nape.

He sees you all hidden into your clothes and gasps. “You’re cold? I’m so sorry, ah, and you were sick.” His alarmed face looks around the street as he stops to face you.

“It’s fine, It’s not that cold any-”

“There!” He offers his best smile and grabs your hand before walking toward one of the shop. “Hurry, let’s get you some warmth.”

He grips your hand like his life depends on it and you follow, his long legs giving him a speed you find hard to keep up with.

Yugyeom rushes into the shop, aiming for the clothing section and grabbing a deep purple scarf. “You like the colour?”

Before you can even agree he rushes to the counter, not even letting go of your hand even when he struggles to reach for his wallet in his back pocket.

“Wait, I can pay for-” Any form of protest is useless with Yugyeom, who clicks his tongue and explains it’s his fault you’re in the cold. You’d rather say it’s your fault for not covering yourself, though.

Yugyeom lets go of you when you’re both out of the shop. His hands unfold the scarf and leans to wrap the thick knitted clothing around your neck. He scrunches his nose at how it almost covers your face but seems to be satisfied.

He is dying inside.

You blink, eyes barely able to look at him from behind the scarf. When did you become so obedient around him?

He made you loosen up when you thought you had everything under control. You don’t even mind, wondering when was the last time you got someone caring about you so genuinely. “Are you satisfied now?” It makes you tease him, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. You never thought it would turn out this way when you agreed on meeting Kim Yugyeom.

Maybe you knew. Maybe it’s why you didn’t want to do it initially.

“Very much so.” Yugyeom smiles the brightest smile he has ever showed you, straightening his back and walking again.

He doesn’t reach for your hand a second time.

Instead, he walks closer, still looking at the shops and avoiding people walking by. You both keep on walking, Yugyeom pointing at things from time to time to tell you more about him, which results in him explaining the importance of chocolate milk in his life and how he loves eating the same thing over and over again.

He makes you laugh frequently and always ends up feeling flustered which you find endearing. How can this kid be so cute and manly at the same time?

You end up to the conclusion that this is what makes him so charming. The fact that you always had to deal with his bubbly side made you think that he was only a needy child but you were wrong. He too, can be complex.

It makes it all interesting, from the way he seems to understand your struggles to how calm he can be when needed. You never thought he could be so attentive.

“Do you want to go back home, noona?” he speaks when the wind start getting stronger. “I can walk you home.”

You wonder if you should agree. So far you accepted everything, from the bill to the scarf. Maybe you shouldn’t rely on this kid, it’s dangerous for both of you. “I’ll just take the last bus.”

He seems disappointed, but also worried. It’s like you’re the younger one, the girl in distress who needs a man beside her for safety reasons. “Is it safe? I made you come all the way here…” He doesn’t insist but blames himself, his face now pouty and it’s the only thing you need to give in.

He gets you too easily.

You walk toward a bus stop, checking the time. “I just don’t want to be a burden.” You utter, more to yourself than to him.

Yugyeom’s cheeks go up and he is relieved, now. “You could never be a burden, noona.”

You hum, nodding and taking the seat at the empty bus stop. He stays next to you, hiding his ecstatic face into his coat.

--

Yugyeom looks at your building, fascinated. You don’t live that far from his parent’s house, but the feeling is different. It’s a cool neighbourhood, with brick walls and plants hanging onto the numerous windows. It suits you.

You grab your keys, the noise getting his attention. “Thank you for the food, the scarf and for walking me back here.”

The boy nods eagerly, feeling nervous. Can anyone die of a heart attack at twenty-one? “Don’t thank me, I really had a great time with you, noona. Thank you for coming.”

“I did too.” He looks so pleased with your answer. How? How does this boy find happiness in the most trivial things you do or say? It makes you turn soft, so soft you want to slap yourself.

You stop talking, eyes focused on his disturbingly gorgeous face. You don’t understand why that boy is looking at you like you’re the most important person.

You never imagined someone could feel that way about you.

Yugyeom waits for you to speak, but you say nothing. He chuckles, embarrassed for expecting anything and opting for a goodbye. “Good night, noona.” He bows swiftly, heart clenched.

He must run out of here before he starts doing creepy things. He can already picture Jinyoung smacking him for being too confident. Despite his evident disappointment, he turns around and walks away.

Yugyeom is proud of himself. He didn’t do anything bad – at least nothing that made you kick him and he is pleased with the outcome. He knows nothing about the future and how your relationship will evolve, but he is glad it changed positively.

“Wait!” He turns around before crossing the street, not believing his eyes when he sees you running toward him. “Your legs are so long; you walk way too fast! I couldn’t even say bye.”

You know it’s not true. You only snapped out of your reverie when he walked away.

Yugyeom opens his mouth, ready to tell you that it’s fine, that you don’t have to worry about a mere goodbye but he stops breathing. He literally holds his breath like he is in deep water.

The water being you, wrapped around him, on the tip of your toes.

“Noona, are you okay…?” he whispers, words jerky. Maybe he died of a heart attack a couple of minutes ago and it is what heaven looks like?

You part from him, hands on his shoulders and giggle at how lost he seems to be, before you.

“Next time, I’ll pay.” You breathe, not caring anymore about any type of blush appearing on your face.

Yugyeom makes you do things you never did. It’s as refreshing as it’s scaring you but it’s one of those days, one of those days you want to believe and accept something as bright as his personality.

So naturally you reach for his face and peck his cheek, sweetly.

“Sleep well, Yugyeom.”

--

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True feelings

There was tension in the room. You were about to burst into tears but were trying your best to keep a straight face. 

You and Bill just had an awfull discution about your work collegue, Thomas. Up until this point, Bill knew Thomas had a little crush on you, and he was ok with the fact that Thomas hung out with you some weekends. But once Bill found out you had previously dated him, he just flipped out and got super upset with you. 

The yelling was over. Bill was irradieting anger and he sat in the couch looking directly at the floor. He was so mad at you for not telling him about your past with Thomas that he couldn't even look at you.

"Bill, please" you said to him desperate to get his attention back. "I didn't tell you about it because it didn't mean anything and I thought you wouldn't care. Please, baby... I'm so sorry".

Bill was driving by jealousy and he couldn't stop thinking if you had kept any more secrets from him. He was still quiet and had his eyes wide opened.

Tears were falling down as you looked at him in such state of anger. You moved from the couch and got on your knees on the floor right in the direction he was looking. "Bill, I'm begging you, please stop it. You're overthinking way too much of what it really was... yes we dated, and yes, we had sex, but it didn't mean anything... I never loved him". you said with a broken voice. Bill turned his eyes at you but still no words were coming out him.

"Yeah, that's right. I never loved him". You made a pause and then continue talking: "Actually, I've never loved any man before you came into my life. You mean everything to me Bill, and if this stupid part of my past is going to make us split up, my heart is going to be completly broken" you finished saying as tears stared falling down your cheek without control. 

You covered your face with your hands and turned around trying to swipe them away.

"You really mean that?" Bill said to you almost whispering. His face had softened and he was looking a little surprised and touched by your words.

"Yes" you answered while you were still passing your hands through your face. Then you stared at him with your watery eyes and said: "I'm in love with you Bill. You're all I ever wanted".

Bill couldn't be angry at you any longer after all this things you just sayed, so he stand up from the couch and sat on the floor with you. He caressed your cheek and said: "You've never said this to me before, baby" he said impressed: "I'm sorry for getting this angry. I-I just.. You know... It's just too much for me to think you could leave me for someone else" he said. "I love you too, with all my heart". Bill grabbed your face and right after he finished talking he started kissing you deeply. He stopped for a second and said: "I'm sorry for acting like that. I don't want to lose you".

You smiled at him and grabbed his hands that were still holding your face, "I really mean it. I'm sure you're the love of my life" you said and hugged him strongly. You buried your face in his cheast feeling how his heart started beating faster, and begain to give him little kissing, moving up to his neck. Bill held your head and met your lips once again.

The kissing was intense. Of course you've made out before a million times, but at this moment you were committing yourselves to the love you had for one another.

He slowly laid you on the carpet without parting his lips from yours as he snaked his hand throught your body. You were both looking at each other with adoration… then you moved your hands softly around his cheek and then up caressing his eyebrows.

Bill slipped his hands underneath your shirt grabbing your breasts firmly. You moaned at this touch and still felt so overwhelmed by his power over you. You both stood up and undressed eachother. Bill admired your naked body and whispered to you: "I love you baby" as he took the rest of your clothes off and moved on to kiss you again.

Without getting his eyes off yours, he possition himself on top of you gently opening your legs with his knees as he came closer to your center, and with one hand, he slipped the tip of his cock inside you. You gasp as he locked his lips with yours once again.

Bill was completly filling you with slow but firm thrusts, and he kept his hand around your face making sure to keep eye contact all the time. He stocked you hair back and kissed you all over your face.

You were making sweet passionate love and your heart kept skipping bits. You didn't spoke a word except for little moans, but kept your eyes conected all the time… the feeling was something you neved had experienced before, you’d never been so intimate with anyone else in your life and it was all so intense that tears begain to fell of your cheeks once again.

Bill kept thrusting you deeply as he sweetly grabbed your jaw line with his fingers. Steaps of his hair were touching your forhead, his cheeks were sweaty and pink, his eyes were like two shinny green pearls, and the heat of his body on top of yours was giving you an even more incredible sensation. Bill kissed your tears and said: “Don’t ever leave me baby. I can’t live without you”.

You put your arms around his neck and he lower his head into you neck kissing it as his thrust became faster and faster. You screamed at loud his name moaning non stop. "I'm right here pretty girl", Bill whispered in your ear. You locked your legs around his waist as he held one up so he could go even deeper inside you. You were starting to clench around him and Bill begain to let out loud gasps.

You were reaching the stars and were about to release your orgasm, as Bill looked down at you in ecstasy: "Cum inside me" you whimper keeping your hands on his side, and with that, Bill slowed down his thrust as he had relesed himself inside you.

He slowly pulled out of you and he laid next to you holding you so close to his face that your noses were still touching. "I think we just made love, huh?" Bill said with a cute little smile on his face while stroking your hair. You grabbed his hand and started kissing his fingertips: "we sure did, and it was amazing". He hugged you tightly still smiling and then he went: "C'mon baby, let's get cleaned up". You nodded and he helped you stand up from the carpet, and he said: "Maybe we can do it again in the shower. I'll never get enough of this" and he kissed your forehead.

#bill skarsgård imagine #bill skarsgård fanfiction #bill skarsgard smut #bill skårsgard #bill skarsgard

[dazaran]

title: pulling on your heart strings ship: andre gide/sakaguchi ango (taking place in a canon divergent au where gide gets help and therapy and gets a job as ango’s bodyguard so the mimic incident never happens.) rating: G AO3 link: here!

day five of rarepair week - prompt : puppets / laughter

Sakaguchi Ango has a lot of enemies - too many enemies, really. He was a prominent member of the government and Vice Counselor of the Special Ability Department, and he took pride in his position, but this caused him to take on quite a handful of jobs - infiltrating, stealing, killing in some cases - that caused hate to be directed towards him. Having bullets fired at him, bombs placed in his car, or full on collisions with cars was something he had unfortunately gotten used to over time... And as did his bodyguards, who surely had nerves of steel to carry the job of protecting him, despite being well aware of how hated Ango was.

As of currently, he had three. The first was a young woman who wore her hair in pigtails, always chewing away on bubblegum - she had a playful attitude when it came to conversation, but when it came to protecting Ango and her swordsmanship, she was as skilled as they came.

The second was a young man with short, slicked up brown hair. His features were rather plain, which allowed him to be very useful in the area of recon and surveillance. He used a pistol, and though he was certainly no sharpshooter, he was nowhere close to being mediocre with his skills either.

The third and last bodyguard was Ango’s most recent, an older man in his 30s with long silver hair in a ponytail and a soldier’s build - André Gide. Originally a former soldier from France, after the war had ended, he and his men had nowhere to go and they had all suffered their fair share of damage from the fighting. Gide was no different in that aspect, but his desire to still give some use to himself and others was what caused him to end up in Japan. Using his connections from the military, he found a way to stay here to find a new start while battling against the PTSD and depression he had garnered as a result of his occupation. Apparently the government had offered him a very convenient living space and program to assist him, but that made it clear they knew he wanted to work, and they had an occupation to give.

Many of his men died, while he had lived, but - that was just how it went when you had an Special Ability.

This being said, when his file was pulled up for review and they saw his credentials along with the name of his ability, he was soon given a suit in his size and told that his job was protecting Sakaguchi Ango to put those skills to good use.

All of that was expected. Ango knew this much when his superior told him he was being assigned another bodyguard 4 years ago, as he had just left the mafia after serving as an informant for the government. What he hadn’t expected is that he would end up falling for this bodyguard and end up in a relationship with him.

Maybe it was a good thing, considering that meant he had protection in his private life as much as his professional life but...

“Pretty soon, you’re going to need to trade those awful glasses in for even awfuller bifocals.”

Well, Gide was this kind of person.

The French always were known for being obnoxious though, so perhaps he was asking for it.

“These reports aren’t going to finish themselves, André.” Ango doesn’t look away from his laptop screen to address the man sitting on the other side of the couch they’re sharing, only turning his head to read over a paper concerning the details of his latest completed mission.

On the other side of the couch where Gide is sitting, he has a needle and thread in hand, sewing away at what seems to be a well-made puppet that looks eerily similar to himself. On his lap, already finished, is a puppet that seems to resemble Ango. Despite his looks and rugged appearance, his hobbies were on the artistic side - painting, most notably, as well as drawing, sculpting, and sewing. The latter came in handy in more ways than one in the past, ironically enough.

“I never said to stop, but as a man whose job is to be concerned over your health, I advise that you take a break.”

“I’ve certainly dealt with worse before.”

From the corner of his vision, Ango can see Gide shaking his head in disappointment. “Just because you’ve dealt with worse doesn’t make it okay, Hibou.”

Ango scrunches his nose at the nickname. Hibou - owl, in French. While it seems endearing on the surface, when he had asked about it when Gide decided to start calling him that, Gide’s response was nothing of the sort. ( ‘Because owls look smart, but they’re actually stupid. It suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?’ he had said, right to Ango’s face - and in front of his other bodyguards. That man had no shame!)

Whatever. He’ll ignore him. Ango is definitely not going to acknowledge him until he finishes this damn report.

A minute or two of pleasant silence passes however, and soon, he hears Gide give what he assumes is a hum of satisfaction. “Finished.”

Ango ignores the curiosity to see Gide’s finished project. He inhales, holding that breath as he continues to type away on his computer.

“Hibou. Look at me.”

“Please let me work in peace, André.”

“I will in a moment. Just look at me.”

The agent sighs dramatically, closing his laptop for the moment to turn his head. “What is i-”

His words are cut off before he can finish, as his lips meet the fabric of the puppet Gide is holding up between them. When the former soldier pulls his hands away, Ango realizes that his lips had touched that of the doll designed to look like Gide. He had just kissed...

The longer Ango thinks on the situation, the redder his face gets. He’s unfortunately always been the type to blush easily, so hiding it is pointless even if he turns his head away, pressing a hand over his mouth. He can hear Gide sputter, then falling into a fit of soft laughter.

“You’re awful... You’re such a menace-”

Gide is still laughing, setting his puppet aside to scoot over and sit next to Ango. “Sorry, sorry - you’re just too easy to tease. I’ll make it up to you.”

The closeness makes Ango all the more flustered. “Make it up to me by letting me work in peace, you stupid frenchman-”

“I have something better. Look at me one more time - please?”

Ango already knows what’s going to happen. He knows, because he’s been around Gide long enough to understand how he operates, how their relationship operates. He tries to resist, he really does, but the arm around him is warm, makes him feel complete. Before he knows it, he’s giving in, exhaling a shaky breath when Gide leans closer to close the distance between them and kiss him.

And Ango lets him - as if strings are pulling his arms to act on their own - while lifting a hand to cup the back of his neck to pull Gide closer into the connection.

#canon can suck my ass #gide deserves this #bsd rarepairweek #day5 #sakaguchi ango #andré gide #andre gide #gidango

[selenelavellan]

Safe at Home

Part One

Part Two

Dirthamen/Ethvhenas belongs to @feynites

It takes another month for the spirit to spend less than two thirds of its day asleep.

Which Selene doesn't mind so much, really, because it means she has plenty of time to do her usual work undisturbed. Her potions get brewed, her salves get made, her garden gets tended. 

The tricky part is always when she gets a patient.

Often times, the spirit falls into a deep enough sleep that she has to carry it into the hidden space behind her closets false wall. Which would not be such an issue, except that it has become a very cuddly spirit, and she always ends up having to disentangle herself from its various tendrils before swaddling it inside of her heated blanket and settling the plank of wood back in place. Only then can she safely open her door, and Selene is worried it is making her suspicious to her more familiar patients.

“You took an awfull' long time to open your door,” grumbles Captain Din'Durgen as she enters, tucking her helmet safely beneath her arm.

“Sorry,” Selene apologizes with a bow. “I've been getting more distracted with my work lately. Haven't been keeping as neat a house as I should, and I didn't want you seeing what a mess it was.”

The captain frowns, pale brown eyes scanning over the contents of Selenes home; a pile of unwashed teacups in the sink, mounds of herbs drying on her table, books piled high at the foot of her bed beside a pile of blankets and laundry that need to be washed, and a broken pot still smashed beside her fireplace from when the spirit had woken from a violent dream.

“This is clean to ya'...?” The captain mumbles beneath her breath.

“So!” Selene proclaims before the captain can start digging through her piles and wondering why she has books made for children in her 'recent reading' pile. “What brings you by today? Are you feeling unwell?”

Din'Durgen straightens at the reminder of her duties, clearing her throat while turning back to face Selene. “Ah, yea'. I mean, I feel fine. I'm jus' here on official businesses today. Our Lady Sylaise is throwin' a festival for her 500th weddin' anniversary. Wha' with her brothers people less willin' to travel outta their own territory, she's lookin' for people to make up the difference. Though' maybe...maybe you migh' be interested in goin'.”

“Oh,” Selene says, relaxing a bit “No, I don't think that's a very good idea. I always do poorly in situations that...public. Besides, my shape shifting skills are below par; I'd be a poor addition to her contingent.”

“Well I mean-” The captain clears her throat again, eyes darting nervously up to the ceiling. “I was thinkin' that ya’ maybe wouldn' go with the contingents. Maybe you would go with someone else. Someone who uh-Who thinks ya’ don' need the shapeshiftin' ta look good in the fashions.”

Selene blinks, watching Din'Durgen struggle to keep her embarrassment from leaking too far out of herself.

“Someone like a Cap'ain, maybe...?” Din'Durgen finally manages, holding more tightly to the helmet in her arm than she means to.

Oh.

OH! Selene realizes.

“That's...” Selene shifts awkwardly on her feet. “A very...generous offer. But I think I'll have to decline, if that's alright.”

“If you're worried abou' bein' allowed back into the city, I've already gotten a permit. So long as you stay with your designated escort-”

“'Designated escort'?” Selene interrupts, eyes narrowing. “I'm not a danger to the city, or a child.”

“It's not-I mean you remember wha' happened. Your name is still on the short list for sacrifices, y'know tha'. They won' let you just wander freely aroun' the city after tha'.”

“I know what happened,” Selene says coldly. “And I'm not interested in returning to the city. Thank you for the offer captain, but I have to decline.”

Din'Durgen lets out a sigh. “Selene, I'm not tryin' to be cruel. One good nigh', on the arm of a city captain? Things migh' finally get looked past. You coul' finally start to rise up again, get a good home, maybe even petition for a child one day-”

“I like my home,” Selene says. “And I'm not interested in 'rising up'.”

“I like you, Selene. If you worked at it, we could form a name as a team. And I know, it's intimidatin' to get asked like this by someone in a higher ranking class than you'self, bu' I'll be kind! I won' make you do nothin' you're not comfortable with, and I can get you nice things! You could still work here if you wan' of course, bu' you'd have a nice home ta go back ta at the end o' the day.”

“I've already given you my answer, Captain,” Selene insists as she opens up her front door. “Unless you're planning to push the 'rights' our difference in rank allows you, I have other matters that need my attention.”

Captain Din'Durgen swallows, looking down at the floor in shame as she places her helmet back on.

“Thanks for ya' time,” She says politely as she steps through the doorway “My apologies if I offended ya'.”

Selene frowns, feeling a tiny tug of guilt in her chest at her own reactions. “I could use a few days of space then, if you mean that.”

The captain nods, giving a deep bow before finally disappearing back onto her route.

Selene swings the door shut with a resounding click. She lets out a deep sigh of frustration, then hears an uncomfortable rustling coming from what seems to be her closet.

Moving quickly, she takes out the false back, helping the spirit to untangle itself from the blanket as it climbs up her arms and onto her shoulders.

Several sets of eyes look up at her, worry and concern radiating off of it.

“Did you have a bad dream again?” Selene asks as she replaces the wood once more.

The spirit shakes its semblance of a head from side to side in denial.

“Were you worried when the captain came in again?”

The spirit vibrates slightly, an unsure noise coming out of it as it tightens around her, watching as she starts assembling a salad for lunch in the kitchen.

“Don't worry,” Selene assures them “She's harmless. Unless you're a child of the stone of course, but that's...You're not a stone child are you?”

The spirit shakes its head once again.

“Then so long as you stay hidden, she won't hurt you. I wouldn't let her hurt you anyways. I mean, sure, she's a way higher class than I am, with her fancy armor and her house with bedrooms and things and if we were in the city this would be much, much trickier and if I confronted her physically I could be killed easily. But out here,” Selene indicates out the window with her head, towards the forest. “There's more room to breathe. I could still overstep I suppose, but we're at least a half day from the nearest eluvian. Worst case, we could make a run for it through the forest. There are some older paths that've been overgrown from the division of territories. I found them when I first started exploring out here; we could probably make it all the way to the ocean in a week, avoiding the crossroads and the dreaming...”

She trails off, mind wandering to thoughts of flight and freedom and what might be waiting on the other side of all that water.

The spirit nudges her hand, still holding a fist full of blueberries and snaps Selenes attention back to the present.

Selene shakes the thoughts out of her head, dropping the berries into the bowl and tossing them in the salad alongside the other ingredients. She mumbles a quick apology, handing a smaller bowl for the spirit to hold, and a second for herself. The spirit slides off of her shoulders, carefully moving the herbs from her table over to the windowsill to finish their drying as she places the salad down on the table, and they each take a seat across from each other. Selene fills each of their bowls, eating her own slowly as she watches the spirit form a large beak-like structure, pecking and eating at their own helping quickly.

“You need a name,” She decides as they bat a blueberry around their bowl, struggling to get it into their mouth.

The spirit looks up at her curiously.

“Do you have a name already?” She checks.

A wave of unease washes through the room, as the spirit begins to shrink and shake its head vigorously.

“Would you mind if I gave you one then?”

The spirit nods slowly, waiting with concerned eyes for her to decide.

Halani maybe? No, that's too on-the nose. Falon, too, is too vague.

“How about Ethvhenas?” she offers.

The spirit shifts around in its seat, before letting out a happy sounding chirp in acceptance.

“Ethvhenas it is then,” Selene agrees, thankful to have an actual name to call them. “Would you like seconds?”

Ethvhenas doesn't answer, instead disappearing from their stool only to reappear in Selenes lap, curled up and yawning and swatting curiously at an empty bottle hanging from her belt. She pulls a basket of yarn out from beneath a nearby cupboard with her foot, snatching up a ball of rainbow colored string. She shakes it briefly in front of their face, and all eyes snap towards it with rapt attention.

Selene tosses it towards the mattress, watching with amusement as Ethvhenas jumps after it. They swat at it, then immediately jump back as their wings outstretch in a threatening manner when it changes color at their touch. After a moments hesitation, they move towards the yarn again, touching it and letting out another pleased chirp when it shifts in color once more.

Selene smiles at them, pleased that they've found some manner of exercise that doesn't overexert them too badly. The last time she had tried to get them to exercise in the yard, they had become overly interested in the roots of her freesias, and she had spent an hour panicking when they disappeared beneath the soil before finally discovering them passed out on top of her chamomile, covered in dirt and bruises and scrapes.

This is a much simpler solution for everyone involved, really.

Still, she notices them glancing back at her every few minutes, as though assuring themselves she hasn't left them somehow. Still unsure how Ethvhenas had become so injured in the first place, Selenes stomach twists at the possible implications. Were they betrayed by someone? Another spirit maybe? Laying a trap for them for....something?

Whatever it was, Ethvhenas seems to be recovering well. It's difficult to gauge accurately, because Selene is unsure what their recovered state actually is, but they seem happier, certainly. They have more energy when they are awake, and have even been trying to help her clean her home. Their nightmares have lessened, and even if she lost her favorite pot in the process, it hasn't actually struck out at her in any way, and it's level of affection for her seems to have only grown.

Which...could be an issue down the line.

She should probably come up with a long term plan past 'hide injured spirit for undetermined amount of time'.

Ethvhenas dashes past her, yarn rapidly changing in color as it bats it from tendril to tendril, a large length of it wrapped around its center mass. They seem unbothered by it, and Selene supposes that its not as though you can choke when you don't have a windpipe, so she leaves them be.

Time to start cleaning, she decides.

#newly formed au #dirthalene #selene lavellan #'ethvhenas' literally translates to 'safe home' so I thought it was cute #because...they're safe in her home #hardy har har

[hush-green-blue]

Get it Together

All writers have demons, but Gavin’s is a little different.

Words: 794

    The gun pressed harder into James’s throat. He had almost freed his hands from their bindings but if the man leaned a little farther forward he would see this. In trying to slide the knife up his sleeve, he dropped it. It sliced his finger in a last ditch attempt to catch it as it fell to the floor. Given the situation the sound it made was deafening. 

The man stopped talking. He slid the gun back into his belt. Sighing, he turned away and put his hands on the table, letting his head fall. Then the man pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. He set it before him and waited for a response. It buzzed. He muttered something under his breath, shaking his head.

“You really are stupi-”

“Fuck! This story is fucking awfull! No one will ever read this crap.”

Gavin pushed away from the desk, closing the laptop as he did so. He needed something to eat. A quick glance at the clock told him he should have been in bed hours ago. He made his way down the hall, not turning on the lights. The kitchen was only a little way away. Gavin got a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water from the fridge. He opened the fridge and stared gloomily at the contents. His grocery list was already longer than his leg.

There was a sound like to dog claws on linoleum. He rummaged around in the fruit bin and selected a decent looking apple. When he closed the fridge door he saw a terrifying creature standing behind it. The skin was black and it had long too-thin legs and not much of a torso. The torso was a little on the small side but it was also missing a lot of vital components such as ribs. Any organs were immediately obvious but there were not that many. The arms were spindly at best and the skin on the fingers tapered off at the ends leaving long, sharpened bones exposed. The head of the creature was rough and burnt looking with long teeth and ears. Lower eyelids drooping dangerously low and eyes like blue fire, melting through the souls of the damned.

“Hey Belphegor. You want anything?” Gavin asked, taking a bite of his very fermented apple.

“Nah. I just ate. She was-”

“Please don’t.”

“Alright,” they followed Gavin back to his room, “How’s that book going?”

“You know exactly how it’s going asshole. You’re the one keeping me from writing it!”

“I love you too.”

Gavin set the apple on his desk and stared at his computer screen. Belphegor fell unceremoniously onto his bed and all the sheets turned black around them. They sat like this for a while, Gavin typing away at his desk, getting more frustrated, Belphegor leaking laziness into the room. This was the extent of their relationship.

When the underworld saw someone with a promising talent for writing, they would send up some low level demon to fuck with them. Michael Crichton and Neil Gaiman both had demons. Belphegor did not expect to be sent up. They were the blessed archdemon of Sloth! They should be immune from punishment! Lucifer did have a right to be mad though since they ate his cat. They just did not expect this kind of punishment.

Gavin began to slam his fists on the keyboard.

“Maybe you should just kill yourself if it sucks that much?”

Belphegor could only go home if his charge died and he could not be the one to do it.

“Go fuck yourself,” Gavin got up and plopped onto the bed next to the demon, pulling a blanket over himself and falling asleep.

Belphegor touched the tip of his sharp finger to Gavin’s head and let the void of a dreamless sleep take him over. They convinced them self that it was just to extend his writers block but, deep down inside their twisted being, they cared about Gavin. He was fun to be around. Despite all of their attempts, his story was turning out great too. Belphegor found them self looking forward to when Gavin writes again so they can see what happens next. The demon took a seat at the desk, stuffing their tall body into the chair, and began to read. They powered through the newest bits and left editors comments in Gavins style to help him out. If Downstairs ever found out about this there would be Heaven to pay but Belphegor did not care.

After they fixed some spelling errors, they put an extra blanket on the shivering writer and made their exit. Gavin woke the next morning to find a hot cup of coffee in the kitchen and a freshly stocked fridge.

#my oc story #blephegor #i need to get a life

[zmayadw]

Hello again :)

Heres a second part of my fanfic, as i said in previous post that i will add one or two. I know the begining might be a bit long and boring, but i decided my other two favorite Duskwood characters deserve some love ,too. :)

 Thanks to all who took their time to read it!

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 2

Next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital. The bright light from the window made me squint my eyes, and my head throbbed as hell. „Arghh, too bright.“ I mumbled, as a cheerfull voice next to me responded  „Well finaly, I was begining to worry you would never wake up! You know, you're taking those beautysleep advices too seriously.“ My eyes ajusted to the light, and I was looking at that cheerful, loving face, the face I knew oh so well. „Hmm, considering all, an extra hour or so of beautysleep is so allowed for me.“  I said, my voice hoarse a bit. She snorted „Make that 'an extra day or so'! You slept for almost three days!“ she said, walkig towards my bed and hugging me carefully. It felt good, just knowing she was there. She pulled away from me, her face serious.  “What wer you thinking?“ „ I'm sorry Jessy, so, so sorry.“  I said, tears swelling behind my eyes. „ I know what I did was stupid, but belive me, I really tought I was doing the right thing.“ „The 'right thing' almost got you killed Maya!“ she yelled at me, wich made me realize just how much she was worried about me. I burried my face in my hands, tears falling down „Please Jessy, dont be mad at me, I feel awfull as it is already. I realize my actions wer wrong, but I cant undo any of it now. And God knows im more then happy to be alive, and Hannah too! And I know my „sorry“ might not be enough this time, but I reall am sorry Jessy, you cant imagine how much. But please, please, you have to forgive me, I couldnt stand if I loose you!“ I couldnt force myself to look at her, I was so scared she would just get up and leave. And who could blame her, really, after all I did, she would have every right to do so. Suddenly, my hands wer slowely being moved from my face, and i opened my eyes  to see hers holding mine. I lifted my head, and our eyes met. Hers wer now also full of tears. She hugged me so fiercly, and even if everything still hurted me like hell, I was so reliefed and hugged her back tightly as I could. „Ofcourse I forgive you, Maya. I was so damn worried and scared that I will loose you!“ I was releifed to hear her say it, I hugged her even tighter, saying through my tears „I'm sorry Jessy.“ She held me like that for a while, and then pulled slowly back. „I'm glad you're ok Maya.“ She said, smile coming back to that pretty face. „Look at us! Bawling here like little kids.“ That made me chuckle, and i said whiping my tears  „Huh, I never tought our fist time meeting would be with me in the hospital. But, hey, im not picky, i'm just glad I finaly had a chance to hug you.“  „I dont think anyone imagined this to be the place of your first meeting us. You do realize others will want to come and see you? Dan already wanted to come with me, he was mumbling something about how he owes you a whiskey. But i gave him such a stern look, he just kissed me goodby and said to say 'hi' from him and ran away from me.“ The tought of Dan being scared of Jessy made me laugh so hard, i got a little dizzy from the pain. Jessy noticed me vincing, quickly saying „But that can wait, you need to rest more first. It's not like you're going anywhere anytime soon!“ She looked at me all serious, and i understood why Dan acted like he did. „Dont worry, Jessy, I wont try to break out of hospital.“ I said with a grin on my face. „A bit of r'n'r is definatly what I need now.“ „Good! And since i'm clearly your favorite person from our little clique, you wont get rid of me that easy while  in here.“ She said cheerfully. „Thanks, Jessy. I mean it, Im really glad you're here with me.“ „Me too, Maya, me too.“ She stayed with me that whole afternoon, and I was happy about it. We talked about everything we could think of: how we gonna take that walk arround Duskwood together, having coffee at the Rainbow caffee, going to Aurora for drinks. Jessy was so full of life, and managed to stay so positive through all of this mess. She told me that police gave her my stuff and my phone, and will bring me what i need. It wasnt so important, but i could really use my phone.  It was like Jessy could read my mind, and she looked at me with simpathy „Did Jake contacted you?“  There was a knot in my stomack when she asked, because I knew I wasnt out in the clear with what I did with everyone just jet. „I dont know, Jessy,  I guess i'll find out when I get my phone. But im sure Lily told him all about it by now, and to be honest, it's the one conversation i'm scared of having at the moment.“ „I'm sure it will be fine.“ „I really hope so, Jessy. I really care so much for him. I dont know for sure what he feels, and it doesnt really matter, I just cant stand the tought of him being mad at me. Or not talking to me anymore...I got so used of having him arround, even just virtualy..i dont know Jessy, i cant explain it... i just need him in my life. Does this make any sense to you?“  She looked at me, with care and a hint of worry showing on her face „Yes Maya, it makes perfect sense.“ We talked for a while more. She looked at the clok on the wall and jumped „Oh, yay I gotta go, forgot Im meeting Dan! He made me promise to meet later, since I didnt let him come with me here.“ „Heh, better go then, I dont want Dan blaming me AGAIN for getting stud up by you. Or he might not buy me that whiskey he promised, an to be honest I could really use it now.“ I sad smiling at her. „Ohh no, you two are gonna be a pain in the butt when you meet, arent you?“ she groaned, but a smile was written all over her face. „Dont worry, i'll behave..as much as possible. As for Dan, im sure if you join us and give him some of your 'scarry' looks, he'll behave too.“  She bursted out laughing. „Oh, cant wait for it! I'll go grab your phone  real quick, and then im off.“ She ran for the door, stoped, turned arround giving me one more of her beautiful smiles „I'm really glad you're ok Maya.“ I smiled back,“ Me too Jessy, me too.“ She came back with my phone, plugged it to charge next to my bed hugging me quickly before leaving.

It was almost dark outside, and the room was so quiet since Jessy left. There wasnt much comotion in the hospital, and I appriciated it actualy, some peace after all the mess was a nice change. I stared at the window for a while, just enjoyeing the sceene of the sun setting down, the sky taking that purpleish-blue color. I was actually delaying the moment of turning my phone on, because I was scared. A the same time I hoped Jake would contact me, but then I was also scared of talking to him. Its been three days since the incident, and im sure Jake found out everything by now, so maybe he vented some of the anger off in the mean time. Ah, c'mon Maya, dont be a sissy! – i tought to myself – You stared death in the face, and showed it the middle finger, and you're scared of that thing? I took a deep breath, took my phone from the stand, and turned it on. It felt like forever for it to turn when i punched my code, and when it finaly did, i left it aside. The beeping of new messages, missed calls, new emails and all was the only sound spreading through the room. And with every beep my stomach reacted a bit, thinking if any of those beeps belongs to Jakes. I got so lost in my toughts, that a voice snaped me back, startling me a bit. A nurse smiled „Sorry hun, i didnt want to fright you. Just came to chek up on you, ask if you need anyhting and to give you some pain meds.“ She winked at me „It's the good stuff, will help you sleep better.“ „Thank you, mam, im good.“ I smiled back at her, and quickly glanced at my phone - 44 missed calls, 24 messages, 17 emails. That will be some time killing stuff. The nurse was done, she waved at me wishing me good night, saying to feel free calling her if I needed anything. I thanked her again as she left the room. I took my phone, my hand shakeing. I checked 'missed calls' first, and tho i didnt expect it, was a bit dissapointed Jake wasnt among one of them. I opened the messages, and Jessy's message was on top. „Sending you hugs&kisses!“ it was written under the picture of her and Dan, grining with their glasses raised. It made me smile, and i texted her back „Hehe, Dan must be happy you actualy came this time! xD Have fun you two, cant wait to join you. Hugs&kisses“ I checked other messages, and my hearth squeezed a bit when i saw he didnt texted either. I didnt feel like replaying to any at the moment, settling the phone back on the stand. I switched off the light above the bed, turned on the side, staring at now complete darkness throught the window. One tear rolled down my cheek as i closed my eyes, hoping sleep will come soon.

#duskwood #duskwood mc #duskwood jessy #fanfic

[karl1n-fanfiction-librarys]

Chapter 9: Everybody loves family!

Pairing: Asami/Akihito

Contains: mature language

Summary: Akihito gets pregnant, what will happen?

Disclaimer: I don't own the viewfinder series Yamane Ayano does.

Note:

 “Ryui- wha!” Asami was now kneeling down in front of Akihito, a tiny red box in his hand. In the box was a shiny white-gold ring. “My sweet Akihito, will you marry me?” Shock was clearly shown on Akihito’s face “ah.. umh, yes?” he said in a tiny voice. Asami smiled sliding a ring on Akihito’s finger, and then kissing his hand; before standing up and capturing Akihito’s lips with his own.

‘Akihito is finally truly mine’

 06/24 18:54 Tuesday

 Akihito stared out the window; he hated this. After Ryuichi had proposed to him they had walked around for a bit longer, viewing the trees, but Akihito now nearing the end of his 4th month got tired rather quickly, his ankles also didn’t seem to like walking anymore.

 Akihito was currently staring at his chest, or rather what was on his chest. Apparently he needed to his tits to look female, and Kirishima perfectionist that he was had off course made sure he had them. The fake boobs were frighteningly realistic, this morning when the make-up ladies had first dressed him up it hadn’t been nearly as bad as now. He had just worn a stuffed bra. The things stuck to his chest were just… ugh. Had Akihito not know it was him in the mirror he wouldn’t have been able to recognize himself, and he certainly woudn’t have said that his reflection was male. The boobs were glued to his skin with a special substance that wouldn’t allow the appendages to fall off unless the special anti-substance was applied to them. They were his exact skin colour and you couldn’t see that they weren’t supposed to be part of him. Akihito really didn’t understand why he couldn’t just wear a filled bra again, this was ridicules!

 “Asami-sama, are you finished?” One of the ladies said and Akihito eyes widened in horror, they where going to see him like this?! Were the fuck was his bra. Akihito honestly didn’t know where this prudishness came from, but he couldn’t care less. “A-Almost!”

 06/24 19:20 Tuesday

 Asami Chika, looked towards the door of the privet room she and her husband had rented, just as her oldest son opened it. Standing next to him was a rather beautiful looking woman; she wore a midnight blue dress stopping at her ankles. She wore matching blue shoes, with a small heel. Two long locks of light blond hair were braided and met at the back of her head, they were tied by a small engraved silver clasp and fell down her shoulders with the rest of her hair reaching until mid-back. As she studied the jewelry the lady in front of her was wearing she couldn’t help but feel slightly shocked when she saw the white gold ring around her finger. It was a simple band with in the center a ring of diamond; her son wore a matching one, without the diamond.

 Akihito felt rather nervous Ryuichi’s mother had been eyeing him for the last couple of minutes, while Ryu and Ryuichi exchanged pleasantries. The hand resting on his waist tightened, as Asami addressed his mother. Akihito rubbed his stomach self-consciously, the dress he was wearing was comfortable but it just made him feel uncomfortable.

 The midnight blue dress had an open back and stretched comfortably around his round belly, it was cut on the right side from just bellow his hip all the way down and the sides of the cut were decorated with tiny diamonds. Bigger and more prominent diamonds were covering the fabric around his ‘breasts’.

 Akihito wore matching blue earrings made up of 5 small stones hanging from one big stone set in white gold. He also wore a simple bracelet with blue stones on it.

 The ladies who had done his make-up had wanted him to have his natural hair colour and had dyed it back to light blonde. Just one shade darker than it actually was. He had removed his collard contact lens form his right eye now dark blue, slightly lighter than his dress.

(A/n: so Akihito hair colour is light blonde and his right eye is dark blue while his left is hazel.)

 06/24 19:28 Tuesday

 Ryuichi could barely refrain from chuckling when he saw the lost look on his fiancé’s face. Akihito didn’t appear to really know what to order. Leaning in he raised his eyebrows, he finally understood the look, Akihito’s menu was in French.

 06/24 19:35 Tuesday

 Akihito studied Asami’s parents in boredom. Sure he was happy that Asami had spared him the embarrassment of having to speak -–supposedly he had a throat infection—but he was bored as hell! There was nothing to do but listen to Asami speaking with his parents, and of those conversations he didn’t understand half of. They were talking about business and stocks and other things Akihito didn’t really care about. He was also really hungry and they didn’t even bring a basket of bread! Looking at Asami’s parent could only entertain someone for a short period of time after all. Asami Chika was clearly ‘the man’ in the relationship, she kept interrupting her husband, and Akihito felt sort of bad for the guy. Having to live with someone like that must be awful. Chika was rather pretty for her age, she wore a light yellow yukata, which looked good on her. Her husband, Ryu, was like his son wearing a suit. Though unlike Ryuichi, it was dark blue instead of black.

 Chika wore light make-up which made her look quite a bit younger. She looked like a strict sort of mother; in Akihito’s eyes she fitted the roll of being Ryuichi’s mother. Akihito could only imagine how awfull a teenager Ryuichi must have been. Chika didn’t seem to like jewelry; she only wore her wedding ring and a pair of earrings. Not that Akihito had that much more, but with the diamonds covering his dress, he thought, or rather the ladies who had dressed him thought that that would be too much.

 Grumbling on Akihito almost didn’t notice their waiter walking in with their food. After the plate was placed in front of him Akihito stared. They couldn’t be serious, this tiny amount of stuff, he didn’t’ t dare call it food, was their dinner? He was frigging starving and this; this was what he had been waiting for, for the last fucking 30 minutes!

 06/24 20:45 Tuesday

  Akihito really wanted to go home, after five courses he was exhausted. Every time their waiter placed food on the table, Akihito spend the entire meal trying to figure out what it tasted like and what the fuck it was. Each course lasted five minutes at most so in the end he never figured out what he ate. His back hurt from sitting so still and stiff the entire time and he was simply tired. The only good thing about the entire evening was that he had actually meet a nice waiter for once, Edward was one of those stereo type gays, but in a good way. He had to remember to tell Ryuichi to give the man a nice tip. (A/n: I had a waiter named Edward when I was in America, he was very nice. :D)

    Omake 2: soccer, cages and rabbits

06/28 20:56 Monday

 “No! move it more to the left, yes like that, gosh, how hard is it!”

“Akihito what are you doing… what is that?” Asami asked, eyes filled with suspicion.

“Hm… oh, you mean Mayu’s cage?” Akihito said absently minded, still looking at the piece of paper in his hands.

“Yes, her cage, would you care to explain why it’s taking up the whole room?”

“Come on now, you’re exaggerating, it isn’t taking up the whole room, Mayu just needs space to run so I made, okay, your men made fences around her cage. Unless she is allowed to walk through the house?” Akihito said looking hopeful. “No.” Asami growled turning on his heel. Akihito sniggered behind his hand, kneeling and petting Mayu. “He looks jealous doesn’t he Mayu?”

 06/29 19:45 Tuesday

 “Hey, Ryuichi can I ask you a question?” Akihito said squirming on the settee. “Yes, what is it?” “Uhm… areyougoodatplayingsoccer?” “What was that, Akihito?” “Are you good at playing soccer?” “I’m decent why?”

 “Well we’re having three sons so I think that we can assume that at least one of them would like soccer and I suck at it so they need someone to teach them. But if you can then it’s fine.” Akihito said standing up and waddling away happily. Leaving a confused Asami behind. He jerked his hand away from the paper on the floor he had planned to pick up. He glared at it, pressing his left hand to the bleeding one.

 Asami gently nudged the paper with his expensive Italian shoes, revealing a white-pink ball of fur. He reached out again, planning on shoving the rabbit out of the room, the white monster didn’t seem to agree with him though, and he couldn’t suppress a yelp as the beast bit him again.   “Kirishima! Get this thing out of here!” “Coming!” Sounded a voice, followed by footsteps. That didn’t sound like Kirishima, no, it sounded like his lover. Quietly cursing he hastily whipped the blood on the couch. He wasn’t going to show Akihito that he had been bitten by the little bitch.

 The creature causing all the trouble was watching the man; she was highly amused. Who would have thought that biting him would be so easy!

 “Ryu, why were you shouting? Hey! Is that Mayu?! I’ve been looking for her everywhere!” Akihito said waddling over to the rabbit. Aki carefully lifted the animal of the ground. “Asami are you bleeding? What happened?!” He said shifting Mayu, she didn’t look comfortable at all, might have something to do with her inability to keep her balance with the hot pink plaster surrounding her upper body. “It’s just a small cut, you shouldn’t worry about it.” “Oh.. Okay” Akihito said, but Asami could hear the suspicion in his voice, the look Akihito was giving him didn’t help eather. Luckily his fateful assistant finally decided to show up “Asami-sama you called?”

 07/30 11:37 Monday

 “Good morning Mayu!” “Aren’t you happy they are going to take that awful cast off today?” Akihito said cheerfully squeezing the rabbit against his chest. “Jin! Hurry would you, I’m pregnant and I’m faster than you!” “Akihito-sama please wait! You shouldn’t walk so fast, what if you fall! Akihito-sama!” The man shouted miserably, he had just been assigned the job of being Akihito’s personal bodyguard/assistant and it was hell on earth. The boy didn’t see danger in anything! If it went on like this he would need an early retirement. “Jin! Move! Mayu stop wiggling! Jin!”

Poor rabbit, Jin thought, must be awful being squeezed against a chest like that.

  07/30 11:45 Monday

 Mayu looked around the room in fright; she was visiting the mean white man again. She recognized the disgusting smell. She tried desperately to get away from the man and the sharp object he was holding, making frantic squeaking noises in the process. Where is master? Where is my master! Go away! She tried biting but she couldn’t reach, suddenly the hard stuff that had been keeping her from walking properly was removed, she scramble of the table, hitting the floor and speeding out the door. She came to a sudden stop, right in front of a big black dog, Shit. “Mayu, what are you doing!” master, she was scooped up in his arms, warm and safe. “Shees, I was worried, bad Mayu! What if that mean dog hurt you!” He said, waddling towards the front door, still petting Mayu’s head on the way out, with Jin hurrying after them.

#finder series #you're the love prize in the viewfinder #asami x akihito #takaba akihito #asami ryuichi #fluff #mpreg

[lovepeaceandarrows]

Train Puns & Electrical Wires

Stiles Stilinski imagine

Summary: You have been taken by the ghost riders, and now it seems you are the only one who seems to be aware of what was going on. Well, the only one besides that one cute boy, that is.

A/N: I have been trying to do a prompt challenge but OMG HOW HARD IS THAT? I feel like I am never content of what I’m writing, but if I didn’t post this now, it probably never got posted.

Prompts: “You just don’t appreciate my delightful sense of humor.” - “I’m cute and I deserve to be worshipped.” - “That’s the best part.”

Masterlist

You were looking at the door he had disappeared through some time ago, wondering how long it had been.

Looking at your immediate left, a middle aged woman was staring in front of her, staring at nothing in particular.

Looking at your immediate right, an old man was doing exactly the same.

You look back at the door, but nothing had changed since the last time you had been staring at it. How long had he been in there? What was he doing? He clearly wasn’t like the rest of them.

You stared at the girl opposite of you, who was strangely enough doing the same. She didn’t hide the fact she was staring at you as if you weren’t supposed to sit there. You observed the girl, who was just a teenager. You took in her strawberry blonde hair that was waving in the wind, her blue and pink striped shirt, her —. Wait, there wasn’t any wind here?

➳

Your thoughts got interrupted by the male voice over the intercom. “The following stops have been canceled: Hollatine,” Everyone around you started getting up,  “Baddon, Bay Burry, Deer Ridge, Red Oak, Trenton, Anderson, King Springs.” You knew what this meant, as it had all happened before. You looked back at the girl opposite of you, only to spot a man in his late twenties where she had been sitting moments ago.

Without further thinking about it, you ran towards the door and stormed into the room.

The boy looked up, startled you had stormed in, but before he could react, you took him by the arm.

“Quick!”

You dragged him out of the room, only to be met by a chaos of people, the same people who had been catatonic just a minute ago. You dragged him further by his arm to a place where you could both hide behind a column.

The screams got louder when the ghost riders made their way through them, when suddenly one stopped when he noticed the door of the room you were in before was open.

He slowly made his way towards it, as if wanting to be dramatic in the middle of the chaos. The ghost rider dissapeared through the door, not long before there was a loud sound coming from the room.

You pushed the boy further back behind you, feeling the need to protect him, while you now had the advantage to see what was going on.

When the ghost rider came back out of the room, he followed the others on their horses, and dissapeared again.

Suddenly, everyone went calmly back to their seats, in their catatonic state, like there just hadn’t been a group of weird lunatics invading the train station.

You let out a sigh you didn’t even knew you had been holding in, for a moment forgetting about the boy behind you, making you almost shriek when he opened his mouth.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

“You’re welcome.” You smiled shyly back. “I’ve been watching you.” You explained how you knew he was in there. Your brows furrowed when you realized what you had said. “I mean, not in a stalker kind of way, I mean like in a ‘you’re the only one here who is not catatonic’ kind of way.”

You cringed and almost facepalmed yourself for your rambling, but the boy only smiled.

“Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one who knows what’s going on in here.” He glanced back at the room you had pulled him out of, while you thought about what he said. “I’m sorry, I’m just going to check something real quick.”

You followed him, because there wasn’t exactly anything else for you to do. “About that: you know what the hell is going on here?”

“No no no no no.” He said when he saw what had happened in there. You looked around to see that everything got trashed.

“If you were trying to talk to someone, that plan has derailed.”

He looked at you with his brows furrowed, you only raised your shoulders in response, making him shake his head lightly.

“It doesn’t really matter, the connection got broken off before you barged in here.” He looked at you, and decided to tell what was going on, since you were actually able to help him.

“There must be something to get us out of here, right?” While you wanted to sound hopefull, the words came out doubtful. “I mean, it’s a train station. Sure, it’s an abandoned one, but there had to be someone or something here once, right?”

He clearly put on a fake smile for you, to stay optimistic. “We could wander around for a while, who knows, we might find something.” You just nodded, not really knowing what to respond. You both knew the chances of finding something were rather slim.

➳

You walked past the people who were waiting for their imaginairy train, towards the tunnel you hadn’t even realized was there before.

“Trains.” You said to an elderly woman who was smiling at you two. “Never on time, am I right.” You smiled back at her. She only smiled back in response.

You walked through the tunnels to find the railroad. “I guess we’re on the right track then.”

He just looked at you, but you could detect a faint hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

You walked towards the end of the tracks on both sides, only to find they end in a wall. “Well this is a trainwreck.”

“Oh my god, can you please stop with the puns?” He took a deep breath.

“You just don’t appreciate my delightful sense of humor.” you smiled at him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just— I’m trying to think, but you’re distracting me with those awfull puns.

"What can I say? I’m cute and I deserve to be worshipped.” You said with a smug look, which dissapeared when you suddenly noticed something on the walls. “You said they ride on electricity?” You pursed your lips while a plan formed in your head.

➳

A while later your plan was all ready to set into motion. You had taken a look at the wiring at the station, searching for the right kind of cables to use.

“How come you know so much of this?” He raised his brows while his hands were busy with the cables.

“My dad was an electrician.” you waited some time to continu while you were putting the green and yellow striped cable back into it’s place. “I never felt really close to him, but whenever he let me come with him, I noticed every little thing he did.” You paused, and let out a humorless laugh. “Guess he was good for something after all.” You silently said. Before Stiles could react on your story, you added, “Are you almost done over there?”

He looked over at you with a small smile on his face. “It’s hard keeping track of all of these,” he motioned towards all the wiring, “when your dad is just the sheriff.”

“Ha.” You let out a snort. “I thought the bad train puns were my thing?”

“Well, I have been meaning to make a list of bad railroad puns, but I kept getting side tracked.” he smiled smugly at you.

“That was the worst.” You laughed. “You clearly need some training from the master.” He just smiled in response.

You let out a sigh and went back to your work. With all these bad puns, you had almost forgotten what kind of mess you were in.

Almost.

➳

After some more tinkering with the right wires, you were ready, just in time to see the ghost riders arrive with their new victim.

“Okay, so we have to time exactly when they get back through. You know what you have to do?” Stiles just nodded, because there wasn’t really that much time before they came back.

When the first one passed you by, you started counting.

One ghost rider.

Two ghost riders.

Three ghost riders.

“Now.” You whispered to Stiles.

He cut the white and grey wires simultaneously with you jumping off of the platform, using the colored wires to your use.

A bright light appeared and you even had to close your eyes due the brightness. You heard Stiles jump off the platform behind you, coming to a stop right next to you.

“Stiles?” A woman’s voice echoed from the other side. You opened your eyes to see the teenage girl that had been staring at you before, accompanied by a teenage boy and girl.

“Lydia?” he said besides you, not believing his luck.

“Stiles, are you all right?” the boy asked on the other side.

You slowly moved your finger towards the light, against all logic. “Yeah, we’re fine. For now.”

He quickly yanked your hand away when he saw what you were doing.

“Who’s that?” the other girl asked.

“That’s the best part.” he smiled at you. “Guys, meet Y/N.”

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