#this is so wild like i made that pic half asleep and now it's a rug in your house

[littlegoldfinchh]

Hey are you the person who photoshopped the picture of Dolly Parton holding the sword from bloodborne? Because I did this

YES I AM AND HOLY SHIT DUDE THAT'S AMAZING!!!!!

#this is so wild like i made that pic half asleep and now it's a rug in your house #like that's so fucking cool omg good job!!!!!!!! #djjdsm im gonna save this wow #EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS #ask #bloodborne

[blackbird-brewster]

All the even numers >:)

Bahahaha, alright Anon. I saved this for last.

2. Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

(Answered here)

4. Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

I'm a side sleeper, mostly facing outwards. But sometimes, I wind up on my back and when I do I snore so loud Doom Them has to wake me up.

6. Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

I can't draw for shit. Writing is my creative talent

8. What’s your favourite band/artist? 

I have SO many. I listen to a wild range of music. Everything from ska to indie rock to punk to emo to pop. Some of my all-time fave bands include: The Killers, Foreigner, Avett Brothers, Postal Service, Betty Who, Beyonce, Lizzo, Tegan and Sara.

10. How tall are you? 

5'6" or 168 cm

12. Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

@otahkoapisiakii @bittersweet-bibliophile @the-kazoo-kid @gaelic-symphony @mygenitiveisobjective

14. What’s your favourite colour? 

(Answered here)

16. Want any tattoos? What of? 

I have around 35 tattoos (hard to count when you have half sleeves and such). I DO want more tattoos, but in the past two years one of my chronic conditions has made it so I'm allergic to my tattoos. They get welts and hives all the time. Which really sucks because uhhhh, my entire body is covered in them 🤷‍♂️

18. Who is the last person you texted? 

I sent Frankie some smut as a little treat!

20. What/who do you miss? 

I miss all my loves in the US. But in terms of 'what' -- the thing I miss everyday is being able to leave my house without it having to be an entire Event. I miss life before the pandemic where I didn't have to take 100 pre-emptive steps to protect myself every time I go out. I miss 2020 when everyone (in my country) was in this together, when everyone was masking and staying home when they were sick, when everything was accessible by being online. I miss when people cared.

The pandemic isn't over. Some of us have never left lockdown.

22. How much sleep did you get last night? 

I actually went to sleep hella early. I was asleep before my daily kudos email (this is how I tell time, okay?) which comes about 00:20. Then, I got up early with Doom Them -- so I think I got about 7 hours? I only need 5-6 to be functional.

24. When was the last time you cried? Why? 

Last night I cried from laughing so hard at this picture of our cat

26. What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

I don't believe joy has an age limit. I'm a regular at our local toy stores, I know all the staff, I'm always buying new fidget toys and Squishmallows. I got into Squishmallows about the same time I got my Autism dx (mid-2020) and since then, Squish have become a constant form of comfort for us. We currently have about 300 in our collection -- and that's after some major downsizing. There's no way to know how many squish we've rotated through over the years. Here's the last full squad photo we took in Jan 2022 (there's nowhere in our house to do a full pic of the 300 we have currently)

28. How are you, really? 

I'm actually doing well this week. Summer weather arrived without warning and my depression is lifting. I feel really inspired for the first time in weeks!

30. What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

Finishing Fooled Around (and Fell in Love) - Part 3!!!!!!!!

32. If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

If I could see my US friends without actually having to go to the US itself, that would be perfect.

34. What’s your favourite flower? 

(Answered Here)

36. Do you like your middle name?

Not really. My middle name is the name of some random ski instructor my parents met the year before I was born (I have theories about this, about why my dad randomly remembered this person's name -- but that's a whole other thing. Oh, and also that's one of my middle names, it's complicated. I have like 5 names)

38. Do you have any phobias? 

Ornithophobia (fear of birds). Also scared of horses, cows, and airbags.

40. Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

YES!! I love living ten minutes from the beach. We go there a lot to relax and scream at the ocean. I prefer sunny weather, hands down, but it's cloudy 90% of the time here.

42. Tag 5 of your favourite blogs

Oh, this is really difficult. I'll just tag some rad mutuals: @knitmeapony @chaotic-archaeologist @unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix @gaelic-symphony @artcake

44. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

I've said 'I love you' to at least five people today and it's only 10am. And I meant every one of those. I'm very much the type of person who loves my partners and friends openly and freely.

46. What do you need when you’re sad? 

Cranky Cave(tm)! Cranky cave is when I'm having meltdowns. I go to my room and turn on the fairy lights and galaxy projector. Grab a ton of squish and fidgets. Bury myself in blankets. And watch my comfort shows.

48. Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

Doom Them, Kay, Coyote.

[Send Me Asks]

#anon #reply post #about me 2k23 #ask meme #long post #my photos #My face #Mistopher robin

[bnbc]

22 / 30 / 51 for themmmmm ; 3 🐟 🐟 🍜🍜

ngl "🐟 🐟 🍜🍜" made me scream for 5 mins xDD thanku!

Obligatory OTP Asks

22. What reminds each of their partner? 

Among dozens of small things connected to Gowo directly (ie smell of the perfume he wears, jazz music, damn fancy clothes, foxes, a r a s a k a etc etc) there are also moments of sudden stillness in the chaos of everyday city life that make Kou stop and think about him, and all these times when she spots something beautiful on the streets of NC, and take pics to show him, even tho he doesn't hate the city so much anymore.

Poor Goro, tho, his biggest association with Kou is Night City itself. These two have such a strong bond! And since they live in NC now… not like he thinks about her 24/7 because of it but every time he witnesses some wild shit happening on NC’s streets he thinks about her, indeed, and lately he also started to spot some beauty in it

And let me tell you, this one time when he got to visit Night City when she was in Mikoshi was not a joy ride at all.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

Look I’m not telling you that Gowo and granny Wako make a dress-up doll outta Kou sometimes, but… xD

Okay, if he’d pick clothes for her she’d look absolutely terrific. I mean not ‘your local cutie’ level of good-looking but jaw-dropping-head-turning-stop-breathing level.  Man got SOME TASTE. It would be a dress, he deffo has a thing for her wearing dresses, maybe a gold one (she could get one of her fav colors, as a treat). No jacket since she’d have his anyway, neat jewelry and modestly looking shoes that cost like half of the ramen shop.

Her tho? “God, put something on, you know, your usual stuff, just rember to wear a tie, I might want to steal it later.”

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

You know how to get me xD 

“I love you” is… usually something simple.

Like making him coffee how he loves it or buying those cereals none of you like just because she collects toy katanas they put in every box. Watching Bushido series for the fifth time with her, trying to understand why she loves it and doing your best so as not to doze off at the concert he took you. Kissing his shoulder before you fall asleep and finding her hand in your sleep, blindly and mindlessly, driven by the need to know she didn't disappear anywhere.

Not asking her in whose roof garden you are having a picnic and checking your body settings and fulfilling its needs, because you know if you fuck up again it is him who will deal with the mess you’ll become. It’s singing along with her even though she does it so horribly you’d prefer her to stop and knowing when to give him some space, even if your first urge is to be here for him.

“I love you” is something that doesn't need to be spoken all the time.

#thank you so much! #ask #cyberpunk 2077 #oc koulin #v x takemura #otp: artificial nocturne #Obligatory OTP Asks #takemura #goro takemura #fem v

[nashibirne]

Intellectual Stimulation

This is a follow-up to my first Mike fic (My Best Mistake), which was a huge flop 🙈 but I hope you like the second part better...if so, please leave me a comment, reblog or like 💜 You can read this without knowing part 1 though!

Pairing: Mike x y/n

Summary: Mike wants to impress his girlfriend by being a little more sophisticated

Words: ~ 1.8 k

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, dry humping, vaginal sex, creampie, creampie eating

NO BETA! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: I don’t own anything related to Hellraiser: Hellworld! A huge thank you to @nix-akimbo for the edit of Mike with glasses. I loved using it for the moodboard, the other pics are from pinterest. I don't know who invented Professor Cavill, but credits to you too because I briefly mention him in this story. I quote parts of "The Picture Of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wilde.

You can find my other fics on my masterlist.

Taglist (please let me know if you want to be added or removed)

@lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @hell1129-blog @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @kebabgirl67 @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective @summersong69 @taebfada @xxxkatxo @artandotherdelights @notabronte @littlefreya @luclittlepond @eldarwen333 @meowpurrbooks @marantha @liliumdream @enchantedbytomandhenry @greensleeves888 @witcherfan @margauxmargaux07 @radaofrivia @m07belzen @a-little-counter-esperanto @starstruckkittyangel @mary-ann84 @sillyrabbit81 @emelinelovesjc @wheretheriversrunintothesea @lam0ureuxq

Off we go...

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Premise: Mike and his girlfriend have been together for a few months now and everything could be perfect if there wasn't that one little problem called Professor Cavill. He's y/n's lecturer in English literature and she talks about that boomer with the good looks and the tweed jackets and the dad jeans way too often. Plus Mike has seen the way the old debaucher looks at y/n when they meet him on campus. So in short, Mike is annoyed with the guy who seems to be some kind of intellectual superman, especially because he can't keep up with him. Not a bit. When he met y/n for the first time he impressed her by reciting a poem but unfortunately it is the only poem he knows. He isn't sophisticated and although y/n keeps telling him she doesn't care he feels bad and decides to do something about it.

I take a look around the room one last time and yes, everything looks perfect. It's clean and tidy, I made the beds with fresh sheets, I placed some very pretty flowers on my desk and most importantly, I bought a huge box of vintage books plus a special item at a rummage sale. The books are strategically placed in the room in little piles - beside the bed, on the shelf, on the little table beside my sofa and on the floor in the corner of the room. The special item is sitting on my nose and I really hope y/n is not going to burst laughing when she sees me.

Where is she anyway? Late of course, as usual. I take one of the books and open it to read the first pages again. I want to be prepared in the best way possible. The book is old and the cover looks strange but cool. Antiquated of course but still somehow modern with the half-rotten scull and the snobby looking guy printed in black and gold on it. Very avant-garde, Professor Dickhead would say I guess, artsy-fartsy I say.

When I hear the key in the front door I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and turn around with a big smile.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm late. I missed my bus." She returns my smile, hardly looking at me because she has problems with removing her key from the lock. "You really have to change the lock, baby. One day my key will break off."

"Sure. First thing tomorrow, sweet cheeks."

She looks at me, surprised by the enthusiasm in my voice and now, on second sight, she sees it.

"Mike! Oh my god…", she says, covering her mouth with her hands, "what the fuck? You look great!"

"You like it?" I give her a smirk and step closer to greet her with a soft kiss on her pretty lips.

"I love it! But why? I mean...you don't need glasses. I'm confused." She laughs light-heartedly and I grin. "It's just clear glass. I thought you might like me looking a little more sophisticated." I wiggle my head with a grin and she smiles, cupping my face with her hands. "I love you just the way you are, but I have to admit the glasses are damn sexy on you." She gets on her toes to kiss me and I hug her tightly.

"So what are we up to tonight? You said you have special plans for us?"

"Just take a look around, I'm sure you can figure it out." I plop down on the sofa and look at her expectantly.

"Umm...well. You tidied up your mess…"

"Yep. But there's more."

"Fresh sheets...wait...the books. You don't have so many books," she giggles before taking a closer look at one of the piles. "Out of Africa?" She raises her eyebrows and I grin.

"Some are for the heart, some are for the brain." I grab the artsy book and show it to her.

"Ooh...I adore Oscar Wilde. The Picture of Dorian Gray is my favorite!"

"I know, you mentioned it when you were talking about Professor Know-it-all's class the other day."

She rolls her eyes and it looks fucking cute. No, wait, it looks absolutely enchanting! I should adapt my vocabulary to my new look.

"Is this about Professor Cavill? Are you still jealous?"

"I'm not a bit jealous but I thought it wouldn't hurt to broaden my horizon by reading some classics and if you want to, we could read some stuff to each other and talk about it? Like our own private book club. What do you think, babe?"

"That's a great idea. Count me in." She kisses me again before cocking her head, looking at me with a smirk. "Fuck, these glasses really suit you, baby. You look so hot..."

"Please, Miss. Show me a little respect. I want to be desired for my keen intellect, not for my extraordinary good looks", I joke with an exaggerated frown.

"Idiot!" Y/n laughs out loud and nudges me playfully, "so you're all brains today, huh? Then bring it on. Read to me like one of your french girls." She plops down beside me and I snicker at her Titanic reference. I love the movie -don't you dare tell anyone-, and she hates it because she finds it boring but she still watches it with me whenever I'm in the mood for it. Okay….she usually falls asleep with her head in my lap after 15 minutes but it's the thought that counts and in return I do some cultural stuff with her, exhibitions and such. We went to a vernissage last week and to a reading in a bookstore the other day. So, you see... it's high time for some intellectual stimulation.

"Of course. Let's see what we've got here", I splay my fingers in an affected manner and grab the frame of my glasses with my thumb and middle finger to adjust them before I clear my throat and start to read, putting an extra dark timbre into my voice.

"The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn."

I look up from the book to see that y/n obviously likes my reading voice. She seems captivated and I like the way she gazes at me so adoringly. "Go on", she says softly and I continue.

"From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying, smoking, as was his custom, innumerable cigarettes, Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured blossoms of a laburnum, whose tremulous branches seemed hardly able to bear the burden of a beauty so flamelike as theirs;"

I read the first few pages and I start to like both, the book and the growing erotic tension between me and y/n. She moves closer to me with every paragraph. After I turn the pages for the first time I feel her hand on my thigh, after I do it for the second time she starts to stroke me through my jeans and I sigh before I concentrate on the poetic words again. While Lord Henry and Basil Hallward talk about bane and boon of extraordinary talent, brains and beauty, I get hard under her touch. I stop reading to kiss her but she shakes her head and nods at the book. "No. Go on, Mike. Read." Her voice is thick with desire now and it turns me on even more but I give her what she wants.

"“Harry,”said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, “every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself."

I moan when y/n decides to straddle my lap. She hitches up her boho style maxi skirt before she sits down and all that's between my hard-on and her sweet pussy now is the delicate lace of her panties and the thick fabric of my jeans. The sexy crochet bralette top she wears is not really helpful. Just Oscar Wilde separates me from her spectacular breasts right now. I'm about to put the book aside but she stops me again. "Keep reading." She rubs herself over my boner and looks me in the eyes with a teasing smile. I think this is a promising start to whatever is going to follow and so I go on and on. She's dry humping me now with slow motions, rolling her hips, riding me with closed eyes. I moan again, I'm so turned on I can hardly speak anymore but I try my very best to keep my girl entertained.

"I turned half-way round and saw Dorian Gray for the first time. When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with someone whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself."

And that's it. That's the moment of escalation. We are no longer able to control ourselves and y/n takes the book from my hands and throws it away carelessly before she starts to kiss me with a passion I've never tasted on her tongue before. While we make out like love-crazed predators she opens my belt and my fly and she lifts her butt to allow me to get rid of my pants and boxers. She takes off her top and I push her panties aside, feeling how wet she already is. Wet and eager to take my cock. She sinks down onto my dick slowly and the feeling of stretching her tight pussy is as sensational as ever. I grab her ass and knead her juicy cheeks while kissing and sucking her boobs and her hard nipples. I know how much it turns her on when I bite those little rosy buds and caress her breasts, one time she even came when I took real good care of her tits while she was jerking me off.

But today she rides me and I thrust into her hot core with strong movements, rocking my pelvis rhythmically, and we kiss passionately while my hands roam all over her body. I can tell she's about to come by her breath that's going fast and by the naughty little things she whispers hoarsely into my ear. "Yes, babe...fuck me hard, fuck me rough," and "deeper, Mike, I need your dick deeper" or "I'm so close. Can you feel how close I am?" When she stops moving because she cums with a long, drawn sigh, her body trembling, her cunt clenching around my dick, I hug her tightly, pressing her down, forcing her to take even more of me and after a few fast thrusts I cum too, filling her up with my seed and I can't wait to see it drip from her pussy.

I know it sounds a bit pervy but I love to see the mess I've made and to taste our mixed juices on my tongue. She climbs down from my lap and lays down beside me with spread legs and I bend down to lick her dripping cunt clean, lapping everything up with slow, sensual licks while y/n plays with my dark curls, enjoying the sensation of my tongue between her legs.

When we are lying in my bed cuddled up at each other a few minutes later y/n kisses me tenderly. "I'll need you to read to me like this every day now." I smirk and wink at her. "With the glasses?"

"With the glasses", she giggles and her soft laughter sounds the bell for the next chapter of our intellectual stimulation.

#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfiction #mike hellraiser x ofc #mike hellraiser #hellraiser: hellworld #mikey hellraiser #smut #mike hellraiser smut

[miekasa]

AOT characters x their partner on social media is something I love thinking about omg. Eren is the number 1 menace, I swear, he likes keeping an aesthetic and he wants your face on his profile, and he wants to be in yours, and he will brainstorm for cool captions for you both 😭 Jean acts all shy, but that tall mf also lowkey feels the same way as Eren 😭. Mikasa is very relaxed and cute about it, she’s so effortless when it comes posting you on her feed, same with Sasha probably. Connie would post your funny faces 100% while Armin….blonde coconut I feel would be shy at first but is a fan of couple-y posts. Same with Erwin, and Erwin would add the cheesiest suburban dad captions like “my better half” or shit like “forever yours” 😭🥴😭 Hange is just all over, like they’ll be super unpredictable, from wildly funny to very touching stuff. Pick is just sweetness!! All around sweetness that can make you melt. Porco would be…actually I’m not sure, he seems like he’s in line with Eren and Jean 😭 Meanwhile, Levi would not care at all about social media announcements and “instagram official” and people outside his close circles find out about his partner on their tenth-year anniversary because they bumped into you both while you were out on a date 😭😭

No because you hit the nail on the head here anon!!

Eren and Connie are fiends and almost shameless in how much they want to be on your socials. If you do the thing where you record your food when you’re out to eat with Eren, he’ll interject into your video—“And me! She’s with me!! Show me!!” After some time—or if you tease him by purposefully leaving him out of the frame—he’ll just snatch your phone when you’re recording or taking pictures and makes sure to get himself with the front camera 😭😭 oh and you will be on his, it comes with the price of dating him, he loves posting videos that gradually zoom in on your face before you notice he’s recording.

Connie just photobombs everything. Even if just his eyebrows make in the frame, you better post it. He’s watching you. He loves taking funny selfies and posting them with absolutely no context, and videos too!! He reminds me of that TikTok of the guy who pans the camera to his gf laying in the grass is like, “We had a beach date, and, yeah I love her,” and pans the camera to his face, “I’m faster than her tho. We raced. But yeah, love her.”

Jean pretends like he doesn’t care if you don’t post him, but he cares 😭😭 he’s always willing to take a photo for you, but he wants to take them with you too!! He’ll not so subtly be like, “Hey, did you post those pics from the other day?” as a gentle “reminder,” and he’s honestly so cute you gotta give into him. He likes posting pics with you too, and claims he’s gotta keep it updated so he’s got something to show his mom—“She’ll think I’m making you up if I don’t have proof, babe.”

Armin gets nervous about posting you at first—the whole being publicly affectionate thing, plus the internet is forever, you know. But once he sees that he doesn’t necessarily have to post you guys holding hands or kissing all the time, he relaxes. Just a picture together, or a picture of you from one of your dates every once in a while is cool with him. He takes good candids and they’re his favorite to edit and make all pretty. He gets surprised whenever you post him, and he’s honestly not checking for it/on social media all that often, so he finds out through a friend like Sasha who’s bubbling, “Armin you guys are gonna make me jealous!! Your beach dates look so cute!!” And Armin’s a little confused, until she adds, “I saw the pictures on Insta!!” And now he’s slightly pink in the face.

Porco is… more likely than not recording you innocently vibing or minding your own business before he comes to bother you bye. He thinks your surprised face is so fucking funny and needs several video evidences of it. He gets grumpy when you get an off-guard of him, but just show it to him after and suddenly he’s like, “I look pretty good there, actually,” like yeah, dumbass, that was the point 🙄🙄 he posts his shit on Twitter tho, and is always acting like he doesn’t know you—“Girlfriend for sale, willing to trade for Breath of the Wild. At least $30 cash otherwise,” and thinks it’s funny when you threaten to block him. Or he’s subtweeting you when you CLEARLY follow him: “Anybody else know someone who falls asleep 30 mins into a drive?? No?? Just me??”

Erwin and his captions anon please I’m hollering. You know he uses the filters embedded into Instagram, too, and it makes some pics come out grainy/more dull. He comes questioning Hange with genuine curiosity, “How come your photos look so… bright? How do I do that?” Sir, open up VSCO and free yourself from the shackles of Sepia.

Levi could not care less about what and how much you post of him on social media, and his own is so scarcely updated; he really just has it so he’s not a complete ghost to the world, and to occasionally cure a fit of boredom. The pictures he posts are always nice tho, simple, cleanly edited and shot, and sometimes he’s not even in them. He doesn’t mind if you post him or not, but every once in a while he’ll stop by with a simple heart emoji in the comments. (To which Hange absolutely loses their shit every time and loves to joke about, “omgggggg are you and @leviackerman official???? 🤪🤪🤪)

Hange is the undisputed champion of photodumps and you cannot prove me wrong. Above all, they love posting a series of chaotic photos that tell a story—three slides dedicated to photos that caught you falling down; several photos back to back of you stuffing your face with food; frames of the both of you posing for a photo with the front timer but of course something made them topple over you. Their captions don’t help either, almost always unrelated from the disaster that just unfolded. Could have posted a photo dump of you two skipping (and falling) at the park and the caption is like “fun fact: a cockroach can survive up to five weeks with its head cut off!!” (The disconnect between the pics and captions always confuses Erwin. @e.smith: Very cool! But, what do roaches have to do with you guys looking like you broke your ankles? PS—is everybody okay?)

Mikasa is relaxed about posting you, and she lowkey really likes to be posted on your socials. She doesn’t say much about it, but she likes going back through your profile and looking and what you posted, and the comments from your guys’ friends being supportive. The pictures don’t necessarily spell out that you guys are Together, but that’s okay with her; she doesn’t need four pics of you guys kissing on her timeline to make her happy. She has lots of pictures she doesn’t post tho and you’d be shocked to find them, you gotta hype her up a bit to post them, “Mika you look hot here!!! The people need to see!!! Feed them!!!”

It comes naturally to Sasha, too. She likes documenting your dates with pictures and videos and has a blast editing them afterwards, too. Just AirDrop her the pictures you took and she’ll fix them up for both of you to post later. She’s a fan of silly matching captions and is always in your comments with a million emojis.

Pieck absolutely the sweetest girl. Her whole feed manages to naturally come out in soft filters and pastel colors. She always tells you she doesn’t have to edit a thing when you’re in the picture. Definitely posts photo dumps that include pics of food, sunrises, her cats, and a few off-guards of you thrown in there. Abuses the bugs and sparkly emojis in the captions.

Annie literally posts one pic a few months (by a few months, I mean like 11 months) into your relationship with the simple and upfront caption: “This is my girlfriend” and everyone is in the comments immediately bye. Berty is acting super surprised even tho he basically set you guys up, somehow Reiner genuinely didn’t know, and Sasha is clowning him for not catching on, and then he’s like “wait since when????? i thought they were just really good friends????” Mikasa comments a singular scissor emoji and it sends everyone into orbit, even Annie likes the comment.

#anonymous #annie and mikasa having this weird friendly but teasing but blunt dynamic on social media is the reason i’m still here #every once in a while annie comments on mikasa photos wirh something obvious like ‘your hair is getting longer.’ #and mika is like ‘yeah i know i’m growing it myself thanks annie’ #they’re so fucking funny bye #aot x reader #minicanons

[champion-prism]

Cuddlebug (Raihan x Reader)

On a second note... 9 + 14 with Raihan? They look perfect together 😍

 9.There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

14.We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other

50 cliche prompts

 You don’t know when the tension started, you don’t know how it started- you just know that it’s there, palpable, in every interaction between you and your roommate.

    Actually, that’s partially a lie. You know when it started. You know how.

 It was that night you couldn’t sleep, and couldn’t be bothered to throw on a sleep shirt over your underwear when you went out to the kitchen to get a snack. Raihan’s always been a sound sleeper with a concrete routine- he is incredibly disciplined, plus his training during the day usually leaves him so exhausted he sleeps like a Snorlax.

  Well, it turns out you can’t bank on things like that. You went out of your room wearing nothing but your panties and a thin tank top, and you were just browsing the fridge when you heard someone clear their throat.

 With a shriek, you jumped up, turning around to face them. 

 Apparently, Raihan had had the same line of thought as you- it wouldn’t hurt to quickly get a snack whilst half naked, no, the roommate’s probably asleep.

  How wrong you both were. 

 Your eyes inadvertently dragged down his frame- it’s not like you hadn’t seen Raihan shirtless before, he’d posted some pretty good workout pics on his Pokegram; it was just...different, in real life. 

He was perfect. Hard, lean muscle, and broad chest you could bury your face in, smooth dark skin catching the faint kitchen light as he stood there, cerulean eyes wide as he looked up and down your exposed body.

  After an eternity of staring each other down, you clear your throat, and then comes the rest, you know, the apologies, the blushing, the looking away, you know the drill. 

  Now, everytime you’re with Raihan, there’s tension in the air, and you don’t know what to do with it. Sometimes, his hand brushes yours while he hands you a plate of food he fixed for you, and your heart jumps into your mouth. Sometimes you catch him eyeing you when he thinks you’re not looking, and when he’s not looking, you do the same.

  Which is what makes your current predicament so...challenging. 

 “You broke your bed?” you exclaim, looking at him incredulously. 

 He laughs sheepishly, picking at the back of his neck. 

 “Look, I couldn’t stop, okay? Once I had one Pokemon on my bed, I couldn’t very well stop the rest of them!” he says.

 He is so cute.

  “Anyway, looks like I’ll have to camp out on the couch for a while,” he sighs. 

 You scoff.

  “Raihan. There is no way you could fit on the couch,” you tell him. “Couches are uncomfortable enough for most people, and you have more than a foot of height over most people. Take my bed.”

  Raihan looks up at you sharply, eyes boring into yours.

  “Where will you sleep?” he asks.

 “The couch, duh,” you say. “I’m smaller than you, I can wrangle it.”

 “Don’t do that, geez! I'm not going to kick you out of your bed, just,” Raihan trails off.

 “I was just thinking,” he continues, “we’re both adults. We can share a bed for one night. It’s just sleeping near each other, and like, it’s no big deal, right?”

  He looks at you expectantly, lower lip between his teeth.

  God, he’s so cute.

  “Sure,” you catch yourself saying, without having properly thought it through.

  You can share a bed, sure. You’re both mature adults. No big deal...right?

 The air is thick with tension when he steps into your room with his pillow- you’re disappointed relieved to see that he’s wearing a shirt with his sweatpants, although you can’t help notice it fits tighter than most of his clothes.

 He tentatively curls up on the far end of the bed, which isn’t actually very far at all. It makes you smile a bit, seeing this giant of a man curling in on himself.

  “I don’t like to leave my limbs laying about,” he explains. “This one time, during our Gym Challenge, Leon was at my Pokemon camp and he said he wondered how I could possibly feel safe at night with my arms and legs out, and how he’s surprised no wild Pokemon’s made off with one of my limbs before, and I now I can’t sprawl out anymore.”

  You laugh, snuggling back into your pillows as you throw the covers over yourself. You throw one corner of the covers over to Raihan, who drags them over himself with a swallow. 

  Is he as nervous as you are?

  You catch his eye, and the both of you let out a short, nervous laugh. 

 “Anyway,” he says. “Do you need the lights off?”

 “Sort of? I don’t think I’ll sleep immediately, I’m gonna scroll for a while,” you tell him.

 “Oh, okay,” he says. “Yeah I’ll, I’ll read till then.” 

  And to your surprise, he pulls out a glasses case out of his sweatpants pocket as he pulls out his phone. You watch as he puts on the glasses, thick framed and heavy looking, and he catches you staring.

  “What?” he defends. “They’re anti-glare, I wear them when I have to read e-books!”

 “I didn’t say anything!” you laugh. “You look kinda cute, actually,” you smile, and he smiles back at you...and neither of you look away.

  “Ah, anyway,” you gasp, turning your head to look at your phone.

“Y-yeah,” he says.

  In half an hour or so, the lights are off, and you’re both curled up in bed, as far away from each other as possible.

  You’re acutely aware of his large weight on the other side of your bed, of the heat emanating from his body, of the fresh scent of his shampoo that you just want to inhale. You want to wrap yourself around him and bury yourself in his chest and-

  You clutch your pillows and curl in on yourself, focusing on counting Wooloo. 

 The next thing you know, you’re half asleep. You shift a little, getting comfortable as your brain fuzzily tells you that Raihan is here- you pay no attention, squirming towards the centre of the bed.

 You wake up to his alarm, and his arms wrapped firmly around you. A little bit of consciousness alerts you to the fact that your legs are tightly intertwined with his, and your hands are fisting his shirt. 

  Your heartbeat speeds up as you try to untangle yourself from him, but his limbs are like a cage around you. You give in far too easily, sinking down and allowing yourself to indulge in his arms for a while. 

  He nuzzles against you, soft moan on his lips as he stretches his legs, still holding you tight. 

 “Good morning,” he mumbles, voice husky from sleep. 

 “Good morning,” you whisper back, your nose bumping against his collarbones. His chest rises and falls with his deep breaths, and you want to bury your face in it. 

  Raihan seems to have no intention of letting you go, so you settle down against him for what turns into a long morning in.

#raihan #raihan x reader #gym leader #gym leader raihan #gym leader raihan x reader #pokemon imagine #pokemon imagines #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #sorry about the delay yall life kicking my ass #royal au anon if youre out there...im writing ten words a day but im writing alright

[kkeidawrites]

His.

Bonus Chapter!!

Just a little something I wanted to add before I finished my other stories! I hope you guys like it!

As always I do not own any gifs or pics they are all used for visual use only!

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The moon had rose to the highest in the night sky and brown eyes watched in a trance at the stars, their body sat in a chair as they bathed in the illuminating light. A small whimper brought the person’s attention away from the window and a smile lifted to their lips.

They stood from their seat and made the trip to where the noise was heard. Leaning over slightly, the person bent down to pick up the small body whose small coos and gurgles rose in volume as the taller figure held them up to nuzzle their cheek.

“Alia?” said a familiar voice and the infamous half fairy, half water sprite looked up to her husband by the doorway. Even after all these years, he was still the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. Even with his bed head and wrinkled white shirt. Even his braies were a bit creased as well.

He must of have rolled out of bed again when he realized that Alia had left to tend to their daughter. Mind you, the babe was already fast asleep, Alia has always done this with their other four children. She feels that she should stay by them during the late hours of the night, watching over them. Alucard of course would have to come to her and make her return to bed. 

Alucard shook his head amused by his wife’s actions. She had once again, slipped out of bed to their three month old daughter’s room. He still could not figure out how she was able to quietly leave their shared bed to make the small trek across the hall to the nursery every night. Even with his enhanced hearing, he was still unable to detect her small feet pad across the hardwood floor.

“Darling, come to bed. It is late.” Her husband scolded, delicately. The baby in her arms cooed and looked up at her father with a wide smile. Alucard leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, a smile still on his lips. He knew what she was going to say next.

“I’ll come to bed when she’s back to sleep. You should get some sleep, my love. It looks like you need it more than I do.” Alia giggles referring to her husband’s messy locs. 

The only times Alia has seen her husband’s hair in disarray is when he sleeps at night, wakes up with bed head and when he plays with the kids. But, that was on rare occasion when his hair became in such disarray.

“Lucia, will be just fine and will drift off to sleep on her own. We have set a sleeping pattern for her, we don’t need to be by her to put her back to sleep.” Alucard says as said babe began yawning in her mother’s arms.

“And my hair could be a future fashion style. I would just be the one to start it off.” Alucard smirks and Alia giggles as she returns her gaze to her daughter, once more looking over her features. She was blessed with bronze skin and brown eyes and the same facial features as Alia, was like looking in a mirror.

Her hair was the same golden blonde color as her father’s and every time Alia would run her fingers through the tresses it was like she was running her fingers through her husbands.

“We still need to keep an eye on her Alucard. She’s still so small and helpless-”

“She’ll be alright.” Alucard paced his way over to her and their daughter. Smiling down at the babe, Lucia watched with a sleepy gaze once her father came into her view she gave him a gummy smile.

“Come Alia, put her back down and let her get some rest. If not she’ll be wide awake again tomorrow night.” Alucard wheedled to his wife who sighed and with a kiss to her brow, placed their infant daughter back in her bassinet.

Lucia yawned and finally closed her eyes, her head lolling to the side as her breathing evened out into a peaceful slumber. Alia pulled the small blanket over her body Alucard bent over the frilly cloth of the bassinet and kissed his daughter’s cheek then sat back up to pull his wife out of the nursery.

“But, are you sure Adrian-”

“Alia, she will be fine. We are across the hall to hear her.” He tells her as he guides them to their bedroom. Alia pouts at her lover and pulls the sheets back to settle into the soft mattress and pull the linen up to her chest.

“Why do you always gotta be the one to get any action? I want to fight too!” Alia sulks as her husband shakes his head at her. He knew she was still capable of fighting but she had just recently birthed their daughter and the thought of her fighting put Alucard in a state of unease.

“Your body has not yet recovered after you’ve had Lucia. If you went and fought your magic wouldn’t hold up for very long.” Alucard told her matter-of-fact.

“Gee, thanks baby for the support.” Alia rolled her eyes at her husband and moved to turn on her side where she wouldn’t have to look at him but, Alucard was much faster, halting her.

“I have never doubted your strength, dear. I am only saying that you should rest for a few more months before returning to training with me.” Alia’s head droops in sadness. She knew he was right but how was she to protect her babies or her husband if she doesn’t even have the strength?

Lucia’s birth was a long and strenuous one, she was so early that both Alia and Alucard thought she or their daughter would survive. Thankfully, Lisa was there to help with the birth and made sure to observe Lucia closely to ensure that she would survive. Alia also had a hard time recovering, she couldn’t walk so far, eating was a chore and sleeping she was always in constant pain.

Seeing his wife contemplate, he sighed and pulled her close to his chest.

“Come here, my wife.” he purrs. 

Alia scooted over to him with a heavy sigh. Her head lies on his chest and his right arm holds her waist. His left arm cushioned his head as he looked down at his wife with a smile.

“I know you miss it,” he begins playing with one of her black curls. “But, I don’t want to see you strain yourself to the point where you collapse and wont be able to move. But once you are properly healed, I expect a duel between us.” he tells her, his smile shifting to a smug one.

Alia raised an eyebrow with a smirk of her own. Flicking his nose, Alia watched as he sarcastically groaned tilting his head back as he really felt pain from the flick.

“You are so silly.” she giggles.

“Only for you my darling,” he kissed her. Pulling apart, Alucard caressed her cheek and Alia smiled. A yawn then left her lips making the dhampir chuckle.

“I knew this would happen. Please my love, rest. I will check on our brood.” That earned him a swat to the chest and he chortles.

“Don’t call our children that, you bastard!” she whisper-yells.

“I tease. Now, get some rest. And no more nightly trips to Lucia’s room or Jacob’s, or Damien’s or Jonah’s or Cassia’s-”

“Alright, alright! I get it!” she told him putting a hand over his mouth to stop his rant. Kissing her palm, he smiles at her and presses his lips to her forehead.

“You’re sure I can’t just stay up and watch her just for tonight? This will be the last time.” she tells her husband who shakes his head and tucks the sheets around her.

“No, little fairy. Time for bed. And don’t let me catch you out of this bed again or else,” he moved closer to her to whisper in her ear.

“I’ll make sure you stay bond to this bed rendering you from walking for a couple of weeks.” he told her seductively making the woman under him shudder.

“Mmmm, don’t tease me with a good time.” she told him biting her lip.

“Now sleep, my darling.” He kissed her once more.

“If anything goes wrong, I will be alerted and take care of it.” Alucard promises her.

“Alright.” she tells him and allows her eyes to drift shut, allowing her body to relax against her husband’s warm body and let sleep take her.

“Love you.” she mutters.

“And I love you. Goodnight, my love.” Alucard whispered.

After an hour of watching his wife rest, Alucard placed a soft kiss to her lips and parted from the bed, going to fulfill his promise to her. Quietly, he left their shared room and headed over to Lucia’s room to check on her. Her blonde tresses laid behind her head like a halo and Alucard smiled at how thankful he was she had survived. She was indeed the light of their family, her older brothers and sister spent almost every hour with her; playing with her toes and making faces at her.

His parents loved her to death and he can already tell that she will be another grandchild that will be spoiled rotten, his father mostly. He already spoils Cassia to high hell, now that Lucia was here he was done for.

She coos in her sleep and a smile lifts to her face. Alucard gently caressed her right cheek, then with a kiss to her brow left her room to head down a few doors where the rest of the children resided.

Next he went to his oldest son’s, Damien’s room, and he opened the door to toys pouring out of the door. He shakes his head and steps inside to spot his 13 year old son lying off the side of his bed on his stomach, sleeping peacefully with a wooden sword in his right hand.

Damien was born with Alia’s black hair but gained his golden eyes and his skin was a honey brown. Always wanting to train and learn the way of the sword. Ruffling his wild hair, Alucard moved him a bit to grab his blanket and draped it over him.

He left Damien’s room and headed a door down to Jacob and Jonah’s room. Jacob being 11, he was much like his mother, headstrong and stubborn, unlike his 9 year old brother who was more calm and timid. Jonah obtained Alia’s black hair and brown eyes while Jacob gained blue eyes and blonde hair, a little tribute to Lisa who was driven to tears, that her grandson resembled Alucard if he had blue eyes just like her when he was a baby. 

They both preferred to share a room and if they were anything like their older brother they both wanted to learn how to fight just as good as their father. Thankfully when he entered their room, it was much more cleaner and allowable to walk. Both boys slept in their beds, snoring softly and sleeping in a position just as wild as the oldest.

Kissing each of their heads, Alucard adjusted their blankets to keep them warm and left their room to the last door in the hall. His daughter, 7 year old Cassia, a true princess. Loves dresses, singing, astronomy, big parties, you know that kind of thing. Cassia was the only one of the bunch who had gained both Alucard’s hair and eyes but, she was as beautiful as her mother, with honey brown skin. 

Her room was a light pink and of course, her bed was made into a four posted bed with white curtains. A true princess, Alia swears he spoils her rotten and he couldn’t help it, one look at her big golden eyes and he was a goner. 

Stepping inside, Cassia slept peacefully in her bed and Alucard paced over to his daughter to see she had her white horse doll clutched to her chest. Her hair was braided and set in a bonnet, something about her hair being well kept was what Alia wanted if they had girls.

She moved in her sleep and turned to her side facing him, her eyes slowly opened and sleepily gazed up at her father, smiling.

“Hi, papa.” she croaked. Alucard smiled and knelt down on one knee to look at her.

“Hello, my flower. What are you doing awake still, it’s way past your bedtime.” he whispers to her.

“Just,” she yawns as she snuggles into her pillow more. “waiting for Lucia to grow up a bit more so we can have tea parties.” She says drowsily.

“Oh?” he teases.

“I guess I am not invited to said tea parties anymore? I thought I was your favorite guest?”

“You were, but now that Lucia is here, she can take your place.” she tells him making Alucard chuckle as he leans down and kisses her forehead.

“I love you, Cassia.” he tells her as her eyes closed once more.

“Love you too, papa.” she says sleepily and once more her soft snores came out.

Softly closing her door back, Alucard returned to his bedroom and was glad that his wife stayed in bed like he told her to. Climbing into his side of bed, Alucard kissed his wife’s forehead and smiles as she smiles, sighing in her sleep and snuggling into his side.

Alucard holds her close and thanks whatever God is listening for giving him the greatest gift in the world.

He had a beautiful wife, who loved him for who he was and who became his friend first to get the chance to understand him. Five beautiful children, all who would grow up with lots of love and care. Friends who would help him in anyway they could. And a loving mother and father, who he couldn’t be more proud of to have.

He was so glad that this was his life. He was glad that he had the opportunity to experience this. He was so glad that this was His. 

#castlevania!alucard x reader #black reader #black!reader #castlevania #fanfiction #castlevania x reader #my writing #alucard #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #netflix castlevania #alucard castlevania #black oc #his. bonus chapter #her. epilogue

[slutforsans]

What about., a short story with.. Bleu.. where his mate is actually the handsy one..

I’mSorry

BLUE HAS A MASTER KINK AND A WEIRD LIST ABOUT YOU ON HIS COMPUTER BEWARE HORNY SKELETON AHEAD

Blue was training with Alphys as usual, feeling extremely tired while sweat dripped of his body. His shirt was damp and his skull had a blue hue due to the strenght he had to use at the fights, and his light blue scarf was hanging from his right hand.

He suddenly felt something where his ears should be, something like a small tickle. It distracted him, causing Alphys to hit him right in the ribs. 

A small whimper escaped from his mouth, and he was now on the floor.

— Hey, dude...Are you okay? Stop thinking about your pretty mate and fight!  — Alphys screamed to him.  —Y-YEAH, SORRY ABOUT THA-AUGH!  —Alphys hit him again.  — DO YOU APOLOGIZE TO YOUR ENEMY?!  — And with that, we move to you.

You were in Blue’s room, looking around hoping to find something to entretain yourself.

Let’s see...action figures? Nah, books about dates? Nope, what about that computer? 

You turned the PC on and entered easily, his password was SANSTHEMAGNIFICENT, and his desk wallpaper was a picture of you sleeping only in blue underwear. He had a lot of games and random folders, everything spilled right in his desk, completely disorganized. 

A folder under the name of “(y/n) pics <3<3″ caught your attention, and you tried to click to open it and see it’s content. A window randomly popped up, asking for a password. Your fingers hit the keys, you were determined to guess his password.

Let’s see...”ILY(Y/N)”? nope, “BLUEISAMAZING”? no, “DONTLOOK”, no, crap.

You groaned, what could it be?

Now typing random things, you wrote “Master”. It entered.

—Oh, kinky. — you laughed a bit, still not believing the fact that his password for a folder with things about you was “Master”.

You saw another things inside the folder, one of them was a video that lasted half an hour, and a Word archive literally named “Things they do that turn me on so fucking bad”, you continued to laugh.

You opened the text archive only to find a lot of appreciation phrases that he wrote to you. You checked the date of the file to see when was it written, and you realized this was written months before you started dating him.

A lot of things he wanted you to do were there, and you decided to read every single one of them to suprise him.

Blue came back from his intense training, still wet in sweat, and walked into the kitchen to grab something to drink. You heard his not-so-silent boots walking downstairs, and you prepared yourself: He never knocked the door to enter the room, and he expressed he would love to walk in on you changing.

You took your shirt off and stayed in your unhooked bra (or binder, or just a tank top) and with your panties on. 

His steps grew closer to the door, and your excitement showed in your actions. The sound of his boots stopped right in front of the room, and you heard two knocks. Are you serious?

Oh, you weren’t letting this happen.  —Come in!  — you announced.

He opened the door, only to find the room kind of dark, the only thing emitting light was his pc, with your picture in it. “ —Oh no.  — “ he thought.

— (y/n), where are you, I can’t see you anywhe-OH MY STARS!  — You appeared behind him and closed the door, he saw you half naked and his face had a shiny blue blush, the one that you loved so much.

— How was your training, dear?  — you asked innocently. His face had a clear hint of shock, and you took this to your advantage.

— O-Oh...are you...mad? Tired? Do you...need something, master?  — he continued to stare at your face, now watching your lips pronounce the word “master”. He had a visible boner.

You touched his ribs, just like he liked, and you started to press yourself against his now hot body, moving your hips closer to his. He just gasped, as his hands made their way to your butt, only to be slapped down by you.  His pupils glowed a bright skyblue color, and a growl escaped from his mouth, you just laughed playfully.

You pushed him softly to the brim of the bed and you kneeled down in front of him, your hands were now caressing his hipbone and your face was now being illuminated by his magic erection. He was a panting mess, and the look in your eyes drove him crazy.

He tried to touch you again, but you quickly got up and pushed him down. Now you were straddling his hips, rolling yours back and forward, earning loud growls and moans from him. His magical tonge rolled out of his mouth, and sweat started to fall from his forehead, just like you.

You kept caressing his ribs, and you let his hands grab your butt. Blue was blushing madly, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

His left eye glowed and now you were under him, your legs were above his shoulders and his hands were now roaming every inch of your body.

His growls grew louder, he sounded extremely hungry, and needy: you loved this wild side.

A sound made both of you stop. The door was open.

—Hey, bro, are you OHMYGOD-...  — Papyrus saw your breasts and his brother’s horny face. He closed the door and you heard him cursing loudly. Your heart seemed to stop for a moment, and your breath was trapped in your chest.

Your eyes were staring at the door, still shocked and amused. A loud laugh invaded your ears as you were now looking at your handsome boyfriend, who was now grabbing where his belly would be if he had one while laughing.

You soon joined him into this fit of laughter, still kind of naked. The moment was totally ruined and you started to dress up, Blue was still recovering from the moment and his boner was no longer there. Unlucky you.

When he stopped, he hugged your now clothed form, and whispered sweet nothings in your ear making you blush once more. You both went to bed, had a little chat still remembering the accident, making fun of Papyrus face and acting it out just to make it funnier, and finally fell asleep cuddling together.

[cali-holland]

Wrong Twin- Harry Holland One Shot

Pairing: Harry Holland X Reader

Prompt: You and Harry have your first big fight and you call him the one thing he never wanted to be called- your ex’s name, his brother’s name, Sam.

Word Count: 3000

Masterlist   Harry Holland Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, maybe a mention of anxiety?

A/N: This may have been loosely based on another part of last man standing but i’ll never tell ahaha; also i was too lazy to find a pic/gif

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June 23rd was considerably your least favorite day of the year. It used to be your favorite day of the year. Well, it was for a year.

You know how you can grow up with someone and be their best friend, and then they ask you out and you say yes because you thought you liked them romantically and they thought they liked you that way too, but then after a year together, you both realize you don’t actually like each other in that way, so you decide to mutually breakup?

Yeah, that was your relationship with Sam. Sam Holland. Your ex-boyfriend.

And that was why you found yourself wide awake at four in the morning, unable to sleep on June 23rd. If you two were still together, it would have been your three year anniversary as weird as that is to say now, especially considering it was a completely mutual breakup and you were both now fully committed to other people.

You finished your four am tea and shuffled back to the bedroom, desperately wanting sleep to overcome you.

“Where’d you go, darling?” You heard a muffled voice ask from under the sea of blankets on the bed as you closed the door quietly behind you. You let out a small sigh, climbing back into the bed.

“Can’t sleep.” You replied, softly. Your boyfriend wrapped an arm around your waist, cuddling into you and bringing you into his warm embrace.

“Wanna talk about it?” He murmured. His eyes were still closed and his hair was falling over his shut eyelids, making you think he was still half asleep or even completely asleep. You ran a gentle hand through his curls, placing a little kiss to his forehead.

“It’s fine. Go back to sleep, Harry.”

Harry. Harry Holland. Your present day boyfriend.

You grew up with the Hollands, and you were best friends with Sam and Harry since you were young. When Sam asked you out, you were a bit concerned that it’d mess up the trio, but it somehow didn’t. And then, when you broke up, you realized that maybe you had been with the wrong twin- can you even say that without sounding like a heartless bitch? They’re not just brothers; they’re twins. There were no problems in your relationship with Sam, so what could stop you from saying yes to Harry when he asked you out over a year later?

The three of you rarely ever brought up your relationship with Sam, even if it did last for a solid year. It was just awkward to think that you’d been with both twins. The three of you were still close friends; you’d even sometimes go on double dates with Sam’s girlfriend. Sam was your friend way before he was your ex-boyfriend.

You weren’t sure if Harry knew about June 23rd. You’d been with Harry for 11 months- the genius had asked you out on July 23rd (you didn’t know what the twins had with the number 23). You kind of had a thing about avoiding both twins, especially Sam, on June 23rd, just to avoid the awkward “hey this would’ve been our anniversary” thought. This year was no different; you fully intended on not seeing them, but Harry had asked you to stay over last night, so you really didn’t know what excuse you could use to get away from him today. You loved Harry, you really did- in fact, you loved him more than you loved Sam while you were dating (well, that was established as a more platonic, but forced romantic love). On June 23rd, though, there was no stopping your mind from running wild with memories of your old relationship. While it was simply just reminiscing on a year of your life, it made you feel so wrong to do that to Harry, but you couldn’t help it. 

You didn’t sleep at all between when you went back to bed and when Harry woke up. You were so lost in thought, laying on your back and staring at the ceiling, you didn’t realize Harry was awake. Harry pressed a kiss to your shoulder, making you jump a little at the sudden intimacy.

“Good morning.” He smiled, trailing kisses up from your shoulder to your lips.

“Mhm, good morning.” Your hand went to play with the hair at the nape of his neck as you pulled him in to kiss you again.

“Did you not sleep last night?” Harry asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He could tell based on briefly remembering waking up to you returning to bed and based on how he woke up to you not cuddling him that something was up.

“I’m fine.” You reassured him. You went to kiss him again, but he pulled back with a frown.

“What’s wrong? You don’t typically try this hard to distract me in the morning.”

“You never make it this hard for me to distract you.” You countered, “Are you going to complain about my distraction?”

“I’m going to complain about you not telling me what’s wrong.” Harry was truly worried, you knew that. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell him what today was though.

“I’m just stressed over work. It’s not that big of a deal, I’m completely fine.” You told him, hoping he’d believe your lie, “Now, you gonna kiss me or not, Harry?”

He smiled softly, leaning in to kiss you some more.

Once you and Harry had finally managed your way out of bed and got ready for your day, Harry began to make your breakfast in the kitchen.

“So, what are the plans for today?” He asked, knowing you didn’t have work at all.

“Girls day with Molly.” You replied, and he looked at you confused.

“Molly’s in town?” He knew your friend traveled a lot for work (not unlike him). Harry set down a plate of pancakes in front of you at the nook in the kitchen, sitting beside you as you split the stack and shared the plate because less dishes.

“Yeah, she got in yesterday.” You lied. You needed the day away from Harry, and you needed to get out of his. Avoiding Sam for a day didn’t quite work when Harry lived with him- and Tom, Harrison, and Tuwaine.

“Oh, well, tell her I said hi then. Where was she this time?”

“Tokyo, I think? I’m sure I’ll know today.” You joked nervously.

“Can I come over tonight then?” Harry asked through a mouthful of pancakes. You were surprised by your boyfriend’s seemingly endless list of questions, but he was a major cuddler and, if he could sleep with you beside him, he would, so whenever he was home, he always wanted to spend the night with you.

“Molly’s probably coming over for drinks, but I’ll let you know, okay?” You placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing it reassuringly. You hated lying to Harry, especially over something as stupid as a day. 

“She’s just stealing you all day. God, I hate when she’s in town.” He teased, letting out an overdramatic sigh before tugging your chair closer to you, draping an arm around your shoulders. Harry pressed a kiss to your temple before you both continued to eat your breakfasts.

“I should get going. I still need to shower and stuff before I go out with Molly.” You said, standing from your seat when you had finished the food and clearing the empty plate from the table.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” Harry asked, still concerned over your wellbeing.

“I’m fine, I promise.” You told him before giving him a goodbye kiss. He deepened the kiss before you could pull away, one hand on the back of your neck and one hand maneuvering its way down to rub your ass a little. You moaned into the kiss, enjoying its tender passion. Harry loved to kiss you goodbye, always making sure to show you just how much he loves you.

“Fucking hell, in the kitchen, really?” A voice made you jump back from Harry, but, considering his grip on your ass and your neck, you only really disconnected your lips from his.

“Way to ruin a moment, Sam.” Harry glared at his twin.

“This is a communal zone!” Sam insisted.

“I need to go.” You gave Harry another quick kiss before stepping out of his embrace. You offered Sam a small smile as you left, leaving the two twins alone in confusion. It wasn’t usual for you to just not say anything to Sam.

You spent the rest of your day alone, trying to think of ways to actually talk to Harry about this subject. He had never said anything about you and Sam, but you assumed it was a sensitive topic for him, you assumed he probably didn’t like to think of his girlfriend being intimate with another guy, let alone his twin brother. You knew you needed to tell Harry though; you needed to tell him that June 23rd meant you could not see his brother and relive any awkwardness. You saw a future with Harry, which meant you’d spend a lot more June 23rd’s together.

As for Harry, he spent the rest of his day trying to think of what could possibly be wrong with you. If something was upsetting you or if something was just on your mind, you’d tell him; that’s what you always did, so now why is it different? He thought maybe he did something to upset you, but he couldn’t think of anything- he didn’t even hog all the blankets last night (yes, he was concerned you were upset over the bedding). 

When Tom invited him to the pub for some drinks with him and Harrison since Sam was out on a date, he couldn’t say no, thinking maybe a beer or two will enlighten him on how he messed up. He tried to clear his mind of his concerns over you; you were out with your friend, he had no reason to be worried. Or so he thought.

“What’re you looking at?” Tom asked, noticing his younger brother’s face fall as he stared at his phone. He looked over Harry’s shoulder to see Harry was on Instagram, viewing a story.

“Who is that?” Harrison questioned.

“Molly.” Harry replied, replaying the story to see your friend, smiling brightly in Tokyo. She wasn’t back; you had lied to him. “Y/N lied to me.”

“Oh shit.” was all Tom could get out as Harrison still tried to connect the dots between this Molly girl and you.

“She said she was with her friend, but her friend’s in Japan.” He exited out of the app and locked his phone, shoving into his pocket. He drank the rest of his beer down quickly, too upset to think straight. “I mean I knew something was wrong with Y/N today, but I didn’t think it’d be wrong enough for her to avoid me.”

“Maybe she isn’t?” Tom suggested.

“My girlfriend lies about hanging out with her friend all day. She’s avoiding me or she’s cheating me or both.” He sighed, trying not to go immediately to the worst case scenario.

“Maybe you should go see her?” Harrison offered. None of them knew what to do; it was extremely abnormal for you to not only avoid Harry but also to lie to him- even back before you started dating. He knew everything about you, just like you knew everything about him.

“Yeah, yeah, I should go talk to her.” Harry nodded, getting his thoughts together. He called for an Uber and left the other two at the pub. His mind was racing with plausible explanations, but he kept drawing a blank. He couldn’t think of any reason why you’d lie to him and avoid him; he started to worry maybe he did hog the blankets too much?

When Harry arrived at your small apartment, he stood anxiously on the doorstep. Three nervous knocks later and he was waiting for you to answer, praying that you were alone. He let out a sigh of relief when you opened the door.

“Harry,” You breathed out, surprised to see him at your door. You could tell by the slight red hue on his cheeks that he’d had at least a beer. He made his way into your apartment, his eyes searching the entryway almost suspiciously as you closed the door behind him. 

“I know you weren’t with Molly today.” Harry said, his eyes finally landing on you, hurt glistening in them.

“Wh- what?” You tried to play it off.

“Don’t bullshit me. Are you cheating on me?” He asked, his voice raising accusingly. You stepped back in your own confused hurt.

“Why would you think that?” You questioned, but you already knew the answer.

“You lied to me today, and I know you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I just- I needed today.” You said, trying to calm him down. Harry wouldn’t have it though.

“What’s going on with you today?” He pressed, “And you never answered me. Are you cheating on me?”

“No.” You answered, sternly.

“Then what’s the matter with you? Why did you lie?” Harry couldn’t help his shouting, and you couldn’t help the words that came out of your mouth next.

“God, just shut the fuck up, Sam.”

The second you said the wrong name, everything froze. You felt a thick tension come over the air, and Harry grew quiet.

“Sam?” He questioned, his voice was just above a whisper.

“Harry, that’s not-“ You started, but it was too late. Harry left without another word, slamming your front door behind him. You let out a sob, falling to the floor as you cried weakly. You’d done the unthinkable- you called your current boyfriend not only your ex-boyfriend’s, but also his twin brother’s name.

When Harry stormed off, all he wanted was to be left alone in his room, but the universe had other plans. He marched up to his door and let out a grumble of swears at the locked door. He was too furious and upset to get a good grip on his keys, making him even more infuriated.

“Are you trying to break down the door?” Sam questioned jokingly, opening it from the inside. “Why are you home early?”

“Don’t want to talk about it.” Harry muttered, immediately going to his room. Sam stood there dumbfounded by his brother’s mood. He made his way towards Harry’s room, but paused as he heard your familiar ringtone sounding from the other side of his brother’s door. Harry let out a string of curses, declining your call. Cautiously, Sam opened the door.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, genuinely concerned about his twin’s wellbeing.

“Y/N and I got into a fight.” Harry said with a sigh as Sam leaned against the door frame. Though the twins didn’t really disclose a ton of details about their relationship with you to each other specifically, Sam was worried and so of course he’d listen to his brother’s relationship problems, even if the girl was you, his own ex.

“About?”

“She just-“ He sighed again, “She blew me off today, and she lied to me. It’s like she doesn’t want to be around me today.”

“Did something happen?” Sam inquired, trying to find some sort of answers.

“I don’t know. It’s just like she woke up today and decided I wasn’t enough. And- and when we were fighting, she called me Sam.” Harry trailed off. He felt a knife twist in his gut at the memory. The lightbulb went off in Sam’s head as he connected the dots of your sudden aloofness.

“Harry,” Sam paused as he tried to come up with the best way to tell his brother, “Today is- well was, my anniversary with Y/N. It might not be that she’s avoiding you, but she’s avoiding me.”

“Today? Why wouldn’t she tell me that?” He asked, his voice calm for the first time since he saw you just earlier.

“I don’t know. I didn’t tell you.” He offered. “It’s probably hard for her to talk about. I mean, it’s awkward for me to talk about sometimes.”

“I- I guess.” Harry pondered, “I just didn’t think that your anniversary from, what, three years ago would be that big of a deal for her?”

“Just talk to her about it, okay? It’s weird enough for us to know we’ve both been with the same girl; it’s gotta be weird for her too.” Sam stated and Harry grimaced.

“I appreciate the help, but I don’t need to picture you having sex with my girlfriend.” He gagged.

“Hey, she was my girlfriend first.” He teased, exiting the room. Harry took out his phone to see you’d texted him a few times after he ignored your call, and Sam called out to his twin again, “Call her back, you div!”

Harry didn’t even look through your worried texts as he called you back. He was shocked when it went to voicemail; for you to call him and text him numerous times, you not picking up his call was odd. The surprise wore off as he heard rushed knocking on the front door. A small grin formed on his face and he raced down the stairs, opening the front door immediately.

Before you could even react to Harry’s sudden presence, he had wrapped you up tightly in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” Harry said, quietly. He pulled back from the hug and rested his hands on your waist.

“Why are you sorry? I should be apologizing. I- I called you Sam, and I never-“ Tears streamed down your cheeks as you shook, unsteadily. Harry cut off your rambling with a kiss.

“I know what today is, and I understand why you didn’t tell me, but you know you can tell me anything, even if it has to do with Sam.” He reassured you. “I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating and just for everything. I was being an inconsiderate dick. It was uncalled for, and I never should’ve yelled at you.”

“I should’ve just told you.”

“It’s alright.” He smiled softly at you, before jokingly adding, “Next year, we’re going to spend June 23rd somewhere so far away from Sam that you won’t even connect the day to him anymore.”

“Sounds like a deal.” You laughed, and Harry pulled you in for another kiss, happy to have you back to your normal self again.

~~~

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[missperfectlyfine13]

Could This Be Something Real?

Summary: Beca takes Chloe as her date to the grammy's and now the world thinks they are together

Bechloe Week 2020 - Day 5: "Fake Dating"

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“Beca you have to take someone with you to the Grammy’s, you can’t just go alone,” Beca’s PR team has been trying to convince her of the fact that she needs a date for the last half hour.

“I just don’t get why I can’t go by myself,” Beca huffs, leaning back in her chair angrily, “does it matter who I bring?”

“No…” Diane, her manager, starts to say before Beca cuts her off abruptly.

“Ok, I’ll bring Chloe then,” Beca says decidedly.

“That’s not what we really had in mind…”

“I don’t care, if I have to bring someone I want it to be someone I will at least have a good time with,” she’s sick of fighting with them on this, and Chloe would be over the moon to go to the Grammy’s.

Everyone seems to collectively back down, especially since they got Beca to at least agree to bring someone, even if that someone is not a celebrity. They had a list a mile long for Beca to choose from, all people that would help her budding career if she was seen with them. Beca is up for 3 Grammy’s which is huge, considering it’s all for her debut album. Which is all the more reason for Beca to want someone she actually cares about to be there with her.

“I’m going to call her right now,” Beca whips out her phone and already has Chloe’s number dialed before anyone can stop her.

Chloe picks up on the second ring and when Beca tells her, she screams so loud Beca’s entire team can hear her.

************

The day of the Grammy’s Chloe comes over to Beca’s house, where she has an entire team waiting to do their hair and makeup. Beca lets her stylists pick both her and Chloe’s outfits. She’s not sure what either of them are wearing yet.

After a few solid hours of being pampered, Beca is standing in her bedroom wearing a slim black dress, it’s a little understated in comparison to others she has seen but it’s still one of the most expensive things Beca has ever had on her body. This is her first BIG Hollywood event too. Her hair is curled, and partly pulled back and she has on so much makeup she scarcely recognizes herself.

When she finally makes it downstairs, Chloe is no where to be seen. They must still be getting her ready. After what seems like an eternity, she hears heels on the steps of the stairs.

When Beca finally sees Chloe, her breath is stolen away, and her jaw hits the floor. She’s so beautiful it hurts. She’s in an emerald green dress, floor length and strapless. Her hair is curled into an intricate updo, her makeup not as heavy as Beca’s but it’s definitely not a natural look. Chloe sees her staring and giggles lightly.

“I think that this dress costs more than every car I’ve ever owned combined,” Chloe is touching the sides of the dress dreamily, “this is amazing…you look amazing by the way.”

“You look gorgeous,” Beca tries to pull her gaze away but she can’t.

“You ladies ready?” her assistant for the night asks, “the car is outside.”

Beca nods and outstretches her hand for Chloe to take. She eagerly takes it and they walk out to the car waiting for them.

“You know, everyone was telling me while I was getting ready, that it’s really ballsy of you to take me to the Grammy’s,” Chloe mentions as they start to drive down the road.

Beca nods, “I guess it is.”

“Is it because I’m not famous?” Chloe asks carefully.

“Actually, I think it’s more about the fact that you’re a woman,” she shrugs.

Her PR team had made it very clear that this could definitely create a rumor that Chloe is her girlfriend…and that Beca is gay. Her PR team said it could hurt her since she’s so newly famous. But Beca is gay, and she doesn’t want to hide forever. Why not rip the band aid off right away?

“They don’t want you to be public with your sexuality?” Chloe raises an eyebrow questioningly.

“No, they think it could hurt me, they were also worried about the rumors that could start about us,” Beca admits.

“Like that we’re together or something?” the red head asks, clarifying Beca’s statement.

She nods in confirmation, “Yea.”

“Well I think you should be yourself,” Chloe says boldly, “it’s better to ditch the people that won’t accept you right away.”

“That’s what I think too.”

************

Beca wins all 3 Grammy’s.

The first one they announce she actually cries…on national television.

The second one, she’s so shocked she can barely walk back up to the stage.

The third one, Chloe pulls her into a hug so tight she can barely breath. She kisses her on the cheek and Beca walks to the stage beaming from ear to ear.

After a wild night of afterparties, Beca can barely open her eyes the next morning. She vaguely registers the presence of someone else in her bed. She finally manages to roll over and sees a mop of red hair splayed out on the pillow next to her. Both girls had only had the energy to strip out of their dresses and fell asleep in their bras and underwear.

A loud snore escapes her best friend, who is clearly still very much asleep. Beca grabs her phone and is greeted by an onslaught of messages from her PR team, manager, basically her whole team. What they had all feared has come true. Beca opens up an article her assistant attached in a text.

Beca Mitchell makes a clean sweep at her first Grammy’s…with her new girlfriend by her side

She opens another.

Beca Mitchell is Gay?

And she opens yet another.

Beca Mitchell debuts hot girlfriend and sexuality at the Grammy’s.

She rolls her eyes. People are so quick to assume. Beca doesn’t care if the world knows she’s gay, but she doesn’t want to rope Chloe into this too.

Her phone rings before she can even think about replying to one of her million messages. She steps out of the bedroom, so she won’t wake her sleeping best friend.

“Did you see it?” the voice of her lead PR person rings through her ears.

“Yea I saw, what should we do?”

“Do you think you can fake date Chloe for a while?”

“What!?!” Beca screeches into the phone.

“Beca you’ve gained thousands….millions of followers overnight. People are eating this up. They love that you’re gay, they love your girlfriend, it would really help your image.”

“Oh, so now it’s ok that I’m gay.”

“That’s not what I meant, it was always ok.”

“Not really, but ok, you want to exploit my sexuality and make Chloe fake date me. You want to rope her into this mess just so people will like me?”

“It sounds really harsh when you say it that way.”

“That’s because it is.”

Beca hangs up the phone angrily before he can even think of responding. When she walks back in the room, Chloe is sitting up, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“What was that about?” she yawns.

“So, the whole world thinks you’re my girlfriend,” Beca plops back down onto the bed tiredly.

“Oh, wow,” Chloe looks as surprised as she can for how not awake she is.

“And my PR team wants us to fake date for a while, because apparently the world loves gay Beca and her hot red head girlfriend,” Beca rolls her eyes, “but don’t worry, I’m going to tell them no.”

Chloe looks at her like she’s dumb, “Why?”

“Because we aren’t dating?” Beca is looking at her just as confused.

“If it’ll help your image, I don’t mind doing it for a while,” Chloe shrugs.

“Doesn’t it feel wrong and weird to you?”

“It might be a little weird, but it’s not like we’re putting on the ball and chain. We can do it for a while, then ‘break up’” Chloe says, making air quotes with her fingers.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Beca double checks.

“Yea why not? This is the most action I’ll have gotten in a while,” Chloe winks at her teasingly.

“You’re so weird,” Beca shoves her before calling her PR team back.

************

The world absolutely eats up Beca Mitchell and her “new girlfriend” Chloe. Chloe is launched into fame so quickly that neither of them have time to process it.

“Dating” Chloe is also easier than Beca was expecting. It’s easy and fun. Beca likes taking her on dates, she likes making cute Instagram posts. She likes gushing about her budding relationship in interviews. By the looks of it, Chloe is having just as much fun as she is. It makes her wonder if the feelings they are pretending are as fake as they claim.

“Bec?” Chloe walks over to her, phone outstretched.

“Yea?”

“Take a cute pic with me, I need to make a new post,” the red head sits down and wiggles herself as close as she can to Beca.

Chloe leans in close and pecks Beca on the cheek, capturing it all with her phone. Beca can still feel her cheek tingling where Chloe’s lips had been. It’s been that way lately, her heart speeds up whenever she’s around her best friend. Sparks fly up her arm when they hold hands.

Does Chloe feel it too? How fake is this anymore?

“So has your PR team told you when we should break up?” Chloe asks nonchalantly as she makes her Instagram post.

Beca feels her heart break in two at the question, she knew it would be something they’d talk about soon, “I don’t know, I can ask them.”

“No rush,” Chloe says sweetly, smiling at Beca.

Beca nods, trying to swallow back an unexpected batch of tears. She definitely won’t rush this. Beca has decided she wants to prolong their “dating” for as long as she can, because as much as she hates to admit it. She has feelings for Chloe.

Maybe Chloe will eventually have feelings for her too.

#bechloe week #bechloe week 2020 #pp fanfic #bechloe #my stuff

[tanoraqui]

[previous]

so there’s fog, you know, soft and empty fog, except that sometimes there are people in it. There are songs, soft and sweet, except the song about the woman named Janet isn’t allowed at all - the song- the song his...the song for which He beats him, when he sings, beats him and beats him until he can’t taste anything but blood, and he swallows it and sings louder for spite - and feels terrible immediately, for disrespecting Him so terribly. 

Acacia comes for him, dresses him and scares off his attendants, and he remember...Wei Wuxian remembers a little...

“Your daughter’s dead,” he says abruptly, as they pretend to have every right to walk the corridors. “Your lost Rhodia - but she had a son.”

“What?” says Acacia, hungry.

“He’s a bit of a brat,” Wei Wuxian says, in the contemplative way of someone still partly asleep. “But only because he’s loved and well-cared for, and knows it. Also because he’s a brat. He sent me here.”

Acacia pulls him along a little faster

But they don’t make it. Blind Michael’s more clever, more cruel lieutenants interrupt them, and Blind Michael himself, and Wei Wuxian is dressed for a Ride and a wedding, and Blind Michael becomes a god in his eyes, through his eyes - and they Ride

oh, how they Ride.

With a thousand eyes and none his own, Wei Wuxian sees it: through the cold-capped mountains they Ride, horse-hides steaming in the clouds. Through the sea-wide lakes they Ride, over and under. Through the stony hills they Ride, and all the beasts scatter in their wake. Through the golden streets they Ride, and human and faerie alike cower.

until the Hunt reaches a lightly flooded crossroads, and with a thousand eyes and none, Wei Wuxian watches a woman form from the water. She’s dressed like a pirate and stands like a queen; her skin is darkly scaled and her teeth are as sharp as a shark’s. 

“With the holy water in her hand,” she shouts with a captain’s voice, “she cast the compass round. At twelve o'clock the fairy court, came riding o'er the mound.” And, “Michael, this is ending.”

[NB: our lyrics for this evening are “Tam Lin” by Steeleye Span, my favorite version of the song/poem]

Hands pull Wei Wuxian down from his horse in the confusion, drag him forward and pin him in a vicious headlock just above water just deep enough to drown. He struggles to return to his lord and he goes limp and hopes the familiar arms will flip him over, into the water facefirst

He can’t quite see who’s holding him; the Huntfold gaze he’s part of is still focused on Blind Michael and his half-sister

“Get out of my way, daughter of Titania,” he sneers, and probably several other things. “You have no right to be here, tonight.”

“Oh, am I the one being a selfish, manipulative egomaniac?” Amphitrite calls back. “But fine.” She stamps her foot as a child in temper, a woman drawing a line in the sand, and the air reeks of ocean and fresh kills, deep currents ripple in the flooded intersection. She points toward the held figure near her feet. “That’s my descendent you’ve got there, by birth if not by blood, and I want him back. He was under my protection when you took him, and he owes me a debt.”

several other Riders have been pulled down, too, now struggling and limp in the hands of unseen strangers

“You have no right!” Blind Michael snarls again (only a child in temper)

“Friends and family and companions of blood always have a right.” Amphitrite warns one last time, “You can still walk away, Michael. I don’t really want you to - I’m not Annie. But I’ll let you.”

“Who would come for him?” Blind Michael demands.

“Lan Wangji, heir to the Duchy of Cloud Recesses,” a voice says from above him, as cool as though it was rude of Blind Michael to ask. “My claim precedes yours.”

“Wen Qing.” “Wen Ning.” They speak almost at the same time, Wen Qing somehow sounding exasperated through her steely determination, and Wen Ning only, rarely, confident in his. “He’s our idiot.” “He’s our friend.”

“Luo Qingyang, formerly of the Court of Golden Sun,” says the one holding down his legs, and for the first time, Wei Wuxian scrambles completely organically to remember. Wait, that’s not- Mianmian? “Wei Wuxian saved my life, and those of many I love, and I don’t see why that debt should go unpaid.”

“Jiang Yanli,” declares the one with a firm arm around his neck, “Princess-consort of the Kingdom of Golden Sun and heir to the Duchy of Lotus Lakes. I’m bringing my didi home.” 

She speaks with such furious intent that he almost expects to see Madam Yu when he looks up, a thousand eyes fading to just his own. But it’s his shijie who smiles down at him, and tightens her headlock (Madam Yu would approve)

Blind Michael raises his hand and change hurts (change always hurts) but Wei Wuxian was made for it. He is sleek and long and made of nothing but muscle - and fang and poison, and desperation to escape the grip that suddenly slips on his neck. He is nothing but neck. He slides and twists and swipes his tail, and the grip tightens around his middle with a startled gasp. He twists and rears and lunges and bites, sinks venom into blood and the grip goes slack - 

- and the best Daoine Sidhe blood-healer in a generation, in several generations, slaps Jiang Yanli’s back and grimaces, and Jiang Yanli grits her teeth and tightens her hold and above and before them, Amphitrite chants, “They've shaped him in her arms, into an roaring snake. She's held him fast and feared him not, to be her lovely mate.”

Another change. Wei Wuxian is a beast of dark fur and gnashing teeth, slashing claws and sharp as a sword and twice as savage. He is the wildness of the Hunt itself. He swipes at his captor - he cannot be contained, he will not be contained - and strikes her across the cheek; he writhes and snarls and - 

- a pale hand shoves a sachet into his face; a glimpse of ice-blue eyes and a strong hand shoves his head down into it, his nose, and orders, “Calm.” He inhales to snarl and strike again and breathes in pure, alchemically enhanced catnip and...it’s kind of like being hit with a truck, if the truck was dreamy serenity but also raw LSD. He wants to escape the arms now locking more firmly around his neck, but he also wants to nuzzle up into Lan Zhan’s hand now scratching his head, and also never take his head out of this really amazing-smelling bag...

“They've shaped him in her arms, to a wood black beast so wild. She's held him fast and feared him not, the father of her child!“

A third. Wei Wuxian is heat, is pain, is light, screaming, ecstasy, agony, destruction, life, fire. (“They've shaped him in her arms again, fire burning bold!”) He isn’t sure he even wants to go back to Blind Michael, but he can’t stop burning. (“She's held him fast and feared him not, till he was iron cold!”) Jiang Yanli cries out and Wen Ning grabs her arms to keep them steady, gasping in pain himself, and Luo Qingyang drags all three of them down into the water, which does very little but -  

“ - They've shaped him in her arms at last, into a naked man,” Amphitrite calls at the last. “She's wrapped him in the green mantle, and knew that she had him won.” And at last it is true: Wei Wuxian sags, exhausted and bruised and not a little blood, his own and his sister’s and his friends’.

He licks his lips absentmindedly, and realizes he���s naked when Lan Wangji looks away with a stiff expression. Luo Qingyang rolls her eyes and pulls a spare robe out of somewhere and throws it over him, and it catches Jiang Yanli as well, because she does wait to hold him closer and cry-laugh against his shoulder. “A-Xian! Are you okay? We were so worried! You’re not to do that again, do you hear me?”

“Ah, shijie,” Wei Wuxian gives a laughs right back, only a little fake. “I’m always okay! And you - ” He’s about to say something about how magnificent she was, but a dash of his memory catches up and he actually does pull away from her a little just enough to look in her face with horror. “Wait, Princess-consort - no! Shijie, you didn’t marry the peacock?!”

(while around them other families reunite, and a few weep - not all held tight enough. while Blind Michael shouts and whines his protest and Amphitrite invites him to fight or fuck off)

Jiang Yanli smiles tearfully. “I wanted to wait for you, we all did, but...” Her shrug encompasses everything from true love to royal politics. But her smile both widens and softens as her hand runs over her stomach. “I’m even pregnant already.”

Wei Wuxian almost smiles, before he sits up with a horrified start. “No - Janet’s first baby didn’t - Wen Qing! Wen Qing, is the baby okay?!”

His panic is infectious; Jiang Yanli’s eyes widen and Wen Qing drops to her knees and presses her hands to Jiang Yanli’s side, swipes a drop of blood from her cheek and tastes it, and all stop until she says, “The baby’s fine. You should rest, though. Both of you. All of us.”

Blind Michael and his Hunt turn away in shame, ride away in defeat...all but one. Acacia lingers, golden.

Two figures wade carefully through Amphitrite’s flooded crossroads to greet her, one head black and the other dark, dark red. 

“Grandmother,” says Nie Huaisang, part curiosity and part awe. 

Acadia reaches out without a thought. Her hand stops in the air above Amphitrite’s lapping waves (which wouldn’t last for much longer, not on land, but for now still fought back the touch of Blind Michael’s realm). 

She smiles sadly as her hand drops. “You do look like her. I don’t suppose you’d like to come home with me?”

Nie Huaisang bites his lip with the longing of a faerie meeting (one of) his Firstborn for the first time. But he says decisively, “No thank you. It seems kind of terrible.” He hesitates. “Would you...like to come home with me?”

Acacia doesn’t laugh, though her smile twists like she might have, once. “Would you pull me through into my sisters waters yourself, child? Would you hold me tight and fear me not, and set me free?”

“If Huaisang cannot, I’d be happy to, Lady,” says Nie Mingjue, every maiden’s picture of a strapping young knight and duke. “My brother’s family is mine, by definition, and Lady Rhodia is much-loved by all of Butcher’s Hill, whether or not she still dances with us.”

“I’m glad,” she tells him, after a pause the length of a flower petal’s breadth, and turns her gaze back to Nie Huaisang. “But, no. Live well, grandson. If you ever take your bloody hero’s Choice - ” her gaze flicks over his shoulder to Wei Wuxian, and back - “I hope you choose your mother. You have her wits as well as her face.” 

And she turns and rides away without another word.

And for a brief while, it’s over.

TBC

#mdzs #the untamed #october daye #my fic #flash forward 15 years to jin ling who's a perfectly normal daoine sidhe-merrow halfblood thank you very much #except that okay he CAN slide from one end of the spectrum to the other at will #like it hurts like hell but he can do it #can't change anyone else but can do himself #all hallow's eve ride change magic man. it messes up the in utero

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For Beetlelands Week 2020

Title: Write Like the Wind

Fandom: Beetlejuice (Musical)

Rating: T

Ships: Beetlejuice/Adam/Barbara

Prompt: One Bed

Summary: Adam wants to do something for nerd-kind now that he has ghostly powers. Beetlejuice and Barbara help out. Spoilers for The Winds of Winter.

When Beetlejuice returned from the Netherworld, he came back powerful. Barbara wasn’t exactly sure how—the story changed with each telling. 

But he returned with enough power to teleport her and Adam pretty much anywhere he could visualize. Thanks to Google Street View, he could visualize quite a few things.

Being able to teleport was very helpful when Adam had a specific request.

The ghosts and demon appeared inside a very fancy home, with sunlight streaming in the windows. Beetlejuice was hovering between Barbara and Adam, holding their hands. Barbara suspected this wasn’t strictly part of his teleportation ability, but it was a nice excuse to hold hands.

The demon shimmered in and out briefly, wincing.

“Everything okay?” Barbara asked.

“Teleporting all the way to New Mexico is a lot. We’re definitely gonna need to stop by a bolt-hole on the way back.” According to Beetlejuice, undead travellers could recharge in places with a lot of “death energy”—graveyards, usually, or famous battlefields.

The clicking of a keyboard drew the three of them to an office where a large, grey-haired man sat in front of his computer.

Adam sucked in a breath. “There he is,” he whispered.

Beetlejuice rolled his eyes. “Sexy, you’re dead. He can’t hear you.” Sure enough, the writer hadn’t turned around at the sound of Beetlejuice’s voice.

“Oh.” Adam looked a bit disappointed. “I guess I just assumed that he’d be attuned to the supernatural. He’s a master of the sci-fi/fantasy genre! Anyway, let’s go see what he’s working on.” He crossed his fingers as the three of them huddled around the author’s computer screen.

Barbara felt a bit awkward reading over someone’s shoulder, and looked politely aside. She’d never gotten into sci-fi and fantasy the way Adam had; he’d know better than she would what they were looking at.

Her husband’s face fell. “Wild Cards?!” he spluttered. “Wild freaking Cards! I know he only edits the anthologies, but they’re a distraction!” He ran his hands through his hair. “Just write the books, George!”

“I can take over his computer and threaten to start deleting files until the books are done!” Beetlejuice crowed. “Make it seem like he’s got a computer virus!”

Adam’s gaze flicked between Beetlejuice and the author’s computer a few times.

Barbara cleared her throat.

“No, of course not,” Adam said quickly. “Thanks for saving me from myself, sweetie.” He kissed her cheek. He focused on the author, holding out his hand. “Sorry about this.”

The author stopped what he was doing. He saved then exited out of the document. Adam searched through the computer files for a moment then made the author open up a document titled The Winds of Winter.

The document opened after a few moments. ‘Want to pick up where you left off?’ Word asked helpfully, and the author clicked on it. There were a bunch of unfamiliar words and names on the page that showed up.

No sense in me reading this. Barbara decided to look around a famous author’s office. She’d expected him to have a bunch of memorabilia from the TV show, but the furnishings were really quite ordinary. Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of bookshelves filled with books.

There was silence from the author, whose fingers were poised over the keyboard.

“C’mon, Sexy, get writing.” Beetlejuice hovered in mid-air, bobbing slightly. He was also eyeing the author’s office, but he was probably wondering where to put spiders.

“Er, there’s no way I can give him partial control, can I? I can’t write the next book!”

“Not how it works, newb.”

Adam sighed. “Okay. Um, my thoughts definitely won’t be his, but maybe I can make a start. Barbara, you took that course in creative writing in college, right? Do you have any tips?” Adam was an amazing man with many good qualities, but pure creativity wasn’t one of them.

“I can try, but I wasn’t writing award-winning fantasy novels back in college.” Barbara dredged up some memories of the TV show. “Maybe you should make the White Walkers show up! You know, inject some tension.”

“It’s an Arianne Martel chapter.”

Barbara had no idea what that meant. “Um…have a dragon show up?”

“I appreciate the thought, but Arianne is going to treat with Young Griff, and the entire point is that he’s a supposed Targaryen that doesn’t have dragons.”

Beetlejuice spoke up. “Have some brothers and sisters bone. Shove a little smut in there.”

“Not only does that not work in this chapter, I’m also not comfortable with that.”

“Or skip to a Dany chapter,” Barbara suggested. “I just want good things for her. How’s she doing, anyway?”

“Not well.” Adam made the author pull up a Dany chapter. He watched the blinking cursor for a few moments, frowning in thought.

Beetlejuice added, “You could write a bunch of dialogue in what’s basically a white room and see where it takes you. That’s an A-plus writing strategy, right there.”

Adam sighed, rubbing his forehead. After a few more moments of intense concentration, he looked away from the computer screen.

The author shook his head, blinking a few times.

“Maybe just having the document open will prompt him to write?” Adam asked hopefully.

The author closed out of The Winds of Winter and went back to a document called Wild Cards_edits.

Adam’s shoulders slumped.

Beetlejuice hovered closer. “Just casually mentioning that we can take out the phone, snap some pics of these new chapters, and threaten to leak them if he doesn’t write the books.”

“Photos of chapters over his shoulder?” Barbara said. “That’s pretty terrifying.”

The demon chuckled darkly.

“Ah. And that was exactly the point.” Beetlejuice might have changed a lot since his return from the Netherworld, but his love of fear and chaos that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“No, Beetlejuice,” Adam said. “It wouldn’t work anyway. What kind of writing would you get if someone was bullied into it?”

“Bleh, you’re no fun. Where to next, Sexy? That Rothfuss guy?”

“Let’s just go home.”

“Have to make a quick stop first, but okay.” Beetlejuice grabbed their hands and teleported them away.

They landed in someplace pitch black. Beetlejuice lit a match of neon green fire, revealing a small underground crypt barely large enough for the three of them. Every surface was draped with dust and cobwebs. A half-open coffin showed patchy, stained velvet. If there was a door to this crypt, the match didn’t reveal it.

Beetlejuice tilted his head. “Ahhh, that’s better.” He frowned slightly, as if listening to something. Barbara couldn’t hear anything. “Yep, think it’s still sandworm free! Lemme just recharge for a while.”

“You’ve been here before?” she asked.

“Nah, but I saw drawings from some ghost hunters back in the Netherworld. Ghost hunters can go topside to bring ghosts back, and they need places to rest, too.”

“So, ghost hunters are ghosts who hunt other ghosts?”

“Yeah, and they’re the worst. The Bureau of the Dead won’t let anyone go topside unless they’re a boot-licker. But it was good to know a few of their tricks when I got banished up here.”

Barbara glanced at Adam, who normally would’ve loved Netherworld lore. It wasn’t every day that Beetlejuice opened up about a place that was, in his words, “total Meh-ville.” But Adam wasn’t even listening. The gloomy atmosphere of the crypt fit his gloomy expression perfectly.

“Hey,” Barbara said softly. When Adam turned her way, she squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out the way you wanted it to.”

“I guess art just has to happen at its own pace. You can’t force it. I just feel bad for all the other dead readers who’ll never get to read the end of the series. All they’ll have is the TV show’s ending.” He snorted in disgust.

“Maybe you planted a seed. Who knows? Inspiration is a funny thing.”

“And there’s always fanfic,” Beetlejuice added.

“It’s not the same,” Adam said with a sigh.

“Heh, speaking of fanfic….” Beetlejuice hopped into the coffin. “Oh noooo. There’s only one bed!”

Barbara and Adam stared at him. She had no idea what he was talking about.

Beetlejuice huffed. “Oh, come on. None of you ever read a romance fic? Hell, a romance novel?”

“No,” Adam said.

“Not really my thing,” Barbara added. She was a fan of biographies and autobiographies of famous people, personally. “And, also? Not a bed. It’s a coffin. And sleeping in a coffin is also not my thing.”

“Jesus, so picky.” Beetlejuice snapped his fingers, and the coffin became their bed at home. “Get over here.” He hesitated then said, “Please.” Barbara and Adam had had conversations with him about asking instead of demanding; happily, it looked like those conversations were sticking.

Beetlejuice had just done them a huge favour, and a little cuddling might cheer Adam up. Barbara went to join Beetlejuice, shooting a questioning glance at Adam. He followed them, though he was still brooding.

She and Beetlejuice let Adam slide between them as the three sorted themselves out. (Sometimes, Beetlejuice would throw in extra limbs or a few clones just for the added challenge.) After some scooching and wriggling, Barbara’s cheek rested on Adam’s shoulder as she stroked his chest gently and held his left hand. Beetlejuice had one arm over the two of them and was, for some reason, nibbling on Adam’s hair, which sometimes became kissing the top of his head. After a while, you got used to a certain amount of weirdness.

Gradually, Adam began to relax. First, the tension left his shoulders. Then, he cracked his neck and his jaw untightened. (He’d needed to wear a mouthguard when he slept when he was alive. He was always grinding his teeth.)

“Maybe…” he murmured. “Maybe I could write the ending to the books. It’ll be fanfic, but it’ll be something, at least. I can work on that project while the Deetzes are asleep. I’ve never written fic before, but I could try. It’s not like I need to eat or sleep. And I’ve been looking for a new project ever since I finished the model.” His model of the town had a place of pride in the attic, which the Maitlands had cleaned out and repurposed into an arts and crafts room. They still kept up with their hobbies, but they had fewer now that they were busy rehabilitating Beetlejuice and parenting Lydia.

“I’m sure it’ll be great, hon.” Barbara kissed his cheek. “I’ll help however I can.”

“And I can tell you all about what fic tropes you can put in!” Beetlejuice said. “Or what fic tropes we can do ourselves.” He must’ve been thinking about some sexual ones, for he chortled and squeezed Adam’s butt. “Gotta keep the rating PG-13 for Beetlelands Week, but…you know which ones.” He winked at no one in particular, it seemed. Sometimes, he pretended he had an audience; Barbara and Adam just ignored it.

Beetlejuice moved to nuzzling Adam’s throat. After a few moments, he began patting Barbara’s hair.

Barbara giggled. “Aren’t you supposed to be recharging?”

“It’s called multitasking, baby.” Idly, he commented, “Shit, fluff is hard to end. How do you even end something that by its nature has low stakes and minimal conflict?”

What was he talking about? Barbara shrugged.

Adam thoughtfully said, “Maybe with a kiss?”

“Hah!” Barbara couldn’t help but grin when Beetlejuice laughed like that. This wasn’t an evil cackle or a dark chuckle, but an open, cheerful sound that she’d been hearing more and more since they’d started dating. “Perfect! You’re so ready to be a fic writer, Sexy!”

Beetlejuice kissed Adam on the lips, and the cuddling in a false bed in an underground crypt continued.

Not for the first time, Barbara reflected, My afterlife is so weird.

But it did have its perks.

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Very Good Friends (Chapter 15)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8]  [Chapter 9]  [Chapter 10]  [Chapter 11]  [Chapter 12]  [Chapter 13]  [Chapter 14]

Reader x Henry Cavill, Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!!   Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression,  humiliation, and some of the good kind of fluff to make us feel better. Smut (the happy good kind) comes later on in the story… Several chapters down the road… I promise!!!

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If you are okay with reading those things then enjoy the tale below the cut.

Feedback  and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any   personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the   Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested.   GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.

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You wake the next morning to a pair of bloodshot blue eyes peering down at you. Henry is gently shaking you, telling you it's time to get up. He asks why you're snuggling your pillow with his shirt on it. You giggle, “Cuz you were plastered last night Hen and I knew if I climbed in bed with you, we’d end up doing just what we said we shouldn’t.” you tell him. You also decide not to tell him that he told you he loved you and that he tried to kiss you last night, knowing it would make him upset and feel awkward.

His eyes widen and he says, “Oh God. Fuck! Glad one of us was sober then.” as he rubs his face. “Headache?” you ask. He nods.

You watch as he sighs and meanders over to the kitchen. He picks up his cell and sees all the missed calls and texts. His eyes open wide when he listens to the messages and sees the texts. He looks up at you and you wave your phone at him. “She called me last night after you were asleep. We talked and I explained what really happened. She said she’d take care of it.” you explain. He rubs his face and growls. “Can’t even go have fun without some shithead taking pics and lying about us!” he rumbles.

“I know, Hen, I know.” You say as you stand and walk over to him after you unwrap from your burrito. He watches you and chuckles. “Why do you wrap up like that?” he asks.

You shrug. “It makes me feel like I’m in a cocoon. Safe and warm.” you tell him as you approach. He is leaning against the counter waiting for the coffeemaker to do it’s thing. You lean against him and wrap your arms around his waist. He puts his chin on your head and sighs.

“How did they find us? How did they know where we were at?” he asks.

You tell him that his Agent and Publicist thinks someone attached a GPS tracker to his car somewhere. You tell him they are tiny, only a half inch in length and are hard to spot. You explain to him the plan you and the Publicist worked out to try to catch who the leaker is. He nods and agrees to go along with the plan. You inform him his car is still at the bowling alley and that his publicist was going to have the police check it for the tracker, then return it to the parking lot here for him. He nods, grabs his coffee and thanks you for taking care of him last night. “Sorry, I got carried away with the beers.” He apologizes. “It’s okay, Bear. You needed to relax too. You’ve been under just as much stress as I have and needed an outlet too.” You re-assure him.

The two of you get dressed and head to filming. You both are quiet today, and everyone notices the shift in mood. A few ask Henry if the two of you are ok. He nods. “Just tired of all the bullshit and drama someone keeps trying to cause.” he says quietly.

The two of you make it through the next few days, focusing on work and getting enough sleep. Henry is happy to see you snuggling with him in your comforter burrito the next few mornings. He grins and kisses your face all over till you are giggling and laughing as you try to pull your arms out of the burrito to push him away. He is laughing this morning, and gives you one more peck on the nose for good measure.

“Ready to catch us a leaker?” he asks with a mischievous grin. As the two of you are walking out of the studio building after a grueling morning of meetings with the studio regarding your rape case. The two of you and a few members of the crew have to testify in two weeks which put a kink in filming. You both agreed to give up some of your free days to make up for the loss of filming for the two days of hearings. So, the film could still be released on time. You both knew you’d be exhausted by the end of it, but you both agreed it was the right thing to do since the studio was being so cooperative with the case.

You walked arm in arm to the car happy you could use it now that the police had found the GPS tracker someone had stuck to the back side of the license plate. Henry helped you into your seat and closed the door. He noticed your assistant slip into her car and then take off. He made a note of her car and the color and model as he watched her leave. He got in and you saw the frown on his face. “What’s the matter, Bear?” you ask.

He tells you he saw your assistant heading out and just left it at that. He was worried she may have attached another tracker to his car. The two of you head to the restaurant and Henry’s frown deepens when he sees your assistant’s car parked a block away with a person in the passenger side, but not the driver’s side. He says nothing to you about it and screws on his happy face. He gets out of the car and helps you out of the passenger side. He tosses the keys to the valet, who takes it and parks it in the lot for the restaurant.

Henry ushers you inside and the two of you enjoy a nice lunch. You both make sure to discuss work and the press junkets. Henry tells you about past ones he has been on and gives you an idea of the kinds of questions they ask. The two of you are enjoying yourselves when the manager comes over to quietly warn Henry of the paparazzi gathering outside. He offers to let you out the back and can have Henry’s car brought back there if he likes.

Henry thanks him and whispers to him that the two of you are trying to catch the person responsible for leaking info to the press so you two need to head out the front. To let the press gather and he’ll deal with it. The manager nods and pats Henry’s back. “Good luck then, Mr. Cavill.” he says. Henry thanks him again for his help and discretion. The manager nods, “Any time, Sir. You are one of our favourite patrons.” he says with a smile and a nod before heading back to his office.

“Ready to face the madness?” Henry quietly asks you as he moves behind you to help you with your chair as you stand to leave. “As long as you’re with me, I am.” you tell him, and he offers you his arm. The two of you stop at the counter and he pays for the meal. His car is waiting for him when you both exit the restaurant and the paparazzi goes wild, hollering and snapping pictures.

Henry growls quietly and tries to push through them, but they are being more zealous this time. “Get out of my way!” he bellows and shoves some of the photographers to the side when they refuse to move. His grip on your wrist is tight, almost to the point of hurting. But you keep your face screwed in a neutral expression.

Just as you get to the car the police arrive and one particular photographer just won’t let up and keeps getting in Henry’s face. Henry gets you in the car and shuts the door. The valet hands you the keys and backs away. You can tell Henry is quickly losing his cool and one final look from him sends the photographer running. Henry sees he is headed in the direction of the car he saw earlier, and he mouths to you, “Stay here!” and bolts after the photographer.

The cops come up to you after shooing away the paparazzi and ask if you’re ok. You say you are, but he had better go follow Henry, you point to where he’s chasing after the photographer. The officer nods and runs after them. The cop catches up to Henry just as he catches the photographer. Henry grabs the photographer as he opens the car door and slams the guy against it. “Who tipped you off to us being there?!?” Henry growls at the man angrily.

“Nnnn-no one!” the photographer stammers.

“Bullshit!” Henry says furious. “Someone told you that we’d be there! NO one knew about those reservations outside of my publicist and the restaurant and my friend’s assistant!” he fumes. “Now WHO INFORMED YOU!” he bellows again. Seething with anger.

“H-h-her!” the photographer points to a woman approaching the car, who stops, takes one look at them and bolts. “Get her!” Henry yells at the cop. “She’s the leaker!” he bellows.

The cop chases her down and the two are arrested. Henry is still fuming when he gets back to you. He climbs into the car and just sits there for a moment trying to calm down. “How bout we go for a walk.” you suggest quietly as you put your hand on his that was resting on the stick shift.

He nods and you give him the keys. He starts the car and peals out of the parking spot heading for a nearby lake. He pulls up in an empty lot and parks off to the side. He lays his head back and heaves a huge sigh. “It was her.” is all he says.

You look down and sigh. Not knowing what to say. He takes your hand and kisses it. “Come on.” he says and gets out of the car. He helps you out and the two of you walk arm in arm to the lake shore. You both take off your shoes and socks and leave them by a bench. Henry rolls up his pant legs and you both walk for a while in the water along the lake shore; Henry finally cools off and calms down. “I still don’t understand why she did it?” you finally say. “Did I do something to piss her off?” you ask.

Henry shrugs. “I don’t know, Kitten.” he says as he stands behind you, his chin on your head and his arms wrapped around yours as you two watch the sun set. The waves of the lake lapping against your ankles. You sigh. “I can’t wait till we are done with all this rat race and can be a couple.” you say quietly.

Henry moves his head to your shoulder. “You sure that’s what you want, Kitten?” he asks. You nod. “I know we both want the same thing, Hen. I’m ready for it whenever you decide you’re ready to take a break and step back from acting for a while. Until then, I just want to be with you. I’m willing to travel with you and take care of Kal so you don’t have to hire a dog sitter all the time. I know you’ve missed him. That way he can be with you as you travel.” you say.

He looks at you in amazement. “You sure about this, Kitten?” He asks again. You chuckle. “What are you, a broken record stuck on skip?” you tease. He hugs you. “I just want to make sure you won’t regret this. It’s a big step going from friends to a legit couple. And there’s no knowing if your acting career might take off after this film is released.” he says.

You nod. “I know. Hen. But you’ve stuck with me through all this bullshit, when you didn’t have to. You risked your reputation to be seen with me after the news broke of the rape.” you say. “I love you, Henry Cavill, and I will always be grateful for the way you supported and encouraged me and how you treated me during all this. You’re a wonderful man and I couldn’t ask for or find anyone better suited to be mine.” you tell him. He grins and gives you a hug. “A few more months.” he says quietly, “Then I’m officially all yours.” he says. “I love you, Kitten.” He tells you and give you a peck on the nose with his lips. You giggle and squeeze his arm.

You both sigh, and walk back to the bench. The cool grass drying your feet and removing most of the sand.

You both head back to the car after putting socks and shoes back on. Henry drives the two of you back to the trailers, he calls his agent and publicist letting them know the plan worked and it was your PA who was the leak. He hangs up and the two of you are emotionally exhausted and climb into your respective beds after goodnight hugs are exchanged.

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When the Truth Comes Out (P.2)

Title: When the Truth Comes Out (Part 2) Summary: Reader/Professor Novak. The reader is in graduate school and has fallen into a surreptitious relationship with her married professor. Professor Novak is educated, handsome, and fascinating. But he has an issue of drawing healthy boundaries for him and the reader. And it all comes to a head when their secret is found out and everything has to change. Words: 3,368 Warnings: Smut, ***ANGST***, infidelity, emotional abuse, eventual happiness(?idk if it’s super happy but lmfao)

Author’s Note: Another warning, the reader is far too dependent on him. And Castiel is very emotionally manipulative! If that is triggering, please don’t read on. I promise I’ll update the oh so much more healthy (lol) Bartender!Cas this week.

Part One || Part 3 || Fanfic masterpost || Masterpost (mobile)

You brought the bottle back to your lips. You were taking pulls straight from the bottle, sitting on your bed, covered in your blankets. Leaning your head back on the wall, you sniffled, threatening to sob all over again. You were thankful your roommate was over at her girlfriend’s, so she was not here to ask you questions and you were allowed to cry as loudly and as long as you pleased.

Castiel had texted you at five times since you had stormed out of his office last night. The first three had been pleading for you to speak with him. The last two you could tell he was losing patience.

Don’t do this to me. This is unfair and you know better.

The last one he had sent.

You had almost thrown your phone into the wall when you read that one. He was one to talk about things unfair. You had given him everything in the last two years and it was all in secret. It was exhausting keeping a relationship like yours private and you knew there was the potential of this happening. In all honesty, deep down, you knew he could not leave her, would not, not when everything was flimsy around his parent’s health. Not when he had a great job here, a nice house. This child was something to ground the two of them and give him some piece of happiness they had wanted for so long.

It was infuriating that he tried to talk you out of your anger, as if it was not warranted. You had left because there was the large possibility, he would have been able to; he had a way with words and breaking down your walls. It was safer to leave to avoid that. You needed time with your thoughts.

The bottle touched your lips again and you took another drink. Sniffling, tears fell down your cheeks. You hated that she was pregnant. You hated feeling sorry for her now – and not before – to the point that you were reluctant to pursue any further relationship with Castiel. And it made you angry you felt sorry.

But mostly you hated that you dreaded the fact that you knew eventually you would crumble in your resolve in giving him the cold shoulder. He was just too damn important to you; you basked in his praise and affection. What if you pushed him too far and he stopped reaching out to you at all? The thought terrified you. Yet did you deserve the way he was willing to treat you?

You just wanted to sleep. You had not been able to since you had left his office. It was now 3:00am. You were just sad and drunk, and you only wanted to sleep. You took another long drink before placing the bottle on the side table. You felt lightheaded as you snuggled down into your blankets, clutching your phone.

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Are you just going to keep ignoring me?

Y/N, if you’re planning to wreck me, at least have the respect to tell me.

You scoffed loudly. Of course he was worried about that. You threw your phone onto your bed, turning away to look at yourself in the mirror.

“You shouldn’t be texting me since she knows your password,” you muttered underneath your breath scornfully, pulling at the fabric of the dress. It was tight at your hips, cut just mid-thigh. You were contemplating going to the bar and finding someone. You had not had a one-night stand in years and you wanted to release some pent up anger and how better to do that than having a wild night with a guy?

A day had passed and Castiel was still texting and calling you. You had woken up hung over yesterday – not a surprise and texted him curtly back telling him you were vomiting and just wanted to sleep. You immediately regretted it because that caused him to change course, asking you if you needed anything that he could bring you. It only served to make you more upset because you knew he was sincere in the offer – how many times had he paid for your groceries for instance? – but you could see through the surface too; he had seen an avenue to get his foot back in the door and did not hesitate.

The guy you took home that night was the complete opposite of Castiel, long haired and lean. His hands were calloused, skin traced with tattoos. He gave you what you wanted though, freedom from your thoughts as you drowned in pleasure with him.

When he fell asleep next to you early in the morning, though, the thoughts crept back in. You had gone years without sleeping with anyone else and the realization you had broken the streak made you feel powerful more than anything. You were still desirable, and you had enjoyed the different way he handled you.

You picked up your phone, itching to confess to Castiel, to hurt him like he had hurt you. Maybe him seeing you with someone else would set a fire underneath his ass.

You giggled to yourself when the flash off, making sure it had not woken the guy up. You had only taken one of his back since he was facing away from you. The blanket was at his waist, exposing his back, his hair sprawled over the pillow.

I had a fun night. Did you? you sent attached with a picture.

<> <> <>

Castiel did not respond to your picture.

This was it; you had pushed him too far.

Too many times you had picked up your phone today, opening your texts to send him something. But there was nothing that came to mind that would suffice. There was some remorse, but you did not want to apologize… not really. The ball was in his court in how he wanted to proceed and that scared the shit out of you. You had relinquished the control you had been holding.

It was hard to focus but you needed to, you were behind on your work from the last few days. Everything your classmate was writing about seemed trite which made it all the harder to make notes and give them feedback in your peer review. You had turned on one of your playlists you used to help to make you hone in on your work; it was helping a little bit and a little was better than nothing.

Suddenly, your phone was ringing on your desk loudly over your music next to where you were typing causing you to jump. Leaning forward, you saw it was him. You let it go to voicemail, cursing under your breath. You were afraid of what he was going to say, you wanted him to just text you what you wanted to say so you could have time to think of a good response. But you would have a voicemail more than likely. He had left a few of those too.

The ringing came again, and you shot a look over, half surprised to see it was him again. He had refrained from calling back-to-back until now. But the game had changed had it not with your move last night? You picked the phone up, your finger hovering over the answer button. Before it went to voicemail, you answered, not saying anything.

“Y/N?” His voice was tight. He waited a beat. “Are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Are you home? Your car is here.”

Confused to how he knew that you answered uncertainly, “Yes?”

“Come outside.”

“What?”

“Come outside,” he repeated, with more force this time. “You know what my car looks like.”

You heard a click, indicating he had hung up. You stared down at your phone, dumbfounded at the exchange. Was he really outside waiting in his car? The sound of heavy rain outside found your ears and you swallowed sharply, turning in your chair to look at your closet. That was when your heart began to hammer in anticipation, your lips twitching from a smile. He was there; he had come to you. That he still wanted to despite what had happened… you dressed quickly, throwing on shoes and a raincoat, not bothering to change out of your leggings and sweatshirt.

He was parked down the street in his deep blue Chevy Equinox. You had never been inside the SUV, only seen it from the outside. You had peered through the windows once, taking in the interior. You had felt envy at the high-tech dashboard, wishing you could afford a better car than you had.

When you opened the door, you hopped in quickly to escape the rain. Shivering, you closed the door, avoiding eye contact. He took off without saying anything and you rushed to put your seatbelt on. You slowly pushed your hood back, adjusting in your seat, trying to relax. Where were you going?

It was silent, unbearably quiet as he drove through the city. You wondered if he was afraid of anyone seeing you in his car. Had something happened to remove that fear?

“You’re acting like a child,” Castiel scolded, breaking the silence. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, he was gripping it so tightly. “I should not be surprised though because you still are one.”

“Wh—”

“No, I expect too much of you sometimes,” Castiel cut you off, taking his eyes off the road only for a moment to shoot you a glance. “And I shouldn’t hold that against you.”

“I’m not a child,” you protested hurt, and you hated the way your voice sounded. You sure sounded like one whining the way you were, which was not helping your case.

Castiel shook his head as he turned onto the highway heading out of town. You furrowed your brow and asked where you were going. He by stepped your question and said, “Ignoring me. Storming out of the office like you did without having a mature conversation about it. Sending me pics of someone you no doubt picked up from a bar to fuck. Everything you did and continue to do is childish, Y/N. You might not be a child physically, but you certainly aren’t mature enough to handle what needs to happen if this is to continue. That is even if you want it to.”

“I do,” you blurted, wanting to remove any doubt from his mind. Shame licked at you for how quickly you were tossing your self-respect out the window, but he sounded like he was considering ending it completely with you. That was the complete opposite of what you wanted.

“It doesn’t sure seem like it. And can you blame me with your actions last night? What were you even thinking with that little stunt?”

You said nothing, choosing to avoid eye contact and shrink into yourself.

“And why are you not going to class?” Castiel demanded, shooting you another disproving look.

He knew your schedule; you had given it to him at the beginning of the quarter, so he knew when and when not to contact you. The thought of him waiting outside of your class to try to catch you the last couple of days only to find you not there made you tense.

“You’re paying a lot of money to just sit at home,” he continued chastising you. “I understand that you are hurt but, Jesus, Y/N. Don’t spiral like you tend to.”

That dig shot your wall right back up.

“Spiral?” you asked in disbelief about his choice of word, turning in your seat to look at him. “I’m am hurt! You are right! And I have a right to feel that way. You are asking me to put everything on hold while you get ready for your baby and try to repair things with your wife.”

“Not everything, don’t be overdramatic, Y/N. Just us.”

“Then what is this?” you asked, a mixture of anxiety and anger beginning to swirl in the pit of your stomach. “If we are were supposed to be putting things on hold, why am I here in your car? Driving to who knows where?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. You really think it would be that easy for me to just stop caring?” Castiel asked you heavily. “I wanted to talk to you. Talk to you more about everything. And the car gives us privacy. Especially out at the river.”

At least he gave you answer now where the two of you were going.

“Isn’t she going to be suspicious?”

“It’s the middle of the day,” Castiel returned, taking the exit towards one of the backroads along the river. “I should be in the office.”

You wondered if he had cancelled office hours to come get you. He must have if he was not supposed to be teaching. You studied his profile, contemplating on how to progress in the conversation.

“What are you thinking about?” Castiel asked you. You shrugged, honestly. “That’s not helpful, Y/N.”

You shrugged again, sighing. “I don’t know. I don’t know what you want me to do here. I can’t just wait around. I knew, I knew, it would be like this if it ever came to light. And I was still surprised to hear you say it… that you were still going to stay. And then you have the audacity to ask me to just stay put. That’s wrong.”

Castiel let out a little chuckle and you glared at him. “’It’s wrong’. It’s wrong to ask you to hold out?”

“Yes! You get to rekindle your relationship and be cared for. And I, what? Just stay by myself? That is wrong, Castiel.” Tears stung your eyes explaining this to him. “If you are serious about trying to build things back up, then you need to let me try to find comfort somewhere too. Not leave me in the cold on a maybe.”

“It’s not a maybe—”

“Yes, it is! You could really fall back in love and this could be the thing that saves you two. And don’t even argue!” He had started to say something in retort, but you cut him off. He looked displeased but you had gained confidence to tell him how you were really feeling, despite how you were openly crying now. “You know that is a possibility. It’s a very real one. And then I would have just wasted my time being by myself when I could have been moving on.”

Castiel was quiet now as he turned onto the side road leading down to a spot by the river side.

“It’s not fair,” you muttered, crossing your arms, and staring out the window. You did not bother wiping the tears away, wanting him to see them.

The car came to a stop, Castiel putting it into park and kept it running to keep the heat on, you surmised.

Castiel turned to look at you, putting his arm across, resting his hand on the back of your seat. You risked looking out the corner of your eye at him as he sighed, “Fine. Fine, yes. It isn’t fair to ask that of you. You are right. You deserve better than that and I want to give you that. That being said, what you did really hurt me last night. It was petty. And I think you know that and you actually look remorseful, so… I’ll just have to get over it. In the future though, I hope you choose something more meaningful in someone. I don’t like it… the idea of you being with someone else, let alone...” He cleared his throat, trailing off. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts before he turned his gaze back to you, shaking his head. “But I can’t let you come to resent me; that would hurt worse. To lose you completely. We just… need to be honest with each other.”

You softened your posture as he spoke, more tears pricking your eyes. All you wanted was for him to take it back and apologize. You thought it was going to be harder than this considering how the conversation had been going.

His hand moved to come grasp you behind the neck, his thumb gently grazing your jawline. His touch was tender, and he was winning you over so easily. Had you ever had any real power at all?

“Can you be honest with me, Y/N? About anything that comes up relationship-wise? I’ve been honest with you.” Breathing shakily, you nodded. “Can you look at me?” You did as he asked, eyes glistening. He looked at you with adoration, a small smile on his face. “Thank you, love. I don’t like when you won’t look at me.” He brushed a tear away and you leaned into his touch. “I’m sorry that it came to this. I naively hoped it never would. I love you so much and don’t like seeing you hurt. I’m sorry.”

Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. He inhaled deeply before placing another slow kiss. You titled your head up in invitation and he accepted, his lips coming to rest on yours. He deepened the kiss, holding your face and you let him.

“How is this ‘fixing it’, Castiel?” you asked him, your foreheads together. “Are you just hoping it goes back to normal? It can’t. And this isn’t changing much, is it? We are still sneaking around.”

Shaking his head, Castiel told you as he pulled away to be able to look you in the eyes, “It’s not going to go back to normal. No more late nights. No more sex in the office. We’ve got to be more discreet, do what we are doing today. So yes, sneaking around still. But, during a time that it won’t draw suspicion. And it’s got to be less frequent.”

“How less frequent?” you fought to keep the whine out of your voice.

“We’ll determine that as we go along. Can we do that?” You nodded in affirmation and he smiled at you warmly. “Plus… I downloaded Snapchat. We can text there. I have the app hidden in an extra file on my phone. And we can still send pics and videos there in between. Does that sound okay with you?” You nodded again and he looked satisfied.

His eyes trailed down, and his hands followed his gaze, slipping up into your jacket to pull it off your shoulder. You reached up to stop him and he froze, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly.

“Don’t you have to get back?” you said.

“It’s only 2:00pm. Here is perfect.”

You looked around and despite the rain more than likely deterring people from walking, you were hesitant. “It’s… what if someone comes by?”

“So, what? This is the only way it’s going to work.” You did not move and Castiel pushed his hands further in, pulling your jacket down your arms. “Come on,” he coaxed you, tossing your jacket to the ground, and his hand moving back up to caress your cheek. “Crawl back there with me. I put down the seats just for us. Let me revel in you.”

Not knowing when the next time would be that you could be with him, you did as he asked, and he followed you into the back of the SUV. He had you undressed to your underwear swiftly, peppering your bare skin with kisses and soft sucks in visible places and harder where it would be safe for him to leave marks along your breasts.

He trailed soft kisses down your abdomen, keeping eye contact with you as he did so. Your breath hitched when he ran his fingers delicately up the crotch of your underwear. His fingers slipped underneath the band, entering your quickly wetting pussy. Bringing his fingers back up to his lips, he sucked earnestly.

“You taste so good,” he husked, his eyes blown black with lust. He tore your underwear off, tossing them aside. He buried his face, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

As your hands clenched into fists feeling his tongue lap at you, you pushed everything else from your mind, falling into feeling him worship you.

~~~

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[birlcholtz]

How about snowy and parse?

S N A R S E

okay so. it starts after That One Game. you know the one. the one where parse rushes the goal, almost injures snowy, and promptly gets dogpiled by half of the falconers and a decent number of aces as well (to be fair, his teammates weren't aiming for him). tater yanks him out of it by the jersey, parse feels a little too much like a lost kitten, and then all of a sudden he's halfway across the ice (tater pushed him)

WELL. that night parse watches a replay of it on espn because he doesn't know how to take a break from hockey and he's like oh damn. oh damn i really did almost hurt snow. that's rough. and he decides he's gotta figure out some way to talk to snow so he can apologize

so he instagram DMs him 

(let it be known parse's instagram is about one quarter thirst traps, one quarter pics of him and kit, and fully one half of just kit. snowy doesn't post as often and he's a bit more professional about the whole thing— like, lots of pictures with teammates, pics of the rink and of cool places in providence, but his captions are works of art)

snowy also posts the occasional espn screencap of tater in the sin bin and chirps him brutally in the caption. once he quotes cell block tango and the approximately 10 people who are into both hockey and musical theater go wild

okay enough about their respective instagrams. my pOINT is that parse ig dms snowy, who is mildly ashamed to admit (to himself, not out loud, never out loud) that his genuine first thought was 'wow kent parson is sliding into my dms'

and parse is like hey sorry i rushed you in that game, didn't realize how risky it was until i saw a replay later

and snowy can't help being his sardonic self and winds up sending back something witty and then parse replies and then snowy replies again and before either of them know it they're having a Conversation that they're actually?? both enjoying??

at one point snowy admits he likes cats and he immediately regrets it because parse sends him 6 videos of kit immediately, like within 5 seconds, but then he watches the videos and finds himself unwillingly liking them and then he finds himself requesting more and snowy is like what the fuck is happening in my brain but parse supplies 8 more cat videos and he watches all of them and comments on each one

he also reveals his sister has a cat and parse makes him promise to send photos and/or videos next time he sees her

they DM each other all the time until they finally just exchange phone numbers and at one point parse is like snow. dustin. can u facetime rn i need ur thoughts on kits halloween costume and snowy's like sure why not and that starts a tradition of facetiming every so often that eventually becomes less and less about kit

snowy is preeeeetty sure that jack and parse were together in juniors but he's never confirmed it because that's not his business you know? but he finds himself thinking more and more about whether parse might be into guys. but pride night w the falcs happens and he finds himself sending parse a pic of his newly rainbow-taped stick and adding 'best stick tape' after it

a few minutes later parse replies with a thumbs up and says 'i firmly agree' and they both breathe a little easier

also a few days later snowy accidentally likes one of parse's thirst trap pics from 6 months ago (shirtless pic on the balcony of his apartment) and he immediately unlikes it but it's too late parse sends him a screenshot of his notifications with the most recent one being snowy liking that post, and he also sends a ;) and snowy's like oh. my fucking god. and he replies 'jealous that u actually get to see the sun year round'

and parse reads it and starts typing and stops typing and starts typing and stops typing and eventually thinks 'fuck it' and sends a whole string of winky faces

so snowy's like fine. let's do this. and then this string of conversations happens:

snowy: jack what's your process for taking thirst trap selfies for instagram

jack: what's my process for... what???? what's a thirst trap

snowy: never mind ask bitty

snowy: tater how do i take thirst trap selfies for instagram

(tater is a lot more helpful and snowy relates his conversation with jack and tater chirps jack endlessly for it. at one point jack is like I'M ESL TOO TATER and tater's like YOU HAVE DEGREE FROM SAMWELL. IN THE UNITED STATES.)

so a few days later snowy (with mild trepidation) posts a fairly subtle post-workout pic (jack may not know what a thirst trap is but that doesn't mean half his instagram isn't full of them. snowy has observed the techniques of the master)

his comments explode but he doesn't care. parse likes the pic and snowy screenshots it INSTANTLY (he may have been constantly checking his notifications for this specifically) and sends it to parse like 'not so smug now are you' and parse spends literally 10 minutes trying to come up with a witty response

anyway eventually the sexual tension explodes, neither of them are out so they still have to be kinda. under the radar. but sending cat pictures is their love language, snowy funnels some jam and pie to parse, they argue about kombucha, half their conversations are still chirping but we all know what chirping is, eventually parse does meet snowy's sister's cat and it's amazing, they're approximately the same size so they do share and swap clothes (never anything with team logos on it, even once they're out, because the Disloyalty), jack is literally never questioned about his history with parse again because everyone's more curious about what it's like when parse and snowy play each other. especially since parse is a forward and snowy is a goalie. (there are some truly horrific 'score' jokes made in both locker rooms, and by horrific i mean so unfunny that they're hilarious)

tater is not allowed to answer questions about parse and snowy anymore because once some reporter did ask him and he said 'good for them but i think snowy can do better' and it went viral (bitty texted him 16 crying laughing emojis)

holidays and vacations with parse and snowy look like this: sweatpants in the winter and matching sunglasses in the summer, falling asleep together on the couch, cat toys literally everywhere, more arguing about kombucha, parse teaching snowy the finer points of instagram thirst traps and immediately regretting it, watching terrible horror movies together, adopting more cats

you have two wolves inside of you. one says 'parsnow'. the other says 'snarse'. also known as help i'm laughing my ass off about 'snarse'

okay so. it starts after That One Game. you know the one. the one where parse rushes the goal, almost injures snowy, and promptly gets dogpiled by half of the falconers and a decent number of aces as well (to be fair, his teammates weren't aiming for him). tater yanks him out of it by the jersey, parse feels a little too much like a lost kitten, and then all of a sudden he's halfway across the ice (tater pushed him)

WELL. that night parse watches a replay of it on espn because he doesn't know how to take a break from hockey and he's like oh damn. oh damn i really did almost hurt snow. that's rough. and he decides he's gotta figure out some way to talk to snow so he can apologize

so he instagram DMs him 

(let it be known parse's instagram is about one quarter thirst traps, one quarter pics of him and kit, and fully one half of just kit. snowy doesn't post as often and he's a bit more professional about the whole thing— like, lots of pictures with teammates, pics of the rink and of cool places in providence, but his captions are works of art)

snowy also posts the occasional espn screencap of tater in the sin bin and chirps him brutally in the caption. once he quotes cell block tango and the approximately 10 people who are into both hockey and musical theater go wild

okay enough about their respective instagrams. my pOINT is that parse ig dms snowy, who is mildly ashamed to admit (to himself, not out loud, never out loud) that his genuine first thought was 'wow kent parson is sliding into my dms'

and parse is like hey sorry i rushed you in that game, didn't realize how risky it was until i saw a replay later

and snowy can't help being his sardonic self and winds up sending back something witty and then parse replies and then snowy replies again and before either of them know it they're having a Conversation that they're actually?? both enjoying??

at one point snowy admits he likes cats and he immediately regrets it because parse sends him 6 videos of kit immediately, like within 5 seconds, but then he watches the videos and finds himself unwillingly liking them and then he finds himself requesting more and snowy is like what the fuck is happening in my brain but parse supplies 8 more cat videos and he watches all of them and comments on each one

he also reveals his sister has a cat and parse makes him promise to send photos and/or videos next time he sees her

they DM each other all the time until they finally just exchange phone numbers and at one point parse is like snow. dustin. can u facetime rn i need ur thoughts on kits halloween costume and snowy's like sure why not and that starts a tradition of facetiming every so often that eventually becomes less and less about kit

snowy is preeeeetty sure that jack and parse were together in juniors but he's never confirmed it because that's not his business you know? but he finds himself thinking more and more about whether parse might be into guys. but pride night w the falcs happens and he finds himself sending parse a pic of his newly rainbow-taped stick and adding 'best stick tape' after it

a few minutes later parse replies with a thumbs up and says 'i firmly agree' and they both breathe a little easier

also a few days later snowy accidentally likes one of parse's thirst trap pics from 6 months ago (shirtless pic on the balcony of his apartment) and he immediately unlikes it but it's too late parse sends him a screenshot of his notifications with the most recent one being snowy liking that post, and he also sends a ;) and snowy's like oh. my fucking god. and he replies 'jealous that u actually get to see the sun year round'

and parse reads it and starts typing and stops typing and starts typing and stops typing and eventually thinks 'fuck it' and sends a whole string of winky faces

so snowy's like fine. let's do this. and then this string of conversations happens:

snowy: jack what's your process for taking thirst trap selfies for instagram

jack: what's my process for... what???? what's a thirst trap

snowy: never mind ask bitty

snowy: tater how do i take thirst trap selfies for instagram

(tater is a lot more helpful and snowy relates his conversation with jack and tater chirps jack endlessly for it. at one point jack is like I'M ESL TOO TATER and tater's like YOU HAVE DEGREE FROM SAMWELL. IN THE UNITED STATES.)

so a few days later snowy (with mild trepidation) posts a fairly subtle post-workout pic (jack may not know what a thirst trap is but that doesn't mean half his instagram isn't full of them. snowy has observed the techniques of the master)

his comments explode but he doesn't care. parse likes the pic and snowy screenshots it INSTANTLY (he may have been constantly checking his notifications for this specifically) and sends it to parse like 'not so smug now are you' and parse spends literally 10 minutes trying to come up with a witty response

anyway eventually the sexual tension explodes, neither of them are out so they still have to be kinda. under the radar. but sending cat pictures is their love language, snowy funnels some jam and pie to parse, they argue about kombucha, half their conversations are still chirping but we all know what chirping is, eventually parse does meet snowy's sister's cat and it's amazing, they're approximately the same size so they do share and swap clothes (never anything with team logos on it, even once they're out, because the Disloyalty), jack is literally never questioned about his history with parse again because everyone's more curious about what it's like when parse and snowy play each other. especially since parse is a forward and snowy is a goalie. (there are some truly horrific 'score' jokes made in both locker rooms, and by horrific i mean so unfunny that they're hilarious)

tater is not allowed to answer questions about parse and snowy anymore because once some reporter did ask him and he said 'good for them but i think snowy can do better' and it went viral (bitty texted him 16 crying laughing emojis)

holidays and vacations with parse and snowy look like this: sweatpants in the winter and matching sunglasses in the summer, falling asleep together on the couch, cat toys literally everywhere, more arguing about kombucha, parse teaching snowy the finer points of instagram thirst traps and immediately regretting it, watching terrible horror movies together, adopting more cats

#parsnow #fun with rarepairs #omgcp

[monst]

That bakugou challenge/game/bet thing but his s/o wins....

*Documentary voice* Ahhh a Sub Bakugou rarest of all species. A fine specimen if I do say so meself:

"Pussy" you snickered your chest pressed tightly against his.

"You wanna say that again." He snarled.

"Pussy p.u.s.s.y" you grinned teasingly.

He backed up with a glare making a show of looking you up and down with a scoff. "You deadass think I'll lose? There is no fucking challenge that you could ever suggest in which I'll lose."

It was over his tenth yawn and your smirk was honestly starting to scare your friends. Bakugou wasn't used to being up so late especially in this type of setting where your old classmates were enjoying themselves with various games.

The rules were simple don't complain and don't fall asleep. He was failing. Bakugou knew himself better than anyone and refused to play any game because he knew he wasn't going to contain himself. But that just meant that he had to sit off to the side in boredom. It was really late into the night and without entertainment he was beginning to nod off.

When his head finally lolled to the side in slumber your grin was ferocious. You quickly snapped a pic of the evidence. All you had to do was wait till your friends cleared out and Bakugou woke......

You were not going to go easy on him not with that shit he pulled on you with Deku. Hell you still couldn't look the man without your face bursting into flames. "Mornin sleeping beauty~" you chimed when your lovers vermilion eyes fluttered open.

"Wha-" he was still half asleep when you tugged him into the bathroom.

"You lost yesterday babe so now you've gotta do everything I ask." You smiled eerily.

He didn't notice when you locked him in the bathroom but when he did he pounded on the door spewing curses.

"Shut up and put the clothes I laid out for you on." You commanded.

"Who the fuck do you think you are huh talking to me like-" before he could finish you cut him off.

"Aren't you a man of your word?? You lost so if you don't do this your a fucking pussy ass bitch who ain't shit." You threatened. Once you started speaking his language he complied begrudgingly. You also changed and had already unlocked the door and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

Bakugou felt humiliated. He could feel the tips of his ears burn at what he wore and he had half a mind to take it off. But a deal was a fucking deal. With shame written across his face he came out.

When he walked out of the bathroom you whistled. Your eyes lit up sadistically as he stood in front of you with a short frilly maid dress. "Turn for me." You ordered.

He looked up at you with a glare only for his jaw to drop in shock. It wasn't the sexy lingerie set you wore that shook him but what was strapped to your hips. It was even bigger than he was.

"(Name) what the fuck?!" He gasped.

"I said turn around." You repeated yourself firmly. He hesitated. "Do it."

He looked away in embarrassment and stomped in a circle. "No. Do it again. Slowly this time."

He did so. "Good. Come closer Katsuki." He grit his teeth but complied. Like hell he'd allow you to think he was a pussy. He was only complying to prove his point! Once you were done with your little show he'd get back at-

-Spank-

You had slapped his thigh near where the garter sat. And he jolted in shock. "Your going to look at me the entire time Tsuki. And your not allowed to complain. If you do that means you can't handle it."

His eyes immediately locked onto yours. He was really easy to manipulate once his pride was at stake. "Who the fuck do you think I am? I can handle any dumb shit you've got up your fucking sleeve." He grunted in annoyance.

"Good. Now lift I want to see them." You ordered.

He bit his lip. His eyes struggling to stay on you as he lifted his skirt. The cute lacy pink panties you'd chosen for him were stretched tight. They couldn't cover his cock. "You look so good in these Kacchan." He felt his eyes water in embarrassment he was tempted to push it down but the look you gave him made him shudder.

You looked so fucking hot in control. Your hands took his hips to pull him closer. "Hmm what's this? Your actually hard Katsuki." You teased palming his dick. He only let out a grunt.

"Katsuki I want you to strip." You commanded. He wouldn't lie he was actually really turned on right now. And, his fingers undid the zipper on his dress letting it pool at his feet. "You should wear bras more often" you gulped. You were absolutely wet right now. You patted your lap and with a huff he moved towards you. Just because he was secretly enjoying this didn't mean he was going to speak.

"Your so pretty Katsuki." You cooed running your fingers up his sides chuckling when he tried to hide his shudder with a scoff. Your hands slipped under fabric of the bra to tease his sensitive nipples. He glared at you in warning but when you tugged on them he arched into you with a gasp.

Your hands fondled his chest and your lips left hickeys on his pale skin as his fingers tangled in your hair. His head was leaning against your shoulder as he tried to muffle his pleasure. One hand left him as you used the lube you had to cover your fingers moving them down under his panties. Your cool fingers parted his cheeks to rim his hole.

"F-fuck warn me next time" he grunted when he felt your finger enter him. He groaned when you entered another stretching him in preperation. Your other hand pulled down his bra to take his pink buds into your mouth and you almost came at the sound he made.

"Hah- (N-Name)" he moaned when your fingers pressed against his prostate. You smirked when you felt him rut into your stomach.

"Your so fucking needy Kacchan." You teased biting down on his neck roughly.

He let out a whine and, that was when you had enough. With random strength you turned the both of you over onto the bed properly. You fingers hooking under the band of his panties tossing them once they were off. You slapped his ass telling him to turn around.

Once his ass was in the air your fingers were in him once more. You revelled in the sounds you drew out of the male. You really couldn't help yourself taking his hard cock and stroking it in time with your stimulation on that one spot that drove him wild.

"Ah shit~ Fuck that feels good." He drooled clutching the sheets tightly.

"Your so cute like this Katsuki" you moaned removing your fingers to teases his hole with the tip of the strap.

"S-shut up" he panted.

"You ready for my cock sweetheart? I'm gonna make you feel so good" you snickered.

"You sadistic bitc-Ah~"

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