#「 whatcha doing tonight? || open starter 」

[almost-nearly-perfect]

"Hypothetically. If I were to be writing a fancy letter. What would I start it with? I like 'dear' but that feels too short. 'To' is nice as well, but this is a fancy letter so I feel like if I start with that then it makes it un-gentlemanly..."

[bxnfire]

Silver Tongue || Satoru Gojo

✎ synopsis: after losing a bet to geto, gojo has to go get a piercing of geto’s choice, but this was far from a punishment; you were his piercer, and one thing sure leads to another when dealing with someone with a silver tongue like gojo

✎ content/warnings: piercer!reader x gojo, smut, fluff, oral (f. receiving), semi-public, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, masturabation, needles (?), pet names, dirty talk, mutual pining, flirting

✎ a/n: bra i saw this random mf on tiktok with a tongue piercing and decided my beautiful man should have one as well. enjoy <3!

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Geto and Gojo have been friends for a really long time. Their dynamic is a chaotic one, but it works for them just fine. It is not uncommon for the 2 to go out a lot, but what is uncommon is Gojo losing bets. Gojo was cocky, yeah, but he had a reason to be; he was the kind of guy to be good at what he tried his hand at no matter what, often leaving Geto amused by trying to figure out what it was he couldn’t do.

Turns out, Gojo’s biggest enemy was his very own ego. After a long day of doing random physical activities, Geto challenged Gojo to a simple race. Of course, Gojo was fatigued but he let his ego take the best of him, and thus accepted Geto’s challenge.

“But,” Geto added, “if I win, you’re getting a piercing. Of my choice.”

“So then if I win, you’re getting my initials tattooed on your arm,” Gojo said cheekily, trying to think of the stupidest font to request at the tattoo shop.

“You’re so on,” Geto replied. And with that, they had a race. But much to Gojo’s dismay and Geto’s amusement (or rather, amazement?), the former lost.

That is how the pair found themselves at 1 a.m. at the door of the tattoo shop you worked at. You were a great tattoo artist and piercer, but since you were still in college you were often given later shifts, which allowed you to meet interesting characters, this duo being one of them.

You were sitting at the counter working on some new designs when you heard the door open, and once you looked up you made eye contact with the deepest cerulean eyes you had ever seen. Unaware that you were starring, you got startled once the man next to him spoke to you.

“Hey there Y/n, nice to meet ya,” said the black-haired male, looking at your name tag, startling partly because you were in a trance watching the white-haired guy next to him, and partly because his voice was oddly… sultry.

“Hi, whatcha thinking of getting today?” You ask him, eyeing his piercings.

“Well the thing is we’re not here for me today, though I may come back; we’re here for him,” he smiled, gesturing towards the guy that had you in a trance.

“Yeah…. I’m getting a piercing today,” he said, looking deep into your eyes.

You swallow before replying. “So then, what piercing would you like?”

“What’s popular with girls these days?” He says smirking.

The black-haired guy laughs, slapping him in the back. “You’re so dumb,” he manages to get out between laughs.

“Well,” you paused, genuinely trying to answer his question, “I’ve seen a lot of girls go crazy for some eyebrow and nose piercings. You could also get traditional earrings of course, they’re always good starter piercing.”

“I don’t know if I want it to be so apparent though… but I like the eyebrow piercing suggesting,” he responds, deep in thought.

“Not too quick Satoru, remember our bet: I get to choose your piercing,” he cuts quick, looking at Satoru.

“Oh… Bring it on then, I could rock anything,” he laughed, his pride shining through.

“You’re so damn cocky, I’d like to shut you up… actually, yes, I’ll shut you up,” he then turns to you, “he’ll be getting a tongue piercing tonight,” he says, decidedly.

“I hope you’re not a foodie then,” you say amused, catching on the dynamic between the two.

“Suguru,” he cries, “you KNOW this won’t end well.”

“Well that’s part of the point isn’t it?” He smiles softly, his angelic tone just making it funnier.

“Well, I’ll start setting up my station,” you say, looking through a couple of drawers until you find tongue jewelry. “While I set up, pick one of these, I recommend the first 3 at the top, they’re nicer while you’re healing.”

As soon as you leave, Satoru starts looking through the selection of piercings. Pills, dice, even a marijuana leaf, and he giggles, but in the end, he does take up on your recommendation and chooses a simple, silver stud.

“I can’t wait to hear you speak after this,” Geto says.

“Oh shut up,” he replies.

“Ready! Please come over here,” you shout from your station, putting your gloves on.

“Coming!” Said Satoru, and as he started walking Geto followed.

As he sits down on the chair, he shows you the piercing he chose.

“I see you took on my recommendation,” you say looking at him and smiling, and Satoru felt his heart flutter.

“Y-Yeah, I did,” he replied, trying to hide how flustered he was.

“You nervous?” You ask, catching on to his stutters.

“You could say that,” he laughs, happy he could cover it up so easily.

And sure, maybe to you he could, but not to Geto. He quickly caught on the fact that Gojo was flustered because of you. Having known the guy for years, he knew how he reacted to injuries, danger, and even needles, and he never gets flustered, no. He’s also seen him around girls he finds attractive, and while Satoru is able to talk to them, he does get flustered at first. How adorable.

“Yeah, he’s scared alright,” Geto says, teasing Satoru.

“Don’t worry! Tongue piercings aren’t typically the most hurtful ones. Of course, it varies from person to person, but having pierced and heard from several people about them, they’re not terrible,” you say reassuringly.

What an angel, Satoru thinks. Though he’d never admit it to Suguru, he was starting to be glad he got him in this predicament. You were so cute, so sweet trying to make him feel better, and he couldn’t help but notice the piercings and tattoos that adorned your beautiful body. He wondered if there were other masterpieces hidden under your clothes.

Trying not to pry on it too much, he watched you get a marker and come close to him, so close he could smell your sweet scent. Shit, maybe looking at you could be my anesthesia, he thought.

“Alright then! Please take out your tongue, I need to mark the spot where I’ll pierce,” you say.

“Well then,” he says, taking his tongue out. Getting a funny feeling as you mark his skin, he tries not to giggle in fear it’d mess up your work.

You pull away and then put a mirror so he can look at his face. “Do you like how it looks there? Or would you want it someplace else?”

“That looks perfect, let’s do it,” he says.

“Great! Then sit while I get my stuff,” you say.

“What’s your name again?” You ask.

“You can call me Gojo,” he replies.

“Ok Gojo, Take a deep breath in,” you say, and as he does so, you put the needle through his tongue, “then breathe out,” once again, he obediently breathes out, relieved in the little pain he actually felt. This is when you actually put the jewelry in.

“Now I’m just securing the stud. And there ya go, take a look,” you say, bringing the mirror back.

“Wow,” he says, surprised at how much he actually liked the piercing.

“There’s some fun piercings you can put in once it heals, but make sure you’re taking care of it correctly,” you say, and then begin to explain the care process for the piercing.

As you 3 move back out to the checkout counter, you recommend some products to Gojo for whatever he may need. You also say he’s welcome to come back if he feels uncomfortable in any way.

“Or if you’re a busy man, here’s my phone number,” you say boldly, hoping it’s not obvious how attracted you were to him, “let me know if you have any questions as it heals!”

“Thank you Y/n, I’ll let you know if anything happens,” he smiles as he takes the paper with your number, automatically taking out his phone and putting the contact in.

“Alright then, ready to survive off ice cream for a while?” Geto asks.

“Sounds like a sweet deal,” Gojo replies smiling.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you say as they walk out.

“The pleasure was mine sweetheart,” Gojo replies, finding the courage from his new piercing, and luckily for you he turns around, because you’re left as red as a tomato.

As him and Geto walk out, you wonder whether he’ll text you with more than just questions about the piercing. Sheepishly, you go back to your station and clean it up, relishing on the faint smell of Gojo’s cologne that stayed behind.

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While you’re sitting on the train on the home, you get a text from an unknown number:

💬 Unknown: so what did you say helped with swelling again?

💬 Unknown: it’s gojo btw 👅

You smile. As you type up your recommendations and add him to your contacts, admittedly wanting to see him again. So then, conveniently of course, you ask for a contact picture.

💬 You: mind sending me a contact pic?

💬 Gojo 👅: [IMG]

The picture was of him taking his tongue out playfully, showing off the jewelry you had just given him. His cerulean eyes peeked through his round sunglasses, and with that you got flustered yet again, which was ridiculous: to think you had pierced nipples, tattooed in places where sunlight doesn’t quite reach, and you’re flustered over a normal selfie?

💬 Gojo 👅: you did me justice

💬 You: i think any piercing would’ve worked just fine 👀

And on the other side of the screen, it was now Gojo who was flustered at your words. Unknowingly, for the same reason as you, he asked for a contact picture. Bringing out your holder side, you take a selfie from an angle that shows many of your attributes, and Gojo isn’t immune to your charm. As he updates your contact, he can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks… and his dick.

He quickly realizes it was going to be a restless night, or rather, morning? The clock marked 3 o’clock, and whilst the world outside his room was silent, it was easy to fantasize of what it’d be like to have you there with him.

Squeezing his tip through his underwear, he thinks back to your pretty face, so focused and so close to his as you pierced his tongue. He wonders what it’d look like covered in his cum: would you lick it up? Would you clean it with your fingers? Would you make him clean it up for you?

The more he thinks of you, the hornier he gets. Taking his hardened cock out from his underwear, he starts thinking of what he’d do to you. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to see your body before him right now. Is there any piercings he didn’t catch on you having? Tattoos? Would you like him to kiss those on you? Maybe even lick them? You would probably taste so sweet, yeah, as sweet as you smell or as sweet as you sound.

At this point, he’s fisting himself quickly, massaging his balls every now and then, soon to reach his release. He remembers your sweet voice saying his surname, your laugh as you watched him and Suguru’s banter, and your beautiful eyes looking at him. With that, he came all over his hand, deciding he had to see you soon.

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As the days passed, you and Gojo texted more and more. Your conversations always started with a silly question about the piercing from him, and from then on it would range from your favorite subjects to trips you have made and your favorite foods. You found yourself crushing hard on Gojo, taking little notes of the things he liked and wanted to do, and trying to gather up the courage to ask him to hangout.

Lucky for you, he had been feeling the same, except he was bolder than you, and thus, he asked first.

💬 Gojo 👅: y/nnnnn

💬 Gojo 👅: you free tonight??

💬 Gojo 👅: there’s this place i wanted to check out near your job, so maybe before you start your shift we could go?

You were ecstatic. Quickly confirming that you were down, you get dressed and head out for the door. Reaching your meet-up spot, you anxiously wait for Gojo. To calm your nerves down, you scroll through TikTok and find yourself laughing at the stupidest videos. Not noticing a tall presence behind you, Gojo decides to surprise you, crouching down to your level to whisper in your ear.

“What’s so funny, doll?” He asks, completely scaring you.

“Gojo! Dont sneak up on me like that again,” you say, relieved that it’s him and not a weirdo, and he laughs at your scared state.

“But where’s the fun in that?” He asks cheekily, and then he begins walking to the place he wanted to go.

You two chitchat nonstop on the way there. You had nurtured a sweet friendship in the little time you guys had known each other. You really appreciated how funny Gojo was, telling you things that made you wonder just how his mind worked. There truly was never a dull moment between the two of you. The more you knew him, the more into him you became. Sometimes you could feel the tension between the two of you, walking together while your hands brushed against each other, him asking you to check on his piercing often and you having to get so close to his handsome face, and other things like that which gave your stomach butterflies.

After eating at that new restaurant, you suddenly remembered that Gojo’s piercing was now fully healed, and knowing his spontaneous nature, you suggested that he get it changed, just to switch it up a bit.

“Really? What would you suggest, you’re the professional after all,” he says while smiling at you.

“Well, we could go back to the shop and I could show you a couple of cool ones, we got a new batch this week,” you replied, thinking already of which he would like.

“Sounds like a plan,” he says, and after that you two head into the store.

It wasn’t open on Mondays, but given that your manager really trusted you, you had a copy of the keys to the store. Rushing into the shop before other people noticed, you and Gojo get settled in the quiet store. As he waits there looking around the things you had on display, you look for the drawer with tongue jewelry once again, reminding you of the night you met. Smiling softly to yourself, you pull a drawer out and bring it on the counter, the noise of you setting it down catching Gojo’s attention.

He steps closer to it and starts looking through the collection you have. Giggling once he reached the marijuana one again, he asks for the one you like most.

“Well, if I’m being honest the one you have right now is one of my favorite, you can never go wrong with a traditional silver stud. Now, I remember you wanted something to impress girls yeah?” You ask jokingly, and he blushes a little at the fact that you remembered him telling you that when you met.

“In that case, then you should definitely check this one out,” you say as you point to one that looked sort of like a hammer.

“What’s special about that one? It kind of looks like the pill one you got over there,” he asks curiously.

“While this one may look like just a little “pill” to you, it is a vibrator piercing,” you say a little flustered, realizing how intimate it was after you said it out loud.

“Oh,” he says, now looking intently at you.

“Yeah, I don’t really know if you’re an eater or anything,” you joke, trying to bring up the mood, but you notice it only made the atmosphere grow thicker, so you continue, “but this one can really take things up a notch when you’re down there hehe.”

“I’d like to say my head game is strong,” he says suggestively, “but I sure would like to see how this would make things better.”

“I could change it for you if you’d like! Or I could walk you through the process so you know what to do in the future whenever you wanna change it yourself, but trust me when I say, any girl you’re with will be very lucky,” you say boldly, hoping he realizes the piercing is not what they’d be lucky about.

“I think I’ll let you do it this time doll, I wouldn’t want to mess it up,” he says, knowing he’d be too distracted thinking of what he’d like to do to you with this very piercing if you would so desire.

“Well then,” you say, growing flustered as you get near your station, feeling him come close behind. You set him down, and ask him to open his mouth, something that feels oddly intimate considering the fact that you’re alone with him, with no one walking in, and he’s opening his mouth with your face so close to his, to make matters worse, his enticing eyes looking right at you.

You get to work in changing the jewelry as you explain to him how it works. “So, to turn it on, you need to tighten up the little ball at the bottom,” you say as you demonstrate, and then he gets a funny feeling on his tongue as he feels the metal vibrate through.

“And turn it off?” He asks, trying his best not to laugh.

“For that just unscrew it a little,” you demonstrate yet again, and he feels the vibrations coming to a stop.

Feeling the tension between you two, he decides to take it up a notch and test the waters. “I’d love to try it to its full extent,” he says, knowing that the conversation would go back to a more explicit topic.

“I’m telling you, your girl will be satisfied,” you reply, trying not to pry too much on it in fear he’ll see how badly you wanted him to try it on you.

“Well, I don’t really have a girl right now,” he says, not missing the relief and happiness that comes to your face right as he says it, “but there is someone I’d like to try it on.”

“And who might that be?” You ask, almost breathless.

“Take a guess,” he says, not giving you a chance to respond as he’s bringing your face to his and kissing you right on the spot.

After the initial shock of Gojo’s actions and the fact that your very own crush is kissing you, you let your impulse take over as you put your hand on his neck and bring him closer. You lick his lower lip asking for permission to go in, something that he eagerly grants, and your tongues find a rhythm that leaves you both breathless, your cunt feeling something whenever your tongue graced his piercing.

“So, were you able to figure it out?” He asks cheekily, still blushing from the fact that you kissed back and lord, were you a good fucking kisser.

“No, I don’t think you were very clear,” you reply, the fact that you matched his energy doing things to Gojo.

You pull him in this time, but he took his initiative somewhere else. He sat you on his lap and started caressing your sides, not daring to touch your bare skin no matter how much he wanted to, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

On the other hand, it was getting harder and harder for you to play it cool in front of him. Feeling his big, veiny hands run all over you was making you ache for so much more. Not daring to say a word, you put your hands over his and guide them where you want them to be. You take one of them under your shirt all the way to your boobs, and in doing so you feel him moan into your kiss. Growing more confident at his reaction, you take the other one down to your ass, letting him squeeze to his desire.

He understands what you need want him to do and he starts gently fondling your boobs, switching back and forth between the two, as his other hand guided your movements to grind on his hardened dick.

You start moaning into his lips, and he abandons your lips to go on a trip down your face to your ears and your neck with his own. Finding a spot that seemed to have the greatest reaction out of you, he chooses to mark it for reference, just a little hickey to guide him later on, and one to let others now that you were his.

“This is your weak spot, isn’t it?” He says, relishing on the way you quiver at the feel of his breath on your skin.

“T-That’s one of ‘em,” you respond, giving in to your lust entirely, “but can ya find the o-others?” You ask, wanting to see how far he’ll go.

“Such a dirty doll,” he says, feeling his dick throb at your words, “of course I can find the others, I know you’ll guide me to them.”

Breaking away from you to take your shirt off, you shiver as you feel the cold hit your skin. Your nipples hardened and it was apparent through your bra, which made Gojo hungry for more of you. Taking it off as he plants a sweet kiss on your lips, he licks his way down until he reaches your nipples, and starts licking them and then blowing to keep them hard, something that had you grinding harder and harder on his boner.

“Can I try my piercing on you doll? Please? I need to know how you taste,” he says, drunk on your body, “I’m craving the sweetest treat of all.”

As he says that, his hands find his way to your underwear, and over them he plays with your wet pussy. Circling around your cunt as you whine for more, he takes your pants and panties off, letting him take a look at your naked body.

Admiring it like a master piece, Gojo stood what he’s doing altogether just to get a good look at you, wondering how concerning it’d be if he got this tattooed sometime. You squirm under his stare, and yet, you don’t feel the impulse to cover up or turn any of the lights off, if anything, you wanted him to look at you like you’re the last meal he’s about to eat.

And a feast is exactly what he had. Not even 2 minutes after admiring you like a goddess, he tightened the piercing and started flat-tongued to lick up and down your pussy. Moans quickly filled the room, the wet sensation of his tongue combined with the vibrations all over your pussy quickly overstimulating you. He puts his fingers in your mouth as his tongue finds its way to your clit. Lapping at it with the vibrating piece on his tongue sent shocks through you, making you buck your hips into him desperate to feel more than just his tongue on you. Retrieving the fingers you licked from your mouth, he put one finger inside of you, surprised at how easily it slipped into you.

“You’re so fucking warm and wet,” he says as he feels you on his finger, dick throbbing just thinking of how good it’d feel like once it wasn’t just his fingers inside of you.

Fingering you as he kept his tongue pressed to your clit, your eyes rolled back in pure pleasure, your moans now louder than they were before, sounding even more lewd combined with the sound of your wet pussy taking in Gojo’s fingers and his tongue slurping and keeping in contact with your clit.

With his free hand, he caressed your thigh gently, which seemed almost ironic giving how relentlessly he was pumping his fingers into you, how mercilessly he was working his tongue to please your clit.

You couldn’t take it for much longer. You felt your climax building up in your stomach, and just before you could tell him, you were splashing your juices all over his hand and face, leaving him shocked for a moment.

Quickly realizing what had just happened, he happily licks your cunt clean before cleaning his own fingers up, happily realizing that you’re even sweeter he thought you’d be.

“Don’t think I’m done with you just yet,” he says, getting up to undress quickly as he was eager to fuck you.

Coming out of your post-orgasm bliss, you notice how veiny his long, thick shaft is. Feeling your cunt clench on nothing just waiting for him to come inside of you, a curious hand reached for his dick and gave it a few stokes, filling your fingers get precum on them. Hearing his breath hitch, you quicken the pace of your strokes. This activated that dirty mouth he had on him, making you think that he’s nothing but a silver tongue the way he effectively had you right at his mercy.

“F-Fuck doll, your h-hand feels s-so good,” he moans. “Y-You h-have no idea what y-you do to me.”

You keep going like this for a little bit, until he grabs your hand and kisses it while looking right at you.

“I would love to cum off your hands alone someday,” he says, “but today is not that day, I need to be in your sweet pussy doll, can I?” He asks, placing another kiss, this time in the inside of your wrist.

“Y-Yes please Gojo,” you whine.

“Say my name doll,” he says.

“Gojo,” you respond.

He positions himself right at your entrance. Slapping his dick in your pussy, he teases both you and himself while his pride toys with you until you call him by his name.

“Wrong,” he says, now slapping a bit quicker, the lewd sound of skin slapping combinted with your moans filling the room. “It’s Satoru,” he says, trying his damned best not to moan at the pleasure.

Seeing you lost in that same agonizing pleasure, he dives right into your pussy, touching your cervix in that first stroke, earning a yelp from you. Wanting to keep his little game going, he kept talking. “C’mon doll, it’s easy, it’s S-A-T-O-R-U,” he panted, a stroke for every letter as he spelled out his name.

“S-Satoru! I-It’s so big!” You said, struggling to adjust to his length with how recklessly he pounded into you right off the bat.

“You can take it doll I know you must have a high pain tolerance,” he said, focusing a little too much on the feeling of your warm, soaked pussy, which squeezed his cock so deliciously, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

You, on the other hand, were in a whole other world. Satoru quite literally was fucking you silly, being already stimulated on your orgasm from not too long ago, his big fucking dick just had reached the spot you struggled to reach even with your toys. Blabbering some nonsense amidst of saying his name like a broken record, you feel your orgasm building up once again, something that Satoru quickly catches on to from the way your pussy was gripping his dick.

“You’re so tight doll, you’re going to milk me dry,” he says in between pants, “fuck, can I cum inside?” He asks while looking right at you, doubting how effective he’d be trying to pull out right now, and in all honesty, he was so lost on how good you felt he wanted to paint your insides, leave his mark, make you his.

“Y-Yes!” You do your best to say, finding it hard to get the words out. It doesn’t take long from here for you both to finish, Gojo making a mess of your pussy as by the time he pulls out both of your juices and his and intermixed coming out of you. He fingers you once more, this time to help you take his cum out. He then carries you bridal style to the bathroom so you can pee, in the meantime finding some paper towels to clean himself up and a little bit of the mess you left behind.

When you came back, he carries you back to where you had just fucked, and lays you on top of him to cool off together after such steamy sex you had.

“So… did you like the outcome?” You ask giggly, breaking the ice.

“Fuck, if getting piercings means I’ll get to be with you more then so be it. I’m coming every week for a new one,” he says, genuinely thinking of what he could get next.

“No need, I’d make time for you even if you didn’t get any more piercings,” you say, blushing at your little confession, immediately putting your head on the crook of his neck out of embarrassment.

He pulls you back, forcing you to look at him. You’re blushing, hair messy, and eyes slightly glossy after the intense moment you just had, and you’d never looked more beautiful in his mind. Smiling like an idiot after just looking at you, he says “you’re truly just as sweet as you taste,” and with that, you blush even harder.

“So then, will you be my girlfriend?” He asks suddenly, leaving you dumbfounded.

“I know it’s a bit of a rush and maybe not as romantic as I would’ve liked for it to be,” he admits, “but I must confess that I’ve had a thing for you since we met, and I couldn’t live with myself if you weren’t mine after today.”

You’re blushing so hard right now, but also matching his love fool smile, happy that he liked you back. “Of course, Satoru, I’ll be yours, but only if you’ll promise you’ll be mine,” you say, snuggling up to him and looking deep into those beautiful eyes.

“Oh doll, I have been yours ever since you merely looked at me,” he says, then he kisses you gently, you can feel his love through this kiss, which unlike the others you just shared, this one was filled with pure love and admiration, and much like the other kisses he had given you today, these were addicting, immediately making you ache for more.

For the rest of the night, you guys just stayed there talking to each other about anything and everything. Making silly plans for the future, confessing the way you both had been pining for each other, and just laughing at how funny this all was, how crazy it was that it took you two less to have sex than to confess to each other, but, it was just as meaningful nonetheless.

Going back to your apartment, you two settled in your bed, ready to sleep after such intense night. There, basking in his warmth, you realized just how lucky and happy you were to have your job, because after all, if it weren’t for that you wouldn’t have met Satoru, the boy of your dreams, and next to you, Satoru was thinking just that, and even if he’d never admit it to Geto, he was so grateful to have lost that bet and swallow up his pride, because now, he had something truly worth boasting about: you. Who would’ve thought a piercing would change his life? Certainly, he wouldn’t have guessed it, but at the same time, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[takingback-thepenguin]

Starkid’s Nightmare Time Sentence Starters: The Witch in the Web

I’m not quite sure if anyone else has done this yet, but here is a list of sentence starters taken from Starkid’s Nightmare Time season 1 episode 3, part 2: The Witch in the Web. Some of the lines have been edited to fit as sentence starters, and feel free to change pronouns/add names/etc as you see fit. Tw: alcohol, implied murder, implied choking, possession, mind control, knives.

“No need to run away.”

“No need to contemplate how deeply that you’re afraid.”

“Your life is a waning moon.”

“It’s a matter of time.”

“Don’t need to look far to find it.”

“Look behind you!”

“Hey what was that?”

“Boo!”

“Take every precaution, babe.”

“The timer is ticking down.”

“D’you even understand the danger that you are in?”

“You’re standing on shaky ground.”

“I’m in your head and you know it.”

“It’s all by design.”

“Where’d he/she/they go?”

“Just run away if you want.”

“The witch in the web wants power.”

“I can hold her/him/them just for so long.”

“A witch is a witch if you allow her/him/them, to have power over you.”

“The witch in the web is scary.”

“Their memories are mine.”

“I tell you this for a reason.”

“Just you and your guitar.”

“A witch becomes a coward when you remember who you are.”

“The witch in the web is ancient.”

“I know her/him/them well.”

“She/He/They certainly test(s) my patience.”

“I could throw away the keys now.”

“That’s not me, oh no.”

“A witch is a witch for a reason, until you let her/him/them go.”

“You got any idea what time it is?”

“It’s 3am!”

“I got a date bright and early with my future husband/wife/partner.”

“I have to keep singing, or I’ll forget the songs.”

“Hello again, _____.”

“Miss me?”

“I’m gonna marry you one of these days.”

“That’s amazing, _____!”

“You’re amazing.”

“Go play outside.”

“Where are we going today?”

“So...what’s your name?”

“That’s pretty.”

“Huh? Can’t hold who?”

“Hiya, _____.”

“Heya, darling.”

“Just came to check.”

“Whatcha got there?”

“Where’d you get that?”

“She/He/They inside?”

“She/He/They tell you to say that?”

“Let’s go have a word with her/him/them.”

“Thank you so much.”

“I taught you better than that.”

“If you’re gonna drink someone’s beers, you gotta throw in a few bucks.”

“There just seems to be a pattern here.”

“Oh, don’t get my hopes up.”

“This is no joke, _____.”

“I found her/him/them talking to a tree.”

“She/He/They need(s) to be mentally engaged with something.”

“Where’s her/his/their ukulele?”

“I was just cleaning it for her/him/them.”

“Here you go, _____.”

“Tattle-tale.”

“That’s not mine.”

“It’s wrong.”

“You think I got money for two of these?”

“This thing keeps me up all night.”

“She/He/They won’t stop playing.”

“How am I supposed to get my beauty sleep?”

“Don’t play past nine.”

“It’s the wrong color. Mine’s white.”

“Is this Nightmare Time too?”

“Pick up those knees! That’s it!”

“I see you’ve taken your first tenuous steps into the twenty first century.”

“You knew it was me.”

“Finally cave and get yourself a caller id?”

“That’s some fancy detective work there.”

“So, you busy tonight?”

“_____, are you asking me out?”

“It’s a school night.”

“I gotta wash my hair.”

“This isn’t about us.”

“I think she/he/they might be in need of your...expertise.”

“She’s/He’s/They’re the specialist I told you about.”

“What did I say?”

“You’re up.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I do know you haven’t been sleeping very well.”

“It must be a battle just keep your eyes open right now.”

“You wanna sleep, don’t you, _____?”

“You can rest. Deeply. Peacefully. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Why don’t you let us in so I can help.”

“Go sleep on the couch.”

“I think I’m in love with you. You know that?”

“Wouldn’t blame you.”

“I’m a friend of his/hers/theirs.”

“I work with children. I help them with problems that adults might not understand...or believe.”

“So he/she/they tell(s) me that your sister gave you this.”

“I used to play music too, a long time ago.”

“That’s not mine. She/He/They switched ‘em.”

“Can you tell me about ‘Nightmare Time?’”

“When did it start?”

“She/He/They used to sing to me.”

“I have to play her/his/their songs every night or I’ll forget them. I’ll forget her/him/them.”

“She/He/They want(s) to get rid of her/him/ them. Then she/he/they can get me.”

“What witch?”

“Three months. I bet that’s when he/she/they went away.”

“I bet that’s when the nightmares started.”

“She/he/they and her/his/their sibling were close.”

“I think she/he/they was/were afraid of leaving their sibling with no one.”

“Maybe it’s some kind of trauma that’s keeping her/him/them up at night.”

“I don’t think this is like the others.”

“I think she/he/they may be in some very bad trouble.”

“Can you help?”

“I’m gonna try.”

“So, _____, you say there’s a witch in Nightmare Time. She’s/He’s/They’re the one who wants to get you.”

“If you can promise to keep a secret, I’ll tell you something.”

“I’m a witch too.”

“Are you a good witch?”

“Have you ever seen this?”

“Why do you have that?”

“It’s okay.”

“I keep it safe.”

“It’s called the Black Book.”

“It’s bad.”

“Do you know who the Lords In Black are?”

“They’re her/his/their brothers.”

“They have followers.”

“I think one of them is in your mind.”

“We’re going to get her/him/them out.”

“No! There’s nothing good in there.”

“Sometimes things aren’t black and white.”

“Sometimes we have to use something bad to do something good.”

“It all has a price.”

“I can pay it.”

“I have very good credit.”

“You have to go into Nightmare Time.”

“Don’t worry...I’m going with you.”

“Relax. Focus on the sound of my voice.”

“Drift down. Deep down.”

“Good. Very good.”

“See? I told you I’d be with you.”

“You have to remember...this is your mind.”

“No matter what anyone here tries to tell you, you are in control.”

“Do you understand?”

“All the power here comes from you.”

“You are very powerful.”

“Where’s the witch?”

“That way.”

“Stay away, _____.”

“We can’t hold her/him/them anymore.”

“Who are they?”

“The men with hatchets put them here.”

“They all had a touch of the gift.”

“Some of them didn’t want to be planted.”

“The witch was stuck...but now she’s/he’s/they’re not.”

“Stay out, _____. She’ll/He’ll/They’ll get you.”

“_____, don’t stop.”

“Her/His/Their clothes are...old.”

“They get older the deeper you go.”

“Can I have your autograph?”

“We have to go back further. Much further.”

“This is as far as I’ve come.”

“I don’t know their names.”

“They’re so old, they forgot how to tell me.”

“We’re near the center.”

“The witch is close.”

“Let’s keep going.”

“I can’t do this.”

“Don’t let go.”

“Don’t lose me.”

“Lemme go!”

“You vile creature!”

“No! Please!”

“Kill her/him/them!”

“Her/His/Their immortal soul shall rot here.”

“The roots of the wood we plant shall ensnare her/him/them.”

“You have to take control!”

“You’re giving them the power!”

“They can kill you!”

“She’s/He’s/They’ve put you in her/his/their place!”

“The guilty must be punished.”

“You’re not the witch!”

“You must taste blood.”

“Are you alright?”

“I got scared.”

“I know you’re afraid of the witch.”

“She/He/They want(s) to trick you.”

“She/He/They want(s) to hide, and make a big loud noice.”

“She/He’s/They’re afraid of you too.”

“She’s/He’s/They’re dead.”

“You’re alive.”

“You’re much more powerful than she/he/they is/are.”

“She/He/They want(s) that power.”

“Don’t give it to her/him/them.”

“I don’t want to go back.”

“It’s not safe here.”

“Where are we?”

“I had to get you out of there.”

“I did the only thing I could.”

“I pulled you into my mind.”

“This is my Nightmare Time.”

“Be careful.”

“Look. There’s the exit.”

“Hold my hand. There are bad things in here.”

“Over here, my little star.”

“What’s shaking, _____?”

“Banana split. Banana pudding. There’s a thousand ways to eat a banana!”

“Why are they calling to me?”

“I don’t listen to them.”

“We just keep running into each other. Don’t we, _____?”

“How you doing there, _____?”

“Who are you? How do I know you?”

“Don’t you worry about that.”

“Are you hungry?”

“You’re one slippery little banana peel, you know that?”

“I got you now.”

“It’s a shame. So much power in that noggin going right to waste.”

“Let’s crack it open, see what’s inside!”

“You can’t hurt her/him/them. You’re dead.”

“I killed you.”

“You only killed me about half the time. The other half, I mopped the floor with that head of yours.”

“I ate your heart.”

“I took your jacket!”

“Your jacket fits me better anyway!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You thought you stopped it.”

“She/He/They see(s) it all. Every possibility.”

“That kid’s a battery.”

“She’s/He’s/They’re a nuclear power plant.”

“She/He/They brought me back with nothing more than a toot.”

“You’re a nightmare. That’s all.”

“That one’s a live wire.”

“For two hundred years, the ghost of that old witch couldn’t do much more than spook a few trick-or-treaters on Halloween.”

“She/He/They is/are a very busy woman/man/person.”

“Pretty soon, _____ body will be her/his/their new permanent residence.”

“That sounds like fun. Slipping into someone else’s skin.”

“Maybe I should give it a try.”

“Think about it. A real witch.”

“That’s a match made in...well, I don’t wanna say ‘Heaven.’”

“We’re out of time.”

“You have to get to the exit.”

“They’re not gonna let me go with you.”

“Go now, _____. Go.”

“Well, well. Together again. Just you and me.”

“It’s a grudge match.”

“Back off! I got a knife.”

“You mean this knife?”

“You come back just to talk?”

“You think I’m gonna fight you head-on? On your turf?”

“I don’t wanna get my ass kicked.”

“Hey, ladies.”

“I’m gonna cheat!”

“Hey, you got a frog in your throat?”

“What’re you waiting for? Go get her/him/them.”

“What about _____?”

“It’s up to her/him/them now.”

“Either she’s/he’s/they’re gonna wake up, or the witch will.”

“How will we know?”

“If the witch kills us, that’ll be a big hint.”

“I’m back! They let me go.”

“It’s over, _____.”

“Now we can stay here, together. Forever.”

“Look at all this stuff I brought you!”

“What’s this? A puppy! I’m gonna call you Spot.”

“Didn’t you give me something else?”

“This isn’t enough for you?”

“I used to play it.”

“It helped me remember...a friend.”

“What was her/his/their name?”

“You want some friends?”

“Check out these guys! I got the whole set!”

“Those are...her/his/their brothers. They’re bad.”

“Who told you that?”

“The world is theirs.”

“All worlds are theirs.”

“This can be ours. All you gotta do is agree to stay here...deep down in Drowsy Town.”

“I’m not a monster, like they all said.”

“You’re my own blood.”

“It’s you.”

“I gave you the choice.”

“You could’ve had your sister. Now you will have nothing!”

“Your bones will be mine!”

“Your blood will be mine!”

“You took it from me!”

“You hid it in Nightmare Time!”

“It’s mine! Not yours!

“I have the power!”

“You’ve been hanging around my brothers.”

“My Lords. My King. Your King, bitch!”

“Close your eyes, _____.”

“You were gonna hurt my friend.”

“I’m going to destroy you now.”

“A ghost no more.”

“Just...be gone.”

“Wake up, _____.”

“She’s/He’s/They’re going to confess to something that’s been weighing on her/his/their conscience.”

“She/He/They might go away for a while, _____.”

“What if, somehow, your sibling came home?”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“You know, I help a lot of kids, and I always give them something when I go.”

“It’s imbued with the power of Greyskull.”

“As long as it’s on your head, nothing can harm you.”

“Take it back.”

“Why do you haunt me like a ghost?”

“You’re supposed to love me the most.”

“Got me in the spell you cast.”

“The iris of your eye is black.”

“Weren’t you the one to watch my back?”

“Have you noticed that my trust has turned?”

“You may have taught me but now I’ve learned.”

“Gotta catch you before I’m burned.”

“You used to keep me at your side.”

“Have you given that up?”

“I suppose you’d have me empathize?”

“You have a tendency to stab my back.”

“I’ll enjoy it as I watch you squirm.”

“What’s the point of giving love and trust?”

“I thought it was something that was worth the fight for.”

“Now I wonder what I worked so hard for.”

“I even thought that I could give my life for you.”

“I was the only one that loved and cared for you.”

“Have you noticed that I have it in for you?”

“As I grow older I have no need for you.”

“Got you in the spell I cast.”

“The iris of my eye is black.”

“If I’ma trust I’m gonna trust in me.”

“You may have taught me but I’m now learning.”

“All this time I’ve been untangling the web I spin for you.”

“I got to buy more time if I’m to run away.”

“You see I can unwind.”

“You got me inside my head.”

“With no way out, I’m caught.”

[rocketmuse]

I thought I'd share my playlist for the anniversary of the boathouse kiss. :)

Song translations, MANY thoughts, and timeline under the break.

Noise warning for song 19, Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 4:23 to the end. Loud high pitched beeps.

YouTube music version to be made soon.

Translations for foreign songs:

Ewan [Dunno] — Apo Hiking Society — Filipino/Tagalog

Amour plastique [Plastic love] — Videoclub — French

Panalangin [Prayer] — Apo Hiking Society/Moonstar88 — Filipino/Tagalog

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita [I'm Looking For You] — Rivermaya — Filipino/Tagalog

This is a collaborative playlist made with my friend.

Thought Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy would be a good starter song. Something about the music. Represents a good start of Alec persuing Maurice, like, hey, I can be yours... Whatcha doin'?

I added Puppy Princess because of the chorus but I know some people don't like that song so... You can skip if you'd like. KISS MEEEEE KIISS ME WITH YIIR EYESSS CLOSED . ALL I WANT IS YOU YEAH YOU. TELL ME I'M NOT FUNNY TELL ME I'M LEGIIIIT

Ewan. OH MY GOD this song is so them. Alec cares for Maurice, and doesn't like not being taken seriously or being treated badly and brushed off.

"I don't know why you're like that, you're difficult to talk to and you're a snob" COME ON IS THAT NOT THEM — Just a smile from you, and I'll be in heaven. Please give me a response, anything but "No idea"... What a perfect representation of Alec's continuous persuit of Maurice, always talking, always trying...

I could go on with every lyric.

Edit: I just realised this song fits so well for Alec's letters and meeting at the museum. Must resist the urge to add the same exact track twice.

So about Touch Me... Some of the lyrics apply better in other versions. Spotify just has this version tho. Touch me, just like that.

All I've Ever Known. Maurice discovered so much that night about touch and sharing and being with someone. He wants to be with Alec. "All I've ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you too. [Hold you close, I don't wanna ever have to let you go. Hold you tight, I don't wanna to back to the lonely life.]" Alec opened up his eyes and he'll never be the same.

Can't Help Falling in Love With You. 'Did you ever dream you'd a friend, Alec? ... Someone to last your whole life...' 'Alec, you're a dear fellow and we've been very happy.'

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind was added from Maurice's perspective. Perhaps it fits Alec too...

I think Love At First Sight has the double meaning of the literal title, as well as "wouldn't you like to kiss her" perhaps being... Something Maurice would hear.

I Don't Dance. Based on this post/edit. Please watch this video oh my God.

Pink in the Night. Alec yearns for Maurice in the boathouse. He hasn't come. He hears his heart breaking tonight.

Every lyric is perhaps pulled straight from Alec's brain, to be honest. I remember seeing a post with this song in other contexts with them too. So yes, a few meanings.

Amour plastique. Alec reminiscences on the night in the Russet room. Why hasn't he come?

In my mind, everything goes wild. I lose myself in your eyes. I drown myself in the vagueness of your loving gaze.

And at night I cry tears that stream down my cheeks. I think of you only when the days ends, only when my sad demons descend upon my mind, into the bottomless abyss.

Waiting in the boathouse at night, when the day ends.

I ring out in kisses all down your chest. Lost in the avalanche of my heart astray. Who are you? Where are you?

The moments of then repeat in his mind. Where is Maurice?

I suppose Hopelessly Devoted To You and I'm A Fool To Want You are self explanatory. Maurice should really come... Alec really toughed it out, 2 days he spent in the boathouse, really wanted to see Maurice, really knew they had something, and doesn't want to be treated like a dog. Generally, his 1st letter.

Moon Song. My friend said they added it as a general love song. — Why do you treat me like this? Why didn't you come to the boathouse? — Alec's 2nd letter as a whole. Plus bits of 1st.

And you pushed me in, and now my feet can't touch the bottom of you. ... So I will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door.

Ewan would fit here tbh.

Panalangin. My only prayer in this lifetime: to be beside you, to be together with you, that's my prayer.

"I since cricket match do long to ... place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter than words can say."

And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me, my love, please listen.

It also fits the end of museum.

I Want You. Maurice, can you come to the boathouse already? Alec has no power to teleport you there. I hold one card that I can't use.

I found you. I found the door, but when I stepped through, there was no floor. He found Maurice, bit he's not being here for Alec.

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over And I love you, darling And I am done, dear

Alec wishes this would happen. Also, he does come back later and they love again over, and "it is finished".

Credit for suggesting the next two songs goes to @beatle-capaldi!!! He also wrote was in quotations!

English Summer Rain

The Most Radical Thing To Do

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 1st letter, he's looking for Maurice. Thinking about them together.

In my thoughts and dreams, in every turn of destiny, I look for you. Also applies to that hotel/post-hotel feeling. I look for you, even if I try to forget you, saying goodbye, looking back...

Wildest Dreams. They think a lot of each other. They share once more. But they must say goodbye. Alec saw this coming. Maurice hopes that Alec will remember him like this.

I Hear a Symphony. Alec truly opened up Maurice's eyes. Maurice was meant to be with him. He helped Maurice, changed his life. But now Alec is leaving on ship... Or is he? The symphony leads into...

An orchestral sountrack. The Boathouse. Unfortunately the Maurice soundtrack is not on spotify. It's on my personal YouTube music version. I added it because it just captures the boathouse the only way the sountrack itself can.

The Word of Your Body (Reprise). MLM people have moment of romantic tension, which culminates in confessions of love. Just had to add it. "Haven't you heard the word of your body?" perfectly describes Alec gifting and showing Maurice the wonder of truest physical affection and love. He lets Maurice be okay with himself, and again, changes everything. Every lyric is perfect.

Also, sorry JBW, I like other versions more... Too bad Spotify is mean.

I See The Light. Yeah. Every lyric. Maurice is Rapunzel. Movie Blond too. Both the morning at Russet room and the museum. And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything is different, now that I see you. "By now they were in love with each other consciously."...

Suddenly Seymour. Suddenly see more, yeah? Clive = ass and someone gives him affection for once, wow! Sidenote, I want to sing this with them and their accents... Suddenly SCUDDER...

Helpless. Musical theatre songs seem to be good retellings of their love story. It's why they belong in post boathouse. Summaries and retellings. They're also good at conveying love they'd feel for each other in general, all times ever. Like loving men, retelling a story.

I'll Cover You. Cute love song feat. gays. I like to imagine them dancing around, declaring their love and devotion for each other. Walking and dancing around like in the original scene, sometime post canon. In my own imagination, I thought of Alec as Angel and Maurice (Christopher) as Collins.

Video Games. They must love spending time together. I thought this to be Maurice POV. Only worth living if somebody is loving you I mean, come on.

It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do. I tell you all the time, heaven is a place on Earth with you.

Un sospiro. I headcanon that Maurice picks up the piano and plays for Alec. Perhaps he picked it up bc of/after Clive, but now can play it for someone who gives a shit.

Something about the melody reminds me of them. And then it gets more intense... A bit like the passions of love, showing up in sharing and touch and more, too.

Liebestraum. I mean, it means love dream/dream of love. I just had to. Also I just like Liszt.

Take Me Up With You, Dearie. This song is just so sweet... So soft... Edwardian to boot... I love how quintessentially 1909 it is. Discovered it in a YT video. The thought of them getting married makes me cry. This song in general makes me want to cry, it's so romantic, tender, and exudes my favourite era...

Let us float, float, float through the clouds, and just have a lot of fun. We'll go up, up, up as two and then come down as one.

Put Your Head on My Shoulder. We Belong Together. I always imagine Maurice and Alec slowdancing to songs that come on the radio together, when the 1950s hits... Alec probably rests his head on his shoulder as this plays and they dance...

I'm using a lot of ellipses, am I secretly Rupert Graves?

Welcome to the 70s and 80s. They love dancing together and being with each other. Now, Panalangin can be a happy song. My only prayer for this lifetime ... To be together with you. And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me.

Just the Two of Us. What a nice, vibey song. Great title, great scenario of them dancing to this...

Tiny Dancer. Your Song. MLM people in the 70s + Radio, being happy and in love with each other. — I just thought I should add some Elton. A different friend, and I, like him. Maurice sings to Alec, "And you can tell everybody this is your song." That I put down in words how wonderful life is with you in the world.

Electric Love. Fun fact: this song got me to share the playlist. Got me thinking about them and their anniversary again. The funky busy instrumental describes well their passionate love. The highs of electric LOOOOOOVE describe the intensity of them.

Alt text continued: themselves together under and the love. And the love. The song has its own tension and it perfectly pictures their own tension. So yeah, this is THEIR song quite literally.

Sorry if my music taste is perhaps basic. I just made it for when I hear songs that are Them.

Falling for Ya. Alec falls for Maurice. "I saw you when you first drove up, Mr Hall..." Something about Maurice, right? Plus really nice vintage vibes with the music. The bit about Into your arms and it's a secure sure sounds like Maurice. Awh, they're falling for *each other*...

Rainbow Connections. Gay and bi people. Marriage. Everything that Maurice and Alec went through to get here, where they were meant to be. Clive. Working for Clive. Leading up to now.

All the things that had to go right, all the things that had to go wrong, that lead us to the place where we were going all along.

On the YT version there's a soft/jazzy cover of Panalangin here. Because they're old and spending time together and being happy. What a throwback, a defined meaning in their lives over time.

Still Into You. After all these decades... Old and grown, together... True soulmates... Two men can defy the world... Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood. Imagine Maurice meeting Alec's mom in this context. If only.

Postmodern Jukebox cover, because they are a quintessentially 20th century couple. They exude vintage.

Some piano playing for Alec. Soft, tender, romantic, emotional, true. Feels like nighttime. Feels like Maurice and Alec. And a throwback to the pre 1914 world as well. Claire de Lune feels like... A credits of life piece. Time spent in the early 1980s. Nocturne feels like that too, but more romantic. Smidge less nighttime. Ah yes, Gymnopédies. The truest credits feel of them all. None of these actually are credits for Maurice and Alec, but I struggle to find the word for this feeling. But yeah. These all have Them vibes to me. Piano of the time just does I suppose. Glad to be reminded of them at any time.

What a long playlist. Like going through almost their whole lives together. 1:52 hrs. Almost like a movie. Imagine that. A full movie of THEIR lives... But leaving to the imagination was a good thing. Led to this such action. Thank you E.M. Forster.

Timeline:

1. Pendersleigh

4. & 5. Russet Room. Night, then Morning

9. Cricket

10. Boathouse Nights

18. The Museum

20. The Hotel

21. After

23. The Boathouse

24. They Still Roam the Greenwood

I just like to imagine them dancing to songs on the radio, for decades to come...

[thetaleoflevi]

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Role Reversal

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Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Content Type: SFW, Angst, Fluff

Content Warnings: Mentions of death, emotional breakdown, explicit language

Description: Levi and Reader’s roles are reversed. Reader is the Captain and humanity’s strongest soldier with the apathetic attitude, and Levi is the ordinary (not so ordinary) soldier with a less cynical view on life.

Word Count: 5.8k+

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It was another late night of you sitting in your dimly lit office, filling out countless reports of the bodies that weren’t recovered after the last expedition. A sigh of sorrow escaped your lips, followed by you rubbing the bridge of your nose. So many good people were gone in the blink of an eye and you had to be the one to fill out the pages that informed their loved ones that the Scout Regiment was unable to bring them back home. Death was a subject that haunted your dreams ever since you joined the Scouts. It’s much worse now that you’ve been given the trust and responsibility that comes with the title of ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.’

You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a voice coming from your bedroom. “Come to bed, Captain Y/N. You work too hard.” Through the open door, you can see Levi sitting on your bed, head against the headboard and legs crossed. He was smirking, knowing you hated being addressed by your title when it was just you and him.

You let it slide, knowing that if it weren’t for him you’d be a fully developed insomniac. He’s very persistent when it comes to taking care of you. “Come lay with me.” He called once again. “I can’t, Levi. I have to finish this up or else i’ll have to do it tomorrow. We have that meeting with Erwin and all the officers tomorrow, so this would only take up more of my time.” You picked up your pen again and began writing the name of another deceased soldier. “I miss you.” You can hear the longing in his voice. “I know.” You mumbled, not looking up. Your brows furrowed as you wrote ‘Deceased’, under the soldier’s name.

“Then if you’re not coming to me, i’m coming to you.” You hear the rustling of Levi throwing your blanket off of his lap. His footsteps are quiet, but with your dog-like hearing you’re able to know where he is. In a few seconds he’s standing behind you, his chin taking its place on your head.

“Whatcha workin’ on?” He questioned, feeling happier now that he’s next to you. “Missing body reports.” That was all you could say about it—all you wanted to say about it. “Almost my entire squad was demolished.” You whispered to yourself as you moved on to the third deceased member of your squad. It was a young girl. She hadn’t been a Scout for more than two years, yet she came to know and love everyone as if they were the family she was born into. She had just turned seventeen, making her the second youngest member to have been on your squad.

“I’m sorry, love. I know I can’t make this hurt you’re feeling go away.” He stood up straight and tucked strands of hair that fell in your face behind your ear. “Do you want to sit on my lap while you work?” He knew exactly what to do to make you feel better, and you never declined his offer. “Yes, please.” You pushed back and rose from the wooden chair. You moved a little to your right to allow him to sit down.

With the way you were so compliant when it came to him, no one who hadn’t met you before would guess that you were the Captain and humanity’s strongest soldier. You looked like a teddy bear sitting on his lap, meanwhile his features are fierce and he was able to shut people up without intending to. In reality, he’s very approachable and kind.

His chest was to your back, his arms around your torso, his chin on your shoulder. He gave you the strength to continue writing with less of a shake in your hand. “I want you to sleep tonight, Y/N. Not on the couch, not in here—but next to me on your bed.” You could feel the vibrations of his voice on your shoulder. You finished writing the sentence you had started and responded to his request. “I’m not gonna promise you that. You’re welcome to sleep on the bed if you want, though.”

Your heart dropped when you heard him sigh quietly. It felt like he was disappointed in you, when really he just wanted to hold you close for a few hours. It helped him forget the monstrous reality you both lived in.

You felt him adjust for the last time on your shoulder, tilting his head to the side. You didn’t pay attention to him as he did so, focusing on the last deceased member of your squad. The youngest, at the young age of fifteen, was gone. How cruel does the world have to be to end the life of someone who was born into mayhem? Who never saw or experienced peace?

You didn’t notice Levi had fallen asleep until you felt soft breathing on your neck. Wisps of hair had fallen messily on his face and his arms loosened around your torso. It was a beautiful, calming sight. He looked so innocent and at ease. You reached down to where his hands rested on your stomach and squeezed his palm softly. For the duration of the time you spent working, your hand ghosted around his. He stirred awake every once in a while which resulted in you whispering for him to go back to sleep. Each time he would re-tighten his arms around you, nudging you like a puppy until he was comfortable again.

It was three in the morning when you finally got through the pile of work. It wouldn’t have taken so long if you had saved the reminiscing for later when you felt the guilt begin to eat you alive.

As you tapped the stack of papers against the desk to get them together neatly, you felt the urge to apologize to Levi for putting him down earlier. He didn’t have to stay with you. He has his own room to sleep in, yet he decided to grace you with his company.

You realized you have a few hours left until you have to get ready for the day. Why not try to sleep?

Levi was sleeping soundly, soft snores coming from him. You smiled a little at the form of his pouty lips. “Levi, baby.” You whispered, reaching your left hand to push his bangs away from his eyes. His eyes fluttered open, silver-turned-blue irises glowing in the orange light of the candle. He gave you the softest smile you had ever seen and kissed your shoulder before straightening his posture.

“Let’s go to the room.” You murmured to him. “Are you done?” He asked in a raspy sleep-filled voice. “Yes. Let’s go to sleep.” You stood up from his lap. He groaned as he moved his legs, trying to get rid of the numbness. You extended your hand to him and helped him stand.

He held onto your hand as you crossed the doorway between your office and bedroom. You split ways as he went to one side of the bed and you other. While he laid down instantly, you sat with your head against the headboard and one knee up.

“That’s not how you’re supposed to sleep.” He mumbled with his eyes closed. “How would you know? You can’t even see me.” You raised an eyebrow. “I can’t feel you close enough to me, plus…” He patted around until he felt your leg bent at the knee. “…your leg shouldn’t be bent like this.” He grabbed your shin and slowly unbent your leg to match the other one.

“Take my form as an example of how you should be laying.” He opened his eyes, waiting for you to recline. You slowly lowered yourself, propping yourself on your elbows as your back neared the mattress. Levi brought your arm down so that you were flat against the bed, head meeting a pillow. You turned to Levi who was now closer. “I can’t promise you that i’ll be sleeping, but i’ll lay here with you.”

He rubbed his thumb slowly against your cheek. “That’s enough for me, beautiful. I’m just happy you’re here with me.” He slugged closer to you, his face nuzzling into your chest.

It was incredible how this man was able to make you feel things that no one else could. His heart slowed as he drifted to sleep, but yours was pounding. You hoped the sound or the feeling wouldn’t bother him. It was his fault, yet you felt guilty.

The bags under his eyes were visible in the light that peered through your windows. You brushed them as gently as possible, as if you could magically get rid of them. It’s been a rough life. Sleep is a luxury that you don’t think you deserve. If you could give your unused hours of sleep to him, you would.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead, running your fingers through his locks of hair. You skimmed the short hairs of his undercut with your knuckles, you could tell he recently cut his hair. He always looked so handsome, sometimes you wondered if you were pretty enough for him. Insecurity was something that often creeped its way into your brain, but you aren’t the type to fish for compliments or make your lack of confidence obvious. If you were to be that way, you wouldn’t make it as a Captain. Having Levi reminds you of how fortunate you are to be alive. He is, and will always be enough for you.

—

Those hours you had went by too quickly. In what felt like a few minutes, it was six in the morning and the sun was beginning to rise. You had to start getting ready for the meeting that started at seven thirty. Your eyes felt heavy, which wasn’t a foreign feeling, but apart from that you felt alright. You slowly released yourself from Levi’s hold so that you could get your clothes for after your shower.

“Come back.” Levi whined, extending his arms in your direction. “We have to get ready for our meeting. I’m gonna shower, i’ll be out soon.” He pouted defeatedly and got out of bed.

You relaxed as the lukewarm water washed down your body. Was it the time to have your mental breakdown? Sadly, no. Not while Levi was outside.

You heard the door open and heard Levi say something indistinctly. “What was that?” You asked. “I said sorry for barging in. I need to fix my hair.” He repeated. You hummed in response. Levi, who was usually a great conversation starter, was dead silent. He was contemplating whether or not he should ask you if you’re okay.

“Hey, Y/N?” He rummaged through your drawers in search of a comb. “Hmm?” “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” You lathered your body with soap and replied with another hum. “Right?” He prompted. “Yes, I do.” You answered. “Do you want to talk about anything?”

The water cascaded down your body, bringing soapy water to the floor. “Not anything in particular.” He frowned, knowing that if you didn’t talk to him when he was around, you’d eventually be left to fight your inner demons alone.

His hair was done but he kept messing it up and combing it again just so that he could keep talking to you. “Please promise me that if you’re ever not okay, we’ll talk about it.” Your face went neutral, unable to pinpoint what made him talk this way suddenly. “I’m not gonna fall apart on you, Levi. Who am I to do so?” You rubbed a few bubbles of soap off of your collarbone under the stream then reached for the shampoo bottle. “You’re my everything. I need to know what’s going on inside that brain of yours.”

You distributed the runny substance to your scalp and mane of hair. The scalp massage you gave yourself was very much needed given the constant weight you felt on you shoulders. A minute later, the foamy texture was rinsed out and you turned the water off. You peeped your head out of the shower, hand reaching for the towel hanging on the steel bar. Levi looked at you from the corner of his eye, enticed by the sight of you being drenched. You got a hold of your towel and shut the shower curtains, missing the light blush that appeared on his face.

You wrapped the towel around your body and stepped out of the shower, not looking in Levi’s direction as you separated your jacket from the dirty clothes. “Do you want me to get out?” The rosy tint was there again. “No, it’s alright. I’ll change in the room.” You took your clothes and shut the door behind you. You dressed into another white button-up and tucked it into your white trousers.

A knock came from the bathroom door. “Can I come in? It’s hot in here.” Levi asked, voice muffled. You internally laughed evilly. “Yeah, I’m done.” The door clicked open and he instantly searched the room for you. You were putting your belt on. “I’m ready to go. Do you need help with your straps?” Please say yes. Please say yes. “Yes, please and thank you. I need to do my hair.” You went to the bathroom and grabbed your hairbrush before returning to your bed.

Levi was waiting on your bed with the leather bands that went around your chest and limbs. “Let’s start with your thighs.” He picked up the brown material. You sat on the bed, lifting a leg to allow him to slip the bands under. He wrapped the pieces of leather around your thighs gently, tightening them the appropriate amount needed and buckling them. This procedure was followed by a kiss applied to each area that was strapped, and a look up at you afterwards. You give him a small smile while you continue to brush your hair.

He finished with the straps that went on your legs, waiting for you to finish brushing your hair to do the ones for your arms and chest.

You put your hair into a ponytail and he immediately began slipping your arms through the leather loops. He buckled the strap that went slightly above your chest, intense eye contact from him while doing so. “What?” You asked curiously. “Oh, nothing.” He placed the awaited kiss and moved down to your abdomen to attach the last two straps to your belt. He placed the last kisses on your stomach, straightening from his slightly hunched position after.

“Thank you, Levi.” If you were more like him, you would make it more clear that you loved him. You would say that you loved him more often. They were his three favorite words coming from you because he knew that you found difficulty saying them, yet you managed to get them out for him. You’ve only said it to him three times before, the rest of the time you show him.

“It’s no bother at all. I wanted to give you some extra love as well because…I know something is off. I’m not gonna push you about it, but please talk to me about it when you can.” You nodded as you put your camel colored jacket on. “Are you ready to go?” You asked, mediocrely fixing your bed. You were going to come back to wash your entire set anyway. “Yeah, let’s go.”

—

It was seven twenty-five when you both got to the meeting room. Familiar faces surrounded you. You sat next to Erwin who sat at the head of the table. You’re his right hand woman, and he trusts you with his life to say the least. Levi sat to your left as your right hand man. He acted as your emotional support, mostly to keep you calm and collected when you thought something wasn’t right and were being misunderstood when you voiced your concerns.

Once the clock struck seven thirty, Erwin began the meeting. “Good morning, everyone. We’re gathered here to brainstorm a plan for our next expedition outside of the walls. Today we’ll be discussing squad reformations and routes that can help lower the amount of casualties and injuries in our battalion. Our next meeting will consist of looking over what we come up with today and confirming the actions we will be taking.” Your hands immediately clenched into fists when your heard ‘next expedition.’ We just went through with one two days ago. The number of casualties and injured soldiers is too high to go outside the walls again so soon.

Levi’s hand found your forearm and squeezed gently. With the amount of times your concerns have been shot down, you were just about done trying to object anything your Commander said in regards to exiting the walls. He was so strong headed and able to defend his methods that you often gave up trying to convince him that there were flaws in his thought processes. You relaxed your hands and sat through the rest of the meeting with your usual stoic expression. Your surface did not reflect the way you felt inside at all.

“Captain Y/N, what do you think of the plan we’ve arranged so far?” The blonde haired man asked, facing you. Should I go for it? Should I tell him what I think just to get shut down again? “It’s a good plan, I just have one concern.” He folded his hands and nodded in an understanding manner. Levi turned to pay attention to the conversation between you and Erwin. The officers were discussing ideas amongst themselves.

“I think it’s too soon to go outside the walls again. I was filling out the reports for the soldiers that died during the last expedition, and we lost a grand number of soldiers.” “Yes, you’re right about that. Our next expedition won’t be for a while though. I noticed the amount of soldiers that came back injured is just as large as those that died, so i’m giving them time to recuperate. The squad reformations we’ve made are just incase our wounded soldiers are not capable of joining us in our next expedition. If they aren’t physically well by the time our next expedition takes place, the squad reformations will be confirmed.”

He agrees? He agrees. “Oh, alright. Then we’re off to a great start with this plan.” He nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

The meeting ended in a little over an hour. Erwin dismissed everyone and made sure to praise you for your input before exiting the room to continue brainstorming alone.

“I’m proud of you, Captain!” Levi beamed a smile and pulled you into an embrace that you refused to reciprocate. The public display of affection had heat creeping to your cheeks even if there was no one in the room but you two. People were walking past the door constantly, and the thought of being seen like this was embarrassing to an extent. “Thank you, Levi. Let’s get out of here.”

—

Lunchtime finally arrived and usually you sat with Hange, Levi, and Erwin, but Hange and Erwin were both busy with their own things so it was just you and Levi. You weren’t hungry, the thought of your fallen comrades slowly beginning to bombard your thoughts again. It brought an unsettling feeling to your stomach.

“You should eat something.” Levi said, taking a sip of his tea. “I’m not hungry. I think i’m gonna go to my office to finish some more work.” “Okay, i’ll go with you.” He said feeling overjoyed to spend more time alone with you. “You don’t have to. I’m just gonna be filling out more papers.” You rubbed the back of your neck. Levi’s clinginess was another reason you loved him. You like the idea of him wanting to be around you all the time, but it’s not a problem if he spends a day without you as well. You withstand the time apart better than he does.

“I want to, though. I like spending time with you even if i’m just watching you do work.” You looked at his teacup that was still three fourths of the way full. “At least finish your tea. You can meet me in my office once you’re done.” You rose from the bench looking at him as he set the porcelain cup down. “Fine, i’ll see you in a bit, Captain.” He stood up and gave you one of his perfect salutes. You nodded and left the table.

—

Throughout your years as a Scout, you’ve seen death left and right. You made it your mission to remain as closed off to others as you could to protect yourself from anymore heartache, but Levi managed to break into your heart by force. He just wouldn’t leave you alone, so you let your guard down for him, seeing the way he cared for you like you were his favorite person in the world. He dealt with your mood swings, he stayed after you pushed him away, and he understood your significance to the Scout Regiment and all the weight you bear solely. He understood that you being deemed humanity’s strongest soldier isn’t just a fancy title, it’s a heavy anchor that weighs on your shoulders.

You opened the door to your office, shutting it behind you before you went further into the room.

You went to your desk and sat down in the wooden chair. A sound came from underneath your boots, making you look down to inspect the area. You crouched down to pick up a paper that had fallen out of the stack of reports you had filled out. ‘Name:_____| Age: 15 yrs| Gender: Male…’ read the beginning of the description. The young boy, once so full of joy and life, was narrowed down to a sheet of paper with a pitiful explanation for why he will never be seen again. You sat on the floor underneath your desk reading the rest of the description. ‘Hair color: Black| Eye color: Hazel| Height: 5’6| Weight: 152 lbs…’

You felt the urge to cry, but tears wouldn’t form. The floor was not at all comfortable, but it brought comfort knowing that your lack of emotional stability wouldn’t be witnessed at first glance. You weren’t visible to anyone under your desk, so if you really wanted to break down, now would be your chance.

A knock came from the other side of your door. That was too quick, Levi. You didn’t answer, still deep in thought and overcome by treacherous feelings.

The door opened without your permission and you didn’t even care. “Y/N, are you in here?” Levi’s footsteps got further as he walked past your desk and into your bedroom. “Are you in here?” He opened the bathroom door, not seeing you in there. “Hmm.” He returned to the doorway between the two rooms. He noticed your boot as it leaned against the left leg of your chair. “There you are.” He traced your boot back to you.

“What are you doing down here? Are you okay?” He crouched down to meet with you at eye level. “Yeah, i’m fine. I just…forgot this…um…report.” You were visibly shaken and Levi wasn’t sure what the cause was. He took the paper from your loose grip and read the page quickly from top to bottom. “Talk.” He sat on the floor, something he wasn’t particularly fond of doing, but anything for you.

“I’m not doing this right now. There’s a time and a place for mourning the dead. Now is not that time, and this is definitely not the place.” You crawled out of the area and slowly got to your feet. Levi followed you as you strode to your bedroom. “When is it the time, then? Where is that place? I’ll take you there whenever.” His voice wasn’t as soft as it was when he first found you. You said you weren’t going to push it, Levi. You’re doing the exact opposite.”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration filling him to the brim. “I just want you to talk to me! Confide in me! God, Y/N. It shouldn’t be this hard. I’m not just some stranger you’ve held close at night. I’m your lover.” You were on the brink of letting every emotion within you loose, bringing yourself back when you see how distressed Levi looks. You know it’s your fault he’s this way right now, but you made him a silent promise.

You sit down on the edge of your bed, holding your hands together tightly. “I’m not going to break in front of you.” You whispered. Levi kneeled down in front of you and held onto one of your shins. “I’m not leaving until you do.” His stormy gray eyes never left yours. “I don’t care if it takes hours. I’m not leaving until you spill your fucking heart out.”

Wherever you went, he just followed you. Working on paperwork? He watched you from the other side of your desk. How he didn’t get tired of watching you was beyond you. “I’m just trying to help.” You didn’t look up at him, continuing your writing. “I know you are.” You murmured. He reached for your vacant hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. “Then why aren’t you letting me?” Tears stung the inner corners of your eyes, threatening to break your facade. You blinked back the blurriness of your vision, prohibiting yourself from showing your true emotions.

“Maybe others can’t see through your stoic mask, but I’m close enough to notice the cracks in it.” And there it was…the first tear. You gripped your pen tighter, ink bleeding through the paper, but you continued writing messily. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips trembled, eyelashes being weighed down with teardrops. “I know it’s hard to bare yourself to me like this.” His eyes softened at the large tears that rolled down your cheeks, ending at your chin, before falling on the paper.

Your chest suddenly felt tight causing a hiccup to fall from your lips. You covered your eyes with both of your hands, tears still streaming underneath them. You felt humiliated at your show of weakness. “How are you gonna try to hide all those tears from me, sweetheart?” He pulled one of your hands down, revealing a closed eye, and a knitted eyebrow. You instantly crossed your arms on your desk and put your head down, tears pooling and leaving dark spots on your sleeves.

Levi hurried over to your side and kneeled beside you. “I know, baby. You need to get this out.” He rubbed your back slowly. The erratic shaking that started in your shoulders lured a sad reaction out of Levi. It was as if he felt every ounce of pain you were feeling. He wanted to cry with you, but stayed strong knowing there was no room for two meltdowns.

“He…was…fif…teen.” You spoke muffled with pauses between gasps. Levi kissed your shoulder. “I know. It’s awful. He was a pure soul and solid addition to the squad, but think about it, he’s not suffering in this disgusting world anymore and he’s no longer living in fear.” Your eyes felt even heavier now. You went silent as you tried to calm down. Your breathing was anything but steady.

When you managed to stabilize yourself, you took one last deep breath before picking your head up.

“Y-Yeah.” You cleared your throat and wiped at your puffy under eyes. “You’re right.” You said more steadily, finally able to face your inamorato.

He undid his ascot and gave it to you to dry your eyes with. “Thank you.” You said quietly, dabbing the cloth on your damp features. He nodded with a soft smile. “How do you feel?” His knuckles brushed your cheeks sweetly. The coldness of his skin felt nice in contrast to your warm, tear-stained face. “Fine.” It was the only word you thought could narrow down how you currently felt after your meltdown. You knew the storm was only passing temporarily, but you weren’t going to make a bigger spectacle than you already had.

“Come on, give me something more.” He turned his head and pointed to his cheek. “I feel better, love. Thank you.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek, not expecting Levi to straighten his head at the last second. Lips met lips pleasantly, heat taking it’s place on your cheeks again. On the inside, he was laughing like a child at his spontaneous act, knowing he managed to fluster you. On the outside, he was enjoying the contact you allowed him to have with you.

Every time he kisses, hugs, or even just brushes his hand against yours, it brings back memories of the first time you let him rock you to sleep like you were a child. He knew before he even formally met you that you never slept because you walked around with the darkest bags under your pretty eyes. When you picked Levi to be on your squad, he made it his own personal mission to get you the sleep you deserved.

You pulled away from him, blush continuing to make you look like you were the subordinate in the relationship. “I’m glad you feel better. I’ll always be here to console you, Y/N. I hope you know that. I’m sorry I had to force your feelings out of you this time.” He smoothly brought one of your hands to his lips and kissed the back. “It’s fine. You shouldn’t have to force me to talk about things. I’ll work on it.” He chuckled at the way you effortlessly made him happy. He was the only one to see your smile often, even if it was a small and short-lasting one.

“What do you want to do now? I’m pretty sure I recall you telling me that you finished all the work you had to do, earlier in the morning.” You stood up from the chair, pulling him up from his kneeled position as well. “Come on.” You took his hand and led him to your bedroom.

“Remember the first night we slept in the same bed? The first night you got me to sleep after you found out I hadn’t slept in a few days?” His eyes twinkled hoping you were thinking what he was thinking. “Mhm. What about it?” You let go of his hand and proceeded to your bed where you sat on the edge and took off your boots. “Can we do that again?” You threw your right boot in a corner next to the left boot.

He felt like his heart was beating out of his chest. This was his favorite thing to do with you, having decided it after only doing it once. It beat every single thing you two did together. He got to watch you close your eyes and get the rest you desperately needed, yet ran from. He got to hold you close and listen to the rhythm of your breathing, and he got to kiss you as much as he wanted.

“Of course, my love. Anything for you.” He went to the opposite side of the bed and took his boots off, tossing them across the room to where your boots were. He got closer to the center of the bed with his back against the headboard and got into a comfortable position before patting his lap for you to lay across. You crawled to where he was, laying your head just above the crease of his arm and the rest of your body lay across his lap. You felt safe and secure in his arms.

“Who knew the Captain was such a softie for an ordinary soldier like me?” Levi cooed, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes with his free hand. “Shut up.” You mumbled with your eyes closed. He chuckled lowly, the vibrations already working on lulling you to sleep. “Are you sure you want to sleep right now? It’s three in the afternoon. You might not be able to sleep at night.” “Mhm.” You hummed. “I don’t sleep at night anyway.” You reassured. “Alright, my dear.” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and began swaying your body slowly. You concentrated on the motion and your heart rate started slowing down.

There was an immense adoration gleaming in Levi’s eyes as he watched you slowly drift to sleep. He kissed your forehead and stopped swaying when he felt your body go limp, chest rising and falling with every breath that escaped your lips.

A few moments later, there was a sudden knock on your door. Levi’s eyes widened, hoping whoever was at the door would leave immediately. Another three knocks came from the other side when there was no response, causing you to stir at the sound. Levi looked down at you, eyes completely soft. He hoped you would stay asleep through the unwelcome raps. Then the doorknob turned.

“Captain Y/N, are you in-” “Shut the fuck up.” Levi muttered through gritted teeth. He was never this aggressive with his words, but when it came to you, he could surprise anybody—even Hange and Erwin.

Eren’s eyes were wide at the sight. ‘Captain Y/N likes affection?’ Was all he thought. “Sorry, Levi.” He whispered. “Can you make sure Captain Y/N sees this when she wakes up?” The boy rubbed his neck as he waited for Levi to look up again. “Just leave it on her office table. Don’t touch anything. No, never mind. Just leave it on her dresser over there.” Levi watched Eren like a hawk as he located your dresser and set the paper down. “I’m heading out. See you later, Levi.” The boy exited the room, unsure of whether he should keep this to himself or tell his group of friends.

“Who was that?” You asked, feigning grogginess a few seconds later. Your survival instincts had you awake by the first knock, but you wanted Levi to feel good about the way he was taking care of you. “It was Eren. Go back to sleep, love. Your schedule is clear for today. You can sleep for the rest of today if you want to.” You nodded and nudged yourself into his chest. “Only a little longer. Wake me up in ten minutes, please.” He stroked your cheek lightly. “Okay, dear.” His expression returned to the loving one he had prior to Eren’s interruption.

You returned to your dormant state rather quickly and Levi didn’t plan on waking you up any time soon.

As time went by, Levi found himself having to hold in his chuckles as he saw drool sliding down the corners of your mouth. He was quick to wipe it away with his thumb, knowing how you’d react if you woke up with drool on your face.

He realized before, but now it was emphasized that nothing could ever stop him from loving you. Not your past, not the present, not the future. Nothing. He knew from the moment you told him you loved him back that he would love and care for you endlessly.

I will hold you like this for as long as you want me to, and as many times as you need me to, my love.

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Sexiled (Part 23/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader ~ College!AU

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Happy Friday! I hope you all had a good week and are staying safe and healthy. This is it. The last part of this story. It’s been a joy writing and sharing with you. I hope you enjoy this final part. A big shout out to @captainscanadian​ for listening to all of my rambles as I tried to finish this fic. Love you! 

Summary: You and Steve finally go on your first date! 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Brief -  Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Tony

Rating: T 

Warnings: Language, some mild suggestiveness maybe,

Word Count: 2492

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After keeping you thoroughly focused on him and making up for the lack of quality time over the past few weeks, Steve finally dragged himself out of your bed around six, which left you with just an hour to get ready for your date.

Relief over being done with the semester and the excitement of going public with Steve had you giddy. You turned on your favorite feel good playlist and danced around as you got dressed and did your hair and makeup.

You grinned at your reflection as you made sure your lipstick was perfect. Doing a quick turn in the long mirror, you adjusted the bright blue lace sleeves of your dress so they were even just below your elbows. And you made sure that your skirt was fluffed properly, falling just above your knees. You’d even opted for your favorite black heeled booties that had bows on the back. While they weren’t your trusty converse, they were the most comfortable fancy shoes you owned, and you were more than willing to put up with any minor discomfort to complete the look.  

At seven o’clock on the dot, Steve knocked on your door, and you raced to open it.

Steve’s eyes went wide as he took you in.

“Wow,” he breathed. “You are stunning, sweetness.”

“Not so bad yourself.”

In truth Steve looked amazing. Black suit and a dark blue button up. He’d forgone a tie and you momentarily lamented the fact you couldn’t yank him down by it, but his lapels would have to do.

“Whatcha hiding there?” you asked peering around him when you noticed that he had his hands behind his back.

“Oh,” he produced a bouquet of red roses from behind his back. “These are for you.”

“They’re beautiful. Thank you,” you pecked him on the cheek

He went to kiss you properly, but you’d already ducked out of his arms to find something to put the flowers in.

“Tall and narrow,” you muttered to yourself, eyeing the container you kept your sharpies in.

“What? No kiss?” he pouted.

“Steven Grant Rogers, expecting a kiss before you even take me out to dinner. I am appalled. What would your mother say?

You dumped out the markers and filled it halfway from your water bottle and dropped the flowers in before turning to him with a faux shocked look.

Steve quirked an eyebrow, but you held his challenge. You were about to give up the game when he spoke.

“You’re right, sweetness. Ma would kill me. It’s probably for the best anyway. Wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty lipstick before we get to dinner.”

You shivered slightly at the implication, making him smirk and you couldn’t hold his gaze.

The charged moment quickly passed, and he cupped your chin to lift it. You saw that his smirk softened into a genuine smile.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered brushing his fingers along your cheek.

““You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.”

“Are you ready to go? I haven’t stopped thinking about this since you said yes.”

“Me neither. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.”  

Steve helped you on with your coat, and once you had double checked your purse, offered you his arm. If you hadn’t been wearing heels you probably would have skipped along next to him.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

You both froze when Tony’s voice drifted lazily out of the common room.

“Should we make a run for it?” Steve whispered.

You glanced down at your heels in answer.

“I’ll carry you,” he laughed.

“You know we can hear you right?”

Tony and Bucky were now grinning at you from the doorway and you decided it was best to humor him. You reluctantly backtracked a few steps. Bucky opened his arms for a hug, which you happily gave him.

“Hey, doll. Sorry about sexiling ya last night.”

“It’s okay, Buck. I’ll just bill you for the chiropractor.”

He rolled his eyes and went to ruffle your hair but your glare warned him off.

Wanda snickered before cooing at you from her seat on Sam’s lap.

“Aww you both look nice.”  

“Thanks, Wan.”

“Where are you two off to?” Sam asked as Bucky plopped down on one of the chairs, swinging his legs over the side.

“Just going out to celebrate the end of the semester,” Steve shrugged.

“And you didn’t invite us,” Tony shook his head.

“Well, we’d love to stay and chat…”

“But we’ve got a reservation. So we’ll see you later,” You finished for Steve.

“Wait are you coming to brunch tomorrow?” Sam yelled.

“Yes!” you agreed poking your head back in the room.

Steve led you towards the elevator laughing silently at the not quiet comments your friends were making.

“Is it just me or did they actually get their heads out of their asses?” Sam asked.

“Nah, Nat said they’re still being dumb,” Tony argued.

“Tonight sounds pretty romantic,” Wanda countered.

“It does,” Bucky agreed.

“Are you two still standing by your bets? There’s still time to change them,” Tony comment.

“Absolutely,” Wanda said with confidence.

“I’m good as I am,” Bucky announced.

“It’s your cash.”

“We get a cut when Bucky wins right?” you giggled as the elevator shut.

“Oh definitely,” Steve nodded.

The T was crowded with everyone out celebrating the holidays, so Steve held onto the pole while you held onto him. He would kiss you on the forehead randomly and you’d kiss him on the cheek.  And he held you tighter when you wobbled in your heels.

It was only a five minute walk from the T to the restaurant in the North End Steve had picked out, and you happily walked hand in hand, ignoring the cold. But you were early for your reservation and had to wait outside. Steve quickly pulled you close, letting you steal his body heat.

“Sorry, sweetness.”

“Don’t be. I really don’t mind snuggling with my boyfriend for warmth.”

He grinned down at you, somehow tugging you even closer.

It was only a few minutes until the hostess called Steve’s name and led you to a table in the corner. You could feel the heat from the wood stove, and it helped take the chill off.

“This place is so cute,” you gushed once the waitress had taken your drink orders.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“How’d you find it?”

“Well I had made a list. But Bucky recommended this one when he found me staring at an excel sheet,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“You made an excel sheet of restaurants in the North End?”

Steve went pink to the tips of his ears.

“Well… I technically made one for all of the restaurants in Boston that I thought you’d like.”

“Was it color coded?” you grinned.

He pointedly read his menu.

“Oh my god it is, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he sighed, looking at you. “Among other organizational systems.”

“If I wasn’t already in love with you, I would be now.”

He chuckled and shook his head, but his smile was bright, blue eyes sparkling.

“That’s because you’re a nerd.”

“And proud of it,” you assured him, raising your nose into the air. “I have it on good authority that nerds are cool now.”

“Well whoever told you that definitely has a crush on you.”

You tilted your head curiously.

“You think Tony has a crush on me?”

This time Steve laughed outright.

“You are ridiculous. And I love you.”

“I love you too.” You squeezed his hand, holding on to it as you perused the menu. “I do hope you kept the excel though. It’ll make picking date night spots for the next three years a lot easier.”

“Three years,” he repeated softly, goofy grin crossing his face.

“For starters,” you added.

His grin only got wider. 

Dinner was delicious - filled with stolen bites and giggles. After a quick stop into Mike’s Pastry to get treats for brunch the next morning, you walked to Faneuil Hall arm threaded through Steve’s and your hand resting on his bicep. You popped into a few stores, finishing up some Christmas shopping.

“So are you still full from dinner or are you ready for something sweet?” Steve asked as you were leaving the candle store.

“I’m always ready for something sweet. What did you have in mind?”

“Ghirardelli is open. We could get some hot chocolate before we keep walking around?”

“Perfect.”

Warm from the hot chocolate, Steve led you towards the far end of the marketplace, checking his watch.

“Are we heading home now?” You couldn’t hide your disappointment.

“Not yet. Come on let’s sit for a few minutes.”

You eyed the cold wood warily, but Steve sat on the bench, patting his leg for you to sit in his lap.  

“Are you ready?” he whispered once you were settled.  

“For what?”

He tilted his head towards the rest of the marketplace.

“Watch.”

Moments later the lights that lined the tress began flashing in time with the music now playing over the speakers. You watched in wonder at the beautiful display, Steve’s arms wrapped around your waist. It was magical.

“Tonight was perfect,” you murmured as you walked back to your room.

“I’m glad, sweetness.”

Steve stopped you outside your door.  You tilted your head, confused.

When he kissed you on the cheek, whispering, “I had a really good time tonight. I hope we can do it again soon.” You realized what he was getting at, and stifled a laugh.

“Me too. In fact, I don’t know that I’m ready for the night to end,” you flirted. “Why don’t you come in for a little while?”

“I don’t think it would be proper, Y/n. It’s only our first date.”

You pouted and shrugged, “That’s too bad. Have a good night, Steve. Thanks for a great date.”

You pecked him on the cheek before sauntering into your room, closing the door behind you.

You giggled and waited ten seconds before opening the door to a grinning Steve who was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“Date officially over?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Good. Get in here.”

He crossed the little hallway with a step and half and you in his arms in an instant.

“That was fun,” he chuckled as he twirled you into the room, kicking the door shut.

“Yes, it was.” You kissed him once. Twice. Three times, as you gazed up at him. “Thank you for making tonight so special.”

“You’re welcome, sweetness. You deserve to feel special. I’m so glad we get to do these things now.”

“Me too. Speaking of which, I think it’s time for that post.”  

“Do you know which pictures you want to use?”

“Mhmm,” you used his shoulder to balance as you slid off your heels, groaning in relief.

You sat on the bed and after shrugging out of his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves (which wasn’t distracting at all) Steve pulled your feet into his lap and started massaging while you made the post.

First you added a selfie the two of you took that afternoon while you’d stuffed your faces. Frankly, you looked like gremlins in it but you loved it. The second photo was Steve kissing your temple as you smiled serenely in front of the Christmas tree. And the third was you and Steve kissing in Times Square, taken by Becca during Thanksgiving.

You quickly added the caption.

Three versions of celebrations.

1.       The end of finals

2.       Our First Date/2 Months (Yes both can be true)

3.       1 month of dating (PC: @BeccaBarnes) (Did I mention I loved NYC?)

Which is your favorite? @SteveRogers Happy two months, handsome! I love you.

When you were happy with the pictures and the caption you showed it to Steve who grinned and kissed you.

“Perfect.”

You hit post and squeaked in excitement. “It’s done.”

“How long do you think it will take for them to see it?”

“Four minutes?” you guessed, though that was probably an overestimation.

“Probably. Well, I have something for you in the meantime.”

You couldn’t help but perk up.  

“Really? I actually have something for you too.”

You reached into your top desk drawer and produced the neatly wrapped package while Steve retrieved his jacket and pulled something out of the breast pocket.

“Happy two months, sweetness.”

“Happy two months, Steve. You go first,” you encouraged bouncing on your knees.  

Steve happily tore off the paper, before looking to you wide-eyed. You hoped that was a good sign.  

“This is too much. You shouldn’t have.”

He ran his fingers over the gold lettering of his name embossed on the dark blue moleskin journal.

“I wanted you to have something a little bit special, and I know you mostly have bigger sketchpads, so I thought it would be nice for you to have something to carry around.”

“It’s perfect. And it’s a lot special. Thank you,” He kissed you tenderly. “Now open yours.”

“Okay.”

You carefully undid the paper and lifted the lid of the lavender box. Inside lay a silver ID bracelet that was engraved on both sides.

“I love you,” you read aloud as you examined it before you turned it over.

“More than yesterday and less than tomorrow,” Steve recited with you.

You couldn’t hold back the tears.

“Oh, Steve.” You shot forward, throwing your arms around him. “It’s so beautiful. And perfect.”

“Just a little something for the days when I’m not beside you to remind you.”

“I’m never going to take it off. I love you so much,” you sniffled.

“I love you too, sweetness.”

Leaning back on your heels, you held out the bracelet to him so he could clasp it. He pressed a kiss to your pulse point before began to trace his way up your arm.

However, violent vibrations drew your attention from each other.  

“I think they saw the post,” he chuckled.

“I think so. Should we face the music?” you asked as you retrieved your phone.

He plucked the device out of your hand and silenced it. After doing the same with his own, he placed them both on the desk.

“They can wait. I have much more important things to attend to.”

Steve reached out to cradle your cheeks, keeping you still as he leaned up to kiss you. He hesitated for just a hair’s breadth away from your lips. For a moment you thought he was going to ask if he could kiss you, like he did that night in October. But before you could say anything his lips met yours, and you melted into the kiss. The wash of contentment that rushed over you was similar but somehow even deeper than the first kiss you’d shared. You were certain it was because you loved each other more than you did then. And the thought of how much love you would feel in your future kisses had you smiling against Steve’s lips.

A/N: So that’s it for this story! I have loved writing for them and I hope that you’ve enjoyed reading this story. Thank you so much for all of your support and patience. It means the world to me. On to the next project! 

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Jaune walks into his bedroom to find Ruby in a bunny suit for their anniversary.

*Door Opening*

Jaune: Ruby I’m home! Are you here?! *he shouts into the small apartment he and Ruby are renting while carrying a brown bag*

*silence*

Jaune: ‘Sweet! Now I have time to get started on my surprise for our anniversary!’

Jaune had made it a mission for this year to make this year’s anniversary a special one. His wife deserved to get a special surprise after spending so much time on missions lately. Granted he did his fair share of missions but he knew that she was always busy after being dubbed one of the Saviors of Remnant, so he wanted to play towards Ruby’s favorites tonight. Inside the special bag of wonders Jaune had gotten all of Ruby’s favorites. He went out and had bought a large bottle of Bailey’s Strawberry and Cream liqueur, a large box of strawberries, two cans of whipped cream. Best of all though he managed to get a full batch of Tracy’s (a local baker) chocolate-caramel-peanut butter mixed cookies, or as Tracy loves to call them, Sumbitches, which Ruby absolutely loves!

Jaune felt he had all the materials he needed to make this night a special one. Now all he needed to do was get his wedding present from Saphron that consisted of ten scented candles that he and Ruby saved to give this surprise the extra kick it needed. After placing all the items on the kitchen island, Jaune starts heading towards their shared bedroom. He turns the knob of the door to open it and... immediately jaw drop at the site before him. In front of him was his wife of one year, sitting down in a virasana pose (yoga) with the skimpiest bunny suit he’s ever laid eyes on. Ruby smiled with her faced red as her namesake but her eyes conveyed that she was determined to make this night extra special.

Ruby: Hi Jaune. I’m happy that you’re home. Do you like your surprise ~

Jaune: I-I... Y-You... Uh... *nods*

Ruby: Good. I’m glad you do because you’re gonna be keeping this wittle bunny up all night, you hear?

Jaune: o_o Oh...really? That sounds lovely.

Ruby: Mhmm. You wanna know the best part?

Jaune: Was’ that? *he felt blood rushing out of his head and going...somewhere else*

Ruby: *cough* ...I’m fertile.

Jaune: O_O

Ruby: So...whatcha gonna do about it husband of mine?

Jaune: ...Well for starters, I’m gonna go fetch those strawberries and whipped cream from the kitchen, but after that I’m gonna take care of my wife’s needs. *starts removing his shirt*

Ruby: Yay~ ❤️

Looks like those treats will come in handy after all, just not for their intended purposes. Oh well, happy anniversary to him and her~

This is probably the most lewd thing I’ve written so far. Welp, I hope you guys enjoy!

Also if you can guess where those cookies are a reference from you get a thumbs up. 👍

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This is War by Emily Kinney RP Sentence Starters: Part 2 (feel free to change name(s), pronouns, etc as needed). Find part 1 here

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol/food mention, cigarette mention, weapons mention, cheating

Never Leave LA:

“Feels like I'm floating With the world down below”

“Instead of walking on the sidewalk”

“I'm going with the flow instead of meddling hard lines”

“There is heaven and earth”

“I've still got bruises but they don't seem to hurt”

”I don't wanna waste another day”

”Have you got room for my suitcase?”

“Oh, baby, call me over”

“Beg me to stay and I'll never leave LA”

“Maybe it's the sunshine or the tall palm trees”

“Maybe it's your light blue eyes that got me weak in the knees”

"I don't need strong legs for just swimming in the sky”

“If you're somewhere beside me I seem to just stay high”

“Beg me to stay”

“I'll never leave LA”

“Through the haze of the smog and the smoke is a pink sunset”

“Tattooed on my body is our winning bet”

“As the city sky darkens”

“I'm headed to your house”

“If there is such thing as true love”

“We got it all figured out”

“Leave LA”

Crash and Burn:

“I've got lots of questions but you've got me”

“We've got lots of reasons to never ever leave”

“Come and visit me where the trees grow tall”

“I want you to be kissing me when we both fall”

“We're gonna crash and burn”

“We're gonna live and learn this weekend”

“I was the girl of your dreams now I'm the girl I'm crying when you're sleeping”

“I've got lots of questions when I stay up real late”

“I don't believe in magic, ghosts, a god, an angel, or that you're my soul mate”

“A chicken scratch of time and tasks to map our fate”

“You never have the answers for this life that we face”

“The ground feels so hard when the fall was easy”

“Nothing you say will ever please me”

“Nothing you do will ever reach me”

Molly:

“I know about Molly cause she told my friend that she was hooking up with you on the weekend”

“Guess those stories that you told me turned out not to be true”

“You say you're done with Molly”

“Well, I am done with you”

“She likes to sing and get high”

“She likes to kiss my boyfriend when he comes walking by”

“Just confess it out loud”

“You're so guilt-stricken, crying on the corner”

“Do you feel better now?”

“You were working with Molly when you said she's just a buddy”

“Never thought you were the type to fuck an understudy”

“Molly's so naive, she don't know wrong from right”

“When your girlfriend's out of town she's at your place all night”

“NYU, LaGuardia, to so Broadway bound”

“She keeps taking shitty gigs that I turned down”

“I hope you love her face”

“I hope you dig her voice”

“Well, I have made another choice”

“Molly, you can have him, you're much cooler than me”

“I never liked staying out smoking weed till 3″

“Take my boots in his closet like you took my man”

“It's clear you don't mind wearing things secondhand”

“I'm not looking for a winner, or a loser, or a forfeit”

“My heart's in little pieces so I hope that it was worth it”

“Hope you're happy together cause I'm doing alright”

“You both should stay away from the Lower East Side”

“I hope you feel better now”

Last Chance: 

“You've got bad dreams from the broken wedding rings That you keep under your pillow while you sleep”

“There's open spaces, blank faces when you search for answers on the street”

“There's no one left to call”

“Nothin' much to say”

“Pretty sure the world is gonna end today”

“Drink up one last whiskey, head to the dance”

“This is our last chance”

“So gimme whatcha got tonight”

“Packin' cigarettes”

“I'm your light”

“Gimme whatcha can”

“I'm the last pretty girl”

“You're the last decent man”

“I've got broken heart pieces swimming in my bed”

“Broken conversations floatin' in my head”

“A let down little mermaid trying to find air at the top”

“Pretty sure this spinning world's about to stop”

“So I cover up in glitter, head to the dance”

“When the world is on fire”

“Your heart is on ice”

“It's hard to know what's wrong and what's right”

“If you wanna feel your blood burn, get to the floor”

“Scream to God, ‘I want it more!’”

“More hurricanes, snow storm, rain in my face”

“More midnights drunk and dizzy dancin' at your place”

“A life of fame and fortune and the star of some show”

“Now it's almost over, almost time to go”

Weapons:

“I'm only human, I need a god”

“To show me what we want when we fought”

“From morning to dusk”

“Our tears causing rust on all of our weapons”

“He's just a man but deep in his eyes I see all this love without the lies”

“From now till forever”

“We'd be so much better without the weapons”

“Empty my gun, dull my knife”

“Build a house, make a life”

“We lie in bed and let the record play”

“I hope that he and I will always be this way”

"I'm only human but I've found a match”

“He doesn't hurt, he doesn't scratch”

“I'm just some girl but I've found a soul”

“He doesn't push, he doesn't pull”

“He's just a man but he's like a savior”

“That I don't deserve after my bad behavior”

“He says he's wasted with no money left”

“All that I see is perfect”

“I hope that he and I will always be this way”

“I am done with the jealousy, done with the fighting, done with words that feel just like biting”

“I have found a new man with a heart he wants to share”

“It just goes to show life isn't always unfair”

“I have pumped new blood into this heart for him to take”

“We're gonna move to California to a house on a lake”

“Some day we will kiss in front of family and friends”

“Only cake and champagne and no need for weapons”

“All these clear-headed thoughts were once home to doubt”

“Think I finally know what life is about”

“And it seems smooth sailing where the waters were rough”

“How the world looks different when you find yourself in love”

[robinskey]

Steve Harrington x Nancy’s Childhood Friend! Reader (pt 3)

Part One//Part Two

A/N: Welcome to part three of this series! Some of you seem to be liking it, and I really enjoying writing it, so there will definitely be more parts. ☺️

The next morning, you only half-expect Steve to show

You certainly don’t expect the doorbell to ring at 7:20

And when you crack open the door, toothbrush in hand, he’s standing on the other side of it

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to school?”

He checks his watch and mutters “shit”

“Sorry, didn’t realize I was early. I can go sit in my car for ten minutes, if you want?”

“Y/N, who’s at the door?” a shrill voice calls behind you

And then your mother is standing at your shoulder, beaming

“Steve Harrington? Is that you? My, you’ve grown since I saw you last-when was that, at Y/N’s eighth birthday party?”

“I suppose so, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Well, you’ve gotten a lot taller in those nine years. Lot more handsome, too”

“And, if I may, Mrs. Y/L/N, you haven’t aged a day”

By this point, your face is the color of strawberry jam

You subtly elbow your mother, hoping she’ll get the point

But she’s just as taken by Steve’s charm as the giggly freshman at Hawkins High

“Steve, have you had anything to eat today? I just made pancakes, if you’d like to come in for some”

“Mom,” you groan, “we have to get to school”

But Steve’s already bouncing into your living room

“I think there’s enough time for me to sample some of your mother’s delicious cooking, Y/N. Nice outfit, by the way”

For a moment, you think he’s genuinely complimenting your Def Leppard t-shirt

But then you realize you’re still wearing your bright blue pajama shorts with the Cookie Monster’s face printed all over them

You sprint to your room to change into jeans

When you come back out into the living room, Steve is now making conversation with both your parents between forkfuls of scrambled eggs

He frowns when he sees you

“Why’d you take off your cool pants?”

You roll your eyes

“Are you done eating the breakfast my mother cooked for me?”

Steve stands up, wiping his face on a napkin and thanking your mother for her “hospitality”f

He’s literally been here five minutes

Your mother says he’s welcome in your house “any time”

You stifle a groan as you grab a granola bar off the kitchen counter

The two of you make your way out to his car in silence

He tries to make small talk, but when you’re not super responsive, he goes:

“You know, your mother invited me to dinner tonight”

You nearly choke on your granola bar

He reaches over to pat you on the back

“Don’t worry. I made up an excuse about having soccer practice or something”

“You don’t even play soccer”

“Your mother doesn’t know that”

You playfully punch his arm as he pulls the BMW into the school parking lot

“It’s a good thing you could think quickly enough to make up an excuse. Otherwise, you’d be stuck joining us for Meatloaf Night”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” he says as he pulls the into a parking spot

“I’m not ‘Mrs. Y/L/N’, Steve,” you say, doing your best Harrington impression. You even flick your hair, even though your mane isn’t quite as majestic. “You don’t have to suck up to me”

“I’m not. I like your parents, I like you…why wouldn’t I like Meatloaf Night at the Y/L/N household?”

You try to ignore the flutter in your chest

Steve Harrington likes you. So what?

This isn’t middle school

Yet, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks

You busy yourself gathering your belongings and stepping onto the parking lot pavement

“Well, for starters, while I adore my mother, I’m well aware that she can’t cook,” you say, kicking the door shut behind you

Steve jumps pops open the driver’s door and follows you

“What do you mean she can’t cook? Those pancakes were pretty good this morning”

You shoot him a pointed look as he rounds the back of the car, and he shrugs

“Okay, I mean, they were a little crispy, but still. They were like…pancake hash browns. Yeah”

Your eyes rolled to the heavens for the second time today-a new record, since it wasn’t even quarter-to-eight

“Yeah, I’m sure you Harringtons consume a lot of home-cooked pancake hash browns”

“We don’t get a lot of home-cooked anything,” Steve says. “My parents are never home, so I pretty much survive on takeout. I’m pretty sure I’m Taco Bell’s most loyal customer”

You’re both laughing as you walk across the lot

That sort of carefree happiness only exists to be extinguished

So naturally, as soon as you cross the threshold into the school, you spot your best friend walking down the hallway, hand-in-hand with her new beau

Steve’s still behind you, holding the door open while a stream of kids pour in, a dorky grin on his lips

And, quite honestly, it would be a tragedy for that smile to disappear

You know you can’t let him see Jonathan and Nancy

You wait for the horde of kids to pass, and then you hop in front of him, blocking the doorway

The timing is a little off, so when you leap into his path, you end up a lot closer to Steve than you expected. If he was a little bit shorter, you’d be mere inches from his face

But as it stands, you’re staring at his chest, and he’s gazing down at the top of your head

“Hey, whatcha doin’, short stuff?” he asks

“Oh, uh, nothing, I just...”

He starts to raise his head, and you panic

You stand on your tiptoes and throw your arms around his neck in what must be the most awkward hug in the history of humankind

Steve wobbles a little at first, like he’s about to lose his balance

But he gradually relaxes into the embrace

His arms wind around your waist almost instinctively

His chest is warm and firm and doused in cologne

It makes you want to stay there forever

But eventually, you remember who you are

And who he is

And how many girls he’s probably held like this before

Including your best friend

That last thought is enough to make you jerk away from him without even glancing over your shoulder to check the coast is clear

“Thanks again for the ride,” you half-tell, half-yell at the bewildered boy before you

Steve watches with a furrowed brow as you turn on your heel and take off towards your locker

“Hey, see you after school?” he calls down the hall

You don’t trust your voice enough to answer, so you just hold a “thumbs up” over your head as you scurry away

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* - smut, mentions of sex, mention of kinks, thigh riding, etc. Read at your own risk

song: get some by ghosted

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the concert ended but the party didnt. i was lucky enough to be on tour with palaye but still had work to do when the shows were over. it was a week we had stops that were close enough together to stay at an air b&b for the night, which was nice since i could finally sit down and get things done. we had all went back to the house after the concert to get cleaned up, the boys being extremely sweaty from the stage lights and high energy performance. i sat at the island typing as they all ran around getting ready for the night ahead of them. i sat quietly as they conversed with their girlfriends who were visiting for the weekend.

i looked up when remington threw himself into the bar stool across the counter from me. he smiled at me before picking up one of the apples from the bowl on the counter and tossing it in the air. he took a large bite out of it as emerson walked out into the kitchen/living room.

"you going with us tonight?"

i looked down at my laptop to scan my work before looking back at him.

"i dont think so, its already eleven and ive got too much work to do tonight."

he frowned at me before gesturing to remington.

"you coming?"

rem looked at me and i peered at him over my laptop.

"ya know what, why dont you guys go ahead, ill stay here and help y/n."

i looked up completely, shock written on my features.

"you dont have to do that rem, you should go and have fun."

his 'girlfriend' walked up to his side and played with his hair.

"yeah remi, come have fun with us, she doesnt need your help to do her job."

she peered at me and i sent her a stern glare.

he rubbed her back.

"why dont you go hang out with them, ill be right here when you get back."

she leaned down and kissed him and led the way for them all to leave. when the door was closed me and remi were the only two left in the house. he tapped the counter as i went back to typing.

"so, its been a while since we were alone together."

i looked up at him.

"yep."

i went back to typing.

"whatcha doin over there?"

"fixing lighting."

"whats wrong with the lighting?"

i looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"the yellows and greens where washing Emerson out the whole show. i have to fix the positioning on my renderings for the next venue."

he nodded and made an o with his mouth. i went back to typing.

"is there anything else you have to fix?"

i looked up at him.

"a couple things."

"like?"

i sighed.

"remington if you keep asking me questions im not gonna get anything done."

i laughed lightly and he smiled at me, throwing his hands in the air in defeat.

"okay, okay, if you want help with anything let me know, im gonna go chill on the couch."

he motioned behind him and i nodded before getting back to work.

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i sighed and stretched, i had been sitting on this bar stool for almost two hours. none of the group had showed back up yet and remington was still sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. i closed my laptop as i heard him laugh out loud at something he saw on his feed. i rolled my eyes before standing and shaking out my legs.

"god, i feel like ive been curled over forever."

he turned to look at me as i made my way to the couch, sitting on the arm rest next to him. he slid down the settings on his phone to look at the time more clearly.

"well, in all fairness you have been sitting on your computer for over two hours, its one."

i groaned.

"yeah, im surprised no ones back yet."

he stretched and clasped his hands together behind his head, lengthening his body.

"im not, when the boys drink, the boys drink."

he laughed and i just shook my head.

"whatever."

he nudged my leg with his elbow.

"do you wanna do something now that your work is done?"

i shrugged and let my legs fall on either side of the arm rest.

"what did you have in mind?"

i looked down at him, seeing him quickly opening youtube then shoving his phone in my face.,

"look at this."

i leaned back a little before taking it and watching the video. i looked at remington funny.

"really?"

he shrugged.

"what?"

i turned the phone around to show him.

"boy out here on the weird side of youtube."

he laughed and took the phone back.

"i mean you didnt have to take it."

i rolled my eyes.

"yeah but i was curious."

he raised an eyebrow and smirked at me.

"arent we all."

i winked at him.

"you know it."

he leaned toward me and rested his arm on my thigh, smacking my knee with his hand. i shifted.

"what?"

i shook my head.

"nothing."

he tapped my my knee with his fingers like he was playing a keyboard. i watched his hand intently before looking back at him staring at me. he raised an eyebrow.

"okay maybe im just a little touch starved."

i ran a hand through my hair and looked away from him. he scooted closer to me.

"touch starved?"

i looked back at him and nodded slowly. he locked eyes with me and squeezed my lower thigh.

"are you okay?"

i shrugged.

"i just dont touch people or let people touch me and thats one of the leading reasons im depressed and sick all the time. like adult humans need affection and hugs and kisses and things like that but i cut myself off so i dont really get the things that my brain needs to be happy."

i looked ahead of me, i didnt care to see his pity ridden face. suddenly he moved and hugged me tightly from the side, his left ear pressed to my right arm.

"do you feel better yet?"

i laughed.

"yes rem, definitely."

i ruffled his hair lightly with my left hand and he looked up at me but didnt remove his arms from my body.

"liar."

i slouched into him.

"okay, its not like you can fix it right away."

he loosened his grip a little before kneeling next to me on the couch and squishing my face in his hands.

"what else would you want me to try?"

i shrugged.

"did you ever used to try things to feel better? like find one person to hug everyday or something?"

i laughed and he let go of my face. i just shook my head,

"what?"

i looked at him knowingly.

"sex. i used to have sex."

his face went straight.

"sex."

i nodded.

"yeah, i used to have sex to make myself feel better, it was intimate and 'affectionate' touching for at least a night. in case you haven't noticed though i havent been with anyone since we started plans for tour months ago so yeah theres nothing i can really do about that."

he sat back on his knees defeated.

"i guess you couldnt masturbate either cause thats still not another person touching you, that you touching yourself."

he looked at me with a straight face before we both laughed. he laid back on the couch, his feet pushed up against the arm rest i was sitting on. he rested one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach.

"so, did you just find random dudes or?"

i sent him a look.

"really, thats what your worried about right now?"

he shrugged.

"i figured it was a ligther topic i dont know."

i just shook my head.

"no they werent just random dudes, you gotta have a connection first ya know. they were people that i had hung out with before, kind of close but not enough for them to care if we slept together and then didnt talk for a little while ya know. it was always easier that way cause i knew who wanted a screw and who wanted more depending on the mood i was in."

he raised a brow.

"particular people for particular kinks or turn ons?"

i smiled at him.

"yeah sometimes."

"like?"

"like people or like turn ons and kinks?"

"turn ons and kinks, i couldnt care less about the people."

i laughed at the face he made.

"what you want a reference?"

"just trying to see what kind of person youre hiding under that hard exterior."

i raised a brow and smirked at him.

"okay, well for starters id say soft touches."

he laughed.

"wow, soft touches?"

"dont laugh, its a turn on, start light and build up ya know."

"youre right, continue."

"neck fetish, not just like i like necks im talking like hickeys and kissing and licking, weird vampire shit ya know."

"amen to that."

i laughed at him.

"thigh riding-"

"im sorry what?"

"thigh riding?"

"yeah what the hell kinda?"

i lifted my foot up on the couch so it wasnt dangling in front of it anymore.

"its where you are on someones lap or like knelt over one of their thighs while their sitting down and grind yourself on them to get off. i guess in my instance making out with someone while they touch me, but while thats happening im riding their thigh.? "

"that sounds like itd be an  experience."

i looked at him with a sly smile.

"oh it is."

there was a pause.

"can you show me?"

if i was drinking i would have spat all over the place.

"you what?"

"can you should me? i mean your on the arm of the chair, you could do it on that right?"

i laughed.

"do you know how wet that would make someone? the couch would be near ruined."

i laughed.

"so do it on me."

i stopped and looked at him, he was staring up at me with a very serious face.

"You're joking right?"

"What's wrong with two friends hooking up?"

I shrugged.

"I don't know how about the fact that you kinda have a girlfriend."

"Oh come on no one here even likes her, not even me, and we're not really dating she's just like around."

I rolled my eyes.

"Tell her that."

"I'm telling you that, now get over here and show what the heck thigh riding is."

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Lips Of An Angel

This is part 8 of Betrayal. It seems like I’m the only one that likes this but I’m gonna keep writing it. I honestly love this story so expect a lot from it. I wrote this part based around the song lips of an angel by Hinder by the way. Scarlet deals with the struggles of having no job her calling Dean when he can’t it anymore. Dean surprising her when he goes out of his way to make it better. 

Dean Winchester x OC Scarlet

Warnings:Cheating a word here and there.

Taglist I’ll happily add you: @thewinchesterchronicles

Part 1  Part 9

I woke up the next morning feeling sore and cold. Opening my eyes I found the place beside me empty a folded note in Dean’s place. I yawn sitting up just as my phone tells me I have a text.

Picking up the note I recognize Dean’s hand writing.

Sorry I got called into work. I wouldn’t have left otherwise. I’ll call you later. Dean <3

I smile at the small heart drawn by his name it filling my stomach with butterflies. Biting my lip I stop the giddy noise that tries to leave my throat. Picking up my phone the smile grows seeing his name flash across my screen.

Dean: Had fun last night we should do it again.

I quickly replay getting out of be still dressed in just Dean’s shirt.

Scar:Maybe I’ll get better at darts if we do :)

I get a new message almost as soon as I hit send.

Dean:Oh I see your finely awake sleeping till noon…

Giggling I lean on door frame of my closet.

Scar:Well someone kept me up all night.

Dean:Bad neighbor?”

Scar:Something like that.

Dean:Want me to talk to them

Scar:Would you?

Dean:For you? Of course ;)

Scar:I’m getting in the shower I smell like a hooker.

Dean: What vodka and sex

I laugh throwing my phone on the bed and get into the shower.

After I got out I started picking up the house. When I sat down to take a break I decided on a quick nap then to start my hunt for a job.

I walked thru the woods, the leaves crunching under my feet. I was looking for something but I knew where I was going. The more I walked I started to hear waves. Walking out of the tree line I saw a fire on the beach someone sitting on a log in front of it.

I walked up to the person not surprised when it was Dean sitting there. Him dressed his his usual flannel but this time it was a thick coat. His breath making little puffs of clouds when it met the frigid air.

“Do you like it?” He asks looking up at me.

“It’s beautiful but cold.” I say sitting next to him.

He holds out a cup of hot chocolate which I gladly take. Tucking my legs under me I lay my head on his shoulder staring at the water.

“We could do it you know.”

“Do what?” I ask looking up at him. The setting sun making his green eyes shine them almost looking gold.

“Leave. Just get in the car and drive.”

“What about Rebecca and Sam?”

“Sam would be okay. Rebecca made her choice.” He says looking back out to the waves.

“No one would know any different. It would just be me and you ansget the world.”

“You know I want you.” I say honestly.

“Then what do you say?”

“Okay.”

Smiling he places his hand on cheek pressing his chapped lips to mine. He kisses me softly his mouth warm on mine He pulls me close wrapping his arms around me making me feel completely loved and safe.

I wake up the TV switching channels from me laying on the remote. Rolling my eyes I turn it off and get up to finish my day.

It’s been almost two weeks since Dean stayed the night. I haven’t seen him it would normally making me feel like a one night stand but he found a way to keep me from thinking that way.

He would text me randomly. It was also mundane things. I knew it was because of Rebecca. She wouldn’t think it was odd if he “accidentally” sent me a message for a customer and we had a small conversation afterward. He also always called me on his way home from work. Sometime on his way to work. It was nice to be thought about even more so from someone like Dean.

He was almost perfect.

I know it was wrong going behind my sisters back but I felt like we needed each other. I know what most people thought about being with a married man but me and Dean wasn’t together, technically. We made each other happy and between trying to help Rebecca and finding a new job I would take all the happiness I could get.

It was definitely odd for me. Some of our conversations leading to her. I also would tell him how to work it out. He would agree and we would move on. I never felt hurt by it I knew what we did and were doing was wrong maybe that’s why. But in a weird way I knew Dean knew she didn’t love him. Not that I loved him so much better but my sister never really loved anyone. Even before our parents died she seemed to only think about herself. Not caring who she hurt or said as long as she got what she wanted. I learned that at a young age.

Standing in front of my closet I stood on my toes putting a box in the top.

“Whatcha doing?” Rebecca asks walking into my room.

“Nothing much, what about you?” I ask turning to face her.

“Oh nothing about to go out.”

“Cool.” I say moving to sit on my bed picking up the book there.

“Umm yeah.. Hey mom told me if you give me some money she’ll give it back to you.”

“I don’t have any money.” I lie looking at her.

“Don’t you get paid for babysitting?”

“Yeah but I used it to buy school clothes.”

“I only need like thirty dollars.”

“That’s two weeks of pay for me. Where do you think I just got thirty dollars at?”

“It’s not that big a deal. Mom will give it back. I need some gas money or else I can’t go out tonight.”

“Then don’t go out tonight.”

“Why won’t you just give it to me?”

“Why should I have to?” I ask raising my voice getting mad tired of her doing this every weekend.

“Because your my sister!” She says yelling making me jump.

“What is going on back here?” My mom asks walking down the hallway to my room.

“Your little bitch daughter won’t give me any money. I swear I bust my ass helping everyone and when I need gas money no one won’t lift a finger.” Rebecca says pushing past my mother and storming down the steps.

“I’m leaving don’t bother waiting up.” She says slamming the front door.

I’m pulled from my thoughts my phone going off. Picking it up it telling me I have an email.

I sigh it telling me my rent is due next week. As if to make matters worse the lights go off leaving me in the dark except for the light coming from the windows.

‘Why me?’ I think to myself as I call electric company. When they refuse and extension I flop over on my couch.

‘I’m being punished.’ I think as I open google once again looking for jobs around me.

I call making appointment fill out applications and whatever else I can do until my stomach growls.

Getting off the couch I shiver the fall air leaking in without any heat on. Knowing that I can't cook anything I eat some yogurt it not making me feel very satisfied.

I go to my room putting on another layer of clothes and crawl into the bed. I shiver pulling the covers tightly around me.

I tried to sleep but it wasn’t gonna happen any time soon and I knew it. Sitting up I picked up my phone is only on thirty percent. It lighting up my dark room. I look at the picture for my background. It was from the other night. All four of us smushed together in the booth our faces barely fitting in the shot. It was after a few drinks us all happy. I smile at the memory. Pulling up my speed dial. It showing pictures of each person. There was only five. The only people I knew really. Ruby, Rebecca, Sam, Dean and Bobby. I look at Ruby’s face ready to dumb all my worries on her but some reason my thumb ends up pressing Dean instead. It a picture of him crossing his eyes Sam in the background.

“Hello?” Dean asks sounding tried making me realize it’s late and this was a bad idea.

“Hey, sorry I shouldn’t have called.” I say ready to just hang up.

“No it’s okay, there's got be a reason your calling so late.”

“It’s stupid.”

“I’m gonna take a shower.” He says his voice quite from holding the phone away from his mouth.

It making me remember where he was. He was home, with my sister, his wife. I called him to listen to be complain as if he was mine. My life truly a train wreck.

“Sorry it’s kinda hard to talk right now.” He says the sound of the shower turning on.

“That’s fine I’ll call you later.” I say my voice cracking a tear running down my cheek.

“I said it was hard not impossible. Is everything okay?”

I nod knowing he can’t hear me.

“It’s.. Not really.”

“Well talk to me. I gotta whisper cause I can’t be to loud but I’m here.” He says softly.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble.” I say wiping my cheek.

“Tell me why your crying sweetheart.”

“For starters I’m sitting in the dark right now.”

“Why?”

“My power is out. I can’t pay the bill, I can’t pay the bill because I got fired. I got fired because I wouldn’t sleep with my boss. And to top it all off the only person I feel like talking to is my sister’s husband.” I say laughing at how pitiful I sound.

“Well looks like you got yourself in a pickle.”

“That’s an understatement.” I say laying my head back closing my eyes.

“It’s funny that your calling me tonight.”

“Why’s that?”

“We just got into a huge fight.”

“About what?” I ask my eyes still closed head against the wall.

“I’m not being supportive. She wants me to take off work until she is better.”

“What did you say?”

“That I’m going to. My hands are tied are I have a job to do.”

“I think we should just run away.”

“In my dreams maybe.” He says snorting.

“I had a dream we ran away.” I say remembering it from a few weeks ago.

“How'd that go?”

“I don’t know, I woke up before we actually did it.”

“Well it sounds better than my dream.”

“What did you dream?” I ask yawning.

“Wasn’t nothing about you. My dreams about you are always good.”

“You dream about me?” I ask blushing.

“I have since I've knowing you but they have picked up recently.”

“You better hush before she knows your talking to me.”

“I don’t think she has a clue.”

“We are horrible people.”

“Maybe so, but I won’t lie I wish she was you.”

“Dean…”

“I got to go. Will you be okay?” He says a knock sounding in the background.

“I’m okay. Thanks for talking to me.”

“Getting to listen to your sweet voice I’d don’t think there is anything else I rather do.”

“You better go before I start another fight.” I say smiling.

“Goodbye Scarlet.”

“Good night Dean.”

I end the call and lay the phone down feeling better then I did. Him also seeming to know how to make me feel better.

I put my almost dead phone on the bedside take and lay down. Closing my eyes I fall asleep quickly today taking its toll.

I wake up to someone shaking me. Opening my eyes feeling but not seeing the person standing over me I jump away from them screaming.

“Scarlet relax it’s just me.” Dean says turning his flashlight on letting me see him.

“You scared me to death I thought you were a rapist.” I say throwing at pillow at him my heart pounding.

“Well I tried calling you and you wouldn’t answer the phone.” He says making me realize I made him worry.

“It’s dead. No power remember. What are you doing here anyway?”

“You said you were sitting in the dark you think I was gonna leave you alone.” He says walking up to me.

Wrapping his arms around me I hug him him very warm compared to me.

“Baby your freezing.” He says pulling me closer.

I ignore the way my heart picks up when he calls me baby nuzzling into him.

“Thank you for coming.” I say shivering.

“Of course. Get back in bed I have a surprise.” He says pulling away from me.

“What surprise?”

I watch him put the flashlight in his mouth and then turn around to what I can guess is a heater. He bends down and flicks a switch and turns a dial.

“It runs off gas but no fumes come out so don’t worry about getting a headache.” He says standing back up.

“Where did you get it? I’m sure everything is closed now.”

“I got it from the shop. Don’t worry about taking it back it was mine to begin with.” He says setting a small battery powered lantern on the nightstand. It filling the room with a light blue glow letting me see Dean better.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask biting my lip.

“Because I don’t want you to freeze to death.” He says sounding different.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant your already fighting with my sister why risk coming out in the middle of the night?”

“Because I’m fighting with her.” He says pulling his jacket off.

“Huh?” I say as he places it over my shoulders.

I quickly put my arms threw the sleeves thankful for the warmth.

“She is already mad at me. I don’t care anymore.” He says sitting on the bed and starts taking off his shoes.

“Wait are you staying here?”

“If that’s alright with you.”

“Okay.” I say nodding not knowing how this night would go.

He picks up the tangled blanket and throws it back over the bed, only to pull it down.

“Come on sweetheart.” He says smiling at me.

Blushing I move to lay under the covers him getting in beside me pulling it up around us. He pulls me close to him and closes his eyes.

“Thank you.” I say softly burning my head in his neck not knowing how cold I was until I was next to something so warm.

He kisses the top of my head us both falling asleep tangled with each other.

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random sexual / sensual / suggestive starters pt.1

Since I’ve got about 30 hours of sexual songs on spotify ( be it suggestive, sexual, just sexy sounding , don’t judge me) I decided to make a meme of 200 starters from it, at least for part one. May they serve all your sinday needs. Also, feel free to change pronouns, etc. I tried, that’s what counts.

❝ I can be part of your deepest fantasy. ❞ ❝ What they don’t know they can’t even imagine. ❞ ❝ Maybe I’m just a bad girl. ❞ ❝ I can be your addiction if you want to get hooked on me. ❞ ❝ Take it off, let me show my love for you. ❞ ❝ I know exactly what to do with men like you. ❞ ❝ I’m so addicted to all the things you do. ❞ ❝  The sounds you make, with every breath you take it’s unlike anything when you’re lovin’ me. ❞ ❝  The sounds you make, with every breath you take… ❞ ❝  You have a moan all of your own. ❞ ❝  You trained these lips when they were champs , now they’re itchin’ for a comeback. ❞ ❝  Your body is a wonderland. ❞ ❝  We’ve got the afternoon, you’ve got this room for two. ❞ ❝  I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase. ❞ ❝  Thinkin’ about your tattooed knuckles on my thigh. ❞ ❝  You’ve got no power to control how I make you my toy. ❞ ❝  Don’t you wanna claim body like a vandal? ❞ ❝  You’ve got the cure underneath your shirt. ❞ ❝  Don’t you wanna save this dirty little damsel ? ❞ ❝  Come and pin me down. ❞ ❝  I try but I can’t fight it. ❞ ❝  You’re making it hard for me. ❞ ❝  Shut your mouth and close the door. ❞ ❝ I wanna watch you while you take it off . ❞ ❝  I’m gonna make tonight a show. ❞ ❝  Tighten the handcuffs. ❞ ❝  I want to know what turns you on so I can be all that and more. ❞ ❝  I want your body, not your heart.❞ ❝  Can’t you see my desire ? ❞ ❝  I’ll give you the time of your life. ❞ ❝  I like to watch us playin’. ❞ ❝  Don’t you hurry, you’ve got me here all night. ❞ ❝  Don’t stop. ❞ ❝  I find myself flirting with the verge of obscene. ❞ ❝  Don’t stop ‘cause I’m halfway there. ❞ ❝  Our imagination is taking us to places we’ve never been before. ❞ ❝ Baby you’re gonna love what I do when I’m on top of you . ❞ ❝  I’ll treat you right all through the night. ❞ ❝  I’ll be your fantasy. ❞ ❝  I wanna make you holler and hear you scream my name. ❞ ❝  Imagine us together, me driving you insane. ❞ ❝  Don’t be afraid to play my game. ❞ ❝  So whatcha gonna do now that I’ve got you with me?  ❞ ❝  What we do is just for me and you. ❞ ❝  It’s so much more exciting to look when you can’t touch. ❞ ❝  Can you handle what I’m about to do? ❞ ❝  I’m here for your entertainment. ❞ ❝  Don’t go too fast. ❞ ❝  Don’t go too slow. ❞ ❝ I like ‘em attentive and I like them in control . ❞ ❝  Baby, it’s yours if you want it tonight. ❞ ❝  I’ll give you the red light special. ❞ ❝  Take off my clothes. ❞ ❝  I know that you want me I can see it in your eyes. ❞ ❝  The body never lies . ❞ ❝  Tell me your secrets and I’ll tell you mine. ❞ ❝  I can’t wait much longer. ❞ ❝  I gotta satisfy my needs. ❞ ❝  Might be late for work, but I promise that it’s worth it. ❞ ❝  Taste me and I’ll taste you. ❞ ❝  Do you like it naughty? Do you like it nice? ❞ ❝  I’m your supplier of lust , love and fire tonight. ❞ ❝  All that you desire is yours if the asking is right. ❞ ❝  Damn, I wish I was your lover. ❞ ❝  I’m open to falling from grace. ❞ ❝  Change into that Victoria Secret thing that I like. ❞ ❝  Tonight you’re having me your way . ❞ ❝  Let me repay you for the week that you’ve been through. ❞ ❝  I wanna put my fingers through your hair, wrap me up in your legs. ❞ ❝  No teasin’, you waited long enough. ❞ ❝  Don’t hold back. ❞ ❝  You know I like it rough. ❞ ❝  Why are you standing over there with your clothes on? ❞ ❝  Strip down for me. ❞ ❝  I can tell you wanna fuck. ❞ ❝  No heels, no shirt, no skirt, all I’m in is just skin. ❞ ❝  I know you want me, I made it obvious that I want you too. ❞ ❝  Let’s remove the space between me and you. ❞ ❝  If you wanna play follower direction. We do this my way. ❞ ❝  I’m just a little bossy. I like it how I like it. ❞ ❝  You know that I’m a little tease, but I want it. ❞ ❝  Come get it, now or never. ❞ ❝  Baby, you know I want a little taste. ❞ ❝  Come on over to the wild side. ❞ ❝  I’ve been a bad girl. ❞ ❝  I wanna hear you say my name. ❞ ❝  I just might take you home with me. ❞ ❝  Tonight I’ll be your naughty girl. ❞ ❝  It’s all on you so what you wanna do? ❞ ❝  What you wanna do? If you don’t have a clue I’ll tell you what to do. ❞ ❝ ��I like it a little rough. Not too much, but maybe just enough. ❞ ❝  I just wanna feel your hands all over me baby. ❞ ❝  When we’re done I don’t wanna feel my legs. ❞ ❝  Oh, don’t you dare slow down. ❞ ❝ Just take your time. ❞ ❝  I just want to be your lover. ❞ ❝  Tell me your dreams, am I in them? ❞ ❝  Am I who you think about in bed? ❞ ❝  I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy you’ll ever meet. ❞ ❝  The party isn’t over. ❞ ❝  Talk is cheap, my darling. ❞ ❝  I wanna make you move with confidence. ❞ ❝  I wanna be alone with you. ❞ ❝  I want what you’ve got in store. ❞ ❝  I want something so impure. ❞ ❝  I’m begging you to take me. ❞ ❝  A little less conversation, and a little more 'touch my body’. ❞ ❝  Love and pain goes hand in hand. ❞ ❝  I love your lies in the dark. ❞ ❝  If you’re horny lets do it. ❞ ❝  You don’t even realize that I’m wanting you. ❞ ❝  How many nights I’ve laid in bed excited over you? ❞ ❝  Why do you try to deny it when you show up every night and tell me you want me? ❞ ❝  I’m gonna take my time so enjoy. ❞ ❝  I wanna give you a little taste. ❞ ❝  For all it’s worth I swear I’ll be the first to blow your mind . ❞ ❝  If you’re ready, come and get me. ❞ ❝  I need a spanking 'cause I’ve been bad. ❞ ❝  I’ve been dying for you to make love to me. ❞ ❝  You make me feel real good. ❞ ❝  Let me take off all your clothes. ❞ ❝  I don’t need to know where you’ve been, I just need to know if you’re in. ❞ ❝  Talk dirty to me. ❞ ❝  We’re enemies but we get along when I’m inside you. ❞ ❝  Don’t deny the animal that comes alive when I’m inside you. ❞ ❝  I wanna see you dance in slow motion. ❞ ❝  I’m just telling you to have an open mind, just imagine us. ❞ ❝  I just wanna feel your body on me. ❞ ❝  I’m not asking for too much, put your fingertips on me. ❞ ❝  We’re alone, we can do anything. ❞ ❝  We can make love in the bedroom, the hallway, beside the stairs…We can do it anywhere. ❞ ❝  I love the way your body feels on top of mine. ❞ ❝  You said it was over but your clothes say different on my bedroom floor. ❞ ❝  Sit back and watch, tonight I’m going to dance for you. ❞ ❝  Last night I was thinking about you, and it was kind of dirty. ❞ ❝  When I lay in my bed I touch myself and think of you. ❞ ❝  I want to show you all the red lace underneath this dress. ❞ ❝  I’m thinking we should cross the line . ❞ ❝  Let’s ruin the friendship. ❞ ❝  You’re only brave in the moonlight, so why don’t you stay til sunrise? ❞ ❝  I have a one track mind. ❞ ❝  If you want more than your eyes on me you can let me know. ❞ ❝  It’s an open invitation to an all-night situation. ❞ ❝  Are you down to be a distraction? ❞ ❝  You’re lookin’ good when you’re half dressed. ❞ ❝  I don’t really want to be a tease, but would you undo my zipper, please? ❞ ❝  I’ll let you touch me if you want. ❞ ❝  Your skin upon my skin would be the sweetest sin. ❞ ❝  Let’s take it back to my room. ❞ ❝  The neighbors must think we’re crazy . ❞ ❝  We can get a little crazy just for fun. ❞ ❝  Tie me up and take me over til you’re done. ❞ ❝  Sink your teeth into my flesh. ❞ ❝  I don’t play around that often, when I do I’m a freak . ❞ ❝  I just wanna take it nice and slow. ❞ ❝  I wish I could pull over and get this thing started right now. ❞ ❝  Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me. ❞ ❝  I want to fuck you like an animal. ❞ ❝  Why would we ever do something instead of falling into the bed? ❞ ❝  We drive each other mad, but that’s what makes us good in bed. ❞ ❝  It’s so much better when you trust me. ❞ ❝  I know I’m in your head when you’re not in my bed. ❞ ❝  If I strip for you will you strip for me?  ❞ ❝  With just the thought of you I can’t help but touch myself. ❞ ❝  The very thought of you makes me want to get undressed. ❞ ❝  I’m all alone so tell me what you’re gonna do. ❞ ❝  I know I aint right for tempting you, but I just wanna see what you would do. ❞ ❝  Conventional methods of makin’ love kinda bore me. ❞ ❝  Tonight is the night when two become one. ❞ ❝  Are you as good as I remember? ❞ ❝  You made me feel like a virgin, touched for the very first time. ❞ ❝  Thinking about you and me between the sheets. ❞ ❝  I want to get intimate but you’re not within my reach. ❞ ❝  Don’t you think a good girl like me should be touched? ❞ ❝  He calls me the devil, I make him wanna sin. ❞ ❝  You’ll probably still adore me with my hands around your neck. ❞ ❝  I'm not here to make you kneel but it’s praise that I’ll get. ❞ ❝  Don’t pretend you’re just a friend. ❞ ❝  You already know that I’m all yours, what you waiting for? ❞ ❝  I’m craving your touch. ❞ ❝  Now you’re teasing me. ❞ ❝  Let me lick you up and down till you say stop. ❞ ❝ Let me do all the things you want me to do . ❞ ❝  I wanna be your nasty man. ❞ ❝  When I’m with you all I get is wild thoughts. ❞ ❝  I don’t want you like a best friend. ❞ ❝  I only bought this dress so you could take it off. ❞ ❝  All good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you. ❞ ❝  I just wanna look good for you. ❞ ❝  Let me show you how proud I am to be yours. ❞ ❝  Wanna see me lose my breath and wanna hear me moan? ❞ ❝  Turn around and tease me. ❞ ❝  I ain’t one for beggin’ but now you got me beggin’. ❞ ❝  I love your place, 'cause I can hear the echo when you make me… ❞ ❝  I want to be the girl under you. ❞ ❝  I can’t help imagining all the things we’d do with no clothes on. ❞ ❝  It’s loving with a little twist. ❞ ❝  Yes or no, but no maybes, not gonna beg so don’t make me. ❞ ❝ I’m going to put you in this blindfold, I just need you to trust me . ❞ ❝  Undress me with your eyes. ❞

[universal-kitty]

“What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.” w/ ya boy Guz? - limey

Romantic/Fluff Sentence Starters!@limey-blue-arty-do

   A movie at Po Town? Didn’t sound like the most improbable thing to ever happen. After all, despite being Alola’s nuisance they also were...very rarely more than that. Team Skull was more like a family of patched-together misfits who felt like the world had done them some wrong.... So the best way to express themselves was to rebel, spray paint some places, and steal a bus stop sign.

   Determined? Yes. An actual threat? Not really.

   Still made it a surprise when Hau came by the Pokemon Center, looking around before making a beeline to Rachel, chilling back in her seat and iconic Sylveon in her lap.

   “Did you hear?!” Rachel blinked up at him from over her glasses, surprised and confused.

   “...Hear about what?”

   “I heard Po Town is hosting a movie night! And they’re actually gonna let people into town for the event!”

   “Uh, sounds like fun...? But what does this have to do with-” Words were still being created when a thud happened just outside. The center’s doors shook on impact, before slowly opening. It took ‘em a minute, but a male and female grunt from Team Skull peered in, looking around before spotting Rachel.

   “Ah!! There she is!!” The female grunt seemed eager enough, pointing out the still confused Rachel, who glanced up at Hau for answers. He seemed just as confused.

   “I don’t think I got the bravery for this, sis...”

   “Nonsense!! Let’s go!” The girl dragged the guy along, appearing to fluster and go mute by the time they reached the other two trainers. “Yo, Rachel! We got a special request for you, gurl! Our boss wants ya to come down to Po Town for movie night, ya hear?!”

   Female grunt’s got her game face on, typical Team Skull posing and all, her companion just seems to wish to disappear into the floor, Hau is...lost, and Rachel? Well, she might as well just have been told she’s moving back to Kanto, for all she’s understanding, right now. It’s all so...confusing right now. A movie night should not have to have been big news, and yet...

   “I... I guess?”

   “A’right, but you better be there! Or we’ll bring you there ourselves!!” (“Arceus, I hope not,” her partner had mumbled.”) “PEACE!” They left pretty peacefully, at least. The guy rushing after his partner as- this time- they waited for the sliding doors to open before making a break for the outside.

   “....So. Was that what you were gonna work up to, Hau?”

   “It was a rumor at the time,” he admitted, “but... Hearing it for myself is weird.” Rachel nodded before looking down at her Sylveon, ears perked and head tilted in confusion. Then realizing she was being stared at, looking up at her trainer with a soft noise.

   “......I have a feeling tonight’s gonna be really weird.”

   “Syl....”

   Getting in was no problem. The grunts keeping watch outside were more than happy to wave her through and in. Po Town itself was...something else. Enjoyably rainy, but the town itself gave off weird vibes. A meant-to-be nice neighborhood turned into a mishmash of whatever spray Team Skull put down on the buildings and tiled walkways. Forgotten, smashed car in the middle of the road, closer to the home in the far back...

   Yeah, this place was something else. At least Mimikyu might like it. Assuming she was going to let out her pokemon at some point in the first place.

   Walking into the house at the end of the street...she honestly had to stop in her tracks. Po Town was known for being a trashy mess since Team Skull had gotten ahold of it. No routine care for the buildings and a bunch of wild childs meant the place had become a delicate gingerbread house in no time. But much to her surprise, a large chunk of that....wasn’t what the house interior looked like.

   Well, the walls were still kinda crappy with their slapped-on paint, but the floorboards were redone; no rotten wood or spray paint in sight. The staircase was still a bit of a mess, but obviously in repair. Had...they gotten someone to start fixing the place up...? Outside help or inside? ...Nah, who cared on that? They were trying to improve their main home and- if nothing else- that warmed Rachel’s heart a bit. Hopefully things would start improving for everyone if Team Skull had a cozy place to go back to at night....

   The room to the left was apparently cleared out for movie night. A single, worn couch, plenty of pillows and blankets (likely stolen or donated), and quite the handful of grunts already in the room... Guzma on the couch (who proceeded to freeze up when Rachel walked in) and Plumeria, who was sitting on the ground with the grunts and apparently swapping stories. She looked up when the other walked in, staring before slowly rising and walking over.

   Tension in the room shot up, electricity practically sparking in the air around them. Even Rachel was nervous, gripping onto her bag a little more tightly and shying away from Plumeria’s intense staredown.

   “...No fighting, no problems,” Team Skull’s Admin deadpanned. Rachel nodded, before breathing out, “Uh, yeah... Wasn’t planning on it, anyways. Movie night an’ all.....”

   The tension continued for a moment longer before Plumeria smiled, clapped Rachel on the shoulder, and then went back to the grunts. Quite a few who took it as a sign the trainer was now free dibs to swarm like bug pokemon!

   “Is it true you moved from Kanto?”   “What’s it like over there?!”   “I’m from Johto!!!”   “Can I see your pokemon?”   “Does your Mimikyu like to be cuddled??”   “You need to sit next to the Boss!”

   Somehow, Rachel found herself doing just that, dragged over to the couch by the armrest to the left, tucked right into Guzma’s side. He seemed to be going pink, but avoided any further questions or comments by flicking his glasses down and crossing his arms like a pouty child. In fact, he did look like one while doing that. A big ol’ pouty kid.

   ...Kinda made her smile.

   In the end, Mimikyu, Sylveon, and her Midday Lycanroc were allowed out and about, each playing around with the other grunt’s pokemon or getting attention from said grunts. Even Plumeria got into fur care of a Sylveon, much to Rachel’s amusement.

   By the time everything was ready to go, Rachel had popcorn (as did a few other grunts), Lycanroc had settled over some grunt’s lap (which they were more than happy with, apparently), and.... Interestingly enough, though it sounded like it was an open-invite movie night with Team Skull, it oddly didn’t have a lot of other people...or any at all. Team Skull and the next Alolan Champion, at most.

   Still, she sighed, accepted it for as it was...and laughed brightly when someone put in Beauty and the Beast for the first movie of the night.

   It was later on in the night, popcorn passed over to Plumeria (her container was empty, still wanted more; it’s not like Rachel was gonna eat it all on her own, so she handed it over), movies rolling on with memories being reminisced over the region left behind...that something was put over her hand. Glancing down, a fairly toned arm connected into a hot, sweaty hand...which connected back up to Guzma. He might’ve been blushing, but what was for sure was the odd, highly tense look on his face. Eyes still behind his glasses and he still looked too worked up for his own good!

   “Guz... Whatcha doin’?” She whispered, trying to not be overheard or disturb the movie. “Why did you grab my hand?” Guzma swallowed harshly, sweat beading up on his forehead. He went quiet for a bit, seeming to not know what to say...

   “What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.” That was...the worst lie she’d ever heard. The popcorn container had originally been on her right side...away from Guz. And she’d handed that off to Plumeria at least 10 minutes ago!! She bit down a smile, though it seems Guzma saw it, immediately panicking. “Though, uh- If- If I-I’m bein’ a bother, I don’t--”

   “Guz.” The single nickname shut him up perfectly, lips pulled tight as I took his wrist. “...It’s fine. You might want to calm your sweaty hands, but... You’re fine.” He gave a short, flustered chuckle before pulling his hand away, wiping it on his pants before offering it, her hand slipping into his and linking fingers.

   An odd way to ask, but... This was...really nice. It’s not exactly a secret that she found the Team Skull leader attractive, but.... That he’d try to hold her hand like that and be so flustered was a mood boost. After all, it’s always nice to know feelings are replicated.

   (And it’s a good thing they were focused on that; didn’t have to notice the sneaky handshakes and quiet low-fives being passed around for tonight’s success!)

[mortalkombat4]

hello this is a cute little highschool!AU for otayuri it’s my second fic ever don’t judge me anyways this was supposed to be a funny little crack fic based on some starter but here we are with 3486 words and a whole lot of regret

“prom?”

Yuri gasped, looking up from the ring at Otabek, who was eyeing him nervously, and nodding furiously. It was a perfect promposal. Not to over-the-top or public, but something simple and beautiful and quiet…just like Yuri’s new prom date. Otabek smiled widely, a rare gift from him, and plucked the ring out of Yuri’s fingers, sliding it back onto his hand. “I’m glad. You can call me Beka, by the way…if you want to…or whatever.” Yuri smiled widely. “Call me Yura.”