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magenta-cat-drawingss · 2 years ago

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This is my first time asking anything but your the only bsd blog that seems to be active I struggle alot with hygiene mainly showers and brushing my teeth bc of my terrible mental health. I was wondering if you could do headcannons of how dazai, chuuya and atsushi would react to having to bathe their s/o since they aren't mentally capable of doing it sorry if this is weird I'm just struggling rn

Headcanons of Dazai, Atsushi, and Chuuya Dealing with s/o Struggling with Hygiene

Hello! First of all, I'm so sorry for what you're dealing with. I hope things will eventually get better for you. Take a break and just cool your head, you deserve to rest because you are a wonderful person who deserves amazing things. So, in the meantime make sure to take care of yourself, go outside, smell some fresh air, drink water and eat your favorite dessert, you're worth it believe me. So for you requesting something like this is not weird at all! In fact im so happy and glad that you've reached out to me to write you something to help you with your struggle, even though I don't take requests, but it'll be extremely rude of me to not write for you^^ This came out longer than I indented, but I had fun writing it!

Sorry if this is so late I got busy, I hope you like it!

Dazai Osamu

He doesn't judge.

He doesn't complain.

He’s simply just worried.

Well…”worried” isn't the right word, with how he's hovering over you trying to come up with something, he's quite hesitant of how to approach.

As someone with a bad routine, Kunikida scolding him on a daily basis, and Atsushi’s exhausted expression whenever he deals with his antics, and just being a complete mess himself, he has no idea how to deal with the current situation.

And you're the only one who would defend him, while he's standing behind you pouting like a big baby. Even if you know he’s the wrong one here.

And you always make sure he's taking good care of himself, and not drowning in a river, until a certain weretiger will go get him.

So that’s why he won't give up on you that easily.

Just like how you haven't given up on him.

And he’s Dazai Osamu for god sake he’ll always find a solution.

So he quietly approaches you, while you are sitting on the couch, hugging your knees and staring off at a wall.

He doesn't like that expression a bit.

He wants to see that beautiful smile that'll make him fall in love all over again.

So he gently places his hands on your arms and stroking them gently with his thumbs to catch your attention.

“Y/n” he called softly, “how about we go take a shower together? Filling it with rubber duckies and bubbly soap, hm?” he said as he continued stroking your arms.

You were hesitant at first, but with his warm brown eyes that's filled with nothing but love burying onto your eyes, you nodded slowly.

He gently tugged onto your arms, and pulled you off from the couch, and started your way to the restroom.

He opened the door and told you to sit on the toilet lid, while he prepared the tub and clothes so you don't have to wait and get cold.

You did as you were told, and looked at Dazai while he’s getting everything ready.

After he's done, he approaches you and gently asks if he can take off your clothes, and he’ll do the same afterwards.

You were, again, hesitant, not because you don't trust him but because the whole situation itself is nerve wrecking. But you complied anyway.

Once he took off your clothings, he ruffled your messy hair, which caused you to giggle a little and that wonderful voice made him smile brightly.

Once you both dipped onto the warm water, filled with plenty of rubber duckies and bubbles, and started to gently add water into your head and squirted your favorite scented shampoo onto your delicate hair.

He took his time, he wants to make sure you'll feel better after this.

And so, he started to massage your scalp and temples, until he felt you're leaning onto that soothing gesture.

After that, he started with your body, also taking his time massaging your shoulders, arms, and legs.

After he's done, he starts the water to remove all the soup excess, taking his chance in carding his hand onto your hair.

When he's completely done with you, he was about to shower himself. But stopped when he saw you turning.

“Let me do it for you” you said, nearly whispering. His eyes widened not only because this is the first time you're talking today, but you're also willing to do something for him when he's the one who's supposed to take care of you.

Yeah, what on earth did he do to deserve you.

When you saw that he was about to refuse, you raised your hand “its fine, am fine, i just…wasn't at my best state, but…” you looked at him, and his breath hitched.

You…smiled. “Having you with me right now is all I need now.”

“Y/n-” “and also you're bad at showering yourself, but hey you make such a great spa worker” you teased while chuckling softly.

Ah your back to your demon self.

He blinked, and shook his head and couldn't stop from smiling fondly at finally having you back. “What can I say, I'm many things, especially for you, my dearest” he smirked while playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

“You goof” you splashed on his face that made him laugh, and before you knew it, you were laughing along.

Nakajima Atsushi

He's fidgeting.

He knows that.

And you know he's standing there, looking at you nervously from a far.

He's just…so used to hearing your soothing voice ringing through the apartment, your wonderful laugh that makes him fanboy to Dazai so hard, and that beautiful smile that's brighter than the sun that he thinks that he might need to wear sunglasses indoors.

So seeing your current state, laying on the couch, all your limbs dangling on its sides, and just staring at the ceiling with no emotion, makes him extremely anxious.

As someone who used to live alone in that cold cell, all chained up with no one to comfort him or give him warmth, he definitely felt loved and appreciated ever since you accepted him with open arms.

You never saw him as a monster as everyone once said, nor are you disgusted by him.

You just see him as a normal teenage boy, who's trying to find a purpose of living.

Just like anybody else.

He may or may not cry a lot on your lap when you told him that, until he dozed off.

And now as he's thinking how much you were there for him all the time, from holding him when he had a nightmare, to cooking him his favorite meal, to showering him with all kinds of love that he deserved.

He wants to do the same to you.

So he frowned and shook his aggressively, before marching towards you with confident steps.

You were laying your head on the couch’s arm, so he had to lean his head down to look at you.

It took a few moments before you felt his presence, and looked up.

He looked at your eyes with a soft look, and said in a gentle tone as if not to scare you away, “y/n, what do you say about taking a shower with me?”

Your eyes widened slightly, he may be straightforward on some occasions, but when he bluntly asks for something like this, especially coming for him, was quite a surprise.

That look made his own eyes widen too, what caught your attention? When realization dawned on him, his face flushed and started to wave his hands defensively, “I- I mean if you want to, that is! I don't want to make things that make you uncomfortable! I- I can wait outside while you're taking it! Um…” he covered his face in an attempt to cool down his embarrassment

You couldn't help it but to snort.

When he heard that, he snapped his head back at you only to find a small smile towards him.

When you've made eye contact you raise yourself by your arms and look him in the eyes again, and say in a whisper: “yeah…i would like that.”

His mouth opened slightly, he finally heard what he missed the most and teared up a little before gently brushing your hair off your forehead, “alright, then.”

You held hands while going your way to the restroom, as you were taking off your clothes, he quickly looked at the other side, he was red from his face to the back of his neck.

You find the situation quite endearing considering how you two were dating for a while now, and you couldn't stop the giggle that came out.

When he looked back, he saw you smiling at him, with light in your eyes.

His eyes soften at the sight, “there you are.”

You got in only, since he already did his own showering. And he offered that he would give one to you.

Of course, he asked if it's okay, and you nodded.

And so you got into the warm water, and sighed out while leaning against the tub frame.

When Atsushi came back, he tapped your forehead to grab your attention, “can you raise your head a little?”

When you did, he opened the water to start getting your hair and body wet.

You were in heaven. Not only he was taking his time in massaging and rolling away any knotted muscles, but the way you can feel the amount of gentleness that was radiating from his actions, that you thought you might sleep right then and there

Once he was done he ran the water again to get rid of any soap acces. And grab a towel to dry your hair.

He couldn't help himself from ruffling your hair lovingly, and said: “I’m gonna get your clothes ready, wait here.”

He got up and turned, but before he could leave, you pulled him by the back of his shirt, which caused him to stumble backwards and fall into the water with a big splash.

The restroom was silent, only filled with dripping water from your lover.

Who may or may not look like a wet cat, that you couldn't help but burst out laughing at him.

He blinked a few times before looking at you with a pout, “y/n…”

When you calmed down, you sighed out and looked at him with so much love, “I guess we’re even now.”

His breath hitched, but nevertheless returned the smile, “yeah..I guess we are.”

And your laughs were echoing in the room.

Nakahara Chuuya

He dealt with something like this before.

He used to forcefully drag Akutagawa to take a bath in the hot springs, since the man would always refuse.

But the reason was different.

Akutagawa refused taking baths, due to the fact it was hard for him to activate his ability.

But this one…

Never in the beginning of dating you he saw you in a state like this.

Zoning out and just staring at something he can't see.

You always greet him with your bubbly persona.

Jumping towards him and giving him a good morning hug, or an affectionate hair ruffle for a job well done, or taking care of his drunk state. And just be an absolute sweetheart to him.

But today…

Seeing curling more against yourself on the floor, back facing him made his heart clench.

He wants to gather you up in his arms, but he knows he really shouldn't.

So he just…stood there.

Ugh! He's a ruthless Port Mafia’s executive! (and a charming boyfriend!) Why was this so hard for him to deal with!!

He aggressively ruffles his hair, not out of frustration, but because if you were to switch places you know exactly what to do to pull him back on his feet.

Oh, that's right.

You were literally the anchor of his life. The sunshine to his darkest night. The angel between the demons of his dreams.

And you did all that because you were being…you.

He raised his head slowly, and looked once more, you didn't move an inch, and walked cautious steps towards you, “hey, y/n?” he started.

You didnt turn, you just unraveled yourself from the ball as if you heard him.

He sighed out in relief, he crouched down and caged you between his arms.

When you saw his hand in front of your face, you tilted your head upwards just to find gentle ocean waves staring right at you, “what do you say about taking a shower with you? So we can snuggle on the couch and watch a movie together.”

Your thoughts might be clogged up, but the thought of snuggling up against him after a warm shower made your eyes light up, and the way his expression softens means he saw that. “I’m guessing you like that, hm?”

You entered the restroom with him picking you up in bridal style, he places you gently on the edge of the tub, and ruffles your hair. “Can you take off your clothes and settle in? While I prepare everything?” while rubbing soothing circular motions on your thighs.

Took a few moments, but you nodded.

You did as you were told, and hugged your knees while waiting for your beloved to come back.

When he did, he brought towels, and a spare of pajamas for both of you, and placed them by the sink.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, love” and started to run the water, “wanted to make everything perfect to make things nice and cozy!”

You blinked at him a few times, before hiding your goofy smile behind your knees.

He saw that obviously, and that made him feel giddy inside.

Once both of you settled in, you were leaning against his chest, while he was washing up your hair. It's soothing, it's relaxing, it's not hurried nor rushed, just perfect.

You closed your eyes, and it was closed even after he washed off the acces of the soap, that he gently started tapping your temple, “love? Are you asleep?”

You slowly opened your eyes to look at him for a second before nuzzling against his neck. “...let's just stay for a while” you whispered

And that…that was more than enough, hearing finally talking to him makes him wanna cry so badly, but he didn't. He just held you close and brushed away any wet stands of your face and gave your forehead a lingering kiss.

“Of course” his voice cracked, “thank you” you said while tilting your head towards him with a smile.

He smiled back with a soft smile, “anything for you, my love.”

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years ago

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Fallin in Love (Akaashi Keiji x Reader)

Anonymous said:

hello 😬 if ur taking requests rn, can i request akaashi who is in love with a nekoma manager since first yr and every training camp he tries flirts with her being the calm and confident king he is, but girl is too shy and she kinda clumsy

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I love Akaashi with all my fucking heart😭😭😭 He will forever be one of my best boys. I hope I was able to write this how you wanted anon! Sorry for my shit writing lmao.

I’m slowly working my way through my requests while also working on some more content for you guys so stay tuned!

As always, please let me know what you think and I hope you guys have a good weekend!😘😘😘

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A soft smile twitched at Akaashi’s lips as he stared at you frantically apologizing to Yamamoto who was waving you off in a panic as well.

You had bumped into him, causing all the volleyballs in his arms to fall to the floor, bouncing away.

It was all accidental, an easy mistake that could be fixed, but the absolute horror and panic on your face made it seem like you had shot someone.

But it was just how you were. Similar to a squeaky, frantic mouse; incredibly cute and small; it was endearing.

You were endearing.

So despite how annoying training camps were; between Bokuto and Kuroo, and the endless practice matches, there was one thing - well one person - that he was looking forward to.

And that was you. He met you last year, at the annual training camp with all the powerhouse schools in Tokyo.

Looking back at it now, you were still just as shy and clumsy as you were now, maybe even more so back then. But you were still incredibly cute, incredibly beautiful, and sweet, that never changed.

His infatuation with you never changed either. You were quiet, something he had immediately gravitated to when you were introduced to the rest of the teams as the new Nekoma manager.

But when he started to get to know you, well, he couldn’t help the feelings that began to bubble up in his chest.

He had started his quiet pursuit as soon as he realized his feelings; quiet because he didn’t want Kuroo or Bokuto making any unnecessary ruckus about it, and he didn’t want to startle you.

Although, his gentle flirting never seemed to register in your brain.

He had some hope though, considering that you were clumsier when you were around him, extremely nervous and red-faced when he talked to you.

Like now.

“How were your exams Y/n-san?” Akaashi asked politely, sharp eyes holding nothing but interest as he gazed at you.

“They went f-f-fine. I th-think… I c-could’ve done better a-at th-the mathematics.” You stuttered out, eyes glancing away from him as you fumbled about with the ball in your hands. “What about y-you, Akaashi-san?”

Akaashi took in the way your brows furrowed, your lips unconsciously quirking into a small pout at whatever it was you were thinking about with the exams. A soft smile began to coat his face, you were just far too perfect.

“They went fine. I’m not worried. You shouldn’t be either Y/n-san, you’re very smart and pretty, I’m sure you did fine.” he said easily, watching in amusement as your face slowly began turning bright red.

Did he… did he call you pretty?

He did. He definitely did, and so smoothly too…

“I’ll see you around, don’t work too hard.” he said, long fingers reaching out to touch your elbow gently before running off to his teammates.

You watched his retreating back, blinking slowly before your hands came up to rest against your burning cheeks.

“Oi, Y/n-chan! What are you spacing out for? We need to finish cleaning up.” Kuroo called out, grabbing the ball that dropped from your hands.

“S-Sorry senpai!” you squeaked out, rushing off to help the team, stumbling about, causing Yaku to yell at you to be more careful.

****

“Hey, Y/n-chan, we have a question for you.” Suzumeda said, sitting down next to you in the managers room, Shirofuku trailing behind her with a bag of chips in hand.

You looked at her in curiosity, setting down the book in your hands. “Y-Yes?”

You were entirely familiar with the two managers of Fukurodani, considering the endless practice matches your two teams participated in together. They were incredibly kind, but from the look in Suzumeda eyes, well you knew that they were plotting something.

“Do you like Akaashi?”

Your expression must’ve been something entirely amusing because the two girls began giggling.

“W-Why would you ask me that!?” You asked in embarrassment.

“You guys are always staring at each other or talking with each other.” Shirofuku mused, tossing more chips into her mouth.

“You’re mistaken, Akaashi-san is just a friend.” you said quietly.

The two girls shared a pointed look before directing their gaze back to you.

“Well how do you feel about our setter?” Shirofuku pressed on.

That’s right, how did you feel?

You had always thought that Akaashi was incredibly kind and talented, his intelligence was almost intimidating to you, those calculating eyes were just as beautiful as they were dangerous. That was another thing, Akaashi was quite possibly the most beautiful person you had ever met.

His dark hair was perfectly tousled and looked incredibly soft, there were moments where you wondered if it was soft. There were moments where you noticed him fidgeting with his fingers and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to hold his hand…

Oh.

Maybe… maybe you did like him.

“E-Even if I d-did like him, he w-wouldn’t l-like me back.” you mumbled, picking up your book once again, signaling that you no longer wanted to talk about this any longer.

You hadn’t noticed the sly grins that coated their faces as they called goodnight towards you before leaving the room.

That’s right, even if you had feelings for Akaashi that didn’t mean that he would return them.

Right?

****

“Good morning Y/n-san.” Akaashi greeted softly, one of his hands running through his damp hair.

You were passing by the bathrooms, on your way to the cafeteria to help prepare breakfast with the other managers when you had almost run into the said male.

“G-Good morning Akaashi-san.” you said quietly.

A half-smile twitched onto his lips, before he titled his head to the side in curiosity. His hand reached out, gently grabbing at the hair that was draped over your shoulders. You could feel the gentle brush of his fingertips against the side of your neck as he brushed the hair off your shoulders.

“I’ve never seen you with your hair down before… it looks good.” he said quietly, those sharp blue eyes seemed to stare straight into your heart, analyzing you completely.

Which was why his hand rested softly on your shoulder, carefully trailing down your arm and gently grasping at your elbow, squeezing softly before releasing you completely. A teasing smile grazing his lips as he took in your flushed, nervous form.

Akaashi knew he was toeing the line of boundaries, but he wanted to test the waters, and seeing how you reacted to his touch and his compliment… maybe he needed to be a bit bolder.

You could feel his lingering touch, goosebumps erupting over your body, and you had to resist the strong urge to shiver, heat lingering over where he had touched you.

“T-Thank you Akaashi-san! I’ll see you at breakfast!” You squeaked, running off, stumbling over your own feet as you ran towards the cafeteria.

A soft laugh escaped his lips as he watched your retreating figure, his head shaking. He would definitely have to step up his game if he wanted to get his feelings across.

****

Akaashi’s gentle touches seemed to escalate the longer the training camp went on, they were subtle touches, no one even noticing the newfound attention you were receiving. Akaashi planned it that way, he already knew that his managers suspected something from the way they would smirk at him, but the rest of his teammates were oblivious.

That was the last thing he needed in his pursuit of you.

They would surely scare you off if they knew.

There were times where he felt a bit guilty at his lingering touches, he had never seen someone turn so red before, but he couldn’t help it.

Of course, he enjoyed the gentle interactions, the soft touches, he was a man after all, but there was so much that he could take.

His obvious flirting seemed to go over your head, and maybe his touches were beginning to as well.

All you knew was that you were going to die if he kept this up. Your poor heart couldn’t handle it any longer either.

“- the cafeteria will be closing soon.” Shirofuku mused as you guys stopped in front of gymnasium 3.

The boys immediately stopped what they were doing running off towards the cafeteria, hollering at one another.

This seemed to be routine in the last couple of days, only this time, you were with the Fukurodani managers.

“Are you coming to the baths Y/n-chan?” Suzumeda asked, pausing when she realized you weren’t walking with them anymore.

“Umm… in a bit. I’m going to h-help Akaashi-san clean up.” you said nervously, bowing to the two girls before entering the gym.

“D-Do you need help?” you stuttered out, making your presence known to the dark-haired male.

He stood up from where he was picking up the balls, a surprised look crossing his features before something soft and gentle melted across.

“If you want to.” he said quietly, watching your form as you began gathering the rest of the balls up, bumping them into the bin easily.

“It’ll get down f-faster with t-two people.” You said, tone soft.

The rest of the cleanup was filled with a comfortable silence, lingering touches being shared every now and then.

You were in the storage room now, your hands resting on the edge of the ball cart, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you started to become lost in thought.

Your heart was definitely racing, this was possibly the longest time you’ve ever spent alone with Akaashi.

Did he… did he like you?

He was just being kind, there was no way that he would be interested in clumsy little you.

“Y/n-san?” his soft voice caused you to flail about in surprise; not only did you fall to the floor but the mop and broom were knocked over, causing Akaashi to rush to grab them before they toppled over your form that was now sitting on the floor.

You blinked up at him.

Akaashi stared at you in worry, squatting down in front of you. “Did you get hurt? I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m sorry.” he said frowning, elegant fingers reaching out to brush the hair out of your face.

“I’m f-fine. Y-You don’t need to a-apologize.” You said sweetly, although your face was incredibly red.

Silence fell over you once again, but somehow the room seemed thick with something…. Tension? You weren’t entirely sure. But the room buzzed and felt heavy around the two of you.

You were hyper aware of his close proximity, you could feel his body heat radiating into yours, the scent of his laundry detergent wafting into your nose along with the smell of sweat, and something incredibly delicious.

Was that… was that cologne?

Your stomach twisted pleasantly, he was so close, way too close.

“Y/n-san.” He murmured your name softly, his hand coming up to rest against the side of your face, gently sliding down to cup you along your jaw.

Akaashi was suddenly shifting closer to you.

“I like you.” he whispered, his lips brushing softly against your own before carefully pressing down against yours.

A surprised noise escaped your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut. Immediately your hands reached out for him, gently resting against the base of his neck, feeling the soft tickle of sweat against the palms of your hands, before sliding up into his sweat dampened hair and… oh. His hair was incredibly soft. Your fingers easily tangle into the hairs behind his head.

The kiss deepened from this movement.

Akaashi was everywhere. His touch, his taste, his smell, it was overwhelming. His lips moved carefully against your own, soft and warm, his tongue poking through your lips every now and then, his teeth gently biting into your lower lip.

Your heart was going to explode, could you die from a kiss? Maybe you would be the first person to experience that.

You were sure of it, especially when he pulled you closer, his other hand resting on your shoulder, tugging you closer between his legs.

Would he give you more?

You definitely wanted more.

You definitely wanted -

“Akaashi! What are you doing!?”

“Oi! Get off my manager!”

Forget dying from a kiss, you would surely die from embarrassment.

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saeyoungchoismaid · 5 years ago

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Brothers’ Reaction to MC getting sick

Genre: fluff Warnings: suggested smut on Satan’s and Asmo’s parts

Lucifer:

bruh

he told you not to go running out in the rain in practically nothing

but did you listen?

of course not

demons don’t get sick like humans do, so when you get sick, he’s at a lost

why is the human body so weak??

you explain to him that it’ll only last a week at most if you do the proper steps to get yourself back to being healthy

he cuddles and kisses you even though you tell him not to because you don’t want to get him sick

he only laughs and explains to you that demons don’t get sick in the same ways that humans do

he literally buries you in blankets and stays with you all day every day until you’re back to perfect health

he’s sure to make you soup and foods that’ll help you stay hydrated and will give you plenty of nutrients

he doesn’t show it but he’s worried and it breaks his heart to see you like this

Mammon:

you’re what now ???

oh! Sick! Yeah. The Great Mammon knows all about that

not

this demon doesn’t know the first thing when it comes to humans being sick

you tell him the basics before he goes to Satan to get more information

normally, he wouldn’t care but he wants his baby to be healthy and happy 🥺🤲

how else is he supposed to survive school, and go shopping, and eat meals with his brothers, and basically everything else that he can do perfectly on his own but doesn’t want to unless you’re there

he gets Beel to help him make soup and other foods that will help you get better

he babies you constantly by getting you everything you need

he makes you stay in his bed so that you ‘don’t miss him all day’ when Lucifer forces him to go to school

gives you kisses basically every five mins and if he isn’t physically there, he’ll text you virtual kisses

when you’re finally better, he’s beyond happy and drags you to go do everything and anything

Levi:

knows a moderate amount of information about human illness

definitely looks up a bunch of stuff to help him out though

he then gets scared seeing how weak the human body is

why does so much stuff come out of you???

after finding out so much horrid information, he’s determined to bring you back to health

he hordes you in his room with him and refuses to leave unless it’s to get something you need

he plays video games with you(unless you just wanna watch) and watches a bunch of tv with you as well

doesn’t let you watch anything sad because he doesn’t need you being any more dehydrated than you already are

he’s relieved when you finally get better, a weight leaving his shoulders

“Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were going to die,” he sighs

you squawk at him as you hit him, screeching at him that you were fine

Satan:

y’all already know that this man knows everything there is to know about the human body

you end up being back to full health in like three days

this man knows what he’s doing

he knows just the right foods to make, knows the exact temperature to make the room that will make you comfortable, and literally everything else

he knows more about the human body than you do

throughout the time that you’re sick though, he gives you the same amount of kisses, hugs, and cuddles that he normally would

if not more

when you try to scold him, he explains to you that it’s completely fine and your human sickness will not effect his demon body

when you’re all good again, he’s proud of himself

you, of course, reward him with a prize of his choosing ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Asmo:

doesn’t really know about human illnesses but knows self care

he pampers you with hot bath/showers and body rubs

he also asks Satan about what’s wrong with you and learns quite a bit

he does his best to make you food that’ll heal you but normally just sticks to soup, veggies, and fruit

he makes you drink lots of water as well

after a couple days, he starts to curse the human body

“Baby, I hate that you’re sick. I’m so horny and you can’t help me at all,” he whines

pout mode: on

does his best not to say or do anything that will turn you on

it helps that you’re groggy and don’t really feel good

he still slips up sometimes though

if you start giving him sly touches and lidded eyes, this man dips

he just leaves and ends up rubbing one out because he can’t get your touches or looks out of his head

when you’re finally better, this man goes round after round until your begging for him to stop with tears flooding down your face

Beel:

has no idea what to do

is quick to ask Satan and learn more about your situation

this baby is so upset that you’re going through this 🥺 pls I’m literally so soft thinking about him rn I-

comes back to you with the biggest pout and the roundest eyes, genuinely so distraught over your condition

you’re quick to reassure him that you’re fine other than a few symptoms and that’ll you be fine in like a week

cue him smiling that cute smile of his 🥺YALL ITS 7 AM IM TOO SOFT

he quickly tells you that you don’t have to worry about a thing

and he stays true to his word

this demon doesn’t let you get out of bed unless it’s to go to the bathroom or to do some stretches

he makes you THE best food you’ve ever had in your entire life

he doesn’t go to school either, scared that something will happen to you while he’s gone 🥺GOD PLS

when you’re back to being healthy, he’s literally so happy

holds you for the longest time before taking you out to do stuff

he makes sure that you get some exercise since you’ve been in bed for a while

Belphie:

is vv confused

definitely has no clue what to do

asks Satan and kind of has an idea now

he has Beel make you healthy, nutritious food

spends all day everyday cuddling you and napping with you

gives you sweet kisses and plays with your hair while you lay in bed curled up together

he also likes bathing and showering with you to help you clean up

doesn’t want you to exert yourself in any shape, way, or form, so you can count on him to be there to do everything for you

let’s you pick whatever movies you want to watch

doesn’t want to start another new show with you but can’t say no to your red nose and pouty lips

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mintvender · 4 years ago

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Oh! How about Going outside with them! I just need fluff rn lol

Here are some cotton candy to fulfill your cravings, love. Hope you’re doing fine 😊🌿

HaremAU!

BTS’ Reaction to Going Outside

Warnings: Nothing

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Chrysanthemums: this particular flower has been said to symbolise fidelity, optimism, and joy. Aside from their beauty, this is a flower that is long-lasting, low-maintenance and quite affordable.

Kim Taehyung

With his constant attempts to avoid doing anything physical, Taehyung does occasionally enjoys the outside setting.

However, most of his time would be spent bathing in nature’s warmth rather than interacting with others. Just having these little silent yet peaceful moments really replenishes his mental stability. It is also a time where memories of the past would revisit him.

Spending time just enjoying your presence under the sun’s warm gaze, and talking about your guys’ memories really makes Taehyung cherish it even more.

Also, don’t forget to bring Yeontan with you guys. As the proud parent of Yeontan, Taehyung would feel so much pride whenever you play with the little pup.

It reminds him of the family that he can come to whenever he needs them and that there are still people who cares for him.

“ The landscape here is so pretty! How did you find it?... Yeontan! Run with Y/n!”

Kim Namjoon

Whenever you and Namjoon go outside, you both always end up in random bookstores littered throughout the different districts.

Spending your time talking about the manuscripts and writings that you both had previously read as you browse the stores.

Reaching out to grab what had interested you while tuning in to Namjoon’s conversation with the seller about the newly released medical books, you began to take out your wallet, preparing to pay for your guys’ items.

After deciding on what you wanted, you headed to the front of the store and payed for your items. Swiftly snatching the books that Namjoon had wanted, you turned around and exited the store after greeting the seller.

Hopelessly sighing at your attempts to prevent him room destroying the products, Namjoon greeted and thanked the seller before quickly running after you. On to the next store you both go.

“ You don’t need to do that, Y/n. You know I won’t accidentally rip the pages, it’s not possible... you can keep it until we get back.”

Jung Hoseok

Coming from a noble household, Hoseok was surprisingly quite comfortable with the outside world. Maybe it’s his natural ability to befriend anyone or the friendly vibe that he gives off.

Either way, it definitely attracts quite a bit of people, even with him dressed as a commoner. You also noticed that he seemed more relaxed here than in the palace, almost as if he had spent years living here.

Anyways, always pay attention to where he is since he can easily disappear when he gets interested in something. Having experienced it a few times, Hoseok does have some presciences to stay close to you but when he gets excited, all of those get thrown out of the window with him rushing to whatever like an overexcited child.

“ The lady at that stall was so friendly, she even gave me an extra bun! You can have it... gasp, Look! They’re performing something, let’s go over there and see!”

Min Yoongi

The amount of times Yoongi have ever step foot outside of the palace’s walls are in the single digits.

As a child, the vicious adults would constantly feed his curiosity by telling him all the myths involved in the streets, and how dirty it is.

As a result, he was quite hesitant in going out to the streets. However, Yoongi will go out as long as he is with you.

If you both are alone, without any guards or servants to accompany you; the trip will be quite interesting. Like a little child, he’s quite hesitant on venturing out so do expect him to be quite attached to you.

However, as he is in the public, he does have to maintain his little persona. To others, he might just look possessive of his companion, but to you, it was more like an act from an overly dramatic kitten. Though, you will have to make sure to keep that thought to yourself. After all, Yoongi has a reputation to uphold.

“ What is that? ... Food? Is it really edible? Is it safe to eat? Do I want to try? ... W-why a-are you buying them?”

Jeon Jungkook

What originally was him accompanying you changed to you actually accompanying Jungkook. With his mixed bloodline, the streets have always been a pleasure break for him, especially with how hectic and annoying the palace can become.

As a result, Jungkook really enjoyed spending his time out here during his childhood.

However, as he gets older, he found himself getting more involved with the harem, hence not having the time to enjoy these simple things.

As a result, the moment he heard about your little outing, he’ll be sprinting out the door and prepare for the departure.

Dressing in commoner’s clothing reminds him of the peaceful days as a child where he could wander to wherever without getting pestered at.

With the familiar earthy smell of the ground and the loud crowds, Jungkook practically dragged you to every stall positioned on both sides, pushing his way through the crowd while still maintaining that goofy grin.

“ Your maj—, n-no I mean Y/n, do you perhaps enjoy this?... It’s so pretty and delicate!... Let’s go and see why they’re crowding over there!”

Kim Seokjin

Convincing Seokjin to step out of his luxurious carriage is already difficult, but getting him to put away the roll of red fabric is practically impossible.

However, after pulling him out of the carriage, it was already too late to go back. So as a result, have fun with all of his nagging.

Being the rich merchant he is, Seokjin would pull you around pointing at every product while saying a sarcastic comment about their quality, as well as exaggerate his products to you.

With how loud he is, it is expected that every merchant would overhear your guys’ conversation and get offended by him degrading their product.

As a result of his obnoxious behaviour, the entire crew got chased by countless people, barely being able to get back to the palace in one piece. Looks like you will never do this with Seokjin again.

“ The quality of this candle is the worse I’ve ever seen. Mine is way better! Why are they looking at us like that?”

Park Jimin

Despite his not so pleasant view on the outside world, it is the only place where Jimin’s secret low esteem gets replenish whenever he shows off his flirtatious side. Having people falling head over heels for his appearance makes him so giddy that he would do anything to make the most of it.

However, that doesn’t mean that he will completely ignore your presence because you’re his main target! Constant little flirts would be sent your way as you both venture in the streets until you both entered the beauty section.

Completely forgetting his previous intentions, Jimin’s eyes sparkled at the countless jewelry and accessories that were displayed. Practically hopping to every store, Jimin excitedly showed you all the items that had caught his eyes.

Paying for whatever he had picked out, you happily watched his interaction with the seller, glad to see the little innocence he had buried deep inside him.

“ Your— Y/n! Look at what I found! Doesn’t this match my eyes? Quick, come! I just saw this really pretty necklace!”

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padfootagain · 4 years ago

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The King And You (XII)

Part 12 : Heaven Sometimes

Hi everyone! I'm back with a new chapter for this fic of mine! I know it's been forever since I updated it (and any fic for that matter) but my mental health is not great rn, so I'm struggling a little to write. Now, that being said, here is a new chapter and I hope you will enjoy it :)

Only fluff for this one! Tooth-rooting fluff all over the place! Enjoy ;)

Pairing: Caspian x Reader

Word Count: 2534

The light was perfect. One of the reasons why you loved your flat was the view from your window, down onto the busy streets and, in the distance, the skyscrapers tickling the sky. And this afternoon more than ever before the light that came in from your window was perfect. Yellowish and yet bright. Charged in dust just enough to create rays falling onto glistening rooftops. The sky still blue was starting to turn orange around the edges, a line along the horizon that became golden.

You let out a satisfied sigh as you mixed the pigments and the oil with a brush, studying the painting you had started a couple of hours before. You still had some work to do, but the shapes were beginning to change into what you wanted to represent, the buildings now for the most part recognizable by anyone who would look by your window.

A record was playing in your living room, an old hippie music filled with soft guitar ballads that breathed of sunshine and spoke of love. Soft, calm, sunny. The music felt like the light bathing the city that afternoon. And from time to time, the soft rhythms were disturbed by shuffling sounds coming from the couch behind you.

Caspian was sitting on your sofa, he was reading one of your books he had picked up from your shelf. But he didn't seem very interested in the story, as he spent most of his afternoon watching you.

The way you moved your pencil across the canvas, and the little frown that settled upon your brow as you focused on your task, the hues staining your fingers and your old t-shirt as you made a mess, the way the light danced across your features and changed the colour of your eyes as time ran by… Yes, his view from the sofa was much more interesting to him than the piece of fiction he had selected from your collection. A dreamy smile brightened his features as he studied you, as if he were in a museum admiring an ancient statue. Not only through your beauty was he reminded of the feeling, but by the peaceful feeling that settled across his chest too. This soft and quiet peace of mind and heart that creeps through anyone who looks at a piece of art and can't look away, wondering whose hands had carved the stone to create them, or bathed the brushes in the right hues. There is a ceremonial, almost holy feeling that hovers over art pieces of that kind, a sort of respect that both draws you in and pushes you away from their world. Caspian felt exactly this way as he stared at you, like he had found the piece that moved him to his bones and yet that was unreachable, a kind of beauty he longed for and echoed through his soul, and yet he would never deserve.

You knew he was staring at you, and had it been anyone else, you would have felt extremely uncomfortable if subjected to such scrutiny, but coming from Caspian, it merely brought warmth to your cheeks.

None of you were talking, hadn't uttered a word since lunch over four hours ago, but none of you were bothered by the silence that filled the room. It was a soft kind of silence, the comfortable one that could only appear in a room filled with people in love. Affection sometimes makes even nothingness beautiful.

A few days had passed since your confession in the park, and a few more remained before you would both travel to London, but the journey ahead of you was for now out of your thoughts. For now, all that mattered to both of you was to spend as much time as you could together. To the excitement and happiness that came along a new relationship slowly coming into blossom was added the knowledge that, no matter how happy the two of you were and how right being together felt, Caspian would soon be gone. Your days together being counted, you didn't want to waste away the time you had left together by worrying. Instead, you chose to live your love for him day by day, you would take whatever the wind would blow your way in the end. For now though, you painted the street you had drawn a thousand times before with a new softness showing in every shade you chose and every stroke of the brush that you applied. Love has a way of making art better, after all.

Caspian seemed to have chosen the same path as you, and had not mentioned again the trip to London, nor what would happen there. You were both locked in a bubble that you knew would explode soon, but protected you for now.

Eventually though, Caspian stood up and walked over to your spot in the room, wrapping his arms around your frame to press your back to his chest. He kissed gently the top of your head, before resting his cheek right above your ear. His gesture made you chuckle, a grin appearing across your lips.

"Do you need something? Or are you just being clingy?" you asked with a playful giggle.

"I guess I am clingy," Caspian admitted with a chuckle of his own that made his chest vibrate against you.

"You're a hopeless romantic, that's not surprising," you teased.

"Maybe I am. Or maybe you are turning me into one. Although, I should point out that so far, you have not protested against this part of me in the slightest, and have rather encouraged it, in fact."

"What are you insinuating? That I'm as sappy as you?"

"I'm afraid so, my love."

You hummed contently, forgetting about the subject of the conversation completely as you settled more comfortably into his embrace.

"I like it when you call me like that."

"My love?"

"Hmmm… yeah, I love it."

Caspian chuckled, kissing your temple.

"Who is being a hopeless romantic now, huh?"

"Oh, shut up!"

Caspian tried to fake outrage, but could only smile instead.

You checked your watch, for the first time in this afternoon, realizing at last that time had been flying by faster than you had realized. You heaved a sigh, but put down your brush.

"I'm gonna prepare dinner, what would you like?" you asked Caspian, who tightened his hold on you as a response.

"Wait for a little longer."

"Aren't you hungry? It's quite late."

"Yes, I am. But… If you move away, it will mean that the afternoon is over and… this moment is too nice to end just yet."

You rested your hand on his over your shoulder, intertwining your fingers with his and drawing silly patterns of stars and circles over his knuckles with your thumb.

"You're right. Five more minutes, then."

You closed your eyes, and were quite certain that you had fallen asleep when Caspian moved away from you, although not without placing one last chaste and tender kiss on the side of your head. He walked over to your shelves filled with books, and seemed to be bruising across your collection. You guessed that the one he had picked earlier really wasn't to his taste, and the thought made you chuckle as you shook tenderly your head at him. You left him to his search for a better story to get lost into in favour of preparing a meal, your stomach now painful with hunger. You were almost done when Caspian came to join you in the kitchen, helping you to set up the table.

"Did you find an interesting book?" you asked as you brought the pasta dish you had prepared to your tiny table.

A mischievous and yet saddened smile appeared on Caspian's lips.

"You can say that," he elusively answered.

He was standing by the table, and by now you were used to having him not sit down before you. Some kind of extra-politeness, you guessed. He pulled the chair for you when you walked to your side of the table, and you thanked him with an amused smile while he was sitting down himself.

"Why so mysterious?" you insisted. "What book did you get?"

"Oh… huh… something about… robots? It's some kind of… machine, that… lives? Very strange but… interesting."

You shook your head at him, surprised that he would be curious about something so different from the world he knew. But then, he kept on surprising you a little more every day.

Caspian glanced at the clock up on your yellow wall, that seemed to glimmer in gold as the sun was setting, ending its course beyond the tall buildings of New York City. He heaved a sigh before speaking again.

"I should go back to Agatha's after diner, it will be quite late already by then."

"Oh… you want to go back there?"

Even if you had spent most of your time together for the past few days, Caspian had always spent the night at Agatha's, and you were fine with that. After all, it had been but a few days since your kiss in Central Park, and a few weeks since the two of you had met. And despite your time together being limited, you didn't want to rush into things either. You wanted to take things slow, wanted to simply enjoy the moments you had with him.

And maybe, despite how abundantly clear Caspian had been, there was a little part of you that still held to the hope that maybe all of this was just a misunderstanding, that perhaps Narnia, despite the odds, wasn't real at all. And then, if that was the case, Caspian wouldn't have to leave.

So you wanted to take things slow, but still, things were going so well with him, and there wasn't any denying that your new boyfriend was extremely attractive. And maybe you were ready to do a little bit more than hugging him and talking with him for hours.

Meanwhile, Caspian stared at you with a puzzled expression.

"Well… I hardly have any other place to stay."

"You… you could… stay here," you hesitantly stuttered.

Caspian considered your offer for a moment. He did want to spend more time with you, but your sofa was really too uncomfortable, and he knew he wouldn't be able to get any sleep if he had to settle there for the night. And that was even without mentioning that the knowledge of having you sleeping down the hall would make it impossible for his mind to calm down enough to succumb to slumber.

He offered you a warm smile, a little teasing, with one end of his mouth turned upright and an amused glimmer shining in his brown, almost black eyes.

"Thank you for your offer. I do have to admit that it is tempting, we would spend more time together this way. But – and I hope you don't take this remark badly – your sofa is way too uncomfortable for me to stay there all night."

He was expecting you to laugh, maybe to shyly get a gulp of your water to hide this divine smile of yours. But you didn't. Instead, you were frowning at him, as if you didn't understand what he meant.

"The sofa? Why would you spend the night on the sofa?"

It was his turn to look at you with puzzled eyes.

"Well… where else would I sleep?"

"I meant… I meant to ask you if you wanted to stay the night… with me…"

It's only by the look in your eyes that he finally understood what you truly meant. And his reaction was to fiercely blush, all the way up to the tip of his ears.

"Oh… I… I…"

"It's okay if you don't want to or… if you're not attracted to me or…"

You let your sentence suspended in mid-air to hover over the room. You were all shy now, closing yourself from him, and Caspian could recognize the signs of your uneasiness. Maybe he wasn't reacting to this the way he should…

"I… I can't…"

He took a deep breath, remembering that you were from another world. And so, he adopted a different attitude.

"Is it normal in your world? To… be this… intimate before… marriage?"

You frowned at him again, but seemed to make the same realization too that, despite the two of you getting along so well and understanding each other to such a degree, you were not from the same world, and your two societies worked differently.

"Yeah, it is… not… for you?" you asked back.

"No. No, it isn't."

"Oh…"

"It… it would be… disrespectful if I…"

"I understand. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

"It's okay. I… I just… I don't know…"

"Caspian, you don't have to justify yourself. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

You seemed to be the one who was uncomfortable then though, and you stood up to clean your plate even if you hadn't finished your dish. Caspian followed suit though, not allowing you to simply drop the subject and flee so easily.

"Y/N… I…"

"It's okay, Caspian. I promise you, it's okay. I just… I guess I feel a little stupid to have offered to take a… a new step when it's not something your people does."

You seemed fragile then, your confidence quite shaken. Caspian heaved a sigh, forcing you to stop cleaning your plate as he took your wet hands in his.

"It is not our way. But I… I want you to know that… I… you are beautiful, Y/N. This is not the problem, here. But I was raised with the idea that being this intimate with a woman one is not married to is disrespectful. And disrespecting you is the last thing I want to do."

You nodded, notably relaxing, and when you looked at him again, there was a spark of mischief shining in your gaze.

"I understand. And I would never want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable or disrespectful to you. But… please, tell me your people don't condemn cuddling, because I love your hugs too much to give up on them."

Caspian let out a laugh, although he was blushing fiercely once more. He pulled you closer to him, capturing you in this brown stare of his you had quickly learnt to recognize like home.

"I cannot say that it would be… accepted without a few rumours and judging glances but… I will happily pay that price. To be honest, I could not resist holding you even if I wanted to."

You giggled in the most adorable of ways, hiding your face in his shoulder.

And as he breathed in the scent of your shampoo, sugary and delicate that reminded him of afternoons spent walking through the gardens, with the air filled with the fragrance of wildflowers, Caspian knew that he wouldn't have any rest tonight. How could he waste any minute he could spend with you?

His back would kill him the next day, but a few hours on your uncomfortable sofa were a small price to pay to have a chance to hold you close.

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warlock-enthusiast · 4 years ago

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Mine

A happy late birthday to @feylen <3 who asked me for some p*rn!

Fandom: Pathfinder - Age of Worms

Characters: Lesra x Mariss

Rating: hard E (this is pure, pure smut with dirty words and talk)

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Slaying a Behir couldn’t be further from his mind. He’d killed countless monsters and beasts and he’d rather avoid bathing in blood today. He carefully guided Lesra away from V and her companion. She didn’t notice or didn’t care.

And he surely wouldn’t complain.

Mariss had witnessed her passion and longing and yet none of her words made sense to him. Being faithful? A friend? No. They could never be friends, not with Lesra’s lush mouth waiting to be filled by him.

They entered a clearing. Birds chirped and the sun bathed the trees in a gentle glow. Mariss didn’t care much about such ethereal beauty. He took a quick look around, but they seemed to be alone. Even V seemed more focused on the hunt and left them alone for once.

Good.

Lesra bent over to pick up a flower and Mariss growled. She was playing with him, teasing him to a point of madness. Did she even know?

She smiled at him shyly.

Enough.

He crossed the distance between the two of them, gently pushing her back against a tree. Huge eyes blinked at him. Shit. What had she done to him?

“Mariss?” Lesra bit her lip.

By the gods, she was beautiful. Some golden sunlight got caught in her dark hair and Mariss fought the urge to caress it.

No time for sentimentalities.

Her body was warm beneath his and her smell filled his nostrils.

With a guttural growl, he stepped forwards to wrap his arms around her. “I’ll make you mine.”

Mariss’ mouth found her neck and jaw and he graced her skin with his teeth. He licked the pulsing veins beneath Lesra’s skin, her breasts still hidden by too much fabric. Mariss felt her nipples harden beneath his touch and left small marks on Lesra’s shoulder.

“You won’t think of anyone but me.” His deft fingers loosened the bindings of her clothing and they came apart with a welcoming sound. Fuck this corset and suspenders. If Lesra agreed to be his, he’d never allow her to wear more than some thin shifts, maybe something with lace.

She’d be the main wife, his most precious treasure.

Mariss shoved his hands beneath her shirt and cupped one of her heavy breasts, circling her nipple with his thumb. It hardened beneath his touch.

Lesra sighed ever so sweetly. “Mariss…”

“Shht.” He pushed her trousers down, putting his fingers between her legs. She clearly enjoyed this with her trying to shift closer to him. Mariss obliged and touched her most sensitive spot, rubbing his knuckles against it.

“I have an even better idea.”

He got on his knees, putting one of her legs on his shoulder to offer him a good view of her nakedness. Lesra’s cheeks darkened, as if she was afraid of being caught or offering herself to him in such a blatant matter.

“I… what are you doing?”

Mariss kissed her thighs. “Celebrating this hunt. I’ve found my prey.”

He licked Lesra’s inner thighs, slowly moving forwards to her center. Shit, he’d seldom enjoyed such a need to make her his. Mariss’ cock strained against his trousers and he thought about just taking her. Throwing her on the ground and celebrating her beauty with his cock.

He slid his tongue between her folds, finding her wet and ready for him. With his lips closed around her clit, Lesra’s moans echoed through the forest. Hopefully no one would follow her sounds, thinking her in danger and coming to her rescue.

“You taste so good.” He sucked and licked and teased her with his fingers. Lesra grabbed his hair and pulled at loose strands. Her legs quivered as he entered her with two fingers, slowly pushing in and out and forcing her hips to grind against his touch.

Mariss grinned and looked at her. “Hm, yes, good girl.”

He licked her again.

“What do you want, girl? Go on, tell me.”

Lesra closed her eyes and he felt her body rubbing himself against him, as if trying to make herself come. “I want to…”

Another lick and he thrust his fingers deeper into her.

“Mariss, hnnn, please.”

He found a rhythm, licking and thrusting, sucking in her clit, making it swell against his lips.

“I want…”

“Go on, Lesra, tell me.”

Lesra nearly chocked on her words. “I want to come.”

“Fuck patience then.” Mariss’ smile grew wide. Lesra words seemed filled with need and want and something he couldn’t quite discern. Her taste filled his every sense, surrounded him, made his cock twitch and weep for her.

He allowed her to come.

Her whole body shook and she screamed his name and nearly lost her balance. She sounded so sweet and nearly like some innocent farm girl, who lacked the touch of a man and who yearned for something more in her life.

And for some fat cock.

Carefully, her fingers grabbed one of his shoulders. “Mariss, ah. That was… amazing.”

Mariss allowed her a break. Just a few seconds to enjoy the bliss that he’d granted her; to remember that no one could ever gift her the same sort of release and feelings.

“I know.” His breath caressed Lesra’s skin. “But I’m not done with you yet.” Mariss kissed her, forcing her lips open.

“Can you taste yourself in my mouth? On my tongue.”

“I…”

“You’re like a sweet wine. I want to taste you again and again.”

“Mariss.” For a moment, Lesra appeared almost sad. Probably thinking of that half-wit, she called a lover.

She reached for her shorts, tried to put her shirt down.

But Mariss wasn’t done with her and he stepped between Lesra and her urge to cover herself.

“No. We still have some time. Let the rest hunt that fucking Behir.”

He opened his trousers and let them slid to the floor.

“I’ve dreamt about your lips on my cock for too long. Ever since I saw you, I’ve imagined your mouth filled with me.”

Lesra licked her lips with her eyes focused on his cock and the thick veins.

“All of this is for you.” Mariss put a hand on her neck. “Come, I know you want to suck it.”

“Yes.” But she hesitated.

Mariss pulled her shirt over her head. “Shit, get rid of that. I need to see your tits.”

He looked at her bare flesh.

“Better.”

Lesra knelt in front of him, carefully licking the sides of his hard flesh, sucking the head and tasting the first few drops of cum.

Mariss shuddered.

Fuck.

He couldn’t remember a woman ever making him quite this docile. She should’ve taken her back at the banquet, hidden in some dark corner with her back pressed against a wall or bent over some table. Mariss seldom asked and yet here he was, getting sucked off in the middle of a forest after getting rejected once too often by her.

Her lips seemed soft and pliable and she swirled her tongue in a rather delightful manner.

Mariss groaned.

He’d come too soon. Why was she so good at this?

“Is everything alright?” The wench had the nerve to smile and her eyes sparkled with some hidden laughter.

She had to know how much power she had over him.

Mariss grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her head upwards, and pushing her back against the tree.

“Yes, enough. There is more for later but I need to fuck you now. Your cunt longs for me.”

The sun drew long shadows on her ashen skin, embracing her curves, making his mouth dry by just looking at her.

“Have you ever been fuck by a half-orc, Lesra?” He’d to be thicker and more than her human lover. Mariss would ruin her for him, bringing her pleasure that that flimsy man could never grant her.

He caressed her cheeks, pushing his thumb against her mouth. “You’re going to enjoy every moment of it. I’ll make you scream my name even louder.”

Lesra nodded and Mariss lifted her into his arms. “Come here, girl. We don’t want nasty bruises on your pretty back.”

His cock felt trapped between their bodies and Mariss used their closeness to rub it against her folds, teasing her without actually bringing them together. Lesra wrapped her arms around his back, probably a bit too tight, and her sweet moans sounded louder so close to his ears.

She already loved his cock.

Of course, she did.

Mariss laughed. “And look at you, still enjoying yourself.”

She weighed almost nothing, just a comfortable presence in his arms. Mariss pushed her hips down, finally sliding his cock into her comforting warmth. She was so wet, so hot. So ready for him.

Lesra squirmed a bit, which made him smile.

He was bigger than her lover.

Mariss let her become accustomed to his size and barely moved, though it cost him much of his willpower.

“You feel…” Lesra rubbed her bare breasts against him. “So good.”

“I know.”

Another push and she seemed to accept his girth a bit better. Well, she moaned, always a good sign, and pressed her thighs against him.

“I’ll fuck you now.”

Without a further thought, he thrusted into her.

Mariss enjoyed the sounds of their intertwined bodies. The slapping, the wet sounds of them connecting.

Lesra put her hands on his shoulders and offered him a fantastic view of her bouncing breasts. His lips found one of her nipples and sucked it with just enough teeth to cause her to whimper.

He would leave some marks on her. Showing her what it meant to be his. Lesra would feel him for a few days, remember his cock inside of her.

Mariss held her body close to him, guiding her movements, pushing her hips on his groin.

Again and again.

Lesra leaned forwards, seemingly out of strength to do much more but letting herself get fucked silly.

“Yes, like that, beautiful girl.” He felt his breathing quicken and his muscles protest against the fast pace, but he wouldn’t stop now.

So close.

“Lesra!”

He came, spending himself inside of her, holding her stillto feel his seed filling her.

And Lesra came again.

Not as hard as before, but Mariss felt her muscles close around his cock, wringing every last bit out of him.

Droplets of him slid down her thighs as she rested against Mariss’ shoulder.

“I’ll give you a minute to catch your breath and then I will fuck you again.”

In a surprisingly tender motion, Mariss put his forehead against hers. “Do you want that?”

“Yes.”

Mariss smiled.

She will be mine

#lesra #mariss #pathfinger age of worms #hui hui hui #i hope you like it!#headcanons

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years ago

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araminia16 · 6 years ago

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Not An Illness After All (The Birth)

A/N: So I was originally going to post this tomorrow (Tuesday) but after I did another read through tonight after working on my tablet for my job for an hour and a half I realized I probably wasn’t going to change anything else so I’ll be merciful on you and post it today but it’s nearly tomorrow anyway. I hope I did these two continued justice in my portrayal. Keep in mind I’ve gone through labor but not actual deliver but I am an RN and have watched loads of Call the Midwife so....

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The carriage lurched to a halt and Claudia’s foot slid unsteadily on the wet floor. A quick glance behind her and she could have snorted with the look of bewilderment on the elf’s face.

Claudia brushed white locks behind her own ear as Callum stumbled off his horse and nearly collided with Claudia on her way out.

He poked his head into the carriage and surveyed the liquid on the floor then assessed his wife, “Rayla. Are you okay?”

She had to blink a couple times before she answered, “Does it look like I’m ‘okay’ husband? I’ve made a mess all over the floor and--oh there’s another one.” She grimaced and held her back while she took several deep breaths.

“Okay. Well. This could have been timed a bit better with us being on the road and all.” He tried to sound flippant but it came out strained.

“I heard the commotion. Get in you fool boy so I can have a good look at her.”

Callum scrambled up and tried to avoid the worst of the water on the floor while he situated himself awkwardly at her back. The moon elf healer possibly midwife also entered the small space.

“This will hardly be the best area for a good once over and you will likely have very little in the way of modesty by the time this whole bit is done with so do as I say and I will make this as painless as possible.”

“What are you going to do?” Callum eyed her hands suspiciously as she pulled out a flask of something on her person and gave her hands a good douse.

“That’s alcohol.” Rayla sniffed and sneezed at the strong odor.

“It will do until we can find a better substitute. Now. Legs spread. Lean on your husband and bring your bottom down for me.”

“I don’t even know yer name and ya expect me ta give ya all that?”

“I’m Gellie. Now. Do as I say.”

Rayla managed to get into a position which was uncomfortable but sufficient as the healer reached up her dress and further. Callums hand quickly became uncomfortable as she squeezed his fingers for dear life and uttered a low whine of pain as more of the healers arm disappeared. Callum was about to utter a word in some concern when she pulled back and Rayla relaxed her grip. “That bloody well hurt.” She hissed out.

“Three fingers. Mostly soft.”

“What does that mean.” Callum rubbed Rayla’s shoulder and arm soothingly.

“She’s a long way yet to go. A few hours at least.”

“Hours?” Came the outraged reply. “What do ya mean hours? It hurts now.”

“That won’t get any better I’m afraid. You aren’t open enough for the babe to come through. Your body will take care of that. We should get moving unless you want to wait here for the appearance of the little one?”

“So she’s not going to have it now then is she?” Callum wished he hadn’t spoken at all with the look of exasperation Gellie gave him.

“Not likely.”

“How unlikely? Give me a percentage.”

“I can give no guarantees but I can tell you first time mothers often go the longest with the first baby. There is time to get somewhere safer than the road, warmer, and cleaner as well.”

“Let’s go then. I want to be home. In the bath like we talked about.” Rayla huffed out.

“Katolis is too far. I can tell you that you will cross the border but you will likely have to stay at the fort close by.”

“My aunt Amaya is still stationed there. She helped my mom with this stuff.” Callum was pretty sure he remembered his aunt mentioning it when he told her about Rayla’s pregnancy.

“We should go then.”

“We should send and arrow to Katolis. Tell Ezran about the baby.” Rayla looked back at him as she sat up. “And tell your Aunt she should be expecting visitors.”

Callum reached up and rubbed the back of his head with a nervous smile, “We don’t have any.”

“What? What have I told ya about keeping at least one in a group with us?”

“That we should but I was busy. I’ll go ahead and let them know.”

Claudia piped up from outside, “Are you insane, Callum? Rayla’s in labor. You need to stay here. I’ll go ahead.”

“Claudia.” Callum started.

“Look. Soon you are going to have to start trusting me again. I know it’s been a long time and everything with Soren and my dad but we’ve stopped the dark magic. It’s already taken its toll on my body. I want to help you guys.”

Rayla and Callum exchanged a long look and he sighed, “Go and come back.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll be out there. It’s a bit cramped here. Oh and we will get some towels to soak up the mess.” Gellie exited the carriage just as another contraction started up.

Rayla’s hand clenched at the seat and she huffed and gave a low groan, “These hurt worse than the practice ones. It’s no’ fair.”

“Didn’t you feel them before?” He realized after he asked it might have sounded confrontational but if Rayla thought so she didn’t comment.

“Well I had a bit of a back ache. I still do. It just started getting bad when my water’s came.” She gestured to the floor. “It’s just our luck. A week overdue and on the road. The timing could have been better.” She rubbed her belly fondly despite her irritation.

“Well then we will just get to the border and cross it, then go from there. Perfect plan.” He opened the door. “Let’s move. We’ve got to get to the border to Xadia sooner rather than later.”

The carriage lurched forward and Rayla had to put a hand out to stop from lurching with it while Callum sat across from her. One of their party brought some towels to the two of them to put on the floor.

Though now that the healer had said the baby wouldn’t just drop out onto the floor and they had some time before the show would begin. Callum’s anxiety as well as Rayla’s had diminished but the nervous energy he exuded usually made her roll her eyes and smile. Now with his finger tapping his leg and said leg in a bounce with his eyes going from her to the carriage to wherever else she sighed, “Callum. You need to go outside.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Eyes instantly wide as he looked her over for any injury.

“Nothing but I think that if I you stay in here for much longer we both might lose our minds.” Another contraction pressed at her back and squeezed her belly as she breathed through it. “There will be some time yet before there is anything to be with me for. I want to get some rest if I can. This will likely take a while.” Rayla leaned over and placed a hand to his cheek before she kissed him sweetly.

Callum looked guilty, “But--I want to be here.”

“I know. And I want you to be here but this is not the most ideal place for you to hover. Ride next to the carriage if ya want. Or leave the window open.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.” In truth she had her own anxiety and didn’t want Callum to see her fear yet with it being so early in the labor. The same thoughts from earlier in the pregnancy chose now to surface. Thoughts of being unworthy, of something being wrong with her child, or if things would change between them with this child. This wasn’t the place to address it and the labor would help her to distract herself. It was a good plan.

Callum still looked apprehensive but exited the carriage after a brief stop while Rayla continued to breathe through the contractions which were growing slowly and steadily more intense but not more frequent.

“Almost there, Rayla. Are you still okay?”

“Yeah. Just fine. Not having some wee thing try to get out o’ somewhere far too small.”

“The bridge is just ahead, okay?”

“Yeah.”

She heard the pattern of hoofbeats and the sound of the wheel change as they started across the bridge back to the human kingdoms. The crossing was so much longer than it was to Xadia and by the time they reached the dirt road beyond she had started to shake a little.

“Aunt Amaya.” The carriage stopped and she heard the sound of a few people dismounting. “Rayla’s here.”

The door opened to reveal the general with a stern eye but warmed when her gaze settled on Rayla.

“Are you well?”

Rayla nodded. In the past few years the she and the General had reached the level of a friendly relationship. Not quite the warmth of family but with the years of war and the death of her sister those prejudices were difficult to break. It had taken some time as well for Callum to teach Rayla sign language. It was a language she could understand more than speak with her four fingers some signs were impossible. Over time she had developed a type of shorthand for simple phrases her aunt in law taught her. “Hurts.”

Amaya chuckled soundlessly and offered a hand for her to take. When Rayla had managed to hobble her way out of the carriage with Callums’ help she surveyed her surroundings.

The fort looked so much more welcoming than it used to with banners aloft and the absence of so many guards. Callum spoke behind her, “Do you have a room for her?”

There was no reply from Amaya and Rayla couldn’t see them sign behind her.

“Good. I’m glad we can count on Claudia. No. Stop. She was absolved of her crimes and the ones her father made were punished accordingly.”

There was silence again.

“I trust her. At least with this. Do you have a midwife?”

Rayla knew Callum’s vocalizations were for her benefit as they moved slowly up to the door to the fort. She felt another contraction build and clung to the two people at her sides while she sagged and let the pain run through her while she huffed short breaths until it passed.

To her left someone put a lock of her hair behind her ear and she glanced over at Amaya who offered a small smile and released her to sign, “You remind me of my sister. She tried not to make much noise either. Everything will be fine.”

Somehow the older woman’s words made some of the unease dissipate. “Thank you.” She said slowly and Callum squeezed her side in comfort as they continued up the stairs and into the fort.

Eventually they made their way to a large room with a bed, chairs, a few tables and a decently sized bath along with a woman in a chair.

As they entered a woman stood from one of the chairs, “Hello your highness’s I’m Emily, a midwife. I came as soon as I was sent for.”

“You aren’t needed.” A voice from behind them called out. “She should be tended to by her own kind.”

“The child is half human. Do you have any idea if there are differences between a human and elven pregnancy? Or if the child will need things you have no knowledge of?”

“This isn’t a pissing contest. There will be a bairn exiting my body in what seems like a short while from now and I want all the help I can get with tha’. Okay?” Rayla put a stop to the impending argument before it could begin. She didn’t have the patience for it.

“Yes, ma’am.” They intoned.

“That’s my girl.” Callum kissed the side of her head. “Where to?”

“There.” She gestured to the bed.

“You will need to disrobe and put a birthing gown on unless you prefer to be naked.” The human Emily spoke up.

“In a while. I’m starving and I need to pee and I hurt.” She whined and Callum sat next to her.

“If you need anything at all send the guards for me. But I think you have all the help you need here.”

Rayla and Callum nodded and were both enveloped in separate hugs before the General left them to the mercy of the healers.

“How long has it been since your water broke?”

“A few hours.” Gellie replied before Rayla could tell the human midwife herself.

“When was the last time she was checked?”

“Just after the waters appeared. We do not check frequently after the water has broken. It leads to more childbed deaths and I will not allow you to check either for at least a few more hours. Her labor seems to be progressing well.”

“Good enough then.” The human woman approached the two of them now.

Callum extended his hand and gave Emily a handshake, “Is there any way the two of you could find us some food and drink? We didn’t have much on the road and I think it would be better for her to have something, right?”

The two women couldn’t exit the room fast enough and as soon as the door closed they both relaxed. “Callum. I don’t think I can handle it if they are going to do nothing but bicker the whole time.”

“I can send one of them away if you want.”

Rayla sighed and laid her head on Callum’s shoulder while he rubbed at her upper arm. “No. I think it might be best if they both stay for now.”

“How are you feeling?”

“One moment.” Rayla shifted as another contraction began its rise until it peaked a short time later and she relaxed, “I’m miserable. Can we be done with this?”

“You heard your mother. You better get moving. You really don’t want to see her when she’s mad.” He directed his words down to her bump and used his free hand to give it a rub. “I’m terrified.”

His confession didn’t surprise her but the fact that he voiced it did, “I am too.” She placed her hand atop his and fit her fingers in between the spaces there.

“Better to be scared together then.” He took a deep breath and released it. “Let’s do this. How hard can it be. We took an egg almost to Xadia while being accosted by various individuals in my kingdom then had to take a baby dragon all the way to the Dragon Queen. This is nothing.”

“Says the one who doesn’t have to push this thing out of a place that should be far to small for it.”

“Oh.” The word laced with dread. “It’s why you are tougher than me. I could never do it.”

“No. You couldn’t.” She teased just as the door opened again and the two midwives brought several food and drink options and discussed the benefits of their choices to Rayla who didn’t particularly care she just needed to eat.

“Would you want to walk around the room a while? It might help the babe get into position and speed along your labor.” Gellie suggested after they had eaten.

Rayla and Callum shared a look, “While I’m contracting?” She couldn’t help the incredulity in her tone.

“We would be next to you as well as your husband though I can say it is rather unorthodox for a man to be in the birthing room.” Emily commented.

“This man isn’t leaving so you can forget that. We do this together.” Callum declared in a tone which brooked no argument. “Do you want to walk?” Gentler now.

“Anything to help get this wee beastie out of me I’ll give a go.” Callum helped Rayla to stand and as she began to walk he followed a few paces behind her. Contractions came and went as she walked determined around the edge of the room with the midwives taking shifts in and out of the room. She leaned against the walls with each ascent and peak with Callum as he pressed the heel of his palm into her lower back. Emily showed him that trick when they first began their walk and Rayla seemed to think it made them hurt less and so he would do it for as long as he needed to.

It had been a few hours since they had come to the makeshift birthing room and Rayla desperately needed to get some air especially with the contractions coming every three minutes. Coupled with the fact they lasted for at least a third of their frequency it made her miserable. It wasn’t quite enough to take her breath away but she was getting there. “I want to walk the hall for a few laps. Callum?”

Callum took her arm in hand and they walked to the door. He crafted the symbol for Aspiro and let out a small breath to open the door. His self satisfied grin prompted a chuckle as they entered the deserted hall. Amaya must have ordered her guards to avoid this area.

Rayla had just completed one circuit around the hall when the next contraction buckled her knees and Callum caught her as she braced palms on the wall and moaned against the pain. “It feels worse down under.” She managed to pant out after the contraction finished. He hurried her back to the room just as she announced, “I’m going ta be sick.”

Luckily Gellie managed to bring a sick bowl just as she emptied whatever was left in her stomach with a choked off sound of despair. “Get her clothes off and get her where she wants to deliver.” The order was one that Callum had no objection to.

He helped Rayla toward the tub and let her take off as much of her clothing as she could before the next contraction and her moan of pain was almost too much for him to bear as he rubbed her back through it. He pulled the rest of her clothing off and she stood naked as the day she was born when the midwives returned.

“The tub then? Good choice. We might need to warm the water a little.”

They had talked at length about the way she wanted to deliver and after she spoke to other women who were in her same situation or had been in it before they all prefered the tub and though Rayla still had a fear of deep running water she enjoyed a good soak in the tub. “Ya going ta help him get my fat arse in here?” She bit out and the two midwives had a good chuckle as they joined Callum to maneuver her into the tub after Callum warmed the water with a rune from the sun arcanum.

She let a moan of relief escape her when she sank into the warm water. “This is moon sent.”

“Good. Now I get to climb in there with you while your man will stay at your back and hold your hand.” Gellie hitched up her skirt to her hip with short leggings underneath. Another contraction hit and they had to wait while Rayla breathed through it while she had death grip on Callum’s fingers. After the contraction finished Gellie gave orders for her to tilt hips up and spread thighs while she performed her check, “Excellent. Fully dilated and the child is working it’s way down well. Another few contractions and you should be able to start pushing.”

“Thank the gods.” Callum and Rayla whispered gratefully.

“Almost there.” He whispered into her ear before he kissed the top of her head and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb while the other rested on a bare shoulder while she leaned back into his chest where he sat on a chair behind her.

“When we tell you to start pushing you will have to feel it here and bear down as if you were trying to move your bowels but you must feel it here.” Gellie pressed down on a the bottom part of her vaginal canal. “I will be able to tell you if you are doing it well.”

Callum looked over from Rayla to the other midwife who set up a table with carefully placed instruments on a white cloth. She folded up towels and blankets as well and placed them nearby. “How long will she have to push?”

“Could be a few minutes or a few hours depending on how big the child is and how eager it is to come into the world and how well the mother does her job.”

“Five. At the most. You will listen to me and I won’t have any more of this foolishness ya ken?” She poked at her abdomen which definitely had changed shape even from a few hours ago. The kick she received in response choked out a laugh from her.

It was a few minutes and at least three contractions later when she felt the unbearable urge to push. By that time her position changed to where she was now on her knees and faced the edge of the tub where she could cling fully body to Callum and bury her head into his chest while her hands grasped at his shoulders and neck as she sobbed and groaned in pain.

Callum watched Gellie move behind her and downward. “Nearly there.” She encouraged gently .

Rayla shouted something intelligible into his shirt and though he couldn’t make out the words he knew they were not in the least bit kind.

“You have to push when the next pain comes, girl. Once the babe is born the worst is over.”

“You can do this. All you have to do is breathe. Breathe and push, okay?” He mumbled into her hair near her ear and Rayla remembered a time years ago where she thought Callum was dying and she spoke similar words to him. Where she first had the inkling of deep care for a boy she had only known for a short while. A care that developed into a deep friendship and into love over time. This baby was proof of it.

When the next contraction began it’s agony she gritted her teeth and tensed downward while her nails dug into cloth and flesh with a moan long vibrated into Callum’s skin while his arms wrapped around her held her upper half steady.

“That’s it. Give me two more of those and this little one shall be here in no time at all.”

Rayla panted wearily and looked up at Callum and he grinned down at her. “Did you hear that?”

“I did. I have ears. I’m already so tired, Callum.”

“It’s not just you. It’s me too. We help each other. You can do this. You have to.” The gentle encouragement chased away some of her annoyance at his part in this predicament she found herself in now.

“Then you can get in here and do this for me.”

Callum laughed and the rich sound danced in her ears while she laid her head back down onto his chest. He knew how to move so her horns didn’t catch him on the cheek or chin. Pain makes one learn quickly though Rayla tried to be conscious of them herself.

When the next contraction hit she screamed into the cloth again while she bore down but this time the pain did not leave her when she stopped. It remained a constant stretched burn though she felt a little something give way this time. .

“The head is born. Not much hair to speak of. You can look if you want.”

“No.” She muttered. “I’ll look after the rest of it shows up.”

“This next contraction I want you to relax your pushes. Little ones on my command. Pant instead of groan, yes? Do not give me a strong one. The child has to work it’s way free and turn a little.”

“Yes.” Rayla managed and felt so bone tired.

When the next contraction surged up she did as the midwife said and panted harshly from turned head into the air as she felt things move down there that shouldn’t. “Pant. Pant. Good girl.” And suddenly the pressure let up and she felt such euphoric relief she would have collapsed if not for Callum’s embrace.

The disturbance in the water behind them prompted her to turn around as the second midwife wrapped a stick armed creature in a towel and began to rub it vigorously. A strange flesh colored rope dangled from the child into the water. The cord. Callum thought absently though his focus was on the obscured bundle in the midwife’s arms.

They didn’t dare breathe as they watched the midwives work. One of them brought a tube and Gellie placed it into the still not breathing child’s mouth while she put the other side into hers and sucked in. The sound of thick mucus loud in the near silent room.

The bundle gave a jerk and then a cough before the arms and legs properly pulled in as the child began to squall in earnest. The relief in the room almost something palpable as the midwife handed Rayla the new bundle with minor instruction on how to hold it properly.

It was the most beautiful sight either of them had ever beheld, “Hello then, little one.”

XxOxX

A/N: So now is where you get to leave me a comment on if you think it’s a boy or girl.. You don’t get any prizes except knowing you were right. :) I am also cruel to not reveal it yet but the next chapter will be out sooner than you think. Probably by the weekend if my work week doesn’t go to shite. But with another nurse gone it probably will. So give me some motivation. I’m going to need a lot of good vibes this week. See you soon Lovelies!

#Not an Illness After All #labor and delivery #not too gross #Amaya gets a guest appearance #Claudia is helpful #amniotic fluid is slippery #tub birth #supportive husband #rayla is not happy about this whole labor thing #chapter 4 #rayllum #rayla x callum #callum x rayla #half elf baby #I just love a cliffhanger

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grandmasterofwangxiancultivation · 6 years ago

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MDZS ch.94

okay, i’ve been dreaming about this part and now i just need to know what happens so bad i’m ditching my studying schedule (and relax for a bit, uni is making me going totally insane) to read this, better be worth it-

Lan WangJi gladly accepted his exaggerated praise. He opened Wei WuXian’s sleeves and poured all of the stolen jujubes inside, saying, “For you. All for you.”

AND IT IS, FLUFF ALL OVER THE BEGINNING, BLESS I WANNA CRY

i think lwj doesn’t like wwx thanking him. he snaps every time he does that. uuuuuugh my heart-

lunatic lwj is the best things in the whole universe

He took out a jujube, wiped it on the cloth at his chest, and bit half of it away, thinking that if Lan Zhan wanted to play, he should just play with him, “What do you want to do next?” He held himself back from saying, ‘Whose house do you want to destroy next?’

(i’m excited, what’s next on the drunken lwj’s list of adventures?)

Lan WangJi frowned slightly, correcting him, “We.”

fewljwiorgi HE CORRECTED HIM. WE, NOT ME, ALONE. ISN’T THIS A LOVE CONFESSION ALREADY COME ONE WEI YIIIIIIIING

EDIT:

The two arrived at a wall. Lan WangJi looked left and right. After making sure that nobody was around, he unsheathed Bichen from his waist. With a few swings, glaring blue light flashed by, leaving behind a row of tall characters.

Wei WuXian went forth and looked. There were seven words—‘Lan WangJi of Gusu has been here’.

(HOW IS IT THAT LWJ DOES EXACTLY WHAT I’D NEVER EXPECT FROM HIM I’M DOOMED THIS IS WHY THEY ARE SO PERFECT FOR EACH SEE? S E E ?)

Lan WangJi nodded and handed Bichen to him.

Wei WuXian, “?”

Lan WangJi handed Bichen to him again. Wei WuXian took it. As he saw how there was still much empty space after the words ‘Lan WangJi’, he understood.

Lan WangJi was waiting for him to write his name up there as well!

....

i’m done

i am done.

this is too perfect, and perfection SCARES ME. if this is giving me so much joy i could actually die from it, what’s gonna happen next? WHAT.

Lan WangJi seemed quite satisfied, finally taking Bichen back. After a moment of thought, he reached out again. This time, it wasn’t to write, but rather to draw. A few glares of the sword zipped across, and the small portrait of two kissing figures appeared on the wall. The precision of the lines and the obscenity of the content was enough to make Wei WuXian slap his own forehead.

(I KEEP HAVING ABSOLUTELY NO WORDS I DON’T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH FUN I’M HAVING RN IS THIS EVEN LWJ I LOVE HIM

he is trying to woo wwx by doing what he did when he was young and guys my heart has totally melted)

EDIT 2:

Suddenly, a series of wild barks exploded. Wei WuXian seemed as if firecrackers had just bursted beside his ears. He immediately screamed, unconsciously jumping onto Lan WangJi’s body, “Lan Zhan, help me!!!”

(bAbY- *he always have an excuse to wrap himself all over lwj, what a coincidence-)

Lan WangJi gained a complete victory. He finally patted Wei WuXian a few more times and leaped off the wall with him.

The dog’s barks were never heard again, even after they walked for a long while. Wei WuXian was finally able to tear himself off Lan WangJi’s body. His eyes were glazed and his legs shivered. Lan WangJi patted his shoulder, gazing at him with dedication, as though asking if he was fine or not. Wei WuXian still hadn’t recovered from the shock. Now that he could finally catch his breath a bit, he praised, “HanGuang-Jun, you’re so brave!”

(this was-

like, the cutest thing ever. i love how lwj protects him from everything, even things that are not really life treatening. that dedication you see, wwx, THAT’S LOVE, SO LOVE HIM TOO OKAY LOVE HIM LOTSSSSSS-)

Hearing this, Lan WangJi seemed to smile.

The ripple of movement faded at once. Pausing in astonishment, Wei WuXian thought he saw wrong.

(LWJ SMILING IS DANGEROUS, SUCH A DANGEROUS THING, WEAR SUNGLASSES, OMG IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL-

what’s wwx gonna do the moment lwj will smile completely at him?

omg we’re all gonna die in bliss)

EDIT 3:

IS THERE ANYTHING THIS NOVEL WON’T GIVE ME?

Wei WuXian swept them off of him as he laughed, “You’re so dirty!”

Lan WangJi, “Wash my face for me.”

(BOSSY. WE LIKE IT.)

Wei WuXian couldn’t help but tugged his forehead ribbon, “You’ve even learned to order me around!”

The first time he was drunk, Wei WuXian washed his face for him, and Lan WangJi seemed as if he liked it a lot. Of course, this time, he asked for it on his own. Wei WuXian wanted to do it for him in the first place, but now that he was already like this, simply washing his face wouldn’t be enough at all. And so, he asked, “How about I just help you bathe instead?”

A BATH.

A B A T H.

THIS CAN ONLY MEAN THAT THIRD TIME DRUNK LWJ SCENE IS GETTING INTO HOT AND WET TERRITORY. BATHTUB SCENE.

Finally the words i wanna hear.

MY BODY IS READY.

Hearing this, Lan WangJi widened his eyes slightly. Wei WuXian examined his expression carefully, “Do you want it?

Lan WangJi immediately nodded, “Yes.”

lwj is so eager, CUTE

EDIT 4:

He himself went downstairs, boiled water, and carried them up one bucket at a time, filling the entire tub. He tried the temperature of the water. Just as he turned around, wanting to tell Lan WangJi to take off his clothes, he saw that Lan WangJi had already stripped on his own.

(WeIwUxIaN.exe has stopped working)

When he ran into Lan WangJi taking a bath, he didn’t have any other ideas either, and during both those two times, more than half of Lan WangJi’s body was buried underwater. And so, suddenly seeing such an uncovered HanGuang-Jun… It was needless to say that Wei WuXian received quite a big shock.

(ARE YOU MAKING A DICK ALLUSION, WEI WUXIAN?)

At the moment, he didn’t even know whether he should follow his heart and look as much as he wanted or find something with which to cover up Lan WangJi and pretend to be a decent person.

(I AM AN INCOHERENT MESS RN-)

His scalp tingled. He couldn’t help but to walk backwards, but as he walked back, Lan WangJi continued to walk forward. Wei WuXian had already backed away to a corner of the wall. He couldn’t hide at all, and could only braven up as he watched Lan WangJi approach him expressionlessly. The distinct Adam’s Apple, fair-colored skin, and smooth, aesthetic muscles flashed before his eyes so clearly that he didn’t even dare look at them straight, eyes averting slightly. He swallowed unconsciously, somehow feeling a bit parched.

Wei WuXian was almost in a state of despair. He clenched his teeth, pretending like everything was fine, “I’m only pouring the bathwater for you. Okay. You can do the rest now.” As he spoke, he was just about to move away when Lan WangJi suddenly reached out and tore his sash belt into half.

(OKAY I’LL STOP BREATHING RIGHT HERE AT THIS PART BECAUSE MY BLOOD PRESSURE IS SKY HIGH AND IF I GO FURTHER WITH THE READING I THINK I’LL FAINT OR REALLY, LEGITIMATELY DIE AND MY MOUTH IS WATERING AND WHAT THE HELL THIS IS TOO PERFECT

who the hell am i kidding i’m going on, nosebleed or not-)

EDIT 5: I’LL CHOKE WITH MY OWN SALIVA

LWJ DOESN’T WANT TO BATHE WITHOUT WWX AND THAT’S THE SEXIEST, CUTEST THING EVER

And so, he dragged Lan WangJi towards the tub, “Fine, I’ll help you bathe. Come here.” He thought, My loss, my loss. Fine, I’ll just scrub him a couple of times. I won’t do anything else at all.*

*yeah well we all know that’s not gonna happen

also, wwx trying to convince himself he won’t do anything else besides wiping him a bit i’m like >______________>

(esr commenting wwx’s intentions represents all of us)

EDIT 6:

Lan WangJi was finally hauled by him. He sunk into the water again. Wei WuXian also rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the tub.

(i’ll explode, i’ll totally go BOOM POW in a sec when wwx’s hands will be all over lwj omg omg omg omg omg omg OMG-)

Since Lan WangJi had been staring at Wei WuXian without a single blink, Wei WuXian was worried the water might drip into his eyes and make him feel uncomfortable, “Close your eyes.”

(this is how i would explain what love is to me)

Lan WangJi didn’t listen to him. His eyes were still glued to Wei WuXian as if he was scared that if he blinked once, Wei WuXian might have run away. Wei WuXian reached out to shut his eyes, and he buried the lower half of his face into the water, letting out a series of bubbles. Wei WuXian laughed as he lightly pinched his cheek, “Er-Gege, how old are you?”

(omg omg I’M SOBBING SO HARD IT’S MAKING ME SO EMOTIONAL HELP cute cute so cute)

EDIT 7: okay, about lwj’s scars... i think he did that to himself (or made it so that it feels like he was punishing himself, you get me, right)? i mean, wwx describes them as coming from ferocious whipping, so even if lwj deserved to be punished, i can’t think of lqr and lxc being so angry at him to that point (it feels like adding cruelty to the punishment). so, either what lwj did was really bad or... well, he punished himself (whipping himself or having someone do it to him, so to be extremely strict). my heart is crying.

EDIT 8:

Wei WuXian got him drunk and spent almost half the night mulling over the matter, but he still didn’t get any answers. It wasn’t that he forgot. He’d always held in the back of his mind that he gave wine to Lan WangJi just to ask him, “HanGuang-Jun, just what do you think of me?” But every time it was close, he’d find some reason to blur things over, like not being so eager and asking after he played with him for long enough, like not being so casual and asking after they sat down properly… But even with all these excuses, the real reason that he dragged it until now was probably that he feared.

He was scared that he’d hear an answer different from what he hoped for.

omg now my heart is breaking again, i can feel my stomach twisting, he is scared. if only he knew, if only... pls lwj, tell him. tell him how much you longed for him and need him and embrace wwx’s hope to be loved by you, i swear i won’t ever need anything else in my life

#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the founder of diabolism #the founder of evil magic #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs translation spoilers #mdzs ch.94 #mdzs fangirling mode #mdzs novel

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golden-pickaxe · 6 years ago

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Odal - Part 9

Fandom: Vikings

Paring: Ivar x Reader

Type: Viking Times

Word Count: 1564

Warnings: none

[All Parts Here]

A/N: Short but yea, important in the story! Enjoy! Sorry for any mistakes, I cut my finger while making jam and typing on a computer is hard rn

[Playlist] - Especially this song for this chapter: Brun- Garmarna

Summary: When you were just a child, you had been adopted by two shieldmaidens, as one of six sisters. Now, all grown up, the lot of you join king Harald to avenge the death of Ragnar in England. A journey, that is going to change the life you’ve known before.

Tags: @lightningwitcher @lovelynerdytraveler @everlasting9 @cbouvier23 @hallowed-heathen @twilight-loveer

Despite Bjorn’s apparent dissatisfaction with the outcome of the battle, he could not prevent his men from having a great feast that night. The temperatures had dropped significantly, after it had rained once more, which did not dampen the euphoric mood of the army in the slightest.

You had just left the healer’s tent, where you had taken a nice, warm bath, and where the wound on your left upper arm had been cleaned, salved and wrapped up tightly in fresh cloth. You hoped that it was enough to keep it from getting infected.

The pain was obviously still there, although numbed, and you planned to numb it even more with a few nice cups of ale, or some of the wine the army had collected while raiding a farm on your way down from Northumbria.

You had to admit, you were not too fond on the English wine, but with the mood you were in, you were not all too picky where the intoxication you were after came from.

The sun had barely set in the west, the sky still tinted in all kinds of colours, reflected by the many low hanging clouds above England. You were sure, it would probably rain again before the night was over, but by now you were almost used to the constant wet weather of the country. It made the grass green though, and the ground fertile, and Hallgrim had mentioned more than a few times how good this land would be for farming.

Your tired eyes searched over the mass of celebrating warriors in front of you, hoping to find a familiar face among them. Your sisters had joined the celebration shortly after dropping you off by the healers, only Asta making sure that the wound of her favourite one was not life threatening.

Hrafna had departed from you even sooner, wanting to get herself clean, before meeting up with Halfdan once more.

A cool breeze picked up, and blew though the campsite, sending goose bumps over your exposed arms. To not irritate the wound, or accidently pull off the bandage around your arm, you wore a sleeveless, linen tunic on your upper body, which of course was not the most warming piece of clothing you could think of.

“I’m glad to see that your wound is not half as bad as it had looked on the battlefield, bleeding all over the place.” You suddenly heard a voice, a familiar voice behind you, causing you to quickly turn around.

There, sitting on a short bench right next to the opening of the healer’s tent, was no one else than Ivar the Boneless, slightly bent forwards, so he could rest his arms on his useless legs. You had to swallow.

He seemed to have also cleaned up from battle, his short hair still a bit wet and swept to the back. He wore simple clothes, his legs bound together with thick belts, and a luxurious fur was around his broad shoulders to keep him warm.

“It’s just a scratch.” You answered, shrugging, but flinching shortly thereafter, as the movement was not the smartest considering the location of your wound. You cursed under your breath, your right hand immediately moving upwards to cover your bandage.

“I can see that.” Ivar’s soft voice was amused, as he tilted his handsome head at you. He seemed to muster you for a few seconds, before he leaned back a bit, gesturing towards the free seat on the short bench, right next to him, implying for you to sit down.

You had heard a lot of stories about the young prince since you had arrived in Kattegat, and during your time raiding England, and you had to admit, you hesitated for a moment. After what you had heard, and after all your previous encounters with him, after the dream, you were not sure if following this invitation to sit with him was the smartest idea. On the other hand, though, it was equally stupid to just ignore or refuse a request from a prince like that.

Making up your mind you finally walked over to him, spotting two ale filled horn cups standing next to him on the wooden bench, before you sat down. Ivar watched you like a hawk the whole time, and with a light smile, picked up one of the cups and taking a sip, his far too blue eyes never leaving yours.

For some reason it was impossible for you to supress the smirk that formed on your lips, as you picked up the other cup, drinking from the bitter sweet liquid in it. You sighed at the taste, only noticing now how thirsty you actually were. It felt odd, you had to admit, sitting here so casually with the prince, and you were not quite sure what to think.

“And why do I deserve such special treatment, as for prince Ivar of Kattegat, son of Ragnar, to bring me, an unimportant shieldmaiden from king Harald’s army, and from low background, a drink of celebration?” you asked, returning his gaze curiously.

Ivar seemed to be taken aback for a moment, as he seemed to not have expected you to ask him so directly, as he simply pursed his plump lips in an amused fashion, averting his eyes and looking over the dimly lit campsite.

In the distance you heard the music picking up, flutes and lyras joining in the drums and other instruments that your people had brought with you, as suddenly Yeva’s beautiful voice echoed over the noise of the celebration. She sang one of the many wonderful songs that she had learned from various skalds visiting Vestfold, her slight accent almost unnoticeable among the familiar lines.

Now that the sun had completely set, the air around you was colder, the temperatures dropping even more with the coming night. Your breath formed small clouds in front of your face, but despite the thin, linen tunic you did not feel cold.

For once, your woollen trousers and leg wraps certainly did great in keeping you warm, but in general, you were used to far lower temperatures, even in summer. Only the moisture in the air, you could do without.

“I want you to fight by my side, walk with my chariot, when we attack king Ecbert.” Ivar finally spoke up again, his blue eyes returning to you, his gaze unwavering.

Now it was you who was taken aback, as you had not expected his words, frowning slightly.

“I am with my sisters.” You answered without thinking, unsure if you should regret speaking so quickly.

“Well, now you are with me.” Ivar tilted his head once again, his tone of voice making it sounds as if his words were not up for debate.

You swallowed, not sure what to say. From everything you had expected from him after you had sat down next to him, this had not been among it.

“Why?” you had to ask.

You had talked twice to this man, if you counted your drunken encounter in Kattegat, and had, other than that, only shared a few glances across training grounds or battlefields. Also, you were no one, you were a karl, a farmer, a simple shieldmaiden in another king’s army. Why you?

Ivar frowned for a moment, but then smirked.

“I don’t know, you are special.” He looked away again, his usually so confident demeaner suddenly faltering. From one moment to the other he seemed like nothing more but a shy boy. “You fight with no fear. You fight very well, better than most of my men.”

“I almost died today, though.” You said, tilting your head and causing him to look at you once more, his blue eyes briefly wandering over to your bandaged arm. He seemed confused.

“But your wound is not that deep.” Ivar frowned. You were, frankly, not quite sure how he knew that, unless he had spoken to one of the healers who had treated you himself, which was a thing you could not really imagine.

“Not because of the wound.” You started, searching his eyes for a reaction to your words, although you were unsure what exactly you were looking for. “An English man brought me down, and almost killed me.”

“How did you survive unharmed?” Ivar asked, confusion now written all over his pretty face. You had never seen king Ragnar or queen Aslaug in your life, but you were sure that they must have been beautiful to produce such a good looking son.

“Your brother saved me.” You said.

“Which one?” Ivar seemed anxious, but otherwise unreadable.

“Prince Hvitserk.” You were not sure what difference it made which one of his brothers had saved you, or why you even told him that. You guessed you simply had to talk about it, as despite your numerous fought battles, and the many wounds you had received during them, you had never come so close to die.

Ivar relaxed hearing your words, nodding with a light smile appearing on his face.

“Good. Good.” He murmured. Then, his eyes were fixated on yours once more, the expression in them so intense that you could not turn away. “To our victory.” He then said, raising his cup with a smirk.

“And to many more feasts for the ravens.” You answered, causing him to smile broadly, before draining your entire cup of ale.

#ivar the boneless #ivars heathen army #ivar imagine #vikings imagine #odal

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 7 years ago

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You Don’t Have To Be Betty Grable

Fandom: Dunkirk

Pairing: Collins x Overweight Female Reader

Warning: Few mentions of general body insecurities

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: You had rather bad luck with dates and dance halls, but this time turns out rather better than you expected.

Notes: Because i’m a plump girl and with the limited reader inserts about Dunkirk plus the fact some heavily describe the reader as thin, this is a little bit of personal self indulgence. We’re not all small, lithe, petite and we should still get to enjoy reader inserts and a fandom if we’re not. Consider this a protest over the exclusionary writing in reader inserts, at least state at the start if you’re describing the reader a certain way. It can be rather off putting to be enjoying something and then suddenly feel excluded.

Using Jack as Collins’ first name because it seems to be the fandoms choice since we don’t actually have his first name.

I haven’t tried to write out a Scottish accent because that can sometimes go badly and be quite hard to keep reading with, so just imagine it in your head or read his parts in a Scottish accent.

Also the junior service joke is an actual real life thing. My Dad’s ex RN and its a long running joke between the Army and the Navy that the RAF are the junior service.

You’re not Hollywood Starlet, no Greta Garbo or Joan Bennett. You’re not tall or lithe, not perfectly proportioned or flat stomached. You had long come to terms with that fact. You were plump as your mother would put it. Wide hips, a soft stomach that didn’t lie flat, large thighs, arms, soft round cheeks. You accepted that fact, it wasn’t uncommon, not really. You knew most women walking down the street were no Jean Arthur or Carole Lombard. But you also knew that most of women who got asked to dance halls or out to cafes were closer to Greta Garbo than yourself. But it was okay. You didn’t need to be leggy or thin to be in the nursing corps. You just needed to be good at your job and you were.

You didn’t need to stun every man you treated, you just needed to make sure they were okay. So you did your best to ignore the sinking envy whenever you walked down the street to see women walking arm in arm with their sweethearts. Because you didn’t need that. You were okay without it. You had a job to do and a war was on. But just because you didn’t need something, didn’t mean you didn’t crave it, want it, and hope for it when you lied awake at night staring at the ceiling as your fellow nurses snored in the beds beside you.

You meet a lot of men in your line of work, some that make unnecessary, nasty comments because they’re in pain, some that are silent, some that are nice, but very rarely a man who wants to take you out on the town. In some ways you’re glad because your work is your work and that would surely interfere with it. In other ways you wish that just once someone would turn up and sweep you off your feet because the other girls don’t understand. They ask why you haven’t a sweetheart yet and how do you explain that men just don’t seem to want to view you that way, that despite your outward confidence there’s a scared little girl inside of you. Who worries you’re too ugly, too fat, too this, too that. That you’ll always be alone while everyone else around you pairs off. You know deep down those are the insecurities of a little girl, that they’re irrational, that at some point you’ll meet the right person. But it seems like everyone else has so many right people and you don’t have single one. That for some there’s a new right person every week and for you there’s never a single one. It’s a little disheartening, a little lonely, and it feeds those old insecurities that comment in your ear when you get dressed in the morning and stand in front of a mirror.

You don’t except that to suddenly change.

“You’re coming to the dance hall tonight, right?” You look up from where you’re making beds for any future men who come in for a little medical help, to see Anne perched on a table along the wall. Anne was one of your closest friends. Beautiful, funny, a good nurse, and kind. She was always kind, especially to you. But, she had a habit of making you go to the dance hall with her and her sweetheart, Albert.

“Anne...You know I always end up sitting there alone!” You don’t hate the dance hall because of the noise or the people or the dancing, you hate the dance hall because Anne always has Albert and you always end up sitting there watching everyone else dance. Because it’s never some romantic or happy occasion for you, it’s rather boring when you’re just sat there watching everyone else have fun. The few times she’d found a friend of Albert’s to come with, they’ve always gone off to dance with another girl. You’ve had some rather poor luck with it.

“Not this time. Albert has a friend he’s bringing along. He’s in the RAF.” She says it like it’s supposed to impress you and it probably would if firstly you didn’t spend your day around men in uniform and secondly if you thought he might actually like you. Which you didn’t. Because they never had before. It was useless getting your hopes up.

“Who’s to say he’ll even want to dance with me Anne...I’m no Betty Grable.”

“You don’t have to be! How many bloody times have we told you that just because you’re a bit plumper than the rest of us doesn’t mean you’re not pretty or that people won’t want to dance with you?” She was always so adamant that you were pretty, beautiful even, that you’d find someone you just needed a little time. Part of you believed her because surely she wouldn’t lie to you and because you knew that really being bigger than other girls didn’t inherently make you attractive or unattractive. But the little twelve year old in you that symbolised all your insecurities found it hard to believe her. It was a constant internal conflict.

“Anne...”

“Look, I know you’ve had some rotten luck. But trust me on this one.” She looked so sure that this would work out. That this time you’d have a good time. That this one would like you. Would dance with you, that you couldn’t exactly find it within yourself to say no. At least you’d get to dress up, listen to some nice music. There was always a bright side if this went poorly.

“Fine.” You cut off her excited clapping, “But only because you seem so sure and I trust you. But...that doesn’t mean I believe this is actually going to be better than the last time” You look at her pointedly, the last time had been one of the worst; he hadn’t even said hello to you before he’d gone off to find another girl to dance with. Poor Albert had been dreadfully embarrassed.

“I’m sure it will be better than...that time. He wasn’t worth your time anyway! So rude!” You huff a little laugh at that before returning to your corners. The beds have to be perfect or the Matron will have you redo them. It made little sense to you considering any man that slept in them or sat on them immediately messed up the hard work, but who were you to argue?

Friday nights were dance hall nights, everyone would fill the nearest hall after work and once they were off duty and dance the night away to good music and pleasant company. Anne convinced you to come along without fail every Friday and every Friday night you usually found yourself sat at a table listening to the music and watching her and Albert dance. Occasionally Albert brought a friend, but they usually only spent a few minutes with you before deciding they preferred to dance with someone else. Some were ruder than others, some would stay and talk with you for a good hour even though they clearly would rather be dancing with the pretty blonde in the corner. Sometimes you just told them to go have fun. Sometimes you barely got an introduction before they left. You understood of course, sometimes the men weren’t your type and you didn’t want to dance with them either, everyone had their preferences. It just seemed like you weren’t really anyone's.

You went through your usual routine after getting off duty. A quick bath, choosing a nice dress, finding the nice stockings you had (the ones that you’d tried to keep in good condition what with rationing on), picking a comfortable pair of heels, pinning your hair, doing your make-up. You always decided that if you were going to go out, you’d look nice for yourself. If no one wanted to dance with you at least you’d feel good.

You always found that the walk with Anne was the nicest part of the night, the two of would joke and laugh as you made you way down the street. Usually commenting on Matron’s newest rule or how the General on base always seemed to smile at her particularly brightly.

“I think she’s been going on dates with him, she seems particularly flustered lately by his affections”

“It’s strange to think of such a stern woman being flustered.” You pointed out as you neared the hall, the music leaking out into the street.

“She’s only that way because she wants our work to be the best, you know she’s not as stoic as she pretends to be!” You knew that to be true, on more than one occasion you’d caught her smiling at a joke and quickly cover it up. Matron was a lady who wanted to be the best at her job, wanted you to all be the best nurses, but underneath that harsh exterior you all knew that she was soft as any of you.

You both enter the hall and it was already filled with bodies, women in pretty dresses, men in suites and a good few in uniform. Some are dancing already to the band that’s playing and some are sat at a table.

Albert is already at the table he always saved for your little group. Slightly off to the side, giving enough distance from the dance floor for those who want a break without being crowded. As Anne had already said he was sat next to a man in the blue uniform of the RAF. Brown hair, brown eyes, a rather bored expression on his face. He wasn’t unattractive, but he wasn’t spectacularly handsome either.

“Hello, sweetheart”

“Hello, Albert”

You speak at the same time, you smile at Albert and Anne is already clambering into the seat nearest him. You liked Albert, he was kind to you, a sort of brotherly figure. He always tried to make you comfortable and always felt bad for any failed ‘dates’. It was always someone he knew and every time it didn’t work out you knew he felt rather bad for it, like it was his fault. Which was absolute rubbish because he had no say in whether someone was interested in you or not.

“Hello, darling; Y/N, you look lovely tonight, Charles, doesn’t she look lovely tonight?” You can see Albert trying so hard to make this one work, but Charles looks over at you with a lack of interest and forces a smile.

“Yes. Lovely.” You force your own smile and take a seat. Charles isn’t someone you’d necessarily go out of your way to impress, even more so when he seems completely disinterested and isn’t even being particularly nice to Albert.

“So…you’re in the Royal Air Force?”

“Yes.”

“I’m a nurse.” You’re trying, really hard to make this work because for once you’d like just one dance, even if it was a friendly dance. But you can already see his eyes are more focused on the other girls around the room.

“How have you been, Y/N?” Albert tries to strike up a conversation with you and you’re thankful because this is incredibly uncomfortable for you. Albert is a handsome man, bright red hair, that Anne always says reminds her of bonfires on the 5th of November (rather cliché, but sweet), and bright happy eyes. The lines on his face aren’t from age but from smiling and laughing so much. He’s so incredibly lovely to Anne that you enjoy his company yourself. He’s a brotherly figure and you’re ever so glad to know him, he’s rather helpful when you’re having issues.

“Wonderful, we haven’t had too many troublesome men come in for attention yet, not too much screaming or complaining lately and Matron’s been downright sweet!”

“Since she went on that date with the General!” Anne chimed in and you could still see her excitement over the relationship she believed Matron was getting herself into. She grabbed Albert’s hand in her excitement. Charles seemed utterly bored with the conversation, but you found you didn’t care for the man at all. Let him be miserable if he wanted to be.

“Since we think she went on that date. We don’t know, Anne.”

“Well, at least she’s finally lightened up, eh?”

“Too right! She didn’t even criticise my corners before we left!” She had simply praised you and thanked you for making the beds, it had been a rather surreal experience.

The three of you fall into comfortable conversation, Charles simply staring at other women around the room. He’s a rather dull fellow and his apparent negativity is rather irritating, after all if he didn’t want to stay around you lot he could simply leave.

“Davis? That you?” You hear a distinct Scottish brogue over the clamour of the music calling Albert’s surname and turn with the others to look at who had called out.

The man in question is tall and dressed in the familiar blue of the Royal Air Force much like Charles, but he wears it much better. It seems to fit his frame better, rather than hanging loosely like Charles’. He is handsome, that is obvious from the first glance at his face, neat blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a cheeky smile. It has your heart beating just a tad faster than before.

“Oi, Collins! Good to see you!” Albert stands from the table to pull ‘Collins’ into a brief hug, they seem incredibly familiar, more familiar with each other than Charles and Albert. You wonder if Albert is even friends with Charles or if they simply ran into each other a few times.

“Look at you lucky bugger, two pretty girls?” You find yourself a little flustered at the compliment to both you and Anne, not least because his gaze seems to linger on you just a tad longer than normal.

“This is my girlfriend, Anne, and her friend, Y/N,” You wave at Collins as you’re introduced, smiling sweetly. You think that he’s at the least the most talkative and entertaining of Albert’s friends.

“Jack Collins, and who’s this? I haven’t seen you around base, mate?” He turns his attention to Charles who as he has been for the past half hour is bored looking and doesn’t seem particularly interested in the new comer.

“Charles Newman, I’m one of the engineers.” Even the shake he gives Collins appears half-hearted. You wonder why he’s so...so dull and well, rather rude, but you suppose that perhaps it’s none of your business.

“Ah, aye, that would explain it.”

“What do you do, Jack?” He’s obviously not one of the engineers if he doesn’t know Charles and they work and live on the same base. You also find you like listening to him speak and want to keep him talking.

“I’m fighter pilot, Spitfires.”

“That’s awfully dangerous.” You all know that the life expectancy for pilots is rather bad compared to some, the air is a dangerous place to be in this war and you worry a little.

“A little, but, someone’s got to do it, and i’m not half bad if I do say so myself.” You can see a look in his eyes that tells you he’s seen just how dangerous it can be. You wonder what it’s been like for him, this war, his job.

“I don’t doubt that you’re an excellent pilot.” You can see Anne and Albert quietly leaving the table out of the corner of your eye, no doubt to finally go dance together. You find you don’t mind being left with Jack, although you’d rather have Charles leave as well.

“So what do you do, Y/N?” He takes a seat across from you, with a charming smile and find yourself wanting to sigh like some lovesick little girl.

“I’m a nurse, so is Anne.”

“Ah, so you’ll be tending my wounds if I fall from the sky then?”

“Well, I’d hope you’d stay in the air, but yes. If you needed a little bedside manner then i’d be there, or someone else I know.” You can’t guarantee after all that you would be his nurse. Although, it would be a reason to speak to him again. Although you’d prefer him to stay flying high, rather than plummeting to the earth.

“I’ll make you a promise, for a dance, I’ll do me best to stay aloft and out of your medical building.” You haven’t been asked to dance in a long while and you don’t for a second think he’s doing it to be kind. For once you’re rather sure that he’s genuinely interested in you and you find yourself smiling broadly at him.

“A dance? I think I can manage that price.” You let him help you from your seat and leave Charles behind at the table on his own. You can’t find it in you to feel sorry for him, not when he’s been so dour.

You’re led to the dance floor just as I’ll Be Seeing You begins to be sung. You wrap your arms around Jack’s neck and fluster a little as his arms wrap around your waist, to sway along with you. He’s so incredibly handsome, but even more so up close. His eyes seem to sparkle, crinkling at the corners with his smile.

“Was Newman your date?”

“Albert brought him along...he does every other Friday, not Charles, but a ‘friend’ of his.” Always a ‘friend’, always someone for you to dance with and usually someone who doesn’t particularly want to dance with you. He’s rather bad at this. Especially if he could have introduced you to Jack all along.

“Never worked out before?” You watch his brow furrow and find you much prefer it when he’s smiling.

“They’re never particularly interested...there’s usually someone else who’s caught their eye.” Your words are heavy and loaded, because you know why they’re never particularly interested and it’s been a rather horrible low blow every other week.

“Why?” He gives you a curious look, like he doesn’t quite believe that every man you’ve been introduced to before him hasn’t been interested.

“I suppose...I...”

“I won’t judge...why do you think they’ve not been interested?” You believe him, believe that he won’t judge you, that he’s simply confused and a little curious. Besides he’d already shown he was interested unlike the others. That earned him at least an answer.

“Well, I’m no Betty Grable...I’m not thin or tall or...I’m just not the prettiest girl in the room to them. That doesn’t mean I don’t think I’m pretty, but...I don’t think that they think I am.” It’s hard to explain how it feels so disjointed the way you see yourself sometimes verses how other people seem to see you or at least how men seem to see you.

“You don’t need to be Betty Grable...you don’t need to be tall or thin or...” His grip tightens around your wide waist and he looks down for a moment, before looking up again, a rather out of place redness to his cheeks considering his previous confidence. “I think you’re beautiful and...And when I walked over and I saw you I was...I was blown away and I wouldn’t want you to change anything about yourself. You’re lovely. I’m sure you’d look lovely wearing in a potato sack.”

You’ve never been told that before. Not by anyone but Anne, Albert and your family. You’re not sure it’s the same thing. To be told you’re wonderful as you are, that he thinks you’re beautiful. It makes your chest ache in a good way, and your mouth curl upwards without even thinking about it. You find you like Jack even more than you first thought.

“You’re not so bad yourself...i’m sure you’d look spiffy in a potato sack, Jack.” You both laugh at the little rhyme and you let him pull you closer, leaning your cheek against his shoulder.

He is kind. He is funny. He is handsome. He is warm. But, most importantly he makes you smile, makes your heart lift in your chest, makes your stomach buzz with the good sort of nerves that you haven’t felt since you were in school. He makes you want to smile until your cheeks hurt.

“You really are bonnie, you know.” He whispers it in your ear and a shiver runs down your spine. Your curl closer to him without stopping your swaying.

“Thank you...for being so lovely.”

“Thank you for letting me dance with you.”

The two of you dance for most of the night, stopping now and then to get a glass of water and take a seat to let your feet rest. He is so incredibly funny that you’re sure you’ve annoyed a few people with your loud laughs, but you can’t seem to care. Not when you’re around him.

“Do...could I walk you back?” The band is winding down and the hall has thinned of people and it really is time that you got back before Matron took a chunk out of you.

“I’d like that.” You grab your coat from where you’d left it and wave goodbye to Albert and Anne who appear to want to stay a little longer.

Jack holds his arm out to you and you happily wrap your arm through his. It’s not a long walk back to the base that you live and work on, its Army and you know the guys on duty at the front will probably make some comment about Jack being in the ‘junior service’. After all the RAF was only just over 20 years old compared to the much longer run of the Royal Navy and the British Army.

“It’s been a really nice night, Jack. Thank you for dancing with me.” You hadn’t had such a nice Friday night in a long while, and his appearance practically saved you from dealing with Charles all night. It was a relief to finally be around someone who genuinely wanted to be there.

“Thank you for giving me the light of day.”

The walk is nice and peaceful and you wonder if Jack will want to see you again after tonight. You certainly want to see him again. He makes you feel comfortable, happy, like you don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not.

“Nurse Y/L/N” You’re greeted by the two at the front gate, most of the men know who you are by now, most of them have come in for at least something little. Whether a splinter or a stomach bug.

“Boys.”

“Looks like you found yourself a member of the junior service, eh?”

“Boys.” The stern tone to your voice tells them to back off somewhat, even though you’re sure Collins finds it amusing rather than insulting. As is the nature of the military. You turn to him, removing your grip on your arm.

“Well, I suppose this is goodnight.”

“I suppose it is.” The two of you stare at each other for a few moments, before he speaks again. “Would you like to go out sometime? Maybe next week? I can come wait for you out here...?”

“I’d like that, maybe Friday again? 7 o’clock?”

“It’s a date.” You smile at him, trying to ignore the two men watching your exchange, before reaching up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight, Jack.”

“Goodnight, love.”

You force yourself to turn and walk through the entryway to the base, you try your hardest not to look back, but you do anyway only to see him standing there smiling at you. You return the smile.

You’re rather glad you agreed to go to the dance hall that night.

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bazypitchandsimonsnow · 6 years ago

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Watford Cove

Chapter 11: fingers walk your thigh

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff/angst

Word count: 1963

Chapter: 11/13 [All chapters]

Summary: It's the night before exam marks are posted. Possibly their last night, so Simon invites Baz over.

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AN: Two chapters in two days?! What?!?!?! Well, school for me starts tomorrow, and this chapter is quite short, so I'm updating super early. And oooooooh spicy summary! But this is still a T rated fic, so don't get too excited lol. Enjoy!

Tagging: @wayward-son-61 @jeansjeansjeansjeans

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My hand hurts. I skipped a lot of exams last year and forgot about that part. My muscles are all cramped from being wrapped around a pencil for hours for days on end. I keep stretching it out in hopes the pain goes away. No such luck. My brain hurts too. It feels like I puked all knowledge onto those pages and now my thoughts are empty. I just feel so exhausted. I can't even force myself to get off my bed to change out of my jeans and jacket.

Exam marks are posted tomorrow. I’ll know if I get to stay tomorrow. Stay in Watford Cove, with my friends, with Simon. If I was the dramatic sort of person, which I’m not of course, I’d say tomorrow is judgement day.

I can only hope I’m worthy.

My phone buzzes next to me. With far more effort than usually needed, I reach over and hold it over my face.

Pretty Moron [7:25] heyyyyy <3 <3

Pretty Moron [7:25] how’s it going?

Baz [7:26] My hand fucking hurts.

Pretty Moron [7:27] lol well exams will do that

Pretty Moron [7:27] what r u doing rn?

Baz [7:28] Texting you, idiot.

Pretty Moron [7:29] fuck off dick

Pretty Moron [7:30] i meant if ur busy

Baz [7:31] No, not really. Just tired.

Pretty Moron [7:32] okay

Pretty Moron [7:33] my gran’s out playing cards all night

Pretty Moron [7:35] wanna come over?

Pretty Moron [7:36] only if ur not 2 tired tho

Pretty Moron [7:36] but u could come over

Pretty Moron [7:38] and stay the night

Pretty Moron [7:38] if u want

I nearly drop my phone many times reading that. Okay, this may be crazy, but I cannot be misinterpreting what he means. It's pretty obvious, right? But he's also Simon, so he's sometimes quite oblivious. If this were some TV show, I’d know exactly what that meant. There'd be zero doubt in my mind. But this is real life. Do people really do this? Would Simon? He is very bold sometimes, that's for sure. Is he this bold? Fucking hell, am I?

Tomorrow is judgement day after all. So...tonight could be my last chance for a long while. Our last chance.

Baz [7:43] I’ll be over there in half an hour

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This time, it takes only two pebbles to get Simon to open the window. I wonder if he was waiting for me this time. He gives me a tired, exasperated smile.

“I told you,” he semi-shouts down, “my Gran’s not home. You could’ve just rung the bell.”

I shrug. “This is more fun.”

Simon rolls his eyes as I run up to the trellis. It’s much harder climbing up it with the plastic shopping bag. I manage though, swinging my legs up onto the porch roof and crawling to Simon’s window. He gives me a hand getting in, then wraps his arms around my neck, smiling all the way to his ears as he gazes at me.

“You came,” he sighs.

“I said I would, didn’t I?” I reply, holding his torso close.

“Still, I’m glad you did. I-I wasn’t sure you would, really.”

I sigh, running my fingers over his back. “Well, I debated it a bit. But this may be our last night, Simon. And...I really don’t want to leave without doing this, with you that is.”

His face goes bright red instantly, eyes incredibly wide. Shit, I’ve fucked up. That’s not what he meant. I'm just a horny idiot. I’m going to leave and die from embarrassment.

“Sorry,” I murmur, pulling away. “I’ll just go.”

“No no!” Simon shakes his head rapidly, arms tightening on my neck. “No, don’t go, Baz. I-I want to as well. You just caught me off guard for a sec, sorry.”

I chuckle at that, I can’t help it. Simon looks at me funny. I just pull him closer. “You get all blushy and nervous when I flirt with you, but also snog me like it’s the end the world in a gym closet. You are just, a living contradiction, Simon Salisbury.” He still looks at me confused. “And I like that, a lot.”

Now he grins again, bright and brilliant. “Okay, good to know.”

We giggle like stupid school boys, pressing our foreheads together. He kisses me once, then twice, then a third time for good measure I suppose. But suddenly, he pulls back and lifts up my arm, the one holding the shopping bag, with a furrowed brow.

“What’s this?”

I chuckle. “Well, I assumed that you wouldn’t have supplies, so I picked some up.”

That makes his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Supplies?”

“Yes, Simon, supplies. I wasn't sure what we'd end up doing but I wanted to be prepared for anything. You would not believe the looks I got from the old lady cashier though, my god.”

Simon laughs loudly, throwing his head back. “Oh man, I can believe that. Sorry you had to do that, love.”

I shrug with a smirk. “It was worth it.”

His face softens. “Thank you, darling.”

We fall into silence and just stare at each other. Fuck, where do we go from here? I’ve never thought about this. Well, I’ve thought about after this, what happens when we start doing "it", but not how we get there. From Simon’s lip chewing and nervous twiddling, he has no idea either.

“You sure you want to do this, Simon?” I whisper.

He nods slowly. “Yeah, yeah I do. I’m just...”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Hey.” I tilt his chin up so we’re eye to eye. I need him to be reassured, and I love looking in his eyes anyway. “It’s alright. I am too.”

He's surprisingly shocked at that. “Really?”

“Yes, of course. I’ve never done anything like this before. You’re my first boyfriend, first kiss, first anything, Simon.”

His jaw falls open. I can’t believe how shocked he is. “Seriously? I was your first kiss?”

I roll my eyes, trying to offset my nerves. “Yes, I just said that.”

“Wow.”

“What, do I seem like someone who’s super experienced?”

“Oh, uh, well, I um, I...” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “I guess, I uh, you’re really smart and confident and I just assumed you knew more about this shit than me. Since you know more about most things.”

I snort out a laugh. Simon turns more red, so I put down the shopping bag on his bed then grab his wrist and tug him closer. He lets himself fall against me.

“Well,” I sigh, “I guess we’ll just have figure it out together.”

He gives me a lopsided smile. It's relaxed and happy, and just fucking perfect. “Yeah, I guess so.” He chuckles slightly and shakes his head. “Oh man, having sex the night before you might leave forever. What is this, a teen romance novel?”

I chuckle. “It honestly feels like it sometimes.”

Simon and I both laugh, but it’s quickly followed by silence. We just stare at each other for awhile. Bright blue gazing into grey and vice versa. I sure as shit don’t know where to go, and neither does he obviously. Simon leans up to kiss me. But fucking Hell, I’m still not relaxed, and neither is he. I can feel the nervousness in both of us. His shaking hands, his tense face, the stiff movement of his mouth. Everything about him spells ‘uneasy.’ I’m about to pull away to ask him, but he does so first.

“Wait,” he says breathlessly. “Let’s do something.”

He pulls me over to his nightstand and picks up his mobile. A few taps later, a soft tune starts playing. It’s all violins and piano chords. I recognize the singer as that Sivan bloke Simon loves.

“What’s this?” I ask.

Simon walks back over to me and drapes his arms lazily over my shoulders. They're a comfortable weight on my tense muscles. “Dance with me.”

I give him a confused, curious look, but he doesn’t say anything to further justify it. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. We’re both about to jump out of our skins, Baz. So let’s not think for a bit and just dance.”

“Not thinking? That’s your solution?”

He shrugs. “Helps me. And it’s only for a bit. Just turn off that big brain for a sec and dance with me, Baz. Alright?”

I twist my mouth for a moment, but then I just sigh and hold his waist. “Alright, let’s dance.”

Simon smiles. He lets his head fall into the crook of my neck. I rest my cheek on his temple. We sway incredibly slowly back and forth, like waves calmly lapping at the shore. The only sounds that fill the room are our soft breathing and Troye’s melodious voice. I listen to the lyrics.

I want you I'll colour me blue Anything it takes to make you stay Only seeing myself When I'm looking up at you

“This song is depressing as shit, Simon,” I whisper right into his ear.

“Shut up, Basil,” he grumbles. I chuckle and hold him tighter.

The song keeps going, we keep swaying, and bit by bit, I can feel the tension seeping out of me. Like a weight slowly being lifted off my shoulders. This isn’t scary. This is just Simon. Who wears pink sweaters and flower crowns, who painted my nails, who knows me better than anyone by now, who makes me happy, who I’m most certainly falling in love with. Yes, I can do this. At least I can do this with him.

Troye ends and the playlist moves on to something else. Simon pulls back to face me. His eyes are half lidded, his lips slightly open, all while bathed in his golden lamplight. Christ on a cross, I want to kiss him so badly. Well, I want to kiss him all the time, but especially right now, when he looks like something out of a dream. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches over and turns off the phone. All that’s left is our breathing, slow and steady.

“Okay now?” he speaks softly.

I take a deep breath and nod once. “Yeah, okay.”

He nods too, then reaches over to turn off the lamp. Silver moonlight bleeds in through his window. He looks ethereal in it, a glowing silver halo around his gold tones. Stretching up a bit, Simon kisses me softly, but it’s not tentative anymore. It’s languid, relaxed, like we have all the time in the world. I kiss him back in the same way. I feel Simon’s hands move across my neck, callused fingers scratching against my skin, then over my shoulders and under my jacket. Slowly, like a question, he starts pushing it down. I straighten my arms in answer, and it falls to the ground.

Being a total control freak, I rarely let anyone “do” anything to me, really. I always initiate. I’m always in command. I accept no less.

But not with Simon.

I let Simon do so much to me. Let him kiss me, let him undress me, let him pull me apart and put me back together in the strangest, most beautiful ways possible. There are some awkward moments, of course. They're unavoidable with our lack of knowledge. But we simply laugh them off or quickly apologize. Those moments are brief though. And all of it is overshadowed by sheer wonder of it all. That this is really happening. That we’re doing this. And it's incredible. I allow Simon to see every last part of me, and he lets me see every last part of him.

No guarding, no nerves. Just us.

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AN: As it has already been established, I'm a cheesy motherfucker. And this practically is a teen romance book so I'm just embracing how tropey it is. Hope you guys liked it. Next time: judgement day, and the morning after :D

Chapter title is from "Too Good" by Troye Sivan

#carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #fluff #angst #punk/pastel #mysnowbazfanfic

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thoughtsofdarc · 7 years ago

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The Butterfly Effect - Part 6 - The 3 little words

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1505

A/N: This might very well be my favorite chapter so far! :D i ‘d’aaaaw’ed myself.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

It's Friday, the sun is out, I just got off from work and I am so very ready to kick start this weekend, I've been looking forward to it all week.

Natasha and I are going dress hunting for her wedding tomorrow, and she has asked me to be her maid of honor. Dress, shoes, jewelry... we're going all in for the both of us. It's been a long time since we've had a proper shopping spree and to be honest, this is just what I need.

After the shopping both Clint and Bucky are meeting us for dinner and the guys officially meeting for the first time.

It's a bit nerve wrecking, since Clint has become like my big brother, overprotective and a smartass. But I've already warned Bucky and Nat promised to have a talk with Clint, asking him to behave.

Which, now when I think about it, might very well be like putting fuel on the fire...? Damn.

"Oh Y/N? Wait up!" a cheery voice call after me. The hairs on my neck stand up, as I recognize the voice as Clara's, the office gossip and prom queen.

I pretend I didn't hear her and push the elevator button, hoping it will somehow magically be there and take me away. But of cause it's not...

Clara and her entourage catch up. I don't know how or why these 5 people are always together...

I swear, they synchronize their watches and have secret intercoms to communicate when one of them leaves, so the rest can follow.

"Ready for the weekend Y/N? Do you have any big plans?" Clara's eyes shine bright with that evil queen bee look. She's always had it out for me, if only I knew why?

"Yeah... Dress shopping with the bride to be, and then hanging with Bucky I think" I'm not really in the mood for chatting, but I've come to learn that if I ignore her, she just becomes even more stubborn and hard to get rid of.

"Oh, the mystery boyfriend" She says and the girls following her around giggle. What are we? 12?

"You know, Bucky does sound like a made up name" she starts and I can't help but to roll my eyes... yes, definitely 12.

"It's a nickname, Clara... His real name is James" I say dryly.

"Mmmhmm... and this James, do you happen to have a picture of him?" Her voice is challenging.

Does she really believe that I've made up a boyfriend?

It's not like I owe her to prove his existence, but knowing how good-looking Bucky is, I kind of want to shove it in her face.

"Yeah, in my phone... hang on" I dig through my bag, cursing myself for being so messy.

Mascara, lip-gloss, 3 pens, a bag of hard candy... I feel Clara look to her girls, probably rolling her eyes and they snicker again.

"Ah! Here it is!" I say triumphantly, but the joy is short lived "Oh... The battery is empty"

I try several times to turn on the screen, but it does not react and deep down in my mind, I remember that I noticed it to be half empty this morning, making a mental note to charge it during the day.

Yeah... mental notes, not so helpful!! "It's okay Y/N... I'm sure you have a very sweet, sexy and imaginary boyfriend" Clara says as the elevator doors open and lets us out in to the great hall.

I curse my phone for betraying me, I curse myself for being so stupid to forget to charge it and I curse Clara for being such a...

I push myself away from them and walk towards the big glass doors, but even if I do walk fast I hear their heels clicking close behind me.

The joy of finally having finished the workweek is suddenly clouded by the women behind me.

I push the revolving doors making me get in there before them, hopefully giving me time to get away. But just as I step out on the street I hear a familiar and welcoming voice

"Hi Doll! Over here!" I look over and to my joy and happiness I see Bucky, sitting on his parked Bike, one hand casually on the handlebar, his helmet casually hanging on the grip. Making everything even better, I see my helmet on the other side and also Bucky who is now standing up and walking over to me.

My smile might just outshine the sun, because when he comes over to me and wrap his arms around my waist, his blue eyes and cocky smile show amusement, and his words before he press his lips to mine would have made me chuckle if it wasn't for the fact, that the kiss takes my breath away.

"Someone seems happy to see me, Snow White!" I wrap my arms around his neck and let my fingers run though his hair. God I love when he has his hair loose...

"Eh... Y/N?" I hear a surprised Clara behind me, and I can't help but to get that 'I-told-you-so' smirk when I turn around and look at her.

"Clara... This is my boyfriend Bucky. Bucky, this is some of the women from work" I notice that the girls are very quiet and wide eyed. Clara and one of the other girls clearly check him out, like he was a piece of meat. I press myself closer to Bucky's side and he returns the gesture by tightening his arm around my waist.

He smiles to them, a beautiful smile that would make any girl weak in her knees, but one I've come to know isn't quite genuine, since it doesn't reach the ocean blue eyes of his.

"Hi!" He says and nods his head once, as a hello. He doesn't extend his hand or in any other way indicating that he wants to talk further with them. And for that I like him just a little bit more.

"I was thinking I would surprise you and give you a ride home. I've missed you badly, and I got off from work a but earlier than expected..." He says, his focus now completely back on me, his eyes search mine, his lips curl up at the sides, the way that I love so much.

It's not really a smile, it's just his relaxed happy face and it's adorable "...So, what do you say?"

"I say YES! Do you even have to ask?" I beam up at him. And he shakes his head like he can't really believe what he is seeing, looking ever so lovingly down at me.

At the bike he helps me with my helmet and swiftly press yet another kiss to my lips

"Let's get out of here... your friends are staring at me" he watch the group of stunned women from the corner of his eye and when he kick start the bike and steer it out onto the road, I wave at them before I wrap my arms around Bucky's waist to hang on.

The ride home becomes a trip to the park, dinner at a restaurant and a ride along the waterfront.

Bucky finds a quiet spot with a beautiful view over the water. A ship with its sails raised, is slowly making its way towards the horizon as the sun is setting, making everything shine a mix between purple, orange and pink. The last rays of the sun glisten in the water and everything is bathed in the warm glow.

Bucky is sitting sideways on his parked bike, me between his legs with my back up against his chest. His arms are wrapped around my waist, resting on my stomach, our fingers intertwined.

None of us speaks, we just admire the sunset and each other.

Bucky leans his chin on my shoulder and his stubbles scratch my bare skin on my neck. It's a good feeling though, and I sigh content, loving every second of this.

Bucky gently tighten his arms around me and whisper "Look"

In front of us flies a butterfly, blue like a glacier lake. It swivels around in the orange golden light, playing catch with an invisible friend.

I don't know how long we stand here. Probably longer than it feels, since I never want this moment to end, when Bucky suddenly speaks.

His voice is low and husky and even a bit shaky

"Snow White..." He begins and I turn enough to look at him. His large hand seeks my face, and his thumb lightly brushes my cheekbone.

"...God, you are beautiful!" he whispers.

Suddenly I get shy, I don't know what to say, so I just lean in to his touch and look up to him.

I see the golden light shine in his blue orbs, making his normally beautiful eyes seem somewhat magical. I can't help the smile on my lips... He really is magical, isn't he?

His eyes search mine, full of love, full of promise...

"Y/N, I love you!"

Part 7

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midnight-in-paris9 · 7 years ago

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One of Us: Reina Wynhart - Black & White Mood Board + Reina’s snippets.

Guys I’m trying so hard to find inspiration to write in general, but my inspo is sapped rn bc of school. I’m trying to develop this story as quickly as possible.

Plays the piano, the guitar and the ukulele. She learned all three in her spare time, trying to drown out the sound of her parent’s screaming matches.

Can hold her breath for 2+ minutes.

Obsessed with glitter. Tinkerbelle is a style icon.

Is absolutely terrified of heights, she gets dizzy on a step ladder.

Loves dogs – Like really loves dogs, despite never actually being allowed to have one as a kid.

Her mother trained her to sing for the church choir – though usually she’s too shy to actually put her talent on display, she’s quite talented when she isn’t frozen in terror from stage fright.

Her favorite breed of dog is a Malinois.

Her neighbor had one when she was growing up, and was one of the only sources of constant affect when her parents were married.

Titan still recognizes her when she walks through her old neighborhood

Likes country music because it reminds her of a time when her mom was normal and her father was honest.

Favorite food is Caprese Salad.

Takes Xanax for her anxiety.

Hates sharp objects – needles, knives, etc. Faints every time she has to get her blood drawn because she’s that terrified.

Is fond of frilly, lacey underwear and bras. They have to match, a habit she isn’t sure when she picked up.

If she isn’t able to sleep on her left side, she can’t sleep at all.

Is a huge horror fan. Her favorite horror movie is Rosemary’s Baby, even though it scared the crap out of her the first time she watched it. Ironically, it’s become a bit of a comfort movie for her.

Curses like a sailor when she stubs her toe or smacks her funny bone.

Keeps her room strictly organized and methodically cleaned.

The first Christmas gift she remembers receiving was a crucifix from her mother.

She lost it two months later and her mother slapped Reina so hard she saw stars.

Works at the local pound part-time because she loves dogs so much.

Carries bedazzled pepper spray, a gift from her boss at the shelter after he found out she had to walk home by herself at night.

Strongly dislikes Cheryl Blossom purely on principle after she walked in the first day of eighth grade wearing a fur coat.

Cries hysterically at all animated animal movies. Doesn’t matter if they’re sad or not, she sees the big animated eyes and loses it completely.

Has never been able to resist a tire swing.

Favorite author is Jane Austin.

She argues that Pride and Prejudice is more of a political commentary than a romance, but it’s a realistic romance if anything.

Desperately wants to go to Julliard for classical piano study.

Cried the first time she saw the movie Carrie, not because she was scared but because she was so relieved she wasn’t the only one to have been locked in a closet to pray.

Doesn’t trust people who don’t jaywalk – she says it’s because if they can’t risk jaywalking, they’re into some deep shit.

Favorite perfume is Tease by Victoria’s Secret.

Doesn’t think she wants to fall in love – her parents were “in love” and their lives were a disaster. She thinks she’s better off on her own, maybe with a farm full of rescue dogs to keep her company.

Learned to ride horses at her grandmother on her mother’s side tiny farm in Georgia every summer from when she was three up until she was thirteen. Her favorite pony was named Sprout and she cried for a week after he was sold off in her grandparent’s estate sale.

Takes one bubble bath a week minimum. The bath bomb has to have glitter in it or else she doesn’t bother.

Really wishes she knew how to roller-skate.

Boys with dark eyes and Cheshire grins make her feel a certain kind of way she tries really hard to ignore.

Wants to believe that God loves her, but has a really hard time holding onto that when her life seems like a really sad lifetime movie that won’t pull out of its spiral.

Knows that everyone hates her, and frankly completely understands because if she was anyone else, she’d hate her too.

I hope you guys can get to know Reina a little better because of this. I really love her character, and I can’t wait to share her with you all.

#Reina Wynhart #fic: one of us #sweet pea x oc #oc facts #riverdale moodboard #one fo us moodboard #sweet pea #sweet pea riverdale #sweet pea headcanon #sweet pea hc

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sanctimoniousscrawlings · 6 years ago

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Prompt#1: Lull of the Forest (part 2)

The overwhelming pressure I typically feel inside the house appears to be gone and I’m not ready to leave this sanctuary so I roll onto my side to start scratching my fox friend behind the ears. The movement sends a couple flower petals floating down from my head. I reach up to find I circlet of entwined flowers perched on my crown. “Strange.” I intone sleepily. But then what it this forest isn’t? “I should probably give you a name instead of referring to you as ‘the fox’ all the time, huh? What do you think of... Fen?” The fox begins licking my hand in response and I take that as acquiescence. At this point, I notice a note on the nightstand, held there by my phone. I pick up the phone to see a message from Demeter saying that she would be staying the night in town and that she’d be back in the afternoon. I text a quick response back and grab the note. In a tall, narrow, curving script it reads, “Keep the cloak for protection. Darkness dwells deep within your abode- it would be wise to make this space your own. May the light of the goddess help you find your way.” Curiouser and curiouser. I feel as though whoever wrote the note is judging me for not erasing Dylan’s presence from the house. “I’m not sure how to make it mine,” I murmur. I haven’t felt like myself in years. There are times where I don’t even feel like a person anymore. I get up and leave the room to wander the house in consideration, leaving the door open for Fen.

What would I even do to make this place mine? I have my desk. I have my studio. Buying new furniture would be a waste- I actually like a lot of what was left behind. I could fill the place with books the way Demeter has with plants. Maybe I could take on some form of crafting. I could knit a couch cozy or something. On second thought I’ve always thought they were hideous. Ships in bottles? Challenging, requiring more focus than I’m capable of, plus what will my aesthetic be then? A pirate? I’m going to dress like a pirate now. A ship’s wheel on the wall. My bed needs a mast. Wait, how would that even work. “This is so stupid,” I mutter, clutching the sides of my head. While I would not mind the whole pirate chic look, that’s not me. I’ve never even seen the ocean. I make my way to the studio at the back of the house. The sliding door leading into my space is stuck shut and icy to the touch. What the hell? I decide to try heading outside in order to go around but the front door won’t open either. I can’t breathe. Panic digs its talons deep into my chest. The pressure in the air is back and stronger than ever. “That’s it. I’m burning this fucking house to the ground.” The aura of the house is so palpable and I feel as though it’s laughing at me. “You wanna play chicken with me, fucker?” I rush to the kitchen and start flinging paper towels everywhere. I know I need something more substantial but I’m at a loss. I make to light an entire roll with the stove but it won’t light. “You think this will stop me?” I cackle, completely mad, and pull a lighter out of my pocket. “I’m a stoner. You think I didn’t come prepared to fucking party?” I’m screaming at the house, only mildly aware of how insane I’m acting. I hear the sliding door slam open and am shaken from my state of mind. I head back to my studio to find the door open. I freeze when I see the canvas in the middle of the room. In the same sloppy handwriting as Dylan’s letter, I see in bold crimson paint: Man. You go zero to a hundred real quick. “Dylan?” No. Why me? The brush floats up from the pallette and begins to scrawl. The one and only. I’m glad you came, Riley. To say I immensely regret not burning the house down is a massive understatement of the grossest proportions. The lighter is still in my hand. It’s not too late. “Absolutely not. No. This is not something I can allow.” I did not sign up for this bullshit. The brush makes it’s way over to the paint and I back hand it out of the air before kicking the easel to the ground and stomping on the canvas. “Leave. Leave, now. I’m still ready to light this whole sucker up.” A pencil starts scribbling furiously on top of the sheathe of papers I keep on my desk. I don’t bother looking. I go back to my room, grab my phone, my wallet, the cloak, the fox, and my backpack before heading back to the studio. The pencil starts writing again but I continue to ignore it. Fen is making some seriously unhappy noises and baring it’s teeth in the direction of my desk. I throw open the back doors and leave, straight for the forest. I stop at the treeline to send Demeter a text. Me: Dylan has not left the building . D: what Me: He’s. Fucking. HauNtiNG. OUR. HOUSE. Me: I’m heading out. Let me know when you’re coming home and I’ll return. D: Where are you going? Me: The woods. Which, and I never thought I would say this, are safer. I’ve got Fen with me. D: Who is Fen D: And don’t go into the woods. Me: This chill little fox that’s been hanging with me when I’m working on stuff outside. I think They sent her to watch over us. She’s curled up in my hood rn. So. Cute. D: You’re already in the forest, aren’t you Me: Of course! =D D: Of course.

I can practically feel her roll her eyes through the text.

D: Just... Don’t do anything stupid Me: That reminds me. There are papel towels all over the kitchen floor. I’ll take care of it when I get home. D: I know I’m gonna regret asking how that happened but here I am. Please tell me it was a mischeivous vulpine. Me: That asshole tried to trap me in the house so I was gonna burn it to the ground. Dylan caved as soon as I pulled out my lighter. D: I wanna say that’s unreasonable and you know better but honestly D: I don’t think I can D: Don’t burn the forest down if you see something scary Me: The only thing I’m lighting up is my holy green Me: Anything scary is getting offered a joint. Maybe the things out here will have mercy on me if they’re high.

Demeter sent me another text but I don’t read it- I’ve found my way into a meadow and in its center is the basket I’ve been bringing gifts out with. I move the cloth out of the way to find the basket full of all sorts of strange thing. At the top is a note with the same elegant handwriting as what was on my desk. Wear me. O...kay.... I move the note aside to find a large orange crystal in a filligreed silver holster attached to a large leather loop. Beneath that is... A witch’s hat? It’s forest green velvet, matching the silk of the cloak I’m wearing. It’s quite a bit more squat than the costume hats I’ve seen and there’s a rust coloured feather sticking out of a matching band around the base of the hat. “Why not.” I put the crystal necklace on followed by the hat. “I have never felt so bad ass and so ridiculous at the same time.” Fen yawns in my hood. I pick up the basket and pull the rest out. More crytals that look like they could be exchanged with the one on my necklace. Two packages wrapped in brown paper containing a mysterious book with blank pages and... a deck of tarot cards? What, are They new age hippies? A green velvet satchel I hadn’t noticed before was still at the bottom. I pulled it open to see rune stones held within and then pull the drawstrings to seal it again. “Yep. The forest folk terrorizing the town are really just new age hippies. Now this is the gay agenda I always wanted.” I check the text Demi sent me.

D: Who knows? You do seem to have a penchant for getting what you want when you focus. I mean, you just played chicken with a haunted house and it blinked first. Then again, maybe he didn’t think a suicide pact was a romantic enough first date. Me: If I had died I would have turned the tables. Haunt him and kick his scrawny etherial ass. But listen, you’ll never guess what I found in the forest D: Oh god Me: I’ve been bringing food out in a basket and leaving it near the treeline. After a while it started returning with goodies in it. I just found it out in the forest and- hold on.

I take a selfie and then a picture of the rest of the trinkets before putting them away in my bag and attactching the basket to it. I send the pictures and then keep moving while I wait for her response.

D: You aren’t the new age witch they deserve but the one they need right now Me: Crazy right? Who would have thought They would be a bunch of hippies, killing off the conservative small town in a ploy to improve society as a whole-the gay liberal agenda I do deserve and definitely need right now. Me: Maybe they’re recruiting freedom fighters. I’ll go bitch slap some gun nuts in the face for fun, let alone a revolution. I wonder how they feel about guillotines. D: I’m always down for nazi punching and lopping off the heads of the bourgeoisie Me: Is it bad that I’m digging this look? It just feels so right. D: I wonder if they provide essential oils with the enlistment package; I don’t care for infusers but I’ve kinda always wanted to try making bath bombs since discovering the wonders of Lush

We continue our conversation as I wander further north. I feel more and more sets of curious eyes on me as I trek but sense no animosity. Eventually I reach a grassy knoll and sprawl out on it, staring up at the clouds as they drift by. Fen wanders off and I, for the third day in a row, fall asleep in a place that should terrify me. All manner of strange creature fills my dreams, but they are pleasant. In my final dream, the earth swallows me. I sink down into it, throwing down roots to grow into something more. Voices surround me but I am not concerned for I am safe in the earth’s embrace.

“He’s waking up.” Is the last thing I want to hear when I awaken, and anxiety crawls up my spine like a particularly large centipede, digging it’s many feet into my flesh. The first thing I see is a man leaning in way too close with bright green eyes, a cheerful expression, and a fiery halo of messy hair. “You know, for someone from the village, you sure feel comfortable falling asleep in the forest. This makes the third time I’ve had to carry you off to safety, Riley.” He was jovial and it was a little unnerving. “Not all of us are nice.” “I believe you have nice and kind mistaken, young man.” A woman with raven black hair and crimson eyes placed a slender hand on the man’s shoulder, pulling him out of the space he was encroaching on. I breathed a little easier now that my space wasn’t being invaded. “Who are you guys? Where am I? Wait. Are those... Fox ears?” “In order: we are fae of the Seelie court. I am Queen Sylairia and this is-” The man cut her off before she could finish. “You already know my name. These are definitely fox ears.” “Fen?” I ask, bewildered. “It’s Fenrir, but you were close enough.” “Wait, Fenrir, like the wolf in norse mythology?” I called him Fen because it was short for Fennec. “That’s the one.” “But you’re a faerie that shapeshifts into a fox.” “I fail to see the problem.” Sylairia rolls her eyes and continues, “You are in the royal quarters of our domain, more specifically Fenrir’s room- and yes. Those are indeed fox ears as Fenrir just said. I am glad to see you are so very observant.” She says drily. “So, you are the changeling that caught my son’s eye.” She looks me over disapprovingly. “Spending so long away from left you with something to be desired. Several things, you are lacking in, in fact. Tell me, boy. Who is your mother?” My face must have looked like a giant question mark because Fenrir spoke up. “I don’t think he knows, mother.” “You at least knew you were not human, correct?” “Uhh....” The queen lets out an exasperated sigh, turns, and walks out muttering under her breath. “That boy... there’s no accounting for taste.” “So, uhh. Question.” I say tentatively. “Shoot.” “Did you bring me this stuff?” I sit up, lifting my arms to gesture at myself. “Yeah. The cloak is spelled with protections. The crystals grant various boons as well.” “And the hat?” “+ 5 to charisma?” “What.” “I just thought it was a good lynch pin for the whole ensemble- aaand I was right. Consider me spellbound.” He grins at me and there’s a wicked glint in his eye. I throw the hat at his face, too flustered to respond, and he laughs as he’s putting it back on my head. “The sexy warlock look suits you- though I would switch out the clothes under it for something more...” he pauses, trying to think. “I retract that. I’d switch it out for something less.” He says with a wink. “Do I need to throw something heavier at you?” The look on his face says he’s about to dig his grave deeper but he reconsiders and changes the subject, avoiding peril. “You know, I sense strong magic in you.” “This better not be another pick up line.” “Ooh, I just came up with a good one- but no. Come with me, and bring your bag.” I eye him suspiciously. “I already have you in my bed; this isn’t another flirtation.” “Fair point.” I do as he asked and follow him out. “Where are we going?” “I’m taking you to High Witch Magdelena. She’s the best teacher one could hope for.” I’m about to ask more questions when my phone pings.

D: You better still be in one piece. Me: I’m alright. Boy do I have a story for you D: I’m about to head back to the house. Meet there? Me: Not yet. I might be in faerie hq rn D: Riley, get out of there. Me: Too late, getting magic lessons from a seelie high witch brb D: Wait, Seelie? Are you sure? Me: Faeries can’t lie, right? D: ... D: True. Do you think they’re gonna help you exorcise our douchebag of a ghost? Me: I hope so. They seem to think I’m a changeling. Either way, I think you should stay away from the house for now. I guess I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back? D: Be careful. Me: Nah, I think I’ll just bumrush this whole situation. Maybe light the place on fire. D: I know you think you’re joking but I’m betting you end up lighting it on fire Me: I didn’t light the house on fire. D: That’s the first time I’ve ever heard of you failing to set something ablaze Me: first of all how dare

I put my phone away just in time for us to stop at a large, ornate doorway. “Wait out here, I’m going in to talk to her first.” Riley says, cracking the door open and disappearing through it.

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