#I had that thought for a second than was like... nahhhh

[akikos-tribble-army]

I could have stayed silent about Mori wielding butter knives (scalpels), just like Loki is wielding butter knives (daggers), but I can't and I call them butter knife bros™️, now.

[the-monkeies-girl]

NAHHHH NOT CEASAR HITTING ON HIS SON'S GIRL!! SHAMEFUL !! (more please and ty)

like father like son, like FATHER LIKE SON [Gunshot, I am taken out ] Do i need to make this a series oh my god

It felt like even looking at Caesar was going to cause your heart to jump into your throat as you brought your knees inwards and rubbed them together as you tried to focus on Blue Eyes' hands making rapid pace with signing. It was immaculate to watch, especially when he was in the throes of conversation with Ash. Hands flew faster than you were able to really comprehend. They were giving you a kind re-cap of the fishing trip they had gone on that caused you to inadvertently flirt towards the Ape King himself thinking with grace that it was in fact Blue Eyes. Heat tickled your nose at that, thinking about the idea that Caesar thought about what piece of clothing you had lacked, what you had prepared for his son and it sat in the pit of your stomach like a brick. You were probably overreacting. Caesar was kind to you and always had been, his words weren't meant to be taken as flirtatious! Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you and he was being cordial to put you at ease, as he so often did and based that direction his actions on his nuanced knowledge of Human intricacies.

He could have just been making a joke to make you feel better about being embarrassed or he was plainly unaware that what he said make your heart stop in your chest for a few seconds, the look he gave you made fire splatter along your ribcage. You went with the latter option. He did not know, and he was most likely not even thinking about it, and you were left the fool for letting yourself think that he was thinking about it. A mess, you thought to yourself and sighed gently, but reality. Bringing your fingers down, you rested them on your knee caps and lightly traced the tucked away bone there and smiled at Blue Eyes when his gaze caught hold of yours and you wished he held it a bit more and pulled you into the azure depths of assurance and comfort. But, he was quick to chatter back to Ash as they were talking about how big the catch was today.

He'd gotten back only minutes after Caesar departed, the whole moment lost in the shuffle of his hands caressing your back and pulling you flush against him, your mouth gasping in surprise at that as he took you. Once, and then twice. Caesar had to know that happened - the time lapse between Blue Eyes arriving back and going to see his Father was too significant for the Ape King to presume that his son... Didn't lay with his mate.

Then... There was the whole scent issue. Blue Eyes probably wafted your scent straight to Caesar upon greeting his Father. Even now, you were blessed with the knowledge that any Ape in the vicinity was aware of what Blue Eyes had done to you, what you had done to you and while that was often shoved aside in favor of being ignorant to eyes on you, eyes critiquing you for even captivating the Ape Prince's attention and the mindless chatter of how you were going to ever give him an heir, you were unable to shake the feeling of a set of intensely focused green eyes boring holes into the back of your skull with malice intent.

Moving to the side, you adjusted your position on the rock you were perched on for the tanglement of conversations you were often blessed with after communal dinner, enough time to let your stomach settle before you trailed off to bed with Blue Eyes. There was no settling though, you felt like you were flying off the charts of carnal want, wanting another round with your intended to see if the gross sensation you had about his Father would dissipate. Anything, anything... You'd trail your hands along Blue Eyes' chest, you push him down and let yourself fall between his legs, something you hadn't gotten the chance to do but you were morbidly curious how the timid Prince might react when you touch him, barely grazing with the tip of your tongue ---

'Father.' Blue Eyes signed reverently, letting his eyes capture yours for a second, curious to know why Caesar was even here.

Your eyes widened as you looked over and found it difficult to even stutter out a small 'hi' at him as he drew down and sat next to his son. With them side by side, it was abundantly clear that while Blue Eyes was more like his Mother in personality and some aspects of his looks, it was diluted Caesar to his very core. The same intense stare, the same gait, the same movements of signing, Caesar must have been the primary parent to teach him growing up.

He knew, oh god he knew you had been thinking about him and now he's over here torturing you with his presence. In front of Blue Eyes no less. How uncouth, you muttered bitterly to yourself, letting your arms fall across your chest. You had an excuse, it was a cold enough night. Caesar fell into small conversation with Blue Eyes and Ash - even going as far as to thank them for the amount of fish that was caught today and with that, he gave you one good look before standing and walking off, your eyes watching that all too familiar stance before he was out of your vision.

'Are you okay?' Blue Eyes asked, reaching a hand up and placing it delicately against your knee cap where you had been rubbing at earlier.

'Do you want to...' Your signing came to a slow stop as you looked into his eyes, raising your eyebrows a bit suggestively in hopes that he understood.

'Talking to Ash. Did it when I got back, you want to again?'

You nodded.

'Can you wait until I'm done with Ash?'

You sighed quietly and nodded in agreement. it wasn't like he was wrong. 'I'll be waiting for you.' You were fast to sign that so Ash didn't catch on, letting your hand linger on his shoulder for a moment as you stood, Blue Eyes tilting his head into the minor affection as you set to trail towards the nest you shared together, unsatisfaction bubbling in your core. If you were going to be alone, you figured, maybe you'd do something to help yourself out. You had a feeling it was going to be sometime before Blue Eyes finally joined you.

[ladyloveandjustice]

List of "Does it Like Women" Results and whether I agree

I find the "Does it like women" blog fascinating, as y'all have probably noticed. I always tend to think deeply about this topic when I consume media, so I wanted to make a list of results I disagree with, because it interests me! I'll likely be updating this through reblogs if my interest doesn't wane, I'll make a note in the replies when I do!

Loves Women

I agree with all of these so far! Well, loves women might be a little bit of a stretch for the first Spiderverse movie (on the other hand...doc ock...hnnn), but I think the second does so yeah basically agree.

Likes Women

Kill la Kill- Man it's 2013 again and I'm seeing tumblr make powerpoints about how klk is deeply feminist and it's actually a super deep critique of harassment that Ryuko has to wear the ugliest outfit ever and Westerners Don't Understand (person making this argument is inevitably a Westerner).

Yeah, based on the part I've seen and everything I've heard, hard disagree. But I have not seen the whole thing, just those three, I do know the part I saw included rape jokes a plenty, a weird victim-blamey take on "not being ashamed" of being forced into a skimpy outfit and how if you're bothered by men ogling you that's your weakness, and a vagina wedgie. I'm not as mad about it as I was back then,and I can appreciate the show has it's good points later on. Not having watched it also means my knowledge is incomplete. However, I have listened to really in depth breakdowns of the series (mainly Anifem's podcast), so I know exactly what happens, and yeah, the treatment of women doesn't impress me. I'm on the dislike side, (holding back on hates because again, haven't seen all of it)

...could understand mixed feelings though, I guess

Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 anime- nahhhh man, it doesn't like women, treating them significantly worse than the manga it adapted. I have a lot of issues, from how thoroughly it shafted Winry, to how it gave Riza nothing, to Dante being every cliche about a female villain they could fit in here, the treatment of Rose leaving a horrible taste in my mouth (I see arguments of what happened to her being a critique of imperialism, however I have yet to see anyone justify why the show had to continue to have her kidnapped and assaulted and treated as an afterthought after that) and some truly rancid one-off episodes.

I break down my problems with it at the end of the little FMA 2003 liveblog I did, though it's phrased super obnoxiously because I wrote it...oh my god twelve years ago oh god I'm crumbling to dust as we speak. But I break down the basics with the "top gross things" post I did (ignore any thoughts on race I had no place writing bout that tbh). The tag anime: turn your zombie mom into ethanol also goes into more of my thoughts, though again, very obnoxious and the deeper you dig the more ancient and obnoxious it will get lmao.

I have several ancient posts on how it treated Winry in particular, as she was my fave and was done so dirty, and I think they hold up fairly well. Here's a post I made about the Winry-Roy plotline, and a good response by another user. Then we have this post, ignore horrible art.

(Please don't try to spark a debate with any of this stuff, it's years and years old, I went through so much drama and legit panic attacks, and I'm not committed anymore. Love 2003 and think it likes women if you want, that's fine! I'm just trying to illustrate what I mean in saying imo it dislikes women).

The Handmaiden- This poll reminded me to finally get around to watching this movie, and I'm so glad I did! I'd go with "loves women" for this one actually,The nos must either be misclicks or people who don't understand that two women having sex on screen is not the same as the male gaze.

Madoka- I'd definitely go more towards mixed feelings honestly (especially if we're counting Rebellion) but I get the people who say "likes".

Yuri is my Job- it loves women, it loves messy women, it loves women who love women, it loves them so much, idk why it got a sizeable no vote. People who only watched the first ep? People who think yuri is "bad"?

Mob Psycho 100- Someone in the notes says "accidentally likes women" and that's the only answer in the "likes women" area I'll accept. It has 10 million prominent male characters and like three prominent female characters. ONE really really obviously has a hard time imagining women as powerful or action heroes. (this is reflected in One Punch Man too) (One Punch Man actively hates women and queer people though, Mob is infinitely better) Only one who ever gets to fight and play with the boys, and she's a low level mook, and we have to spend 75% percent of her limited screentime on whether it's actually okay to fight women, with her winning argument being "Well you're literally a child so I guess it evens out" (???) The little girl with the evil dolls gets even less screentime.

I do like that the series examines how Mob idealized Takane and how people not caring about the real her made her tired, as well as how it allowed her to reject Mob and was basically a lesson in the importance of accepting rejection. But her screentime is also really limited, and I feel like we could have dove into her a lot more. Tome is a wonderful weird girl and I liked her little arc, and I hear she gets more in the Reigen manga, but still not a TON of screentime, and even with her there are a couple jabs about how she doesn't "count" as a girl due to not acting traditionally feminine we're clearly supposed to find funny. Emi is...there I guess. There's that sweet scene with the writer girl, and the bully girl, but they're like, not reoccurring at all, as evidenced by how I can't remember their names.

And uh. the girls school episode.

Anyway. Hot take but I don't think "they're barely in the story but when they are two of them are treated pretty decently and have some depth, though there is some weird stuff about whether women can even fight men or whatever" really counts as "likes women". I'd go more mixed feelings.

Life is Strange-out of the two options I chose dislikes, but my feelings are a lot closer to "mixed feelings". I go into why here.

Gushing Over Magical Girls- lol. lmao even. The anime about middle school girls who look 8 sexually assaulting other middle school girls DEFINITELY doesn't like women. I go into more detail here.

Cowboy Bebop: Mixed feelings, probably. I chose dislikes because yes, Faye and Ed are great (you could def read Ed as nb though), but Faye also is repeatedly damsel in distress'd and treated as incompetent in her field when I don't think she should be, she can be a failgirl without being the sole woman in the action side of the group and also the least capable (there's also That Scene in the movie). also i just. it's fine that she's sexy but I hate her outfit. give her something nicer looking, it's so ugly. But my main reason for a dislike vote is the treatment of Julia. Girl is a textbook example of fridging. They really gave her so little. But yeah I could see mixed feelings.

Also do you remember that one scene during Faye's tragic backstory where she's hospitalized and the camera requires us to look down her super (painful looking? like idk how she's not screaming about it) squished boobs during this tense and important moment god that took me out. whenever anyone acts like Faye always owns her sexiness and the camera never does anything I remember that scene.

Ranma 1/2: I've seen read a good chunk of it, and this result is...surprising. Maybe by the standards of 80's manga though, who knows.

Better Call Saul- I did vote yes on this one, but I'd put it more at mixed feelings. Kim is a fantastic character, but there aren't enough women on the show at all. She's a major part of the show, but basically the only one of any note. I only voted yes because I finally remembered Francesca was a reoccurring character and she's all right, but the fact I had to think to remember...

Undead Unluck: I know it gets a lot better later but I'm not sure if a work that has it's female character continuously and comically sexually harassed for the first few chapters can ever get liking women privileges. I don't know enough about it but it might be a mixed feelings situation.

Akiba Maid War: tbh I'd probably give this 'loves women'.

Ducktales: For the second season specifically I'd say "loves women". The first season leans more towards 'like women' though, so it evens out.

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend- Should be "loves women" but people are ridic and voted based on the title.

Mixed Feelings

Dracula- IIII definitely think it dislikes women, sorry guys. Mina is a great character and you do have to take it in the context of when it was written. But there are surely contemporaries of Bram Stoker that wouldn't have randomly gone out of their way to scoff at the "New Woman". Not to mention again, really random sidebars about how men are so much smarter and cooler and women should be grateful to them. I could go on about Lucy and how Mina is treated and whether that's a critique of sexism or just playing into it and how it's so open to interpretation but I'll stop here.

also the book is hugely anti- Romani, immigrant etc and I think that ties into disliking women since some women are those Romani and immigrants

It really really felt like a case where a lot of people in the Drac Daily tag just wanted it to be super feminist because they liked it (you can like things without having to make them feminist! it's fine!), and the way they scoffed at feminist scholars who had "surface level readings" of the text (aka they dared to say it was sexist) still leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

The Lego Movie: dislikes women. what are y'all on. Even it's own sequel calls it out for disliking women. Wildstyle is basically the only woman with real characterization and she's the purest concentration of "hypercompetent woman must play second fiddle to Average Male loser who is the one who actually saves the world and also she falls in love with him because of course she does'. Then Wonder Woman got one line (in literally the first theatrical move she got to even be in) and Superman and Batman a lot of screen time.

Does not like

Scott Pilgrim- Don't get this result, I'd put it at likes or mixed feelings? It's literally about how Scott has weird issues with women where he doesn't see them as to full people they are, and it calls him out on that hard. The whole sixth volume is how he made up a damsel in distress scenario for Kim and always took her for granted, how he put all the blame on Envy for the end of their relationship when he played a huge role in that, Knives finally getting over him, moving on, and telling him he needs to grow up a little (highlighting how his grossness towards her was him refusing to accept that he was an adult now, and that he was horrible to her, and yes he does apologize), and accepting that he and Ramona are both messed up people and she's just as flawed as he is, taking down the pedestal he put her on. And having Ramona triumphantly confront her abuser. Scott acknowledges he has a lot in common with Gideon, the supervillain!

Roxy is a sticking point, the whole 'it was a phase thing' and her and Ramona's relationshipbeing unexplored was annoying (fixed in Takes Off) but even she had some moments of pathos and was definitely the (Ramona's) ex the story seemed to sympathize with the most.

I dunno. this seems like a tumblr lacks media literacy thing again. Did you think the narrative agrees with Scott. Did you only watch the movie.

Succession- I'd go more mixed feelings? Dislikes is fine, I think it doesn't have enough women and often privileges male characters over them, but sometimes it's examination of the sexism Shiv faces is really incisive, and she's a complex character. But she should have gotten that abortion.

Watchmen: hates women actually. Pretty much anything written by Alan Moore does.

Persona 4: I think it hates women actually. But dislike is fine too.

Merlin: Everything I've heard about the show puts in in the hates camp rather than dislikes, but i never watched it (I did watch this video on it, and the bootlicking is out of this world if it's accurate) so I can't really comment

Fables: I cannot fathom how this did not get "hates women". Not just the fact it's written by a known misogynist. I will always remind everyone that I was literally there to see Bill Willingham say the female fans protesting the misogynist treatment of Stephanie Brown were annoying and he wishes he could shoot them. I was there. I heard him. This attitude completely shows up in his work. On top of that, his conservative, women hating idealogy all over this comic. Do you not remember all the random abortion soapboxes and how hard Snow White got sidelined????

And when I refreshed my memory, I discovered the reason Snow White had kids when she didn't want to was because a spell made her have sex with the male lead and she didn't even remember that happening. I also forgot that her backstory was the seven dwarfs raped her (but then she murdered them! Girl Power!) This is only the tip of the iceberg, I rediscovered way too many screwed up things he did to his female characters. Plus blatant Zionist propaganda and a ton of racism.

Like Snow White's backstory was some dark and edgy rape revenge and she's an Empowered Woman now, only to have her be raped by the man she will marry (in a mutual rape) but we don't call it that, and now she has kids she doesn't want, she can't get an abortion because It's Evil, time to quit her job she's proud of and move to a farm to have six kids.

iCarly-- It hates women! Dan Schneider. That should be all we need but some people in the comments insisted on separating the art from the artist despite the fact the artist is ALL OVER the art, and said art directly tormented Jeanette McCurdy! There was so much content in the show that was there to specifically torment her-- the fact her character has a food addiction/eating disorder while she had a real life eating disorder and they had to have known this, the fact after hearing she had a crush on an actor then they wrote it into her character to humiliate her, the fact they continually sexualized her while knowing her discomfort with it and with her body-- I have also watched the exhaustive basically minute-by-minute breakdown by QuintonReviews. Some gross shit happens on that show.

Hates Women

Agree with all of these so far!

[pumpkinsy0]

That Spider-Man audio of Mj going “Peter your going to die doing this, your going to die in that stupid costume.”

Except it’s Two-Bit snapping at Tim after Tim had been through a particularly rough fight. A fight that made Two-Bit remember that Tim really is a gang leader. That he does dangerous things to survive the way Dallas did. The memory of it just making Two snap and breaking them out of their blissful peace. Because it’s a painful reminder of the possibility of them dying young,stupid, and as greasers.

OR OR!!!! Flip it around!!

Tim SNAPPING at Two, after Two did something dangerous. Like Dallas level of dangerous. And it makes Tim understand that Two and Dallas are so similar and just so self destructive. But Two’s destruction scares him because Two won’t fade away like Dallas. He doesn’t want to see the world burn. He wants to see himself burn. And somehow that thought is a much more scarier one to him.

Thoughts? ☝️

YKNOW WHAT, i think the second part would actually fit way better

i think two bit wouldnt ever forget that tim is a gang leader, hes perfectly aware of that, theres nothing tim does that makes him ignore that, so i dont think he’d have THIS kind of outburst

not to say that two bit WOULDNT say that, but w the way mj said it??? nahhhh, i think two bit would just b more defeated than anything, yknow??? more somber cause its like hes come to terms w that a long while ago

BUTTTT W THE SECOND ONE, personally im a “tim looked like he moved on from dallys death but rlly didnt” typa gal, so i could see this happening when like twos on his bender and tims just sick of seeing two bit mop around, its like it annoys him bc its a reminder of what he lost!!he wants everything to just continue the way it was before but it wont and he cant run away from that

also maybe the “ur gonna die in that stupid costume” bit could serve as something thats right for the both of em!!two bit relying on his happy persona and alcohol addiction is gonna catch up n kill him the same way tim just trying to move on like nothing happened is lowkey killing him

i hope this all made sense,,

[sinning-23]

Socket Wrench: Chapt. 1

OKAY I finally found a name so if you read the introduction to the DK x reader this is the official title lol I was drawing a blank for a minute. Anyway, here's Chapter 1! Enjoy!

Introduction found here

Chapter 2 found here

Chapter 1: Am I dead? Or is this just Ohio?

Floating doesn't even describe half of what you're doing right now. If anything you feel like you're being launched gently in an unknown direction by some unknown gravitational force in the middle of what looks like sky??? A galaxy maybe? Whatever it was it was so damn ominous, but nothing peaceful lasts forever. You find yourself speeding up and burning into another tunnel, hopefully, a means to an end. The tunnel hurls you forward, the feeling of what seemed like grass breaking your fall for the most part. 

You heave from the impact, searching for the brothers but failing to see anything but jungle and wilderness. The last thing you needed was for some animal to decide that your time was up and they were feeling kinda hungry. In a situation like this, you figured the best thing to do was to sit ya ass down and wait for help but once again you choose to not follow the voice in your head. Hauling ass in any direction, you jump as every slight rustle of leaves and twig break. Clearly, this shit was no joke. 

Maybe you were dreaming? 

You ruled both out when you pinch yourself and take a niceee deep breath. At least you weren't completely useless, you knew how to throw a mean punch when needed. You trudge forward, and what seemed like a temple door becomes visible through the thick shrubbery of the jungle. You sign, feeling stupid for what you were about to try. There was a 50% chance someone answered as well as an equal chance for no one to be here at all, leaving you stranded in….where the hell you were. Where was this anyway? Florida? Nahhhh. 

You hold the door's handle, using it to give three firm knocks, sounding more like the police than a friendly passerby looking for instruction. You roll your eyes, a heavy sigh escaping your throat but before you coil try and knock again or even turn away to accept your fate, or even devise some kind of plan to get back home, you’re greeted by what seemed like the world's largest gorilla, a roar of sorts making you scramble, hands put up in defense. 

“JESUSSSSSS!” You screech, feel trying their best to get you back standing but you're far too startled for that.

Is this mf wearing a jacket….He’s wearing clothes???? Someone's pet maybe? You gulp, trying to gather your thoughts and try to communicate at least a little bit. This was a completely different world from your own…at this point, the only way to get back home was trial and error and you'd be damned if you gave up before even trying first. 

“I-I need to get back home. I don't know where I am or who’s in charge here. But I need help finding my….friends and getting home.” You speak, a sense of false confidence rushing over you as you try and make yourself look tough as nails even though you were about to piss your pants about 2 seconds ago.

The gorilla steps forward, trying to see through any facade you had, doing so successfully before stepping away. And then it…speaks.

“Get in.” 

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This was madness…..there's an entire civilization here…and it looks to be ONLY gorillas from what you could tell. Maybe you and the brothers were the only humans here… or maybe not? You were running off pure adrenaline at this point and even so, all questions you had were making themselves cozy in your mental filing cabinet The water is crystal clear as you travel by what seemed like a pretty modified Jeep. Your driver, the gorilla that SCREAMED IN YOUR DAMN FACE earlier, swerves and speeds like nothing down the wooden roadway, missing other cars by mere inches. It didn’t help that this thing didn’t have any seatbelts either, you felt that at any point in that crazy ass ride, you would have flown right out of your seat. You would give him props though because he got you to what looked like a palace temple in no time at all. Dusting yourself off you try and make yourself at least a little bit presentable to meet whoever was the ruler here. You had questions that needed answering effectively immediately. Hopefully, this ruler was merciful enough to not send you to a dungeon or some shit.

Pulling your braids to tighten your ponytail, you make it through an aisle of guards. Taking note of their attire, you're finally greeted by what looked like a smaller, older monkey sitting in the throne.

“Welcome to the Jungle Kingdom! Now what do you want,” His voice booms, as you raise a brow at the bluntness. 

“Just need some help, you just told me where I was so that's one question knocked out.” You explain, trying your best to be respectful seeing as apparently this was the ruler. You make a mental note to try and avoid conflict and get on his good side. 

“I came here through a pipe with two other people…my friends, well mentors? Or at least I think they came after me? I don't know. All I know is I came through a pipe and landed here. Your bouncer scared the shit out of me and now I'm here. I need to get back to them but I don’t know where they went.” You explain, realizing how unbothered this guy seemed at some random waltzing up to his Kingdom's front door and making it in.

“Sounds nice enough, what are you useful for? Anything you can offer in return for staying here?” He questions, most likely thinking of kicking you out to figure out this mess on your own. That was the last thing you needed. You had to try and convince this guy…

“I’m a mechanic? I noticed the cars you guys ride around in, I can help with that and you can help me. I scratch your back, you scratch mine?” You suggest, seeing him become slightly more interested in the fact that you knew your cars. 

“Well, they’re karts, and before I make any final decisions, where did you come from again?” He hums, stroking his beard. 

Was this mf not listening? You came from the magic pipe… well one in practically the asscrack of Brooklyn and now you’re here. 

“Brooklyn. And my name’s y/n” You explain as he waves you off as if to try and silence you. 

“Have my son take her to the garage. She can try her hand there, and in return, we help find her… associates.” You’re almost immediately accompanied by two guards keeping you in one direction and before you find yourself being shoved through the large double doors leading to the rest of the palace, the king speaks,

“And if she fails, put her back where she was found, I’m sure she can figure it out.” He chuckles, seeing the look of bewilderment on your face. 

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The halls are long and quiet, only the sound of your shoes hitting the stones beneath your feet and metal armor clanking echo in the silence. This was only a means to an end, you would prove your worth and skill and then you'd be out here in no time! At least you hoped so. Maybe you'd even learn something for your own spot. Knowledge was power right? Who says interdimensional skills can be transferred?

“Soooooo, who’s his son? The prince right? That makes him a prince?” You try to fill the quiet with the conversation but the guards ain't budging. Their job was to simply transport you from one big ass room to the next. 

You huff, coming to a rather abrupt stop. The guard to your left knocks, awaiting an answer to wish there is none. 

“Sir, your father requests you take this woman to the garage.” 

“My name's y/n I promise it's not hard to remember.” You shoot back, hearing footsteps before the door swings wide open revealing who you could only assume was the king's son. The prince? 

This guy looks far too douchey to be a prince. The tie he’s wearing is loose and what you would assume was his initials on it was far more conceited than you’d imagine. He's eyeballing you like you're crazy and before either of you could ask any questions, the guards are long gone. 

“I don't like this any more than you do dude, I just got here okay?” You huff, putting your hands up in defense. 

“Yeah great. What did my dad need?” He's short with his response, whatever he was doing prior MUST have been far more important than this simple task his father requested. 

“Take me to the garage, see if I'm useful, if not kick me out and let me fend for myself.” You explain, arms folded. 

He shrugs, leading you through more halls now. At least it wasn't dead silent anymore, this one was far more chatty than the others you’d encountered thus far. 

“Soooo, this garage, whatcha got in there? I work on cars back where I'm from.” You ask, trying to catch up to him, then finally keeping pace at his side. 

He puffs out a bit of air before absolutely throttling you with information. He was awfully talkative, turning the conversation from that of the karts to him. Guess he reeeeally loved talking about himself. Typical prince behavior…sorta. 

“It's funny actually that I ended up here. I'm sure my odds elsewhere wouldn't have been in my favor. At least I can work.” You interrupt, more so talking to yourself now. 

“I’d just opened my own shop back home, gosh it was such a big deal and my dad doesn’t even think I can do it. I'm sure my services would be better off here anyway.” You chuckle bitterly. 

He was much taller than you, a stupid shit-eating grin splayed over his features, you're gazing upward at him, a slight tension building. 

“I'm sure you’ll be just fine. Seems like my dad and your dad have something in common.” The statement sounds a bit bitter but you don’t question it.

“Yeah… Hey, you’re chatty, bet the others just love you don’t they?” You joke, and he confirms this fact. Guess ‘ol boy was a bit of a celebrity. 

“That's cute, you like the attention?” You ask, trying to be somewhat flirty. He catches on and only leans toward you, making sure you knew how much bigger he was,his height, and just overall build make you shrink a bit. 

“Yeah, and I bet you prefer to keep to yourself? How cute.” He mimics, that stupid smile still splayed over his face. 

You'd hardly noticed how much time had passed talking to him but after wandering parts of the palace, you finally made it to the garage, the sound of work being done is exciting. You try to stop yourself from squealing in excitement but fail. The prince, who you decided to refer to by the initials on his tie, seemed somewhat intrigued. Your jaw almost drops when you walk in, the plethora of materials being used to build such intricate machines

“Please tell me I get to build a kart.” You whisper out, trying to take it all in.

“If you can figure out how you don't have to get kicked out. You look like a smart girl. I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out. Plus the mechanic stuff helps.” He chuckles, watching you look at the selection of cart items. 

“Teach me. Show me the basics, please? This is some other shit. We don’t have this in Brooklyn but I promise I’m a fast learner.” You hum, eyes wide at how easily some of the steps to building a kart had become with whatever system they were using. 

“No can do, lady, you gotta try your hand at it on your own. Don't worry, I know you just love my presence so I'll come to check on you in a while. Have fun.” He chuckles, leaving you to fend for yourself in the business of the garage, a series of glares practically burning into your back. 

“And my name’s not lady!” You call out, a smile creeping onto your face.

[3d-wifey]

are you actually autistic?

I don't know how i missed this, but yes. I've been diagnosed with autism for like seven months now, late ass diagnosis. My mental health journey is so fucking wacky.

(WARNING: I'm very open about my experience and what I have)

So, for context, I moved 12 hours away from home for college. I came in as a biology major on the premed track and a theater minor (with absolutely no background in theater, should've been the first sign), made a great friend group where not a single one of them is neurotypical. One of them was diagnosed with autism as a kid an they were convinced that i was also autistic, the thought never occurred to me and i was like "nahhhh". So premed beast my ass and apparently, I was incredibly manic the entire semester basically.

A bad depression hits around october and in november, I made a psychiatry appointment to get a depression screening. I come out that bitch with clinical depression, adhd, generalized anxiety, insomnia, vitamin deficiency, and a mood disorder she believed to be bipolar disorder but didn't feel comfortable saying bc I wasn't manic when i met her???? Any way, she dignosises me, doesn't explain what any of it means, prescribed me wellbutrin for depression and adhd, prenatals for my vitamin deficiencies, and an antipsychotic that i was lead to believe was for my insomnia. Problem is, the wellbutrin handles the depression, but the mania handles it quicker.

Now i'm on stimulants which stimulate the mania, which means when I don't wanna sleep (often) I just didn't take the antipsychotic. If you know anything about mood stabilizers, you know the mood can't be stabilized if you're taking them on and off. When you're bipolar, you'll more than likely love being manic bc you feel great and you can get so much done and it's soooo much better than being depressed so you won't think anything is wrong with you.

A miracle happens and I quite the med track. At this point, I had already dropped the theater minor and picked up creative writing instead and moved from bio to psych as a major. My biggest stressor is now gone and I actually start listening to my friends about taking the anti psychotics regularly. I get put on adderall and then I enter my sophomore year. At the behest of my horrible psychiatrist and therapist who told me she only really know show to handle neurotypical patients (????) and they both tell me I should get an autism assessment. I get one and he basically looks at me and is like "ohhhh yeah, you got that shit."

I randomly get dropped by my therapist, i drop my horrible psychiatrist, and get a therapist that's equipped to handle a patient with autism (thank God). At this point, I'm very weary about claiming anything I don't know for a fact that I have. I get a new Psychiatrist and a second opinion and she's like "yeahhh, you got that shit" (shit being bipolar disorder).

Now it's the end of my sophomore spring semester. That's it.

[familyterminated]

Family Terminated: Chapter 2; Hot Love

“Tired?” Alejandro asks teasingly. 

“I can’t help it… he’s so… so hot…”

“Well, duh,” he says. “He's the hottest alpha in our school.” (NAHHHH)

I blushed even more and looked out the window next to my desk. “Does he even want me…?” I say sadly.

“Of course he does! You’re the hottest omega in the school! You guys deserve each other!” Alejandro said excitedly. 

“You really think so?” Alejandro nodded enthusiastically, “Thanks, Alejandro. I needed that. Anygays, Jake invited me to his house tonight!!” I squealed, jumping up and down with excitement.

"That’s amazing!!” Alejandro exclaimed, jumping up and down with me.

The final bell rang and I practically sprinted out of the school, headed straight for Jake's house. He had sent me the address earlier during the last period, so I already had the directions. It was about a 15 minute walk and when I knocked on his door he opened it; probably getting there sooner than me. 

“Hey Caleb! You ready for our study sesh?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. 

“Yup! I'm stoked!” I reply, smiling brightly.

He gestured for me to come inside, waving his hand and opening the door wider. I step inside and quickly take off my shoes, he closes the door behind me and soon starts heading upstairs. He stopped in front of a door than I assumed to be his room, 

“Don’t judge me, okay?” 

I was confused as to what he meant, and was now incredibly curious. He opened his bedroom door to reveal walls covered in heavy metal band posters. Floor to ceiling concealment of heavy metal. I gasped and quickly analyzed each one. After some awkward silence, I speak up.

“So… you’re a metal fan, I presume?” I say awkwardly. He’s just like my favorite character, EDDIE MUNSON!!!!!!!!!!!! (i cried writing that)

“Now how did you come to that conclusion? I mean, I definitely don’t have metal posters covering all my walls. No siree, absolutely not.” He chuckled lightly and plopped down on the bean bag in the corner. My heart was racing, I was in Jake's house, and not only his house, but his room. I felt as thought the robot in me was going to explode any second.

“GfhggAhdhjzjh)tt6y777” I quickly slapped my hands over my mouth, eyes wide in shock and embarrassment. 

“Uh… what?” Jake asked, confused. 

“N-nothing, j-j-just nervous…” I mumble, a nervous wreck from my sudden outburst of code and abnormally fast beating heart. 

“So, wanna get going?” 

After a while of studying, we both heard a knock on the door.

“It’s probably my mom,” Jake said to me, “Come in!” 

A tall woman walked in with beautiful ginger locks. 

“Hello-“ She stopped in her tracks, staring at me. “W-who is this?” She seemed like she was fighting something. 

“This is my study partner, Caleb!” Jake replied cheerily. 

“Uh huh…” She looked at me with a metallic glare. 

A soft beeping filled the room, and gradually got faster. “What’s that noise?” Jake asked,

“I’m so sorry, Jake. I can’t help it…” The realization hit me. 

“Jake! Your mom’s a terminato-'' BOOM! An incredibly bright light filled my vision, then everything went dark.

I woke up to a ringing in my ears. The silence was deafening. There was destruction everywhere. The ceiling partially caved in and caught fire. The fire. There was fire on everything, it consumed everything in its path.  The smoke was everywhere, and I could hardly breathe. I felt a thick warm liquid ooze down from my temple, I looked around and saw it. My heart practically stopped beating, next to me, Jake was there. He lay there, eyes glassy and staring at everything and yet at nothing at all. Blood dribbled out of his mouth, as well as his temple. I couldn’t believe my eyes, there was blood everywhere. He seemed to be missing his right arm and leg, which were closest to the blast. His blood coated the floorboards and made pools around his body. His clothes were bathed in a deep, scarlet red.

“J-Jake-?!” I crawl over to him and lightly shake him, hoping that this was all just a really bad prank. 

“Jake please! Please wake up!” I shook him harder this time, tears started falling down. He couldn’t die, he was the thing I needed most. 

“C…Caleb?” Jake said weakly. I nearly burst out of my skin, i was so happy he spoke.

“Jake! Jake you’re gonna be okay, I promise!” I say hurriedly, trying to find something to help him.

“No.. no I don’t think…” He trailed off, his head rolling to the side. 

I was completely still. “Jake…?” The light in his eyes was barely there, as though he was clinging onto life. “Jake no… please..” More tears fall. I start to shake uncontrollably, crying harder than ever before. All the emotions I had felt from years before and now, pouring their way through my eyes. 

Then I cried so much that my circuits got wet and I exploded. But hold up there, let me tell you how I got in this wacky situation. The year was 64BC and I was just sent to kill Julias Caesar.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

AAHHH hey bestie :')) is that a suit I see :')?

Oof lol

?

We ain't getting married now it's ina few days right xD

Ahh no, dress (not a suit)

So getting ready?

OOP WAIT NO

Y'ALL AIN'T IT LIKE THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT O.O XDD

AWWWW 2 AM :'DDDD FOR THE BAR-

AWWW AND SHE KNOWS :')))) 😭😭🥺❤️❤️🥰

AAAAAHHHHHHH Y'ALL THEMMMMM :'DDDDD!!!

I love them so much guys 😭😭😭❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

Aww oope :'( :')?

:'o she didn't take it did she :')?

Awww :')?

Good honey, that's so good <33

AWW YEAHH LIKE YOU HELPED DR. MURPHY 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️🥺🥰

Or were there for or whatever

AWWWW yeahh :'))

Yeah Glassman you got this :'D x'D

AWW y'alllll :'))

I hope we see a flash forward next episode where she's doing well <33

Although y'all I'm scared because there's 7 minutes left and there's been no cliffhanger yet xd

Just thought of a heartbreaking idea that it could be for a dramatic finale that it better not be lol

AAAAHHHHH WEDDING TIME

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH 🥰😭😭😭😭❤️🥰🥰🥺🥺🥰

Awwww those are such sweet vows :')))

Lol my brother heard my squeaking o.o (little high pitched scream since I'm trying to be quiet xD) XDD

They're so cute y'all stop 😭

Friendly reminder she loves musical theatre 😌😌

AAAAHHHHHHH :'DDD :'))

Everyone showing up here at 2 am xD but also, doing it for them :'DD

LOL yeah girl xD

Because wait yeah they had to tell them all so they could get there 💀 xD

AWWW honeyyy :')))

Also

Hi Jerome 🥰🥰!!

Sorry (not) saw him anyway :'))

AAAAHHHHHH 🥺🥺🥰😭😭😭❤️🥰

Aww LOL xD :'))

That is kinda y'all's thing though :'))

AWWWW AAHHHHHH JUST NOTICED LIM'S OFFICIATING :'DDDD 🥰🥰😭😭😭😭❤️❤️🥺🥰🥰🥰

AWWW and Shaun and Lea have the rings :')) they're probably the best ones for it <3333

Just gonna watch for a second now

AAAAHAGHHHHHHHHHHGHH

AAWWW

Those g's were because I wasn't looking lol just glanced at the A lol

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH Y'ALL

Anyway backlog there: "now smooch" AWW xDD 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭🥰🥰

AAAAAHHHHHHH Y'ALLL WHOOOOO THEY'RE MARRIED 😭😭😭😭🥺❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

AYYYY O.O OKAY DOM?? OKAY DOM GO OFF :OO :DDD

AYYY JORDAN TOOOO WHOOO YEAH GIRL GO OFF :DDD

AYYY they're eating it up :')))

AWWWW stoppp they look so happy :'DD

AWWW y'alll I love them so much 🥰🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰❤️

Ayyy they're slaying :'D

Being a little bittersweet about Jasher right now but loving the wedding <333 :'( :'))

OOP o.o y'all gonna kiss at their wedding 👀 :O?

AYYYY OOPP O.O Okay y'all go off :D

O O P Jordan has feelings about that o.o 😳👀

Girl I know you him and Perez are always weird almost off and on situationships but let the man chill xD

Put em in a quadruple lol I wanna see it

Aww y'all :'))

Still Tequila Stat :'DD

Aww yeah <33

PHEWW they're taking her :'DD

That's so good :'))) <333

OOP

I

Uh

w h a t

Oh no- he doesn't want that does he :((

OOPE OH NO

No

No y'all :'((

Y'ALL 😭😭

This is why I don't trust this show o.o 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔

Y'all what the frick xdd

I better not have to see it, but also I deserve what closure xdd especially if we see a flash forward to after his death yk xd?

And I'm more talking about his funeral than death but

ALSO WHY ARE YOU TELLING HIM NOW 😭😭😭

Y'alllll :'((( xdd

Oop hey guys o.o xdd

Oop sldjhds is that Jordan xD

Probably not lol probably like their ride- ? Oh yup lol

Was confused by the name for a second xD

OOHP Okay girl o.o go off xD

Hmm?

Ay? AY okay 👀👀?

Awww y'all :')) :'D

I'm happy for you guys :'))

Ope

Ahh nah

Ohhh nah oh no oh heck nah

NAHHHHH

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T FEEL GOOD

GIRL'S GOING OUT LIKE HER FIRST LOVE

Maybe not first BUT MY POINT IS MELENDEZ xdd 😭😭😭💔😳

Nahh nah nah

NAHHHH

HE BETTER BE FEELING A PULSE RIGHT NOW O.O 😳😤😤 IK HE'S JUST CHECKING BUT HIM HAVING TO FEEL FOR ONE 😭-

Y'all what's with you and late night spontaneous weddings xDD (as I was gonna say earlier), interrupted by a tragic event 😐😑

Imagine bro thinks he drugged her xD

OOP okay o.o

Kinda looked like he was just gonna leave for a second xD I know he wouldn't but yk lol

This guy Amir is probably way confused

Also an ambulance would be able to speed but would also have to get here so eh I get it xD

AUAGHHH NOOOO Y'ALLL 😭😭

Ending just like season 6 😭 xd except at least we've got one more episode left

Y'ALLL I'M STRESSING

Of course that's the end xd

At least they're setting me free from more torture lol

Y'all I can't 😐

Why couldn't their headline making finale be because everyone is good and happy and everything after some drama ends up fine 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔😤❤️🥺

It better be xdd

Y'all I love this show so much 😭😭😭😭💔💔🥺❤️🥰

But they're so cruel to me xD

Nah I still love it <333

[connorsui]

my luv …do you have any idea how long I had you on mY RADDAARRRRRRRR!?!?!?!? …I swear to God I was planning on putting in my gold thoughts next to your marbled writing but then …I decided to read chapter 3 …and my god does every scene get better as I continue on …like you got me wanting and begging for more ✨️🩷 and at this point I might as well pay up and give my account number

Cuz why would I need it when this exists!? 💀💀

But nahhhh let me be for real for a second cuz I was thinking alot of things this morning …like with a shot of coffee and a sad sunset outside of my kitchen..this fic had me by the throat and my soul ✨️💅🏻 cuz there's soo many things that I wonder if we ever get an answer to …like why don't we remember anything?? …stuck in a body that's been made well over 100 years ago but our minds are older than the body itself?? …🧍🏻‍♀️

Thoo even yet ..we don't remember who we once were and even if we tried ..it hurts …like it's not only physically painful but it makes me wonder if we would to ever gain those past memories back at any point?? …

NAHHHH IMMA COUNT THAT AS A SIDE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE BECAUSE I ONLY SEE DEPRESSION AND FORCED ANTIDEPRESSANTS WITH THAT ROUTE 💀💀😭😭

Cuz let me tell you when I say that the tension between us and astarion throughout this entire episode?? Had me wanting to cut the air in half …this manz was wanting more out of us than us wondering what the hell he wanted 💀💀 …like you cannot tell me he didn't leave those anatomy books right there next to us just to all of a sudden knooowwwwww how the body is supposed to be intimate!? 🤡

THIS MAN WAS WANTING AND BEGGING AND EVEN YET WITH GETTING A FEW DROPLETS OF BLOOD!?!? ….I swear to God I won't be surprised when chapter 4 has us getting laid 💀💀

Aeterna Amantes

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 3 - 1.7K WC

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3 (you are here!)

Masterlist

Warnings: mention of sex, blood drinking, Astarion being smitten but in denial, Karlach being lovely

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Astarion watched you sleep for ages, your chest rose and fell with the soft golden glow of your heart rising and falling with it. You were an anomaly to him. Quite the opposite - innocent, sweet. He felt so conflicted thinking of you. He wanted you in the purest way; to nurture you and care for you. But his primal brian told him to manipulate you, use you as an advantage for himself. Every time he looked at you he couldn’t decide. You had been nothing but kind to him, it was all you knew. 

“You think a lot.” you whispered up to him.

He hadn’t noticed you wake, “Oh? What makes you say that?” he smirked down at you. Your head still rested on his chest, making his undead heart swell. 

“Your face is scrunched up.” you said, poking his forehead.

Astarion chuckled, sitting up slightly. You followed his actions. He pointed to the corner, “There are plenty of books for you to read through today, Gale even threw some in there for you.”

You ogled the stack of books, there were easily ten there. “Where will you go?” you asked as you picked the first book up, letting your fingers trail over the dusty cover. 

“Moonrise Towers, if we’re fortunate.” he said as he started to put his armor on. 

You gazed at him, never having seen another person’s body before. It was different from yours.

“Like what you see?” he teased.

You tilted your head at his remark. You did like what you saw, you just didn’t quite understand why. 

He saw the curiosity swimming in your eyes, squinting his own before the realization hit him. “Have you never seen another body before?” he asked.

You shook your head, your cheeks heating up slightly. Your general lack of knowledge around everything embarrassed you, especially things everyone else seemed to know so blatantly. You walked closer to him, gazing over the vast expanse of his strong pale chest. You raised your hand, going to touch him before stopping yourself. You remembered how he reacted the first time you touched him without asking, “May I?” you asked in a hushed whisper. 

His eyes watched you cautiously but he gave you a small nod. You felt over his chest, tracing his sharp collarbones, feeling his ribs and the muscles that lay overtop of them. You felt him shiver when your fingers hit the ridges of his scars that barely wrapped around the side of his waist. You felt his stomach and noticed the silent breath he took in when your fingers trailed over tuft of white hair leading from his belly button into his pants. 

You looked at him, “Bad?” you asked, your hand still lingering on the hem of his pants. 

“No…” he whispered, his eyes hazy while watching your every move. He never wanted you to stop touching him, even if these were just innocent little touches. All that mattered was that they came from you.

“Are you different from me?” you asked, looking between his body and yours.

“In some ways.” he mumbled, trying to relish in your gentle ambiance. 

He watched as you put his hand to your chest and yours to his. “Same. We are the same here.” you said. He felt the warmth radiating from your glowing heart.

“Astarion, come one we gotta - oh… sorry…” said Karlach as she barged into his tent breaking the tension between the two of you. Astarion pulled away quickly, slipping on the rest of his armor while you stood still, unsure if you had done something to be embarrassed of. 

Astarion followed Karlach’s lead out of his tent, “Stay safe in here and read. I’ll be back later, you can tell me everything new you’ve learned.” he smiled at you quickly before disappearing into the Underdark. 

You sighed before picking up one of the many books and started reading. 

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“Soooooo…..” Karlach said with a teasing tone as she and Astarion walked behind the others.

“So what?” he grumbled, not even sparing her a glance.

“Come on, you know what.” she said, sounding giddy.

“Haven’t the faintest.” he said monotonically. 

“Oh I think you do… fangs likes the drow.” she chidded. 

He rolled his eyes at her, not bothering with a retort. 

“And you don’t even deny it!” she cackled.

“Please, I’m a glorified babysitter. That’s all.” he waved her off dismissively.

“Really? That’s not what it looked like this morning.” she grinned at him. 

“Neither of us have heartbeats, that's all they discovered this morning,” he said.

“I bet. And I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if Gale or Wyll were to take an interest in them?” she asked.

A faint trace of jealousy crossed over his face as he shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. 

Karlach chuckled at the very obvious fondness Astarion had for you. He was stubborn and knew he wouldn’t admit it but she saw it as early as the basement. You were drawn to each other. Fate was funny like that, always unexpected but always falling in line. 

Astarion walked ahead, aching to get away from Karlach’s prying questions and accusations. Primarily because they were true and he hated having anyone other than himself be right. Especially about this. 

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You fell asleep after the fifth book. It gave you much to think on, primarily because it was an anatomy book. Humans and elves are different but not very much. So now you knew what rested beneath Astarion’s pants. You also knew how reproduction worked. The whole explanation of the process seemed rather odd to you. Very… clinical. You couldn’t help but feel like the process of creating life was supposed to be more… emotional. It all overwhelmed you after reading the previous books on The Hells, Baldur’s Gate history, The Many Gods, and The Practice of Arcane Magic. The more you read the more your brain felt like it was devouring intellect and by the gods was it an insatiable beast. 

Astarion entered the tent to find you asleep, surrounded by different books. He laughed at the sight. You reminded him a lot of himself. He changed, cleaning himself only slightly as today had thankfully not been a very battle heavy one. He brought a plate of dinner to the tent for you, some sort of beef stew from what he could tell. 

You rose at the noise of him returning, “Hello.” you smiled at him.

“Hello beastie. Learn lots today?” he asked motioning to the scattered books before handing you the stew. He settled next to you, imbibing in his typical bottle of wine. 

You happily took the bowl from him, forgetting to eat throughout the day. Something you’ll have to make a mental note of - eat, regularly. “Yes! All of it was interesting… some of it was perplexing. I don’t quite understand the feelings one book described.” 

“What feelings?” he asked.

“What does sex feel like?” you asked, trying to understand the book that wouldn’t seem to leave your mind.

Astarion choked on his wine, he coughed a few times trying to regulate himself, “Where did you read about sex?” he asked.

You handed him the book. Of course it was one of Gale’s, he thought with a roll of his eyes. 

“Didn’t the book explain what it felt like?” he asked, trying to avoid the topic.

“It did but…” you sighed before you continued, “I don’t think it was right. I feel like the combining of two people in body would feel… emotional. Not just physical.” 

Astarion’s eyes widened at your explanation, perceptive little thing you were. “It… can be.” he confessed.

“What does it feel like then?” you asked while you continued to eat. 

“With the right person it can be… euphoric.” he said, trying to find the right word. He wasn’t exactly the one to answer questions on how good, healthy sex was supposed to feel. All the sex he could remember was harsh, loathsome. 

You smiled softly, “That sounds lovely.” you said, understanding the science of it all but also the beauty of the emotional aspect. “How do you know if they’re the right person?”

“You just do.” he said as he laid down.

You hummed at his answer. “When do you eat?” you asked.

“Truth be told, I haven’t eaten in a few days. The Underdark is lacking in options.” he sighed. Even the thought of blood was enough to send him reeling. 

“Do you want to eat? I don’t mind.” you smiled at him as you finished the last of your stew before leaning your neck towards him. 

He sat up, “Are you sure?” he said cautiously. 

You nodded eagerly at him, wanting to help. You laid back on the bedroll, beckoning him closer. Astarion kneeled next to you before leaning down. You could feel his cold breaths on your neck, giving you a slight shiver. 

“This might hurt…” he said before kissing your neck and sinking his fangs in. You winced a bit but it wasn’t awful. He had never tasted something so rich. Decadent and sweet. Your crimson poured into his mouth, it rolled over his tongue in waves and he cherished each little molecule of it. His hand held your waist while the other cradled your head. He straddled you to get a better angle at your neck. Your whole body felt warm, particularly between your legs. When Astarion ripped himself away from you he lapped up the rest of the blood that dropped from the puncture holes he left behind. The feeling of his tongue on you was strange but you craved it the longer it went on. He kissed over your neck a few times as an apology for the pain he caused you. It wasn’t pain you felt however, it was something else. Something carnal. You let out an involuntary but needy whine as he kissed over your neck. You both pulled away looking at each other. 

“Sleep?” you asked quietly. You felt embarrassed. Was that the feeling he was describing earlier? Did you want him in the way the book described?

“Yes, of course.” Astarion said with a breathy laugh. He settled next to you, holding you close like the night before. 

Little did you know, as you drifted off to sleep, the fantasies he was playing in his mind of the two of you were positively sinful.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! This has taken me literally all night to write but I am so sleep deprived I'm not shocked. I got called in for another overnight despite having worked 3 in a row with very little sleep - I hate being on call. But I do like this! Your guys' comments/reblogs/likes keep me super motivated so I hope I hear from you all soon! XOXOXOXOXOXO

[alltoolewis]

You pick Ben up from his night out with the boys at the club and he is a little tipsy and you pick up some Mc Donalds on the way home and he keeps thanking you for being the best girlfriend ever and promising you he will marry you one day xx

My Everything- Ben Chilwell ✨

Thank you so much for requesting more of this cutie!!! I've missed writing for him so much & feel like he's currently been forgotten about... so I'm here to keep the love alive 😝 (Anybody else seen the video of him singing Katy Perry at a pool party recently... I had very mixed emotions 🤨Still got to love him tho!)

Not proofread (sorry it's short)

Requests are open!

"Here she is!" Ben slurred, climbing into the passenger seat as he leans over to plant a drunken kiss on your cheek "How's my princess doing?" Although you knew his words were intoxicated your cheeks couldn't help but blush at his cute nicknames... even drunk Ben knew how to get you worked up!

"Clearly not as good as you" You giggled, giving his pouted lips one last peck before you switched on the engine of his car "Did you have fun?... the boys didn't leave you again did they?" It was normal for him to be left on his own on nights out, due to him being the only single one of his friends but obviously they would make sure he was safe before they disappeared to be with whoever they want.

"Nahhhh, Harvey stayed with me most of the night..." He sighed putting his hand on your thigh tight "But then he said he found a chicken to go home with, so he left me outside for you!" Trying to hold in your laugh, you smiled "He took a chicken home? Do you mean a chick...?"

"Yeah but chicks are baby chickens..." He looked at you confused like he didn't even believe his own words "But now I'm saying it out loud that's a little weird isn't it?"

"Just a little honey..." You giggled. Just as you were about to turn into the main road a bright yellow sign caught his eyes, causing him to yell out it excitement "I'M LOVIN IT!"

"What the hell Benji?!" You gasped, hands clutching the wheel tighter in shock "You scared the hell out of me!" You couldn't stay mad for long as he looked at you with a puppy dog eyes and pouted lips. "Can we please go Maccies baby?"

"It's 1am Ben..."

"But I'm hungry & I haven't ate since training & there wasn't any food at the club & I really want some nuggets & I-"

"Okay.. okay.. okay.." You sighed, turning the roundabout to join the drive-thru "But promise me that as soon as we get in, you'll get straight to bed... I don't think I can manage another Benji mad hour!" You almost winced at the sound of your tone, sounding more like his mum every day! But you've had enough drunken Ben nights to know how he gets when the night goes on... there's no such thing as sleep as he clumsily walks around the house, knocking everything over as he tries to be as close to you as possible! "I love you... I love you... I love you..." Ben gushes, kissing your cheek repeatedly as you tried to speak to the woman over the monitor "Please Benji.. one second bubs!"

As soon as the food was passed through the window, that was it... it was gone! The car instantly filled with the familiar smell of greasy burgers and salty fries as he scoffs down his meal "Have I told you how much I love you recently?" He mumbled, mouth full of food. "You've mentioned it once or twice.." You blushed, holding his hand tighter as he places a fry in your mouth.

"Well I will tell you again. I love you very very very very much... like more than anything in the world."

"Even football?" You smirked. If there was one thing you learnt from dating a footballer, is that its not only a job but also a passion! "I love you well more than football!" Ben gushed "You are everything I need, the greatest girlfriend in the world... I could never play a game a football again & I'll still be happy because I have you by my side... My everything!"

Although you knew he was drunk, you also knew that he meant every word, hence why tears immediately flooded your eyes. Just as you thought he'd gone silent after his little love rant, you only just pulled into your driveway when he spoke again "I'm going to marry you one day y'know!" He said so casually, a blush once again creeping on your cheeks as you tried your best to hide "Ben stop it!"

"Why?" He looked at you confused, trying to undo your fingers "I am! & your going to look beautiful in a white gown & I'm probably going to cry & your going to look like a princess... my princess... but you already are my princess so you'll be my queen!"

Turning to look at him, you peck his lips, wiping away a little a bit of pickle that was left on his chin "You are going to be the death of me, my crazy boy!"

"I think you mean your crazy king!"

[asfeline]

Not Youɾ Midnight Love (pɑɾt 5)

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You could feel Geto’s gaze on your back and all you could do was to lower yours to meet neither his nor your roommate one.

- I just wanted to be a gentleman and accompany her to her place, Geto started putting his hand on your shoulder.

Even if you tried with all your might to resist, a shiver ran down your back and it was not invisible to Gojo.

- Don’t have this look man, he continued. I’m the most surprised to see you here and call this place yours. Since when did you move and without telling me on top of that?

He let go of your now rigid shoulder and entered the living room. You took advantage of this moment to slip away in the direction of your room. Gojo grabbed your arm, and you exchanged a long look. His was full of questions until he realized what you were wearing and who it belonged to. He looked down with concern to see that the top and shorts you had on were definitely not from your closet and looked up again to meet your eyes. This time his gaze was darker and showed no concern. Something else, yes... Something so dark that you wondered if you had all this time imagined his blue eyes.

- Let go… please… your murmured

He obeyed and went in the direction of his best friend, as if nothing happened. You glanced in your room before entering in. He was with someone less than two hours ago; it doesn't hurt to check if there is anything suspicious. Clutter, clothes, or a person.

Everything was clean, though. Nothing out of ordinary and everything at its place. Maybe he wasn’t that shameless and wouldn’t do it in your bed after all. The couch. Ew.

You started to put on clothes, this time yours, and carefully folded Geto's.

- How come you are the one to be with her? Gojo asked his friend

- She was at the Café and one thing lend to another and I find myself at your place. I have so many questions bro. Why are you crashing here when you could be anywhere, like at my place?

- It’s too far from Uni and you know that, Geto answered taking two beers from the fridge. Look how many times you are late, I can’t do that to my fans.

- Your what? He laughed refusing the beer with a quick gest.

Gojo insisted placing it on his forearm.

- Nah, thank you though. I know how it goes, if I start with one, I won’t be able to stop and I’ll end up as a deadass on your or her couch.

- It’s ours!

- Look at you, talking like a married couple.

- Nahhhh… far from it. She’s just sweet enough to let me crash here and letting me some time to adjust.

- How did you know her except for the fact that she's your neighbor? I mean, you could have ended up at the old folks' home on the 7th floor.

- Yeah I hesitated but we had a funny introduction and I thought she could do it.

- Do it? What’s so special about her?

What’s so special about you? Gojo crashed onto the couch and let a big sigh escape. He closed his eyes for a second. He didn’t know what he meant by that. When he was imagining his future, he was always the one ending up with a blurry face girl at his side. But since you came into his life, not long ago, he could picture something else, something great. Not specially a lover thing since he didn’t know what love feels like but yeah… if you were around in his future, as much you are now, he could be excited of what to comes.

- Yeah, forget it, she was here at the right time, and she’s pretty nice so you know.

He slurped his beer faster, as if it could drown the words, the lie, he just spurted. That day he waited for you to come. He waited that you would turn around the corner of your hallway to ask about this roommate adventure. He was right. You were special. Special enough.

- Do you think that your cohabitation does not bother her too much? Geto asked.

- I still have the keys, right? Gojo answered picking them out of his back pocket.

He kept them in the air for a few seconds, letting them hang and spin around. He should buy a key chain to decorate them, maybe one for you too. He tossed them before catching them in a firm grip and kissed the slightly protruding key tip.

- Why was she wearing your clothes Geto? He suddenly asked out of the blue.

Geto turned to his friend and leaned on the bar that separated your kitchen from your living room.

- This is actually a funny story… he started but you opened the door of your room at the same time, making Geto and Gojo stand up straight.

- Wow… so formal for me… you said on a sarcastic tone.

You approached Geto and gave him his now folded clothes.

- Thank you for everything… and for… you glanced a Gojo before stopping.

He suddenly felt out of place and went in the kitchen to throw the empty beer bottle. He was at his place right so why did he felt that way? Geto smiled gently and went to the door, you on his steps, as if you didn’t want to be lost in the night. He turned to you before you could continue your sentence.

- Yes, thank you for everything and for not judging me about all this and my presence at the café earlier.

- Well, if we remember correctly, I did judge. For a second though.

- You did indeed, you laughed.

He took his short and put them in his sport bag and kept the shirt in his hands before giving back to you. You shook your head trying to understand.

- Do you think I sweated that much that you want me to clean it?

He chuckled.

- No seriously won’t you need it tomorrow if you have a match?

- I can find a T-Shirt for that. But maybe I just want another reason to come back. Here.

Oops. What was that? Your heart did something you didn’t want to hear nor feel.

- Well, you have Gojo, so you could always come to meet him.

- And you?

- Me?

He nodded.

- What for?

- Because I need to get back my T-Shirt, he said ending the conversation by opening the door and letting a small “bye-bye” go in the wind.

You hold the T-Shirt tightly.

You took the few minutes in your shower to think about the day you just had. Was it that bad that you could only think about him and about the reason he wanted to meet you again?

You closed the curtains of your room and let the steam from the bathroom escape into the room. Without really knowing why, you took Geto’s shirt and put it on your skin fresh from the shower. It was slightly larger than you, barely covering the beginning of your thighs. You tugged slightly and looked at yourself in your mirror until you really realized what you were doing. Ew, what was that behavior that possessed you? You didn't have time to answer when heavy "Bam" sounds were heard on your bedroom door.

- Bathroom free?? Gojo shouted from the other side.

You hurriedly opened the door to erase the thoughts that were running around in your head.

- Yes, yes, sorry.

Your hair was still dripping on your shoulders and you tried to push past him into the living room. The music playing in the background was one you kept hearing lately on the radio.

"Save your tears for another day”

Several empty bottles of beer were sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

- YO! You shouted out, realizing that this was clearly too much for one person to handle in one evening. You could have waited for me, I wouldn't have said no... you mumbled.

No one answered you. Were you talking to yourself, and he was already in the bathroom?

♫ I don't know why I run away I'll make you cry when I run away♫

You opened the fridge, only to see that there were no bottles left. Selfish buffoon you laughed. You slammed the fridge door, making it shake, before turning around to find yourself face to face with the last full bottle in the apartment held in a hand as white as snow.

-Wow! you scared me! you cried out, seeing Gojo inches away from you. Do you want to give it to me after all? you asked, reaching for the bottle.

He pushed it away from you to prevent you from reaching it.

- What are you playing at? you asked impatiently, still holding out your hand.

-What are you playing at?" he asked in a slightly aggressive tone.

You could feel the tension building between you and him, and your mother has always told you that when things start to escalate it's best to leave to avoid making things worse. At least, that's what she used to tell you about her and your father, but here you were up against a wall. Your kitchen was narrow, so Gojo's back was a door you couldn't get past.

-Gojo?

The silence was still as heavy as ever. He placed his bottle on the bar, causing it to wobble before spilling onto the counter, leaving the foam to collect on the edge.

-Gojo! you cried out. I've got a deposit for this kind of thing!

He grabbed your arm and looked at you.

-Why are you wearing his top when you just met him?

-That? you said avoiding him and keeping your gaze on the bottle that was letting its bubbles escape leaving crackling noises in the kitchen.

- Remove it, he ordered you.

- Yes, I'll do it, don't worry, I don't know what's gotten into my head...

- Now

-Yes, so let me pass.

- No here.

This time you couldn't help but look him straight in the eye. Was he serious?

- Don't mess with me.

- Now, he continued, pulling your arm a little closer to him.

You tried to resist but his grip was firm.

As the inches shrank between you, his free hand wandered over to his best friend's shirt with the number 1 on the back. He certainly wouldn't be number 1 for you, would he?

♫"You could've asked me why I broke your heart

You could've told me that you fell apart"♫

-Gojo?

Your voice echoed in his head. Like the question Geto had asked him earlier. What was so special about you? and without realizing it his hand slipped under the shirt and he could feel all your muscles stiffen. He felt the fingernails of your hand, still trapped in his grip, digging into your palm. Your breath quickened and he was mesmerized by the rhythm of your chest rising and falling. His hand continued its path and your legs lost their support. He caught you by the small of your back and let you slide down to the icy kitchen floor. Your now half-bare body shivered at the difference between your skin that couldn't help but warm up and the cold floor. Maybe as cold as the gesture he had on you. Like a robot. His caresses did not transmit tenderness. The number 1 ended up on the floor and you couldn't help but cover your private parts.

♫"Take me back 'cause I wanna stay

Save your tears for another

Save your tears for another day

Save your tears for another day"♫

Your look transmitted your concern, yet you couldn't say the word stop. Gojo placed his lips on your belly button and began to apply small hickeys. Your voice echoed against the tile floor and your heartbeat was now so loud that the whole neighborhood could hear it. He stroked your leg and his hair tickled the middle of your belly. You tried to curl up but he wouldn't let you.

♫"So, I made you think that I would always stay

I said some things that I should never say

Yeah, I broke your heart like someone did to mine

And now you won't love me for a second time"♫

Not like that. His gestures were not gentle. They were imitating each other. He didn't want you, he was just seeing another one. You didn't want to be a midnght love. Not like that. His lips, wet with the beer he had just drunk, caressed the hollow between your breasts and you hiccupped with surprise. Not like that. Little beads of tears gathered on the corner of your eye before rolling down in rhythm with the music in the background.

♫"Girl, take me back 'cause I wanna stay

Save your tears for another"♫

His hand went to the side of your cheek and turned your face towards him. His eyes locked on yours and his pupils widened when he saw your face.

- Not like that, Gojo, not like that, please... you let your trembling voice say.

♫"I realize that I'm much too late

And you deserve someone better

Save your tears for another day

Save your tears for another day"♫

Gojo stood up in a second, slowly realizing what he had done. He took off his shirt and slipped it around your head before pulling it down your body.

- I'm sorry.

He hid the parts you were trying to protect.

-I'm sorry, he continued.

He took the number 1 from the floor and carried it under his arm, put on his shoes, and left the apartment.

You found yourself alone, still on the floor in the apartment that had long been plunged into the darkness of the night.

♫"Save your tears for another day

Save your tears for another day

Save your tears for another day"♫

Gojo walked quickly down the street to escape from the scene he had just committed. He wanted to call himself names. He felt his pockets of his jogging suit and did not feel the keys of the apartment. He turned his head abruptly towards the apartment, hair in the wind hitting his face. Did he still have the right to keep them?

Thank you for reading!

Part 6 here

[helloitsghost]

Different type of energy

Hi :D this is my fic for @fanfic-chan in @ticklygiggles squealing Santa :P this is the first time I’ve ever wrote a fic and I wanted to give it a shot and I had a lot of fun writing it (also thanks to @giggly-squiggily for helping me cause trust me this wouldve been absolute doo doo without her help trust me😟) anyways enjoy hopefully you like it :DDD

Summary: idrk how to best describe but hinata is nervous about karasunos upcoming game against shiratowiza and to distract himself he’s more hyper than normal but suga notices and gets asahi and Daichi to help hinata calm down :D

It was late after practice the boys just finished and we’re extremely tired from the drills coach put them through after all they did have a game with shiratowiza coming soon. However a certain person just didn’t want to rest and was still jumping around asking for more to do and more time to practice, who may this be you may ask? Well no other than Hinata mf Shoyo, and as usual Hinata wanted to stay even longer to practice. Now most of the boys have already left home except for Hinata and the three 3rd years who were just cleaning up the gym ready to go home themselves. “Suga-San please just 5 more minutessss” Hinata begged. “I’d love to but im really tired aren’t you?” The tired gray haired boy who honestly lives up to his appearance with that gray hair being all stressed anyways I'm off topic asked. “NOPE I have so much energy left I can spike 2000 balls right now!” Hinata exclaimed. Suga looked at him in shock “how the hell this kid got so much energy?” He thought. Though as suga watched hinata running about practice he noticed something in him, almost something more tense and worried. Worried about his friend, Suga went up to Asahi and Daichi to get their thoughts. “You have a point as energetic as he is he did seem more what’s the word…anxious today” Daichi said. “You think it’s cause of the game coming soon?” “Well of course it'd have to be asahi there’s no other explanation” Suga stated. “How do we get him to calm down though I understand being nervous but this is a whole new level” Daichi asked while watching Hinata literally bouncing off the walls. “Hmm…OH I GOT IT!” Suga exclaimed. “Ok so here’s what we do” Suga said as he explain his plan to the others. The others agreed and devised their plan. “Hey Hinata can you come here for a second?” “Yeah what’s up suga-San?” Hinata perked. “Just wanted to see how your doing are you nervous for the game coming it’s ok to talk to us we’re your friends for a reason” Suga said calmly. “What? Me? Nervous? Nahhhh totally not I’m perfectly fine see?” Hinata said not wanting to worry his friends. “…yeah no that’s a lie. Asahi grab him.” “Wait wha- AY HUH WHATS GOING ON WHY AM I UP IN THE AIR?!” Hinata exclaimed. “Oh sorry hinata.” Asahi said worried as he lowered him down a lil. “Your really bad at lying you know that?” Suga quipped. “Ayy that’s me-EAHEAHAEHAEN” Hinata laughed as suga started to tweak at his ribs. “Just relax idk what you're being so loud about hinata” Suga teased as he moved down to his sides” “HEHEHEHHEHEEHHEY SUHUHAHUHAHGAHAHA I CAHAAHAHAHANT” “oh sure you can- AY DAICHI STOP STANDING THERE LIKE A STATUE AND COME HELP WILL YOU?” Suga yelled at Daichi on the other side of the gym. “Ok ok fine I’m coming I’m coming” Daichi said hustling over, “ok what do you want me to do?” “Get his legs, ribs, stomach, hell his freaking hair just SOMETHING man you're not gonna get any older just standing there” Suga quipped. “AY YOUR OLDER THAN I AM!” “With that attitude I’d say the opposite” Asahi chimed in. “Why y'all so mean to me? I did nothing but fine here” Daichi said as he scribbled his fingers on Hinata's knees. “AHAHAHA GUYS PLEAHEHEHEASE” Hinata screamed. “Not until you’ve calmed down” Suga said as he digged into his stomach”. “AHAHAHA OK OK AHAH OK IM CALAHAHALM IM CAHAHAHALM” Hinata finally screeched. The 2 immediately stopped letting Hinata take a breather as Asahi set him down gently to catch his breath. “Thahaht was cruheheul” Hinata said out of breath, “maybe but how you feeling now after all that?” Suga asked. “A lot better actually, thank you I needed that. “Anytime hinata we’re your friends you can always count on us” Suga said cheerfully as Daichi and Asahi agreed. He was right, Hinata always saw the third years as people he must respect but it wasn’t until now he remembered. That they are also his friends and will always be there when he needs them. ~tada end :P

Also originally I wanted to add a lil art of the fic (since honestly I’m much more better at art than writing) but sadly I didn’t get time to do it soooo…….. Enjoy some chibi festive shoyos I did :DDDDDDDDDDD

[lizzy-williams]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

🎄Warnings: Smut, threesome, alcohol, drug use, language, mature themes, a tiny bit of dubcon but not much, mega age gap.

🎄Masterlist

🎄Summary: After one of Colson Baker’s infamous adult Christmas parties, you decide to stay a little longer than everyone else and end up getting snowed in. One drink after another, things get interesting with one of LA’s hottest couples. 

🎄Theme: Jawbreaker, Machine Gun Kelly

🎄A/N: Sorry I had to sin during the season of your birthday, Jesus. (No I’m not.)

“And that’s how we met.”

Megan had finished her story, the people that remained at the party all gathered around, sharing spiked eggnog in cozy sweaters and blankets, swapping stories. 

Colson held her close, and secretly, [ y / n ]’s heart would clench every time she would see them together. Because the fact of the matter was, was that she had fallen. For both of them.

But she knew that nothing would ever come of it. Because all you were to them was Rook’s 18 year old, alcohol-drinking, weed smoking cousin. A face that they would see everywhere, but never cared to meet or start a conversation with. Her infatuation with the two of them only grew, and she had always felt guilty for it. 

Rightfully so, because she was crushing on two people that were taken by each other. If that wasn’t guilt inducing, nothing else was. 

But nonetheless, she sat and listened, hanging on to every word they spoke, and she swore she could feel her heart skip a beat whenever one of them, or both of them, would look at her as they spoke. 

After a few more stories, the guest numbers started to dwindle. Soon there were only 8 people left, the rest of the party-goers not wanting to stick around and help clean up. 

Slim, Kells, Megan, Rook, Dub, Mod, Travis, and [ y / n ] were the only ones who were left, and it seemed as if Travis and [ y / n ] were the only ones sober enough to even start cleaning up. 

Everyone was in the living room, listening to music and doing their own thing, Kells, Rook, Slim, and Mod starting a game of pool while Megan hung on Kells like an ornament does a Christmas tree, cheering him on and helping him out, Mr. Baker drunk as all hell. 

When [ y / n ] and Travis were done cleaning up, Mod had already left, Rook and Slim already stumbling to their rooms, most likely passed the fuck out by now. [ y / n ] had to say, her cousin knew how to hold his liquor. How could he not with Colson as a friend?

Travis soon spoke up, “I think I’m gonna head out, there’s supposed to be a pretty bad snow storm. Dunno if you wanna get caught in that, [ y / n ].”

She gave a chaste nod in response, giving him a hug and wishing him farewell, before slipping into the kitchen. From the counter she stood at, she could hear the couple saying their goodbye to Travis, soon hearing the front door open and close, a chilly breeze sweeping through the house. 

[ y / n ] had already poured herself a drink, and usually she was a cocktail kinda girl. But after having to spend the whole night watching Colson and Megan literally being on top of each other, she needed something stronger. 

“Scotch on the rocks, huh?” 

[ y / n ]’s eyes flickered up, only to be met with Megan’s eyes as she leaned on the counter, looking at [ y / n ]’s drink as the young girl put the bottle of alcohol back into a cupboard. 

She flashed a friendly smile as she made her way back, “Yeah, just thought it would be nice to change it up a little bit.”

“I have to say that your cocktails are pretty good though,” Megan slumped in her position, looking at her with puppy-dog eyes, (obviously drunk), and [ y / n ] already knew what it meant. 

A Sex on the Beach was her favorite, and she knew by the compliment, she wanted the young woman to make one for her, and [ y / n ] let out a sigh, and Megan gave a pouty face in response. But [ y / n ] could never say no to her. 

Soon enough, she found herself with the needed ingredients in front of her, an orange-hued cocktail glass to add a little... pazazz if you will. 

Megan looked on in intoxicated wonder, watching as the other woman poured the cocktail, without even measuring anything. And after [ y / n ] garnished it with a cherry. 

Megan let out a sigh as she felt Colson slip up behind her, his arms around her waist, causing [ y / n ] to look up, looking right back down at the counter when she noticed the display of affection that just made her nauseous. It’s not that she found it gross. But more-so wishing that she was in both positions. 

“Ah, thanks for the drink,” Colson smirked, taking advantage of the whisky that sat there on the counter. 

[ y / n ] wanted to make a sound of protest, but when she caught sight of his fingers wrapped around the glass, the noise stopped half-way up her throat. 

God, his fingers are so sexy, fuck, I wonder with they could reach my cervix when he does it up to the knuckles- Wait, stop, [ y / n ], you’re being weird, stop. 

.”You know, you somehow even make a whiskey on the rocks somehow taste better. Dunno how you do it, you can’t even drink yet,” Colson praised, [ y / n ] wincing at the fact that he mentioned her age. 

It was true, she was the baby of the group. At only age 18, the boys were very protective of her, and it always made her self conscious, alway being treated like a baby. She liked to think of herself as a girl who’s mind was beyond her years, hating that she was born at the wrong time. 

She mumbled out a quick ‘thanks’ before sliding Ms. Fox her drink, a smile spreading across her face as she got giddy, squealing as she took a sip, a face of almost pleasure crossing her expression. 

“Holy shit, [ y / n ]. You’re the fucking best, fuck,” she admired, taking a long sip this time, Colson making childish grabby hands at the drink, the woman making a big show of presenting it to him, which of course included him rubbing her ass right against hit groin, making him let out a low groan, his head dropping in her neck. 

“You know, [ y / n ], we would love it if you stayed the night. Besides, there’s a really bad storm, we wouldn’t want you out on the road,” looking at Colson, nudging him as queue to agree. 

All she got was a nod. 

“Thanks, I think I’ll just crash on the couch or something,” [ y / n ]’s voice was barely audible, the pda in front of her making her slightly uncomfortable. 

“Nahhhh, you d-don’t need to, [ y / n / n ],” Colson was now slurring, “You can just sleep in our bed,”

[ y / n ] let out a small laugh, amused by his drunk offer. But after a few serious looks being thrown in her direction, she realized they were serious.

“Oh, y-you mean it, I couldn’t possibly-”

“Come oooon,” Megan wiggled out of Cols’ grasp, walking to the other side of the counter, grabbing [ y / n ]’s hands and guiding her away, dragging her up the stairs, Colson slowly finding his way behind them. 

When they finally made it to the master bedroom, Megan looked at [ y / n ] with a smirk, “Come on, you can’t sleep in that, you can borrow some of my things, just for tonight.”

“Are you sure, that’s not necessary, I-”

Megan shushed her, “Shh, it’s fine, it’s the least I can to. Besides, it’s Christmas Eve, ‘tis the season of giving,”

She suddenly pulled her in the bathroom, the closet connected in the back, but not before Colson suggested he slipped in the bathroom with them. [ y / n ] both scoffed and rolled their eyes, closing the door behind them. 

“Strip,” Megan said. 

[ y / n ] blinked, “h-huh?” 

“For the clothes, silly, you aren’t gonna put it over your clothes,”

Megan patted to the closet, rustling around, soon coming out with a shirt and some shorts.

“Here, go ahead ‘n get dressed,”

“What, like right here?” [ y / n ] asked, anxiety obviously shooting up. 

Megan let her hands rub over [ y / n ]’s shoulders, “Don’t sweat it, we’re both girls, we all have the same parts,”

[ y / n ] nodded shyly, taking off her dress-up shirt, then slipping off her pants, left in nothing but a bra and panties on. Megan then spoke up from behind her, making eye contact with [ y / n ] in the mirror, “You have a really beautiful body,”

[ y / n ] dismissed it as a drunk comment, and was about to slip the donated shirt on, but Megan stopped her before a second arm slipped into it. 

“Aren’t you going to take off your bra? Heard it can cause bad stuff for your chest. Besides, that bra is too pretty to ruin.”

She nodded slowly, now avoiding Megan’s prying eyes, getting behind her and unclasping her bra for her. Megan watched it was it dropped, starring at her breasts. 

The young woman cleared her throat, trying to get her tempting thoughts out of her head, slipping the rest of the clothes on, and was about to walk out of the door, before Megan once again stopped her.

“Hey,” she started, “You’re beautiful,” Megan then leaned over, leaving a soft kiss on [ y / n ]’s forehead, and if she wasn't red before, she was definitely red now. 

It was all so random. Coming out of nowhere.

Opening the door, [ y / n ] tried her hardest to forget what just happened, but it was all she could think about.

Colson already seemed like he was on the brink of sleep, the light from the TV being the only thing illuminating the room. But when his attention focused on the two women walking towards him, getting ready to slip into bed with him, he was wide awake. 

[ y / n ] paused for a second, stopping in her tracks, she wasn’t really sure what she was supposed to do next, let alone what she was about to do. What the fuck even was this? A drunken idea that will be discarded in the morning, the two of them dismissing it because they were too drunk to remember?

Or did this mean something? Was this a sign? What if they both-

“Come on, [ y / n ], I don’t bite, Colson smiled, patting the spot right next to him, Megan nodding in confirmation.

“Y-Yeah, sure, okay,” her words came out faster than anticipated, making her sound like she was babbling like a toddler. 

Before she could embarrass herself anymore than she already did, she did as she was told, [ y / n ] slipping into the covers as she made room for Megan on the king-sized bed. 

But when Colson pulled her in, her head now on his chest, she could feel her heart beating a million miles a minute. And at first, she thought that Megan would disapprove. This was her boyfriend we were talking about. 

But when she hopped into bed, she objected for a different reason than expected. 

“Hey, don’t hog her, I want some cuddles too,” she whined, latching onto [ y / n ] by wrapping her arms around her waist and nuzzling her face in the back of the girl’s neck.

But Megan could sense [ y / n ]’s heartbeat, and she almost smirked to herself because she was part of the reason. 

“Come on, [ y / n ], it’s just us,” she soothed, hoping it would help with nerves. 

Colson himself gave a small squeeze of reassurance, then reaching over to his bedside table and pulling out a joint, lighting it. 

“You want first hit?” he passed it to [ y / n ] and she nodded. If anything were to calm her down, it would be this. At least relieve some tension. 

Soon enough, the joint was burned up to the filter, the room smelling like weed as the three of them relaxed, watching the movie that was on the screen. Colson was now sobered up a little bit. But he wouldn’t dare change the situation that he was in. Not for a hundred bucks. Not even for a million. 

[ y / n ] was nuzzled deeply into his chest now, Megan playing with her hair as she gave a look to Colson. 

As soon as the movie ended, Colson looked over to [ y / n ] who was sleeping peacefully, she soft breaths enough to make the couple fall asleep. Megan let out a small ‘aw’ before gently kissing her forehead just like she did in the bathroom. 

“Goodnight [ y / n ],”

Colson imitated her action, doing the same as she whispered Megan’s exact message, before pretending to fall asleep. 

But both of them weren’t sleeping. They were just hoping that the other one wasn’t going to find out about what they were about to do. They couldn’t resist. [ y / n ] was right there, and the both of them had a connection to the girl, so how could they not?

Colson made the first move. He let his free hand reach over his body, letting his hand drift gently over her thighs, making her shift just the slightest in her sleep. Soon enough it reached her calfs, then right where he wanted it, her covered clit his next target, pressing lightly on it, knowing the pressure would get to her, maybe even enough to wake her up. 

But she was sleeping like a rock, and all he was getting was whimpers and mutters of profanity in her sleep. 

It wasn’t until he felt another hand down there that he stopped and froze in his tracks. He suddenly looked over and whisper yelled.

“Megan??” 

She had the same response, “Colson??”

They both had the same goal. But it was somewhat relieving. Because the other couldn’t blame the feelings they had for the 18 year old. And Megan thought that she was the only one who had the sinful thought of touching her and making her make sultry noises in her sleep, feeling the gratification that she, in fact, made them happen. 

But now things changed. Now she didn’t feel so indifferent about her displays of affection for the girl, and neither did Colson. Because there were always the intentional touches every now and again. Always having the excuse to reach over [ y / n ], his hand touching her lower waist, which also made her turn a shade of dark pink, goosebumps erupting in it’s wake.

Now things had changed. 

Megan switched on the lamp on her side, giving a knowing look to Colson, knowing what they wanted to do next. They just prayed that [ y / n ] would want to do it too. 

Megan leaned over, leaving kisses across [ y / n ]’s neck as she let her hands slip up her shirt, dragging her nails across her stomach. Once Colson saw that [ y / n ]’s eyes were fluttering open, he suddenly grabbed her, making her squeak, pulling her into his lap as the kissed her on her lips. 

It may have been the sleepy haze, or maybe the weed, but [ y / n ] found herself kissing back as he held her close, now shifting herself to straddle his waist, their tongues poking and playing with each other while Megan let out a huff of disapproval, for Colson, once again hogging the girl. 

Megan ended up leaning up to her neck once again, her hands drifting everywhere she pleased, [ y / n ] letting out soft noises. 

Suddenly, Colson flipped her on the bed, before stripping her almost completely, except for her shirt. 

“That’s my shirt, you know,” he smirked, knowing Megan might have done that on purpose. 

This time, Megan’s hand sliding farther up, touching her beasts, lifting up the shirt just above them, bringing her mouth to the nipples, sucking them. Colson slipped his clothes off, trying to match the girl in front of him, Megan soon following suit, deciding to take off Colson’s shirt, leaving [ y / n ] completely in the nude. 

Their hands were all over her, making her squirm, getting self conscious. She was in front of the two most beautiful people she knew, and somehow they wanted her, my some miracle. But yet, she was relived, because she didn’t need to hide such dangerous feelings. Here, she thought her thoughts would split the couple apart. But what was about to happen was going to strengthen their bond for all three of them. 

Colson waisted no time getting between [ y / n ] legs, making contact with her clit as she let out a whimper. So many times, she had pictured this. Every time she touched herself, she pictured him doing it and not her hand, and it was finally happening. 

[ y / n ] then decided to make a daring move, reaching her hand down to Megan’s clit, rubbing soft circles around the bud, making her feel perfect. Sure, Colson could make her cum. But [ y / n ] was a woman. She knew what a woman’s body wants. What a woman’s body needs, and soon enough, the two women were about to fall off the edge. 

And they did, and Colson didn’t know which one to focus his attention on. It was beautiful to watch both of the women who were closest to him reach a state of nirvana. Especially at the same time. 

He then kissed up [ y / n ]’s stomach as she was just then coming down to Earth, then hovering over her, kissing her passionately. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it was the hottest thing she thought she could experience that night. 

But Christ, was she wrong. 

“Let me have a taste, Cols,” Megan muttered, Colson eagerly complying, slipping his hand down to [ y / n ]’s clit to rub soft circles as he kissed his girlfriend, the afterglow of her orgasm somehow making her more beautiful. 

[ y / n ] turned her head, muffling her moans against the crook of Megan’s neck, her heavy breaths making the older woman squirm at the warm sensation. 

When the couple broke the kiss, Colson suddenly positioning himself at [ y / n ]’s entrance, kissing her neck, sucking dark marks all over her soft spots. But a wave of anxiety crashed over her as she pushed him back, stopping both him and Megan in their tracks, automatically concerned. 

“W-Wait, I’ve never... I haven’t-” she struggled to get her words out, Colson filling in the blanks. 

“You’re a virgin?” Megan suddenly cut in. 

“How are you even related to Rook- Ow-” Colson got a smack on the chest from Megan, giving him a look. 

“What better way to loose your virginity than to share it with more than one person?” Megan suggested. 

“I just... can you hold my hand?” she asked Megan like a child, and she automatically obliged, intertwining their fingers and placing a soft kiss on her nose. 

“Anything for you.”

“Are you okay to keep going?” Colson asked sensitively, and [ y / n ] gave a small nod before taking a deep but shaky breath. 

As she let a breath out, he began to insert the tip, making [ y / n ] gasp, a new discomfort in her cunt she had never felt before. And fuck he was big. But if there was one thing that was known about [ y / n ], it was that she wasn’t a quitter. She had made it this far. 

After a few seconds of whispered praises from the both of them, [ y / n ] bit down on her lip as she began to push in farther, the girl squeezing Megan’s hand like it was the last thing she would ever do. 

Soon enough, we was bottomed out inside her, giving her time to adjust, Colson kissing her collarbone as Megan kissed her jaw. After several minutes of cock-warming, [ y / n ] saw it fit to move, almost letting out a sigh of relief. 

Slowly, he started to move, trying his best to be as gentle as possible. Soon he began to go faster, and the ache in [ y / n ]’s core began to dissolve into pleasure as she felt every ridge and every vein as be slipped in and out of her. 

“Holy fuck, you’re so fucking tight, shit,” he cursed, beginning to go faster and faster, [ y / n ] feeling the coil inside her tighten. 

“m’gonna cum, can I please cum?” she asked desperately, Megan bringing their intertwined hands up to her lips, giving [ y / n ]’s hand a kiss.

“Of course you can, sweet girl, unravel on his cock,” her words leaving Colson speechless, her fingers slipping down to her clit, [ y / n ] letting out a yelp of pleasure. 

Soon enough, the coil inside her snapping like a twig as a mind-numbing orgasm, making her black out, passing out in pure euphoria, Colson pulling out and Megan suddenly lurching forward, her mouth on his tip, taking his cum in her mouth, swallowing everything he gave him. 

Tucking her under the covers, Colson smirked, letting it sink in that he was his first time, almost feeling as if she saved herself for this exact moment. 

And as [ y / n ]  finally slipped into peaceful sleep, Colson then went to his girlfriend, getting ready to give her a perfectly earned orgasm.

[happyselves]

How Daniel/ Lando would react to intimidating Dads and brothers of their girlfriends 😳 like meeting them for the first time, being pulled aside and having the whole “if you hurt her…” kind of talk

Daniel :

Daniel knew you had a big family, but well you told him that you had 3 overprotectives brothers and dad, at first he joked about it, but you could sense that inside he was a bit worried.

For him you were the love of his life and it was important for him because your family was everything to you and he wanted to have a nice relationship with them.

When it was finally the day to meet your family, Daniel was his usual goofy self to hide a little it of his anxiety during the ride to your family hosue.

During the whole lunch Daniel stay quiet, testing the vibe, letting you catch you with your father and your brothers, they were more muscular and tall than you had imagined and he was quite intimidated by them.

By the end of the lunch he as feeling a little bit more himself, trying to makes some jokes that made everyone laugh.

He thought he was okay when the brothers suggest to go do some dirt bike only between men in the afternoon. He was happy because he loved dirt bike and finally had something to bond over than you of course.

What Daniel didn't know is that everyone in your family had accept him and already loved him in your family because he was making happy and feeling safe, that's all that was mattering to them, but they still had a little plan to tease you and scared you a little bit.

They ride bikes in the wild forest until they arrive at an hill where they all stop.

It was quiet and they were all enjoying the view in silence before your dad decide to take Daniel on the side and talk to him privately.

" If you better not ever hurt my baby girl Ricciardo, you saw us I bet you know we can crush you "

That where Daniel face turn white, your dad was right, they could literally end him by how impossive they are.

The brothers came to the discussions acting all serious and scary a bit before the younger one was the first to break character and laugh.

" Dude you should see your face right now, don't worry you are good, we like you ... You a little small but you are good brother. "

They were all goofy around and lighting teasing him as they head home

" But yeah for real, dude if you hurt my sister, we will find you and we will kill you, nahhhh kidding, wait ... am I ? "

That was the second brother and from now on Daniel was sure accept in your family but in the back of his head he always kept this phrase in mind even if he don't have any intention to leave you EVER !

Lando :

Lando grew up in a big family, he was a little brother, but he was as well a big brothers to his two sisters, so when you told him that you had 3 big brothers and that they were overprotective with you, he understand totally and was repecting it very much.

Of course he was anxious and intimidated by them when he first meet them, but they somehow bond over the fact that your brother were strangely trusting him quickly from the fact he was as well a big brother and was like that with his little sisters.

Sometimes though, your dad and your borthers were teasing him, scaring him a bt, it wasn't mean or anything but just to remind him that no matter how they loved him they will find him if he make you suffer.

In the end Lando was confortable with them and end up being friends and even going out and do golf or others stuff together.

They spend so much time together sometimes that you were ending up being jealous of their relationship

You weren't worried because you wanted to have your life with Lando and was happy for everyone to be in such a good relationship, but sometimes you wanted your boyfriend only for yourself.

They had inside jokes and special things between all of them and even if when they were serious Lando was a little bit mistrusful and always on the lookout, they always had a great relationship and you were so glad for it !

[kalimagik]

Moonlight Swim

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Soooo, I was at the beach working and only actually saw the beach at midnight because that’s when I could and that’s how this idea blossomed. This is my first time writing for Neville, so I’m feeling really unsure about it, but I love this awkward, smiley boy! Feedback always welcomed, so leave a comment, reblog, like, or send an ask! Happy reading, lovelies <3

Edit: @summer-writes made the gorgeous moodboard

The moon was high and bright in the sky, it reflected off the ocean like a pearl polished and reflecting off the glass in a jewelry store. The waves grew and crashed onto the sand sounding like a drum beating at a steady pace. The whole world was calm, relaxed, and at peace. Well the whole world, expect for the teenagers walking down the beach.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Neville called, still a few paces behind his best friend, despite his longer legs.

She wasn’t listening though, Y/N was focused on one thing, getting from the little cottage by the sea to the sea itself. Seeing as how Harry had never been on a REAL holiday before, courtesy of the Dursleys, Y/N and Hermione decided that it would be a good idea to rent a little cottage on the coast and spend some time by the sea. Hermione planned all the details, but Y/N got the group together. She, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Luna could all definitely use a trip away after how school had been going from them.

But, the others were in the house. That day had been spent entirely on the beach. Ron was redder than his hair because of the sun burn after refusing sunblock. Ginny was exhausted after being in the water and forcing Harry to swim out in the waves for hours. Hermione and Luna spent their time reading, but were just tired from the sun. That’s not how Y/N felt. She was at the ocean. She wanted to be on the beach every second she could be, even if the moon was the only source of light.

“Common, Longbottom,” she giggled, plopping down in the sand, not caring about the mess it would make later. “Come sit beside me!”

Neville watched, still standing, as she breathed in the deep, beach air that surrounded them. He looked down at Y/N, her eyes now focused on the waves. She was one girl that he always felt comfortable around. She made him feel confident and like his opinions and ideas had value. Then, somewhere along the way, she became more than just his best friend.

He was more confident in general and loved talking about his passions, but she made him nervous again, even if it was in a different way. His hands got clammy when she was around, he forgot what he wanted to say, and his heart beat soooo loudly that he swore she could hear it and just pretended she didn’t.

“Are you going to sit down?” she asked again, looking away from the ocean and to his towering figure.

“Oh, uhhh, yeah.” Neville took the spot next to her and listened to the sounds that surrounded them.

“I’m happy we came here. It was a good idea.”

“Of course it was a good idea,” Neville chuckled. “It was your idea wasn’t it?”

“Precisely,” she beamed, leaning over to bump into him. “Just look at this place though! I never would have been able to find it without Hermione.”

“Don’t give her your credit.” Neville spoke before he even thought about what he was going to say.

“What’s gotten into you,” Y/N chuckled, glancing over her shoulder at Neville. “She did do all of the planning, so she deserves all the credit!”

“That’s not what I mean. You’re still the one that made it happen,” Neville complimented her.

“Thanks,” she smiled simply, looking back at the water.

The silence was comfortable. Y/N and Neville had that type of relationship where they could just sit in each other’s company for hours and not need to say much of  anything. It was a beautiful thing that not all people can achieve together, but they did.

The tide began to roll further and further up the shore. The foam of the water was close enough to touch Y/N and Neville’s toes. It was warm and felt good against the chilly summer night air.

“Want to go for a walk?” Y/N asked, getting restless as she usually did.

Neville just nodded, following Y/N’s lead as he usually did. If Neville ever got into trouble, it was usually because of something Y/N talked him into doing.

“How’s your grandmother again?” Y/N started a conversation. “I didn’t get to see her yet this summer.”

“She’s good. Still my grandmother. Still scary. She has asked about you of course. She always does. Personally, I think she would rather have you as a grandchild.” Neville kicked the sand as he walked with his hands in his pockets.

Y/N stopped suddenly, looking at the boy. “Don’t say that. It’s not true.”

“It’s fine if it is. I don’t mind.” Neville shrugged.

“Well, anyone would be lucky to have you as a grandson,” Y/N giggled, a smile growing on her face as she teased the boy. Neville couldn’t help but laugh alongside her. She grew serious again shortly after though. “You’re wonderful. And your grandmother loves you a lot. I can tell in the way she talks about you to me.” Y/N rubbed his arm, reassuring him before she continued down the beach.

“We sure have gone a far way,” Neville observed, looking back to the little speck of light that was the house.

“Well, it’s beautiful out! I can’t help that I still want to be out here. I would even get in the water-”

Neville looked to see Y/N looking out in the water longingly. “No…no, no, no. Don’t even think about it, Y/N/N. I am not getting in the water in my clothes.”

“Well why not? You’re already wet,” she smirked mischievously.

“What are you talking about? I’m completely dr–” Before he could even finish his sentence, Y/N walked into the water enough to kick it, completely splashing Neville’s front side.

“See! It feels good!” She giggled.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Neville looked at her, wide-eyed. “I’m not going to take that sitting down!” He rushed her, but she dodged him, going further out into the water. Neville stopped at the edge. The waves were crashing right behind Y/N, the water now pooling around her knees and thighs. “You don’t even have a bathing suit on…”

“So? Who do I have to impress?” she giggled, walking backwards. Neville just took in the sight of her face. He really wanted to soak up as much of it as possible. The look she wore was just one of pure happiness and exuberance. She’d always been like that. Not caring what anyone thought and always doing what made her the happiest.

He could only shake his head and laugh with her as he just stood there on the shore.

“Come on in! The water’s great!” she urged him, lifting an arm to threaten that she would splash him again if he didn’t comply.

“You might want to come out before you’re dripping wet.” Neville warned.

“Nahhhh!” she shook her head. Her laughter was replaced by a happy scream when an invisible wave crashed on her head. Somehow, she walked out further into the water than she had realized and without the sun, the waves were invisible until they came crashing down.

Neville smirked as the water rushed back into the ocean. Y/N stood there, hair in her eyes and clothes dripping wet, her mouth hanging wide open in surprise, but the shock of the water over taking her was quickly replaced by laughter once again.

“I told you so,” Neville called over the sound of the waves.

“It was a good surprise!” Y/N spit back, smile growing even wider. “You know what would be an even better surprise? If you run in with all your clothes too!”

Neville didn’t take the bait, he just shoved his hands in his pockets once more.

“Ohhh, come on Neville, do something unexpected!” Y/N dared him, eyes sparkling with playfulness. That was all she needed to say for him to sigh before letting a lopsided smile replace the pursed lips he had worn watching her moments before.

“Yay!” she laughed as he crashed through the waves out to where she was. By the time he reached her, another wave crashed on top of them, soaking Neville as much as the one before drenched Y/N.

Their heads broke through the surface of the water as they came back up for air. “See, isn’t it nice out here?”

Neville took in a deep breath as he looked at her, swimming deep enough that her shoulders were underwater. Her Y/H/C pooled around her shoulders and the water made her skin sparkle. Water is supposedly rejuvenating, but new life and confidence seemed to enter Neville in that moment.

“What are you looking at?” Y/N laughed, out of breath from jumping over oncoming waves.

“I love you, Y/N,” Neville blurted, cheeks heating up the moment the words left his lips. Unfortunately for him, the moon was bright enough that the red was accented.

“You love me? N-Not just like a fr-friend?” Y/N stuttered. She never stuttered, she was always so confident.

He didn’t have anything planned to say after he made his confession. Hell, that wasn’t even planned. The move was Y/N’s to make. Neville was speechless, but he managed to nod. Y/N’s breath evened out.

“I love you too, Neville.” She stated simply, a smile growing on her lips. Neville felt his own smile following the feeling of relief. She loved him too.

“But, why didn’t you ever say so?” he asked, still confused that she felt the same way.

“I don’t know. I guess I was scared. We’ve been friends for so long and I didn’t want to push you into anything if you weren’t comfortable.” Neville watched her eyes fall to watch the movement of the water.

“You were scared? B-but you’re always so sure of yourself…”

“Not when it comes to stuff like that,” she admitted. “but, I do, ya know, love you.”

Neville smiled again. Hearing those words coming from her mouth made his heart flutter. Another surge of confidence as powerful as a wave flowed through him. He reached out enough to pull her body flushed with his and kissed her. He kissed her in a way he didn’t even know he was capable of.

The salty air filled Neville’s lungs when they pulled away from each other. His clothes hung heavily on his body and he had goosebumps all over his arms and legs, but he felt so light and warm on the inside. This was it for him. This was what he wanted for so long.

“Neville, you’re shivering!”

“No, no, I’m okay!” But, as another invisible wave crashed on top of them again, Neville’s teeth began to chatter.

“Nope, time to head in,” Y/N giggled. She swam towards the shore faster than Neville, but Neville didn’t want the moment to end.

“Wait, we’re just going to go back?” Neville pouted, bobbing up and down.

“We’re going to dry off and warm up, but we can continue once we do that,” she winked.

Neville’s face lit up at the prospect of spending more alone time with Y/N that he wound up reaching the sand before she did. “Woah, someone’s excited there.” Y/N exclaimed as she caught up to him.

“Can’t risk you changing your mind,” Neville teased, already starting to walk back to the cottage.

“Neville, wait!” Y/N called, catching back up to him.

“Yes, love,” he emphasized, excited to be able to use the endearing term with someone. Y/N took his hands in hers and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Hold my hand while we walk?” she asked.

Neville grinned like a Cheshire cat as he led the way back to the beach cottage, where dry clothes and a warm bed waited.

The moon was high and bright in the sky, it reflected off the ocean like a pearl polished and reflecting off the glass in a jewelry store. The waves grew and crashed onto the sand sounding like a drum beating at a steady pace. The whole world was calm, relaxed, and at peace, especially the boy and girl who were dripping with salt water, but in love nonetheless.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Soulmarks, Part 19

First part

Previous

~~~

He could hear her shifting around beside him. Then, she squeaked. He felt her hands cup his cheeks and slowly moved his arm away from his eyes. Her shoulders relaxed a little when she saw him move, but she was clearly still tense. “What happened? What’s all this blood from? Are you okay? Do you need the hospital--?”

“It’s not mine, don’t worry,” he said, bringing his hands up to rest over hers.

“You would absolutely lie about that.” She took a quick look around. “No one’s here. Detransform. I’m checking.”

He sighed lightly. Right. No one will ever believe anything he said aloud ever again. He’d have to try harder to not speak.

He detransformed and allowed her to check him over. He was more bruised than he’d thought he was going to be, but he was still right: he wasn’t bleeding.

This only seemed to marginally make her feel better. He could tell she wanted to ask him something, could guess what she wanted to know, but she ended up just offering him a hand up.

Tim gave a small smile and pulled himself to his feet.

She looked at the slowly rising sun and rubbed her eyes.

“How do you feel about skipping school for the day?”

~

“I did what?!” She whispered.

She barely pulled her face out of her hands to look around the batcave.

She buried her face in her hands again when it became clear that she wasn’t going to get an answer.

This was all great. Perfect, even.

Tim and Adrien were going to be mute for the rest of their lives, Lila was likely going to be interrogated and then thrown in jail, Alya would find herself unable to trust anyone. She’d made three people’s lives a million times harder, and she wouldn’t be surprised if Lila ended up dead.

Speaking of death: she’d killed two people! Cross that one off the bucket list. Sure, they were absolutely terrible and she’d wanted them dead, but that didn’t mean that they’d had to die like that. She’d wanted to use Cataclysm to get it done as quickly and painlessly as possible. What she’d done was just cruel.

And the cherry on top was that the entirety of Paris knew that she was Ladybug and that Master Fu had the miraculous box.

The past few hours had been damage control. Bruce had sent in a private jet to take her parents to Reims, France (it was relatively close by, but far enough that it was out of Hawkmoth’s control). Adrien had gone to the school nurse and they’d used the fox miraculous to have a fake Nathalie pick him up; they’d have him for a few hours before anyone noticed something was amiss. Finally, they’d brought Master Fu and the miraculous box to America with them so they could all think about their next move without fearing Hawkmoth would pop up out of nowhere to fight them.

She’d liked damage control. Not only was it a good way of keeping herself distracted, but she’d also been semi-blissfully unaware of what she’d done as an akuma.

She supposed that there was nothing really stopping her from avoiding her problems again… outside of recognizing that avoiding her problems was exactly what had gotten her to blow up in the first place.

Oh well.

Marinette managed to peel her hands away from herself and leaned into Barbara.

“Right. What can we fix?”

Master Fu hesitated. “I can transfer my guardianship onto someone else --.”

“Not it,” said Marinette instantly. Adrien held up an X with his arms to say he, too, didn’t want it.

The bats eyed each other. They were all more than a little cautious of people with powers -- or, as they called them, metas -- and, despite having gotten closer to Marinette and Adrien, they were still a bit wary of the idea.

Alfred cleared his throat and everyone looked at him.

“I do hope I’m not overstepping, but I’d be willing to take on the extra responsibility.”

~

Tim swung his legs boredly as they waited.

They’d all agreed that Adrien should be the one to try and get Hawkmoth’s pin off of him. Gabriel was his father, after all, and he still didn’t know that Adrien was Chat Noir. Besides, they doubted that he wore the pin to sleep. It had to be set down at some point, right?

Also, it would be pretty odd for Marinette and Tim to just walk in and ask about his accessories.

So, they’d told him to go inside and grab it while he was asleep. No confrontation allowed.

Of course, everyone knew that Adrien was going to confront his dad. They weren’t stupid.

And they probably would have let him if they didn’t fear that he’d get talked out of it. After all, Gabriel must need the wish for something, and he was Adrien’s father. He could probably spin what he was doing as for the best.

Marinette and Tim had both decided to give him five minutes to chew Gabriel out before they interfered.

He yawned and rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses.

Marinette shoved her Big Gulp cup of espresso into his hands without looking at him.

He wasn’t surprised. She hadn’t met his eyes since she’d found out what she’d done when akumatized. Hadn’t talked to him outside of necessity. He’d tried to tell her that he didn’t blame her, had even typed it out to make sure it wouldn’t be disbelieved automatically due to the curse, but he knew that she still blamed herself.

He took a few sips before checking his phone for the time.

He gave her a tiny poke on the arm to tell her it was time and she nodded grimly. She wrapped an arm around him and swung them in through one of Adrien’s windows.

Marinette let go and they slipped through the halls silently. It was completely dark in the Agreste house, and they had to squint to see, but neither of them were willing to use a light.

He slipped his hand into hers and let her lead him through the halls.

They were walking down the stairs in the entrance hall when they heard voices.

And, to their horror, they were getting closer.

She tugged harder on his hand and they hopped a railing. They ducked behind a statue and he fought the urge to hiss as the light was turned on.

“Come. You say you want to know why I have to do this, you can know,” said Gabriel as he ushered his son through the house.

They followed them from room to room, careful never to be in a room until they were sure that the Agrestes weren’t in there anymore.

And then they took too long in a room.

Tim and Marinette met each other’s eyes and gave each other confused looks before she cracked the door open.

And her mouth dropped.

He peeked through as well and watched as a hatch in the floor closed.

They waited a few seconds before stepping inside and going to where Gabriel and Adrien must have escaped through. They walked over to where the hatch was and Marinette ran her hand over the floor with a tiny frown.

“It’s seamless.” She punched the floor and then cursed and shook her hand out. “Nope, that’s not going to break, it’s just stone. Can you hack it?”

Tim nodded slightly and then pointed at his wrist to say it would take some time.

She winced. “Don’t have a lot of that. Hurry, please?”

He nodded and swiped Gabriel’s computer from his desk.

And then he got to work.

~~~

Next part

Did I set up some stuff for Mayura later on? Yes

Is this already way longer than I thought it was gonna be? Yes

So am I gonna do it? Nahhhh

Mayura doesn’t exist in this Au. Nathalie is still Gabriel’s assistant but she isn’t in love with him. Au where Nathalie has some fucking s t a n d a r d s

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