#I'd say I want to give her a hug but her body has no nerves so she wouldn't even feel that :)

[bragganhyl]

Today's mood is going to be *rolls wheel* crying over the Devil of Caroc

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Cod Characters General Dating Headcanons (part one)

+ Random and Some bits of Chubby Fem S/O Headcanons with mentions of different nationality S/O

+ What type of BF/GF they would be

Including John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Fem terms and pronouns like she/her are used for the reader

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

My rules for requests and characters I can write for

Please comment if you want to be added to the taglist, the next part or cod content alone.

Taglist: @marshmallowinamess

A/n: Hi lovelies! Lia here, I'm back after a nerve-wracking week of school. This is a bit short but I hope you enjoy it otherwise. God I fucking hate school. I wrote all of this in a cold room, a heat pad on me (because period cramps) and at 3am so any mistakes will be edited out as soon as I'm aware of it.

This is divided into a multiple part thing (I think 2-3?) because God knows I can't fit them all in one post because of the limited amount of gifs and photos. I'll add more to these in the future, some are longer than others because I can't think. Also because I can't write them all at once, that's a lot to write okay 😭

Disclaimers/warnings: Typical Cod things, OOC characters???, Unrealistic, Some suggestive themes and language, I'm so sorry but English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Most of the content I've seen are on TikTok and Tumblr I don't actually play the game but I love the characters so much, same with any other content I have for other video games.

Tiny sidenote: the reader in this has been describe to be shorter than the characters and has been mentioned to have a soft body rather than the muscular type.

John Price

ꕥ (OH MY GOD LOOK AT HIS SMILEEE) (He's such a quokka)

ꕥ Price who literally is such a father figure, doesn't matter whether the relationship between you two is romantic or platonic. He often takes the dominant caring role.

ꕥ Doesn't smoke around you, doesn't matter if you insist he doesn't. He still won't and definitely will criticize you if you try or do smoke because he doesn't want you do end up like him.

ꕥ If there's a bit of an age gap between you, I'd say he's hesitant. Definitely afraid of what the rest of the task force thinks (He can't help it, they're basically his boys)

ꕥ John Price who wants to settle down with you, maybe have kids if you want but just a white picket fence life with you without the chaos that is war and his job.

ꕥ He only ever let's you have his hat, only when he gives it to you though. Most of the time it would be while you're out, he'd put it on your head from his. (Cowboy hat rule? I heard that in more respectful terms rather than sexual, it respectfully means that you are theirs)

ꕥ John Price who rests his chin at the top of your head no matter how much he needs to crouch down whenever hugging you from behind. Love doing it whenever you're busy doing something too. (Props for the effort because you cannot tell me he doesn't have back, neck and knee pains)

ꕥ Is constantly worried if you share the same line of work, like at first it was nothing but a tiny crush and slowly he finds himself caring about your well-being more and more over time.

ꕥ Can't help but think he's an acts of service type of guy, reaching up for things you need or better yet lifting you up so you can reach them and loves opening things for you like bottles or anything canned. (Girlies who get their nails done or wear press ons know this struggle ( I'm a press on girly)

ꕥ The kind of man who would turn on some oldies music and slow dance with you in the living room, your footsteps and breathing being the only other sounds as you smile at each other, foreheads against the other's.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

ꕥ Ghost who is such Doberman/Black cat boyfriend. Like have you seen this man? He's so tall and intimidating, one distasteful look from him and if it was physically possible that person would drop dead.

ꕥ Ghost whose a chubby chaser through and through, he just looks for something different from what he's used to.

ꕥ Is definitely a tits kinda guy, doesn't matter how big or how small they are. He'll definitely play with them in some way during doing the you know what.

ꕥ Feels like you can take him and his size better because of your plush body. Has a size kink and likes seeing it bulge a bit when he's inside you.

ꕥ You're just so soft and warm, he wants something away from what he usually feels doing his job. Not really that touchy but he gets quite clingy within closed doors.

ꕥ Likes to squeeze your thighs, his grip on them would not falter. Doesn't matter whether it's in a sexual or domestic way.

ꕥ Thinks you deserve better than what he can offer and needs constant reassurance, never says it out loud but you pick up on what he feels. (please be patient with him)

ꕥ More often than not, he thinks you're quite fragile. Even if you can protect yourself, one of his ways of showing you he loves you is through protecting you. Hence the Doberman boyfriend scenario.

ꕥ Doesn't like PDA but knows when it's necessary, him placing his arm around your shoulder is enough to keep perverts in their places. If that rando is really that bold then they'll most likely end up with a few broken bones depending on how pissed Simon is.

ꕥ If you work alongside him, he'd constantly worry about your well-being but at the same time is conflicted because he's confident that he can protect you.

ꕥ Only you and the TF141 can call him Simon, he still feels uneasy when he gets called that but when it's you saying it, it doesn't sound as daunting to him. Still dislikes in in certain tones of voice because his name reminds him of his past.

ꕥ You've seen his face, it took a long time but after that he trusted you enough to show him. The fact that you didn't find his face revolting and even kissed his scars while cupping his face was enough for him to want to marry you.

ꕥ Isn't fully insecure about his face but has his moments. (You know like the voice line where soap asks him to take off his mask and asked him if he was ugly and Ghost said "Negative")

ꕥ Takes a little while to get him to open up and little things like letting you hold him takes him a bit of time to get used to because it makes him feel vulnerable.

ꕥ God forbid something were to happen to you and he couldn't do anything to stop it, Simon would lose his fucking mind.

John "Soap" MacTavish

ꕥ Soap is a Golden Retriever boyfriend through and through. He's energetic, loyal and really affectionate.

ꕥ He's a lighthearted flirt at first because he doesn't wanna scare you off but damn does he gradually get bolder over time.

ꕥ Very hands on, touchy, and could be clingy at times unless you don't consent him, secretly always finding new ways to touch you.

ꕥ A sucker for cheek kisses, lips are his favorite but he can't help but break out a wide grin whenever you kiss his cheek. Can't help but feel kinda manly whenever you do.

ꕥ Adores making you laugh, no matter how stupid your sense of humor is he will absolutely say that joke if it gets a laugh out of you. Would be concerned if you had a dark sense of humor but will eventually get used to it. To describe it, hearing you laugh makes his heart feel full like in a content domestic way.

ꕥ Also, see the gif? You cannot tell me that he doesn't look at you that way because he absolutely would.

ꕥ Loves your weight against his body to the pint he's begging you to lay on him. You, him in the bed while he's shirtless with grey sweatpants on and you in your night clothes sharing each other's warmth with your head on his broad chest.

ꕥ Shows you silly and cute pet videos, especially the cat ones:

"[Name], look at this one!"

"Soap, we're not adopting a pet. Not right now at least"

ꕥ He was upset and gave you puppy eyes the whole time because the only time he had pet was when he was child, it was a hamster which was killed because it got sucked into the vacuum by his older sister.

ꕥ You're the only one allowed to tough his hair, he's very proud of his mohawk and will let you style it. Won't wear it out if you did something silly to it though.

ꕥ Soap who loves showing you off to everyone, loves light PDA but doesn't wanna potential put a target on your back.

ꕥ He definitely is the guy you want to take home to your family and friends (or found family <3), he's funny and easy to get along with. Very flirty with you but he'll straighten out because he's terrified on making a bad impression.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

ꕥ (HE'S SO FREAKING UNDERRATED WITHIN THIS FANDOM)

ꕥ He gives Labrador boyfriend vibes, you can't help but want to take care of him.

ꕥ Gaz who literally had to do a double take when he first saw you, he turned to Soap with that "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" look in a good way.

ꕥ Gaz who literally had to ask you out multiple times before you said yes thinking he's only doing it for a bet or a cruel joke.

ꕥ Constant reassurance from him because he doesn't want you to feel insecure about your looks because to him you are literally an angel.

ꕥ Loves to chill with you, cuddling and just relaxing. Maybe scrolling on TikTok occasionally and show you the funny ones he chuckled at.

ꕥ He has a sixth sense whenever you crave something, say you want chocolate or drink of some sort then he'd definitely being home whatever it is you we're craving without having to ask you.

ꕥ Kyle who has your Starbucks order memorized because he likes being the one to order things for you. Will playfully argue with you on who'll pay this time. (Don't even try anymore, he always wins anyway)

ꕥ Puts his hat on your head mostly when you're out, has done it the first time because it was hot out and the sun was in your eyes. He's picked it up from Price and once you smiled at him through the shade of his cap, he has not stopped doing it.

ꕥ Definitely a words of affirmation and acts of service kind of guy when it comes to love languages. Sometimes whenever he'd give you two thumbs up and a cheeky smile, you can't help but laugh a little.

ꕥ He's very thoughtful, so much so that he prides himself in knowing you better than anyone. Everytime you two go out to eat, when he gets something and know that you'll want to taste it (he knows damn well whether you'll like it or not when he tastes it) he'll bring it upon himself to order you one before you even say you want some.

ꕥ Soft snores when he sleeps, it's cute but you know damn well he's tired. Also I think he's very cuddly, like he just likes reminding himself that he's not alone and that his bed is warm because you're in it. Therefore at minimum always has an arm around you in bed.

ꕥ Dances in the rain with you and loves it when you pull him gently on his arm while your hands are intertwined. Takes note of how the the raindrops sometimes fall on your lashes while you look up at him smiling.

ꕥ Kyle Garrick who wants nothing more in the world to see you happy and smiling. His "this is the woman I'm going to marry" moment was when you baked his favorite cake for his birthday despite it being so hard, you nailed it perfectly. (Whether it's out of luck or skill is up to you)

Alejandro Vargas

ꕥ (idk how to write for this angry Mexican man but I'll try my best, love him and his megamind hairline though <3)

ꕥ Alejandro is definitely a flirt, a very bold on at that. He's quite forward when it comes to liking someone so yeah.

ꕥ He lives for it when you boss him around. That being said, he isn't picky about body type or any of the sort.

ꕥ Will teach you Spanish if you don't know any, definitely prioritizes the curse words and laughs whenever you jokingly call him pendejo.

ꕥ Wouldn't mind you teaching him your own culture and mother tongue. Bonus points if it's similar to his.

ꕥ Has Spanish nicknames for you because I imagine his own culture is important to him.

ꕥ Would hate it if you had the same line of work but will never take it out on you, it's just that it's so dangerous given the people he's involved with. (It's definitely Valeria)

ꕥ Speaking of El Sinombre, I don't think they had anything romantic going on. It's mainly platonic and the "betrayal" sucked on Alejandro's side. They definitely had some rivalry and the tension was through the roof. (Mainly because I headcanon Valeria as Lesbian)

ꕥ Can be so romantic when he tries, you can't tell me this mf ain't a smooth talker because he definitely is. Can be very blunt like in a forward way with his affection too.

ꕥ Likes kissing your wrist and feeling your pulse against his lips because it reminds him you're alive. (The amount of angst this scenario carries would be something I'm up for to write)

ꕥ Is sent on a fit of rage when something happens to you, say you got kidnapped then this man would tears off the walls of every building if he had to.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

ꕥ (ANOTHER UNDERATED CHARACTER)

ꕥ Another Golden Retriever boyfriend. This man is just loving and dotting, very husband material.

ꕥ Loves chubby women, has a soft spot for them and just likes holding them.

ꕥ He's definitely used to the insecurity that comes with the body, also doesn't get why such beauty standards are even in place. Has and would fuck the insecure out of you again if he had to. (It's in a very gentle and loving manner)

ꕥ If you hold him in your arms, he'd be absolutely living for it. He already has had a long day and being honest he hasn't had many lovers that went far so having you care in this way about him would have him wrapped around your finger.

ꕥ Worships the ground you walk on. That's it.

ꕥ Would take everything to heart whenever you teach him or mention something within your culture if you aren't of Spanish origins like he is. He just loves you so much that it makes him happy knowing more about you.

ꕥ Would adore slow dancing with you, brings him back to reality where he realizes that he has you and that you're there.

ꕥ Terrified that one day you'll end up leaving him so reassurance would be much appreciated by him.

ꕥ Definitely a sucker for receiving forehead kisses, as for giving he likes to kiss the back of your hand.

ꕥ If ever danger presents itself to you too closely, he would have a heart attack like full on crying but not in public though.

[frogsmulder]

writing prompt 20

Also for @randomfoggytiger who requested this prompt: kiss on a scar, and msr

Two's Company

post cancer arc Scully invites Mulder around for dinner; about 850 words; rated t; tagging @today-in-fic

read on ao3

She invited him over for Sunday lunch with her mother, after church.

Slowly, Scully has taken on the advice of father McCue, reaching out with wary hands to those that are important to her. It has been exhausting to let in those that she had shut out. Sometimes she forgets that she is in remission; the instinct to protect those around her strong. In truth, she has always found strength in solitude, drawn to the simplicity of the silence, but without Mulder and her mother she would not be here and she owes it to them to at least try. So Sunday lunch with them both is about all she can muster before her efforts feel distorted and contrived.

That was almost six hours ago and he's still here loitering in her kitchen, while she washes out the two wine glasses they have been drinking from this evening. Her mother excused herself shortly after the dinner, leaving Mulder clinging to her company. He hasn't out-stayed his welcome though: she's enjoyed the time, smiled and laughed and fell into comfortable conversation, sat side by side on her couch, forgetting the elephant in the room. Yet there's a growing nervousness in her stomach��she stops to stare at the palette of deep red at the bottom of the second glass–perhaps precisely because she doesn't want him to go.

When did she become afraid of being alone?

She licks her lip, aware of him watching her from the doorway. The sponge squeaks with bubbles as she wipes out the stain. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she finds him, the sight of him casually leaning against the wall, hands thrust in his jean pockets, enough to pull half a smile from her. His grin back is goofy and big and something in her chest swells. He saunters over, grabbing the tea towel from the cupboard handle as he passes it. She can't take her eyes off him as the ceiling light casts his face with light and shadow, defining those features she knows so well. His nose and lips are prominent in the warm light and his eyes sparkle something mischievous.

He puts a hand on her back and gives her the tea towel to dry her hands. The warmth of his touch serenades her body.

"You look stunning,” he whispers in awe.

She dips her head but can't help her smile, not ready to accept his affection as eagerly as he gives it. Sensing this, he leans closer, driving his point home: “I'm serious, you look amazing: better than ever.”

She manages a humble thank you as his hand travels up and down her back in slow comforting strokes. His warmth spreads throughout her, both slow and heavy like lava in her veins and quick and sharp like lightning through her nerves. Scully cools herself. Focusing on putting the last glass away, she hides the self-regulation of her breath.

“Thank you,” he says simply.

She turns to him. “What for?”

“For dinner, for this–” he gestures between them with a wave of his hand– “for everything.” Her cheeks, red hot, sting with the sudden touch of Mulder's lips. “I… You are so brave and strong everyday, I…”

It's a sentence he can't finish even now. Instead, he reaches for her hand, tethering them together. His thumb caresses her knuckles showing what with words he cannot express.

Her eyes dart back and forth between his, desperately trying to read him. “Mulder…”

He chuckles. “Scully."

“What–”

He brushes her hair behind her ear and gazes at her, as if he could join with her soul if he only looked hard enough. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her in for an all-consuming bear-hug. She allows herself to fall into the familiarity of his shape, his smell, seeking her own private comfort as he presses his nose to the side of her neck. “I missed you so bad and you weren't even gone. There were times I thought I'd never see you again.”

And there it is; the elephant that can no longer be ignored. She holds her breath and tries not to blink, still as a statue, the threat of gasps and tears locked inside of her. His fingers tentatively part the hair at her neck, sensitive fingertips tracing her fresh scar there.

Scully's stomach drops as he kisses just to the side of his fingers, as if saying a prayer to the metal buried beneath her skin.

“I’m sorry I gave you another scar. It shouldn't be like this,” he mumbles, voice thick with guilt.

She pulls away to see his face. “Mulder… you didn't do this: you saved me. It was your strength that saved me."

He laughs nervously, his eyes beginning to get that sheen she's seen before beside her hospital bed. “I guess I’m just grateful now for your company. Thanks for having me around, Scully.”

“I…” She tries for the sentiment he failed earlier but the words lodge in her throat, both insufficient and too much. She opts instead to show her reciprocation, stretching up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for being around.”

[sky-kiss]

Shadowheart/F!Tav: Ephemeral

A/N: Named Tav. And this is highly indulgent and just for me lol. But y'all can look if you want. Post Haarlep encounter. Because we stan a kinky queen.

Shadowheart/F!Tav: Laughing, Thriving, Gloating, at your Expense (Affectionate)

"Far be it from me to gloat," Shadowheart says, gloating. "But I recall speaking to something like this—what was it again?" 

The rush of blood in Joi's ears makes it difficult to think, let alone reflect. She tries to speak and ends up swallowing the words, chin dropping to her chest. It's a frankly surreal sensation—there are hands on her body, cupping, caressing, someone is mouthing at her throat…but it's nothing. The phantom pleasure is equal parts too much and too little, nerve strokes without pressure. 

Shadowheart hums. The heat of her makes it…better or worse, it's difficult to tell. She is blessedly solid, real, when she presses close, fingers stroking through Joi's hair. "Ah, I recall.  Unlikely to dispense carnal pleasures out of the goodness of their heart…does that sound correct? Feel free to nod your agreement. You seem quite…preoccupied." 

Joi nods. 

Some rational part of her brain realizes the half-elf is within her rights to feel this superiority—she had warned her about Haarlep's intentions. It's just that there's another part, the one not currently buzzing with abstract pleasure, that wants to protest. She'd had no choice—a lie, there'd been no reason to break into the House to start aside from her own wounded ego—but to play with Haarlep. 

"I thought," the tiefling starts, only to stop, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. "You'd be at least somewhat bothered." 

Shadowheart's lips curl up, bemused, a touch patronizing. "Not at all—I quite like you like this. And I rarely get the chance to just…observe." The phantom hands shift down her body, and she suffers the jarring impression of her legs being spread, even as she stands perfectly still. Something must show on her face because Shadow laughs again, walking her further into the alley. The cleric has the presence of mind to tuck them in a little alcove. "Go on—don't stop for my sake." She drags her lips across Joi's cheek. "If you can summon the presence of mind, I'd welcome any particularly sordid details."

Joi shivers, screwing her eyes shut against the sensation of something pushing inside her. Her mind struggles to adjust, trying to justify the texture, the duality of feeling achingly full and empty all at once. 

"My, that must have been good." Shadowheart's smiling, too damnably satisfied. She eases Joi's legs apart, slotting herself between her spread thighs. 

"Just…" she chokes. Shadowheart saves her with another kiss, swallowing her moan. It's a little like being at sea, the sensation of being rocked, something thrusting lazily into her. For the briefest moment, she feels the link to Haarlep solidify. They're more present, sticking inside her head, dragging their teeth across her mind. Their hand, her hand, ghosts down her stomach. Shadowheart marks its path, smirking, tangling their fingers together. 

"If your only intent is to stand here slack-jawed, I'll be tempted to put your mouth to better work." The cleric murmurs, and something in her tone, dark and authoritative, makes Joi clutch around nothing. 

And she feels something like Haarlep's approval, violently hungry, driving themself down on their partner in response to Shadowheart’s words. It steals the air from Joi's lungs. 

"You try holding a civil conversation when you're being…" She hisses, hugging her lover tighter. A shock of electric pleasure kisses along her spine, the sensation of being stretched to her breaking point, the phantom pleasure pressing and pressing for just a little more. Haarlep coos in her head, and she feels the point where her body gives. There should be nothing left, but Haarlep ensures she takes it. Joi fights to swallow, voice hoarse. "No elegant way to say you’re feeling...very full." 

"Mmm. Any guesses what you're full of?" Shadowheart laughs at her incredulous expression. "Not so strange a question, is it? I'd like to know if I'll be competing with an Orthon to satisfy you in the future."  

"You'd rise to the occasion." 

"But of course. But it would necessitate a touch more effort." She hums against Joi's lips, rocking against her thigh. Shadow chews her lower lip, mischief twinkling in her eyes. "Do we think it's Raphael fucking you, sweet one? Should I be jealous?" Joi gasps, trying to push the image out of her head. "Of course, if you can't explain what they're doing to you…well, there's always the option of showing me later?" 

"Yes." 

"No need to convince you at all. Shame." Shadowheart pats her cheek. "You’re so eager. It’s sweet." 

It's openly patronizing. It still manages to twist something low in the tiefling's belly, naked want flooding through her. On principle, Joi grumbles, "You're upsetting Haarlep."

Shadowheart laughs. "Liar.  But I shan't keep you so…mentally occupied. Allow me." 

Her lover's hand steals under her robes and between her legs, adding a blessed solidity to the otherwise ephemeral pleasure. 

[vay99]

Levi x reader

Dancing in the rain

Anime/Manga: Attack on Titan

"Hanji that's the dumbest idea ever." you groan in frustration. Your friend has been trying to convince you to confess to Levi, as she always does, but today's plan is just ridiculous.

"But (y/n), dancing in the rain is so romantic." she squeals, nearly crushing your bones as she hugs you. "We're talking about Levi here. Levi. The clean freak. I'd like to live." you push her back by her shoulders. "Anyways I've to go."

"To help shorty with the paperwork~ Uuuh why don't you-" Hanji gets shut up by the door you close behind you.

As you're walking to Levi's office you try to calm your nerves, even though you're part of Levi's squad and like his right hand he never asked to do the paperwork together. Usually apart from each other, so as you arrive at his office you knock on his door.

"Come on in (y/n)." Levi's voice invites you, how he's able to tell your knock apart from the others still amazes you.

*1 hour later*

/Damn I hate paperwork, should I follow Hanjis plan? Dancing in the rain is fun, what if we'd even kiss? Those lips... /your thoughts trail of as you stare at Levi. Snapping out of your trance as you hear Levi groan.

"Hanji really did hide her paperwork under mine. That titan loving maniac." Levi hisses, reorganizing everything.

"She really must have a death wish." you mumble, but Levi heard it. "What was that?" he raises an eyebrow at you.

"Nothing. Just thought we need a little break don't we?" you try to change the topic, and it even works. "Good idea. Let's return those papers to the titan freak." he grabs the papers, walking towards Hanjis office.

"Heeey Hanji." you knock on the door and open it right away. "Do your own shit." Levi greets his 'friend', dropping the papers on her desk.

"Aaah thanks Levi, how genuine of you." she fakes a smile, Levi is already on the way out of the room Hanji makes some suggestive gestures, pointing towards the short captain and you. While you're waving your arms wildly, trying to stop her, Levi turns around.

"Tsk. You two spend too much time together. Shitty glass you have a bad influence on (y/n)." he locks eyes with you. "Let's go." "Sure." you blush a little, his strong gaze is one of your weaknesses. "Have fuuuuun~" Hanji sings, but you close the door real quick, earning a confused look from Levi.

"Why don't we go outside and get some fresh air." you scratch your neck, walking towards the door, until a hand on you shoulder stops you. "(y/n) it's raining. Do you want to catch a cold?" he asks, a note of concern in his voice.

"No, but..." you look down /I know it's crazy and stupid and will probably get me killed but I really want to dance in the rain with him so screw all sanity/ "... a bit fun won't kill you." running off with his jacket, he had hung lose over his shoulders.

"Oi! Come back you little brat!" Levi shouts after you as you run down the hallway. Eren and Armin are standing between you and your goal. "Let me thew!" you run towards freedom, the rain washing away all of your worries. "Give me my jacket back you little brat!"

"She'll get killed." Eren gasps, watching you running around with Levi's jacket, who's still under the save roof by the way. "Let's get out of here." Armin agrees, running off.

"You need to relax a bit! Come on, the rain is so relaxing." you smile at the owner of the jacket, which you still hold in your hands.

"I say this one last time. Give. Me. My. Blanket back." Levi says calm but with a Stern voice, sending a shiver down your spine. By now your clothes are drained and glued to your body. "Or what?" you ask with a cocky voice. Baf decision. "Or else you'll get a punishment." Levi informs you, and it was then when you had two options; continue to tease him and risk it all or, give in and accept the punishment which will probably be cleaning something.

"Uuh~ I didn't know you were kinky~" Not even too seconds after those words fell of your lips Levi is already standing in front of you. Snatching his jacket out of your hands he puts it on before grabbing your wrists to prevent you from running off.

"One last chance for you to come back inside. Or else you'll be sleeping outside tonight." he warns you, what a lame punishment. "I just wanted to have some fun. Come on grumpy, let's dance a little." you try to dance but he's to strong so your arms ain't moving just a little.

"You're unbelievable. Childish. Why did I chose you as my right hand again?" he asks.

"Because you need someone who knows how to have fun. I mean Hanji and Moblit are a good example." you answer casual, as if you're not in the worst case scenario you've thought about.

"You're spending too much time with her, tsk." he hisses, letting go of your arms, turning his head away. "And barely with me." he whispers that part so quietly that you nearly didn't picked it up.

"I can have fun with her, I can forget about all the pain we're going threw for a while. It's nice to do something stupid and childish from time to time. Dancing in the rain is real fun and since you've been overworking yourself... I just thought you might need to get your mind off everything." you confess, feeling him letting go of your wrists.

"Idiot." Levi chuckles, placing one hand on your waist, the other lifts up your chin. "Yeah yeah I know, let's go inside to do the stupid paper work." you groan, not noticing his soft expression.

"We came here to dance, right? So let's dance." Levi takes your hand in his and starts to lead. Never in a million years you would've thought that he's such a good dancer, so elegant and smooth. You're drained by the rain, body's closer too each other than the clothes they're wearing.

"Is that what you wanted?" Levi whispers into your ear. "Kinda, I didn't know that you could dance like this though." you admit, facing him and his handsome face. That's even more handsome threw the rain. This man is deadly.

"We did what you wanted, how about we do what I want now?" he smirks a little. You escape his sting gaze by letting your eyes wander, which leads to you noticing that Levi wears a white shirt. That's now see through. Oh his body is build by a goddess.

"You'll have enough time for that part later. Why don't we start like this?" Leaning in he captures your lips with his. At first you let out a surprised squeal, not fully believing what's happening right now. After the shock you close your eyes and kiss him back, causing him to smirk against your lips. Sadly you have to part again, leaving both of your breathless.

"Let's continue this in my room." Levi whispers against you neck before kissing it softly. "We need to get you out of these clothes quickly before you catch a cold sweetheart."

Waisting no time Levi throws you over his shoulder and carries you back inside, while you're thanking Hanji in your mind for giving you this idea in first place

/Thanks hanji for that idea, you're the best/... Not that she won't hear that the plan was successful this night, no, of course not. (Warning: Sarcasm)

[dapper-nahrwhale]

(Set during The Experimental Job, just a little moment between the ot3 when Parker brings the jackets)

Around 700 words under the cut:

“It's cold.” Parker hisses under her breath, fogging up in a cloud.

“Of course it's cold,” Eliot grumbles through chattering teeth into his earpiece, “I told you it's like 20 degrees down here.”

“Yeah, I know I just wasn't expecting it.”

“Parker.” He growls in a warning.

��Hurrying.” The eye roll he just knows she's giving him transcends the earpieces.

At least Hardison's stopped complaining about his half of hell week long enough to rig up a handful of button cams to old jackets.

[read it here on ao3]

“Hey, Eliot you good man?” And here comes the geek. Great. At least Sophie and Nate had the decency to go to sleep if they weren't going to help.

“Peachy.” Talking was starting to hurt his very clenched cold jaw.

Then Hardison starts rambling.

“You know I don't mean anything by the whole, uh hell week torture thing right? I just, I know they're around you too, and it's definitely worse what with the actual torturing of people with PTSD, and it's so creepy being around these dudes who are exploiting it for the CIA or something-”

“Hardison. Shut it.” He wasn't mad, not really, just a little peeved he hadn't slept in half a week.

But it's not even close to breaking his record for days without sleep.

Doesn't mean he has to enjoy the torture. Well, some of it he kind of does. Psyching out the guy who's supposed to be torturing him, that was kind of fun.

But the rest of it, hearing the guys around him screaming and howling and breaking. That wasn't so fun.

“Parker, you almost done the delivery yet?” He doesn't want her to stay here any longer than she has to. She doesn't have to.

“Almost. Got one left.” Her voice echoes in his ear and just outside his cell.

“Ok, just be quick.” The door opens silent as Parker always does.

“Dammit, Parker, not me the other guys. I don't need no button cam.”

Eliot is wrapped up right in the thin burlap sheet he has.

Parker gives him an incredulous look at that.

“Uh, yeah Eliot that ain't gonna do here. If you freeze to death, that's on all our asses, babe.” Hardison says in his ear.

“I ain't gonna freeze to death. It's cold, not that cold.” He's still shivering as Parker swiftly crosses the tiny room and wraps the last jacket around him.

“The human body can survive up to 6 hours of -20 degrees fahrenheit.” Parker jumps in not very helpfully.

“Thanks Parker.” Eliot and Hardison say in sync.

“Look-” Eliot attempts to say.

“Hypothermia has been known to happen even in the high 40s,” Parker delightedly says, “it can cause extensive nerve damage and brain damage.”

“Don't sound so excited about that. It's weird.” He shrugs her arm off of him.

“Symptoms include uncontrollable shivering.” She lists off.

“Pale cold skin.” Hardison chimes in.

“Check.” Parker pokes at his nose. Cold.

“Drowsiness and confusion.” Poking at his forehead.

“Parker.” He slurs through his teeth.

“Weakness and loss of coordination.” Parker jabs at his chest, and he can hardly even bat her hand away like a kitten.

“Quit it.”

“Shallow breathing and heart rate.” Hardison says.

“Yep. Check and check.”

“Will you two quit it.” Eliot growls, and even that burst of energy wipes him out.

“Now, I don't normally do this but. It should help.” And Parker gives him the stiffest, most awkward robotic hug he's ever had.

Thing is, it actually does help.

“You really ok with this Hardison.” He brings himself to mumble. He keeps his arms tight at his sides.

“If I weren't here, I'd be doing the exact same thing dude. You know we don't like to see you hurt.” Hardison says like it's easy.

“I can take it.” His jaw clenches again. He can take it, it's literally his entire job.

“We know you can, we still don't have to like it.” Hardison acts like that's going to end this argument.

“Tough. Because that ain't stopping anytime soon.”

“At 32 degrees most people with hypothermia will go unconscious in 15 minutes.” Parker tightens her hold on him and he finally gives in and gently squeezes her back.

“Well, I ain't most people, sweetheart.” Eliot says with the first smile in half a week.

“No you most certainly are not.”

(Just a little thing I always felt was missing from The Experimental Job!)

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Ichigo Kurosaki (Alternative Ending) - Extra

It's easier to deal with your grief when you know that you aren't alone. You've been trying too hard to shoulder it all. But you had your friends.

That was enough.

Especially with a bunch like Ichigo and Rukia.

"I told you to wait!!"

She smacked him over the head and his body hit the floor with a thud.

"Just because your powers are back doesn't mean you're unstoppable. Don't be reckless."

Despite the lectures that Rukia always gives, you know she's just worried. They both showed affection in a funny way.

"Would you quit hitting me!!"

His yell resulted in both of them getting into a little fight as you and Jushiro watched from your comfortable spot in his squad barracks.

"Lively as ever." Jushiro stated.

They really are.

You would never get bored with this group. 

That's for sure.

The day winds down, and Ichigo is dropping you back at your home. You send him a smile when he lands right in front of your door. You know he's about to leave, but you catch a subtle wound on his neck, and instinctively, you grip his sleeve. He pauses, clearly confused.

"A-Ah, gomen. You have a cut on your neck."

He intended to brush it off, but you look so ready to help that he loses the nerve.

"Okay."

That's all he says and your face lights up as you welcome him into your home. He's been here many times, but he can't help but feel a bit unsettled. Because things have changed.

So much has changed.

"You know, you really should be more careful. I thought I told you last time."

Ichigo frowned.

"It's not my fault Kenpachi is crazy."

Ichigo was once again seated, this time in your apartment. You were on the couch as Ichigo sat on the floor between your legs, letting you work. It was just a few bruises, nothing he hadn't received before.

"Orihime really doesn't get enough credit, you guys are a handful and she was doing this long before I started. You guys should get her gift baskets until infinity." You joke.

His hands are folded and he's wearing that frown. You can't help but smile.

It's nice to know that some things would never change.

It took a few minutes, and he was healed.

You clapped your hands together.

"Good as new."

You expected him to stand and leave, but he didn't.

"Ichigo?"

"Tch."

You squealed when he grabbed your wrist. With a quick turn, you were on your back, against the floor. Ichigo was above, glaring at you.

"Why are you always so nonchalant, do you not see how hard it is!"

He seemed angry and you have no idea why.

"Ichigo what are you-"

"I love you."

The words made your heart stop, and you finally truly took in that expression.

"I should have stopped the moment I realized you had feelings for Ginjo. I told myself it was for the best. As long as he treated you right then I'd endure it. But then he betrayed both of us and all I wanted to do was erase every memory you had of him. I didn't want to see you in pain."

Your lips quivered.

"I should have protected you. I should have done more. I shouldn't have-"

You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him down and he grunted when his body was now pressed tightly to your own. You were hugging him, and Ichigo couldn't get himself to move.

"I-I'm okay now and it's because of you. I-It's only because of you Ichigo.."

You needed him to know that despite all that happened, he had helped you. He had protected you when you were at your lowest. When you felt like you couldn't trust yourself, your heart.

"You saved me.."

He had done that and so much more.

"Arigatou, Ichigo."

His eyes softened, and he finally returned the embrace.

Holding on tight.

"So defenseless."

He thought with a smile.

[remushrts]

Obliviate - emmary

— pairing(s): emmeline vance x mary macdonald, ex!marlene mckinnon x mary macdonald, ex!lily evans x mary macdonald (it's a lot yes)

— a/n: this is SO angst and i'm so in love with the hc that mary obliviates herself. hope you enjoy because this literally teared my heart open and i might be starting to realize i'm a mary's kinnie

— summary: mary's last night is the night emmeline dies

To Mary, it's the middle of the night. To Mary, it's October fitfh year and the summer before that, to Mary, it's the day she receives the news that Lily is dead. It's Lily being dead all over again. It's Marlene telling her that she thinks she can't love Mary the way she wants to be loved, it's her kissing all the tears that fall from Mary's eyes like she's trying to kiss it better. It's Lily's last hug before they went into hiding, it's the phone call she never got to give them. It's her voice that was never heard a last time, it's baby Harry's hair that she never got to mess with. It's her dad's cloudy eyes before he passed, her mother's trembling hands as she held Mary's, it's Dorcas' promise that they would throw a birthday party to Pandora that year. It's all being taken away from her at once, brutally and without warning. Again. It's all again.

The night Emmeline dies Mary feels the grief awakes in her body so strong it shakes the entire neighborhood awake. She feels the death of every person dear to her over again, like her mind awoke with grief all of her dead, just to kill them a little more. The years that eased into Mary's mind did little to her memory. So, she knows what's coming. She did for a long time now. She knows what she has to do.

Her hand doesn't even tremble as she reaches for her wand. She wonders what it would feel like, she did even when Emmeline was here with her. Mary was a fighter, all of her life. She didn't back down all these years, she didn't run, even if every single nerve on her body was telling her to. Mary lost everything. She was about to lose everything forever. But she made up her mind.

If Emmeline was there, Mary knows what she'd say. Mary asked her not a week before. "Would you do it?" Emme's voice shook, tears on the brink of falling as she nodded. "Yes... I just wish you wouldn't ask me to. I'd... Miss you a lot, you know?"

Mary tells herself that it doesn't matter, because Emmeline was as dead as they come and she was not coming back from the dead just to do it for her. Maybe she should've asked it sooner, maybe she should've never asked it at all. Mary never doubted of Emmeline's love, but love could only go to a certain length, and their were no different.

Mary's hand stops at her temple, her wand just about to touch her head. She imagines it as a gun. Her last breath as Mary MacDonald is a shallow and short one, one that doesn't do her justice. Then, simple as that, Mary says it. Obliviate. Simple as that, there is no more Mary.

The first breath the stranger sat on a bed she doesn't recognise is a deep one. She doesn't recognise anything, and she doesn't recall picking up a stick or a photograph, but there they are, just in her trembling hands. She doesn't remember coming in, or sitting down, or how did she got here in the first place. She let her hands rest on the mattress below her as she toss the stick to the ground. Another deep breath. She gets up, folds the photo of several people she doesn't know and puts it on the nightstand.

Mary MacDonald leaves the house without any idea that it once was hers.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Guitar Man pt 2 | Steve Binder x fem!reader

You and Steve go on your first date, and deal with being an official item on set.

a/n: I’ve discovered I love writing for Steve so, so much y’all, Dacre really did something here. (This has been unfinished in my docs since August, y'all. Oops :/ Honestly, idk where to take it from the point I’ve got it at now, but if y'all have any suggestions after reading, I'd love to hear them!)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: a couple swear words, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

Read Part 1 here!

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“Hold still!” Priscilla reminds you as she drags the eyeliner pencil along your lashline.

“I am!” you whine, looking up as she moves to line your lower lid. “I’m just nervous.”

“You’ve got nothin’ to be worried about, Y/N,” she assures you, stepping back to assess her work, “Steve is absolutely head over heels for you, and you two are already friends, right? You’ve already gotten to know each other, the hard part’s done!”

“Yeah we’re friends,” you reach over to apply your favorite red lipstick, and continue “but we’ve only really talked at work. I’ve never seen him outside the studio, what if it’s completely different?”

Priscilla’s reply of “How many times do I have to tell you, you two are already such good friends, not to mention you’re both absolutely head over heels for each other! The conversation will flow naturally, I promise,” is muffled as you step over to the closet to pick out an outfit. You don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard, but you don't want to veer too casual, either…

Your train of thought is interrupted as Priscilla reaches past you and yanks out a gorgeous deep red minidress. “This one,” she declares, thrusting it into your arms.

“Cilla, I haven’t worn this in forever!” you protest. You could barely remember why you packed it in the first place. “Won’t this be a little much?” 

She waves off your concern, “Of course not! You’re gonna look gorgeous,” she assures you as she shoves you back into the bathroom to change.

You step out a few minutes later, nervously tugging at the hem. “You’re sure this isn’t too much, Cilla?”

Priscilla’s jaw drops as you step into her line of sight, “Oh Y/N, you look gorgeous!! Steve won’t be able to take his eyes off you,” she squeals.

Just then, there’s a knock at the door and Lucy calls through it excitedly, “Steve’s here! He’s in the lobby!”

A wave of nerves washes over you, and Priscilla takes your hands to steady you, “Hey, you got this, alright? Don’t overthink it, it’s just Steve.”

You take a deep breath, nodding, “Right. I got this.” You squeeze her hands gratefully, “Thank you, Cilla.”

“Anytime, honey,” she beams. “Now,” she leads you out towards the elevator, pressing your clutch into your hands, “have fun!”

You give her one last wave as the elevator doors close, and step out into the gilded lobby a few moments later. 

You fidget with the simple gold pendant at your throat, scanning the room for any sign of Steve. Eventually you spot him, seated in a velvet armchair in a corner, and make your way over. You’re about halfway there when he turns and spots you, his jaw dropping as he stands and walks over to meet you.

“Hi,” you say, a nervous smile plastered on your face.

“Hi,” he replies, his eyes raking up and down your body, taking in the dress hugging your curves in all the right places, “You look— um— wow.”

“Thank you,” you giggle at his reaction, your nervous smile melting into a softer, more genuine one. “I was afraid it might be a bit much,” you confess.

He shakes his head as he takes your hand and begins leading you out to the parking lot, “Trust me, you look absolutely stunning,” he says softly, never once taking his eyes off you.

You feel your cheeks heat up, and you attempt to deflect his attention. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself,” you smile, taking in the dark blue suit he was wearing, accented by a white ascot.

“Well thank you,” he chuckles as you come up to a white Mustang. He steps forward and opens the passenger door for you, gesturing politely, “Milady.”

“Why thank you, my good sir,” you tease as you slide in, and he closes the door behind you. 

The drive to the restaurant is a short one, but even so, you feel all your nervousness and anxiety melt away as the two of you converse easily, trading jokes and stories.

The ease you feel continues throughout the night, and it almost feels as though the two of you are simply having another one of your talks during a break in rehearsals. Sure, you’re in a candlelit restaurant and not a stuffy studio, but you’re absolutely positive that you’d be able to talk with him about anything, anywhere.

Eventually, the conversation turns to how the two of you grew up. 

“I can’t believe I’ve never asked you this,” Steve begins, “but how did you get into dancing in the first place?”

“Well, it started when my parents signed me up for ballet classes when I was a kid,” you explain. “It started off as a way for me to make friends, because I was so shy, but then I just fell in love with it. Even after the friends I’d made there originally stopped doing it, I kept going. And I decided I never wanted to stop, so I made it my job.” You end with a laugh, glancing up to gauge his reaction. 

Steve is looking at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen on his face, as if he’s seeing you for the first time, and you feel your cheeks flush under his attention.

“What?” you question, hoping your flushed face isn’t too noticeable.

“Nothing, I just…” he shakes his head, the softness in his eyes remaining constant, “I really love hearing you talk about dancing. You light up, it’s like… you make me love it as much as you do even though I’ve never danced in my life.”

You laugh softly, your heart swelling at the compliment, and there’s a sweet moment of silence between the two of you before you finally speak up again, “So what about you? How did you get into directing?”

He launches into a story about falling in love with movies from a young age, which then turns into a conversation about your favorite movies as children.

Eventually, the two of you are back at your hotel. Steve walks you back to the front doors like the gentleman he is, despite your feeble protests, and pauses by one of the pillars near the entrance.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” he says softly, eyes shining under the golden light of the hotel.

“I did, too,” you smile, leaning against the pillar to take some of the weight off your heels.

He smiles, drinking in the image of you as comfortable under the light of the hotel as you are under a spotlight in the studio, and leans in to press a sweet, brief kiss to your lips.

You grin against his lips and tangle your fingers in his as he pulls away, preventing him from getting too far. 

He lets you keep him in place with a soft chuckle, and leans in again… 

But stops, so his lips are just barely brushing yours and says, almost sadly, “I should probably get going.”

“Do you have to?” You reply with a mock pout, then shake your head and continue in a more sincere tone, “No, I get it. You’ve probably got lots of work to do. I’ll see you back at the studio, then?” You say softly.

“I’ll see you then,” he nods, and lifts your hand to press a soft kiss to the back of it before releasing you. He heads back to his car as you go back inside the hotel, and just before you enter you see him give one last wave goodbye before driving away.

You wave back, and head back to your room, practically giddy from the events of the night. 

When you get back to your room, Priscilla is all too happy to hear you gush about your date.

“He was so sweet, Cilla, really I— hey, what’s that look for?” you ask, noting the soft, knowing look she’s giving you.

She giggles in response. “Nothin’, just… this,” she gestures to you sprawled across your bed, a wide smile on your face and a happy flush in your cheeks, “is what I was like after my first few dates with Elvis,” she smiles.

You feel your cheeks heat up even more, “Really? I mean, of course you were, but…” you trail off, unsure how to voice the implications of that statement.

She hums affirmatively, then after a moment of hesitation says “I didn’t wanna bring this up before because I wasn’t sure if this’d make you more nervous, but… you know how I was helping you get ready tonight? Elvis was actually doing the same for Steve,” she says softly, then adds teasingly, “And I bet he’s gushing about you to him just like you are to me right now.”

“Oh hush,” you dismiss her teasing statement.

“No, I’m serious! He’s probably all,” she falls into an approximation of Steve’s voice, “‘Gosh, EP, you shoulda seen the dress she was wearing—“

“—I think I was actually speechless when I saw her,” Steve tells Elvis, who’s listening with a smile on his face, “And I swear, talking to her is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. We just flow so naturally, you know? And the way she talks about dancing…” he sighs, picturing the way you lit up as you talked about the beginnings of your passion for dance, “I could honestly listen to her talk about it forever.”

Elvis takes in the look on his friend’s face: one remarkably similar, he’s sure, to the one he has when he talks about Cilla. “I’m glad you had a good time, Steve,” he says with a genuine smile, “it sounds like it went really well.”

“Thanks, EP,” Steve replies with a smile, jolting out of his lovesickness just enough to turn his attention to his friend, “I really, really like her.”

“I know you do,” Elvis replies with a chuckle, “and I know she really, really likes you, too. But Steve,” his tone turns serious, “you may be a very good friend of mine, but Y/N’s like a little sister to me, alright? I’ve known her for about 20 years now, and if anything happened to her I…” he trails off, his emotions getting the better of him for the moment, before continuing seriously, “Just… don’t break her heart, alright?”

Steve nods somberly, “Of course, Elvis. I would never do anything intentional to hurt her, I swear. She clearly means a lot to you, and… and she does to me, too.”

“Good,” Elvis nods, and stands to leave, “I’m happy for ya, Steve. See you at the studio tomorrow, loverboy,” he teases before stepping out the door, leaving Steve alone.

You arrive at the studio the next day practically giddy, your mind filled with thoughts of the night before. Some of the girls on your crew come over to ask about how your date went, and where Marie would usually make some snooty comment, she is noticeably absent, which isn’t too much of a surprise; you assume she’s in one of her holier-than-thou, “above all the petty gossip” moods today. Once you’ve satisfied your friends with your explanation— though you’re sure they’ll be back asking more questions in no time— you set about getting ready for the performance. 

As you glance around the set, you spot Steve in the control room, looking extremely focused. There’s a hard set to his jaw and an adorable little furrow in his brow that tells you he’s thinking hard about whatever he’s doing, and dare you say… It's extremely attractive.

Before your thoughts can stray too far down that path, though, you shake yourself, and settle for managing to catch his eye and give him a little wave before taking your place on set. 

Steve, for what it’s worth, does his absolute best to focus on his job at the moment. Really, he does. But how is he supposed to focus when you’re down there looking like that; going through the movements as if they came as naturally to you as breathing, completely in your element… indescribably beautiful, in Steve’s eyes. 

He’s jolted out of his thoughts as something smacks his arm, and he turns to see Bones looking at him with a single raised eyebrow. 

“Quit gawking at your girlfriend, Steve, we’ve got work to do!” 

“I wasn’t—” he protests, then changes the subject entirely at the knowing look on Bones’s face, “Whatever, just pull up two.”

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[archoniluthradanar]

You left this world without me

A "what if..." Aro/OC one-shot

Alice's vision was no vision and really happened

The coven had gone away to take care of an urgent matter, the existence of an immortal child. I expected I would go as well, but Aro had forbidden it. "You are still human," he had said, his hands holding my upper arms. "It's too dangerous."

I protested. "Caius is taking Athenodora. I just want to stand with you, my love."

He raised my hand to kiss my palm. "She is a vampire. No," he said quietly, so quietly, i barely heard him. "I will not put you in danger."

I knew of Carlisle, a long time friend to my mate. They had not seen each other in many decades, and now were about to have a confrontation over the supposed child of Carlisle's son, Edward and his mate, Bella. Why it had to come down to this, I just couldn't understand, even after Aro had explained the nature and history of immortal children.

"Aro, my heart, you would not fight your best friend of many decades like this. Can't you discuss it with him first. Find out the truth before running off to kill them."

Aro had other ideas he would not share with me, I felt that in my heart. It upset me, and the moment he touched my hand, he knew it. He tried to placate me by explaining the importance of preventing immortal children from being created.

"And if this immortal child were not related to Carlisle?" I felt there was something behind Aro's spoken intentions.

Aro glared at me, so I knew I'd touched a nerve. His anger lasted only a moment, when he gathered me into his arms and nuzzled my neck. "You still like to bait me, don't you, cara. This incident concerns Carlisle and vampire law. The Volturi must maintain order by enforcing the law."

"Aro, what has that to do with me going with you?"

"Dear one, to enforce the law, we may have to fight. I won't have you in harm's way. Stay here and wait for us to return. The human staff will be with you if you need anything."

I felt a cold shudder run through my body, reminding me of the old saying "someone is walking on my grave". But I feared it wasn't my grave being walked on.

I hugged my mate tightly, and begged him not to go, causing him to laugh low and kiss me several times to reassure me. "Please, Aro, don't go, stay here with me."

He pulled back, brushing away my human tears, then smiling at me. "How would it look if we didn't go, my dear. It is our duty to investigate every facet of the truth. If the Cullens are innocent, we will leave them in peace. We'll be home soon once that has been determined. I promise you."

I looked into his face, with the pale skin and red eyes. He was beautiful in my own estimation. I would brush his hair at night before I went to bed. I enjoyed touching it and he readily indulged me. I would kiss the back of his neck and hug him from behind. I was to have been changed a week ago, but this issue with the Cullens interfered with that. Aro swore as soon as he returned, he would set a new date and give me my awaited gift...immortality and the life eternal with him.

"I'll hold you to that promise. mister," I warned him.

He took me in his arms and kissed me in that way I knew kissing wasn't all he sought from me. If this was to be our last night together, I wanted him in every way possible. He tried to soothe my fears with more kisses and touches. He loved me as he always had and always would. As I lay in his arms, sated from our love-making, I had to wonder, why was I so apprehensive?

ooooooooooooooooooooooo

The next morning, the entire Guard was attired in their little-worn battle dress. I bid Marcus and Caius good bye, and ordered them to be careful. I then hugged my sister Athenodora, wishing she was staying behind with me. But Caius wanted her with him while my mate didn't want me at his side.

Damn it, woman, you know he only wants to protect you!

Aro pulled me aside to say good bye. I straightened his collar, then patted my hands on his chest. He looked regal in his battle jacket, his cape draped around him. I slipped my arms beneath the cape and held him close. He stroked my hair, saying, "Sarò a casa in men che non si dica, amore mio."

I cried. I couldn't help myself. "You'd better be home sooner than that, Aro." He gave me a final kiss and left with Marcus, Caius, and the rest of the coven following.

ooooooooooooooooooooooo

It was three days since Aro and the coven had left Volterra. I sat on his throne, waiting, my eyes never wavering from the main doors unless I fell asleep. The chef brought me food I didn't touch. Eventually he took the trays away with a head shake and a tsk. I refused to leave the throne room, until my bodily needs prodded me and I had no choice.

I was sitting on Aro's chair, humming some obscure song until I heard a sound, and thought, finally, they're home. It was Felix who entered the throne room first. I smiled and ran to him. "Felix, thank the gods you're safe. Where is everyone else?" I looked around him, my eyes seeking my mate. I peered up at the tall guard, asking only, "Felix?"

He looked down at me, utter sadness on his face. "Felix, where is Aro?" His answer to my question was silence. I grabbed at his jacket and demanded, "Where is Aro!"

"Master Aro has been...destroyed."

It was as if a large rock had hit me in the chest.

"Marcus? Caius? Athenodora?"

"Destroyed, Mistress."

"Demetri, Jane, Alec, Chelsea, Heidi, Santiago?" I rattled off the entire list of the names of our coven.

Felix only nodded in silence.

"No one is left?" Felix survived and I'd wager he felt only guilt for that.

"A few lower guards survived, by fleeing like cowards." he said, his face darkening.

I heard his words all the while pretending I hadn't heard them, before I collapsed to the marble floor. I sobbed, tears flowing down my face. Felix knelt beside me. He picked me up in his arms and took me to our rooms, Aro's and mine. He lay me gently on the large bed.

He went to the bathroom and wet a wash cloth, bringing it to me, dabbing my tears away, then laying it on my forehead. I grabbed his hand, forcing him to sit beside me.

"Tell me what happened. How did he...?"

"I think that should wait. You're in no shape at the moment. In the morning, we can talk."

In the morning. After all night without my mate. The previous nights, I endured being alone, knowing Aro would be returning home soon. Now I had no such assurance. He was dead and I still lived. How would I live without him, without my family. Only Felix remained.

"Felix, what will we do now?"

"Shhhh...there is no need to discuss that at the moment. Would you like anything to eat?"

"Eat? No, no food." The tears flowed again, and I turned into my pillow. I felt Felix's large hand on my back, then the breeze that remained after he fled the rooms. I was alone, truly alone.

I wondered who was responsible for his destruction. Surely Carlisle would not have killed his old friend. Was it one of his children? Edward perhaps? I knew he did not like Aro.

I wanted to know, so what, I could enact revenge on them for the murder of my mate? I gripped the pillow in my hands, wanting to rip it apart.

Aro, you left this world without me.

I fell asleep with his face in my mind, his smile when he was happy, his scowl when he was frustrated, his darkened eyes when he lusted after me. He was with me, inside me, around me. And gods, how I missed him already. It was not possible he was gone.

oooooooooooooooooooooooo

The sunlight woke me. I washed up and dressed, seeing my eyes red and my face blotchy from crying in my sleep. I saw a tray of food sitting on Aro's desk in the anteroom. Felix or the chef must have brought it. I had to admit I was hungry now, enough to eat a few sausage links. Then I drank some of the coffee, trying to wake up.

Felix rapped on the inner door, then came in. He saw me eating and gave me a small smile. "Are you feeling better?"

I couldn't tell him I wasn't better. I grabbed his hand and sat him on the sofa beside me. "Felix, I have a favour to ask of you."

"Of course, anything you need."

I looked him in the eyes. "I want you to take me. Drink me."

He frowned. "Do you want me to turn you?"

As if anyone else was left, but no, he misunderstood. "No, I want you to drink me, all of me. End my life."

He shook his head. "No, I can't do that. You're just upset. Take some time. Perhaps we can start a new coven..."

"What? No, I want you to kill me, Felix. Aro left this world without me. I won't allow that. I believe in an after-life. I believe he had a soul. He may be waiting for me even now. Please, do this for me. Create a new coven, my friend, but I can't live without Aro." I begged him with my eyes. I turned my head, tempting him with my throat, the pulse beating for him to see.

I noticed his eyes darkening, the hunger taking over his common sense. He pulled me to him, setting me in his lap. He kissed my forehead, and when I turned my head away from him, he kissed my neck, then bit hard.

This should have been Aro bringing me into his world, not a guard ending my existence in mine.

I felt weak and closed my eyes, my heart beating loudly in my ears. I heard him sucking, felt his lips, his mouth, taking my life from my body. I didn't even struggle against him. I thought I had opened my eyes but I wasn't sure. Was that Aro standing in the corner of the room? He was dressed as when I first met him, in his black suit, shirt, and tie. His shiny hair pulled back with a leather cord. His eyes red, and his smile bright.

My heart beat slowed, even as Felix's sucking slowed. It was almost over. I thanked the guard in a whisper.

Aro reached out his hand to me. "Come with me, my love. We will still be together forever."

I took his hand, no longer cold to the touch. I looked back to see Felix holding my body, rocking me gently, remorsefully, knowing I was gone. And Aro and I left this world, together.

[chibipsycho-v3]

Goobert for the ask meme?

Goobert, my slimy friend~

Goobert

[First impression] I'm fairly certain my entire thought process went like this: Oh- Why is this guy just called 'Failure?' What did he do? He's in constant pain and now I feel super bad. I'll help you, new squishy friend. Thank you for giving me advice!

[Impression now] I love the goopy boi. He needs all the hugs and a good pain-dampening spell. Just let me straighten his jaunty wizard hat and call him a good artist, please. ... And give him a peck on the cheek and hope we both don't melt out of nerves.

[Favorite moment] Definitely when you find him in his little goopy pocket dimension and he immediately is like, 'Why are you here? Wait, look at this painting; I hope you like it.' And if you keep looking at it, it lifts his spirits enough to actually show Magnificus. Love and praise for slime mage!

[Idea for a story] It's less a story idea and more wishful thinking, but that doesn't mean I'm not thinking of writing it! I love the idea of setting up massive lengths of hamster tubing to run through the mage tower/any building really so that Goobert can get around with minimal discomfort. It has exits all over, don't worry! Magnificus standing disapprovingly as I use a hole saw in the corners of every room and I'm just like, "If you'd just relieve his pain, I wouldn't be tearing holes in your crap. Choose your poison, sir."

[Unpopular opinion] I'm really not sure of one, but the one I can think of is that... Goobert could be well aware of Magnificus' cruel intentions and doesn't really expect that the wizard will change his mind on their finals (read: punishments.) Goobert might be trying to convince himself that if he's just positive and holds out hope, that it'll make the thought of an end to all of the bad things a little sweeter... Even if it never comes. (Oh god, I just made myself sad. This unpopular opinion is unpopular even with me.)

[Favorite relationship] I'd say Goobert and his fellow mage pupils, but they really don't show them interacting in the game. I want to believe that Lonely Wizard carries with him both Goobert in his bottle and Pike Mage so that they can get to experience the world with him. As for shown relationships, it's gotta be with the Challenger. The more you interact with him as a player, the more positive he turns out! I guess Luke and Goobert are besties now because of me, lol.

[Favorite headcanon] Magnificus, after being humbled for all those years as the Stunted Wolf and having experienced the discomfort of being a card, decides to ease up on his students. Decrease Goobert's pain (if not change him back entirely) and give Pike Mage her body back. All of the students gather as a group to celebrate their newfound freedoms.

This was fun! Thank you for the ask, friend!

[oni-data]

Character Headcanon Generator

I just saw this and wanted to do at least 5 for each character with my own input on the randomization of them. lol

It will be under a cut to save your dashboard.

Autumn Generator: If someone they knew committed a crime, Autumn would cover for them. My thoughts: I could absolutely see it. They're a "I'll bury the body in my garden for you" type of friend. --- Generator: Autumn can play the piano. My thoughts: Autumn absolutely can! She was taught how to do so by Hyuu's advisor, Eerie, a few years ago. --- Generator: Autumn is a cry baby. My thoughts: So true. Autumn is a very emotional and empathetic person, and this can often lead into tears, depending on the situation. -- Generator: Autumn knocks people over by hugging them. My thoughts: It really depends! Autumn is absolutely the type to literally run and jump hug people, though she'd always ask if they're comfortable with such things first. A lot of her friends are also physically larger and bigger built than her, also often stronger. So I'd say in most cases, its rather hard for this tiny little moth to topple them. haha -- Generator: Autumn hates being alone. My thoughts: Yes and no. Sometimes Autumn finds peace in being alone but can also find it depressing and in fact, used to fear being alone. She has gotten a lot better about being alone though.

Mae Generator: Mae was forced to eat cement as a child. My thoughts: LOL No. Although Mae's childhood was certainly not a good one, she was not forced to eat cement. -- Generator: Mae does intricate and expensive cosplays. My thoughts: She does not, though I could absolutely see her having an interest in cosplay from an outside perspective. -- Generator: Mae can't handle criticism. My thoughts: Mae can handle criticism, though if its more condescending rather than actual criticism, it will hit a nerve. -- Generator: Mae is a theater kid. My thoughts: Mae was not a theater kid. -- Generator: Mae has a pet squirrel. My thoughts: Mae does not, though she does have a cat. She also does a lot of volunteer work with shelters, so taking care of squirrels probably wouldn't be completely out there if they were brought in for some reason or another.

Rene Generator: Rene nearly drowned in a river as a child. My thoughts: I can't really imagine it. Rene's quite a good swimmer and always has been. -- Generator: If Rene likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock. My thoughts: I can absolutely imagine this for a few other characters, not Rene though. Not that it wouldn't be entirely out of character for Rene to gift something to the people she likes. -- Generator: Rene chews their nails when nervous. My thoughts: Rene doesn't chew her nails at all. -- Generator: Rene always has a maid dress on them. My thoughts: I wouldn't say ON her person. But she does have a few! After all, Rene does own and run a maid cafe. Plus, she just thinks that maid dresses are cute, in all kinds of styles! -- Generator: Rene does not know how to read. My thoughts: Rene can, of course, read. Though, I will say that she does have a hard time focusing on really long strings of text and often will use a text to speech app to help.

Rowan Generator: Rowan stole a lollipop at the checkout when they were 5 and they still feel guilty about it. My thoughts: Rowan is very unlikely, even now, to feel guilt for stealing. -- Generator: Rowan has chronic nightmares. My thoughts: Rowan rarely, if ever, remembers their dreams. Because of this, they often write down dreams they DO remember. -- Generator: Rowan does intricate and expensive cosplays. My thoughts: I can't imagine it, though they do like anime and enjoy seeing the efforts others put into designing cosplay. -- Generator: Rowan doesn't know how to say "no." My thoughts: They certainly do. Rowan's needs to have a real soft spot for the person, if this were to be the case, and thats hard to get to. -- Generator: Rowan is very willing to eat inedible things. My thoughts: Yes. Absolutely. lol

Ezra Generator: Ezra is a very good singer. My thoughts: Believe it or not, yes. Ezra's not the type to sing around others though, so its likely something that will never be caught. -- Generator: Ezra believes in Santa. My thoughts: No. Even as a child, Ezra didn't. -- Generator: Ezra enjoys doing taxes. My thoughts: Absolutely not. They dread it. -- Generator: Ezra has a diary that they write in with a glittery gel pen. My thoughts: Maybe not with a glittery gel pen, unless that is all thats available. But they do keep a journal. -- Generator: Ezra likes to eat straight coffee beans. My thoughts: Maybe not straight coffee beans, though I could imagine Ezra enjoying chocolate covered coffee beans.

[themurderofcrowscollective]

Better This Way

Fanfiction inspired by Siames' My Way and personal struggles? Yes, just like the old times. + + + In this life we all go through issues and do things we're not proud of. I should know, I'm not perfect. The things I do don't haunt me anymore but I am reminded of them, but this is where I draw inspiration from. After a night of pain, the truth coming to light and a final stand against the ones who hurt her, Rachel Hargreeves walks the city streets alone. She didn't lose anything, she didn't lose anyone important, but she finally grew a spine and spoke out against her abusive ex-fiancé. She's finally free. She's better this way, her own way. Let's see where she'll take her life now. + + + [Chapter 1: My Way] The events before now are only a fuzzy memory, still fresh in her mind but not as clear as her other memories. Rachel had parked her truck with her personal belongings next to the bar she works at, but it's closed and will be for 3 days. Her boss is out on vacation. She is farther away from her truck, wearing warm clothes to keep warm while the empty city streets are yet to be illuminated by the rising sun. So far the only company she has is the stars that shine brighter than they did before. Rachel's gone through so much torment and control in her past relationship, having broken up with her ex-fiancé and taking control of her life again, that she's unsure about where she'll go next. Her aimless wandering had led her to the first cafe to open, the cashier welcoming her inside. " Good morning Rachel, I don't normally see you this early in the morning. " He smiles, getting a pot of coffee ready for her as she sits at the counter. " Hey Steve, normally I'd be home but... I finally broke up with him, with Eric. " Steve looks shocked. " Are you alright? " " I'm better than I've ever been, but now I'm out of a home. Not exactly bothered by that though. " She speaks bluntly, watching Steve get her drink made. He serves it to her with a smile, patting her shoulder. " I'm sure you'll think of something. " She shrugs before taking a drink, sighing in relief. " Nice and hot, thanks. " For the rest of the morning, Rachel is quiet and sips her coffee, scrolling through an app for a new apartment or decently-priced house she can own, but she spaces out and her body goes on auto-pilot. Without thinking, she opens the messenger app and taps on the groupchat with her army buddies in it. Mama Wolf: I finally broke up with Eric. Sending it, she places the phone down and drinks the rest of her coffee, paying for it silently and leaving without another word. The morning sun is rising and as she heads back to her truck, she hears her phone notifications go off repeatedly. " Oh boy. " Checking the phone, she is surprised to see the responses. Ghost: I knew that fucking muppet wasn't good news, are you alright? SoapySuds: Need a place to stay? Capt. Cigars: I can talk to Nikolai about letting you stay with us, if you need it. She smiles and decides to be honest as she gets in her truck and texts while warming up the truck with her heater. Mama Wolf: I'd greatly appreciate it, my nerves are shot and I'm caffeinated a bit too much. Nik: I'll make some breakfast, come on over. Everyone else is welcome too. Rachel lets out a sigh of relief before buckling up and starting her engine, hooking up her phone to the bluetooth function and almost immediately Gaz starts a group call. Accepting it, Rachel drives through the city. " Rachel, it's Ghost. You there? " " Yeah I'm here, on my way to Nik's. Want a ride? " " That'd be great, thanks. " " Hey hey sunshine, when you get there I'm going to cling onto you. " " Soap? " " Yep, Gaz is busy getting dressed but he says and I quote, 'that rat bastard won't ever hurt you again!' " " Thanks Gaz, love you too. " The whole ride, she keeps talking to everyone before picking up Ghost who climbs into the front and gives her an awkward hug. " I'll give you a better one later. " " Thanks Ghost. "

[shamelesshussythoughts]

I am so tired.

I'm so tired of trying.

I asked CD when to know when it's time to just throw your hands up and quit. His well thought out and intentioned advice was when you've tried everything and nothing has worked. Problem is, I am SO FUCKING TIRED of trying. I also, don't ever know when to quit.

I'm just so exhausted from it all.

Is it too much to ask to be loved or cared for by someone?

I'm watching all my friends who have been through the shits and they're getting married, dating, having kids with their new partners, they're all SO FUCKING HAPPY. They all are finally coming out the other side and I'm still lost in the middle without a flashlight.

I'm happy for everyone. JL is having a spooky little Halloween baby with her boyfriend, CD met someone, other people on my feeds are getting married and engaged, they're going places and taking pictures with these genuinely happy faces, arms linked, kissing, laughing, having the time of their lives with someone who cares. I know what I see isn't the whole story. But what I see is what I want, even if there are squabbles and obstacles behind the scenes, at least they all like each other.

I am just so tired of trying.

Twice in less than a month I have ended up with migraines so bad I've been nauseous. The first was a week or two ago. I had to leave work early and it was the most terrifying drive of my life. Every time I moved my eyes I wanted to vomit, every time I blinked I was afraid my body would decide it was time to nap and I'd doze off. I didn't know what was wrong at first, I've never had a migraine that bad. I picked up headache medicine and tums on my break and they didn't help. I was dry heaving off and on the rest of the afternoon until I finally was able to leave.

Yesterday I felt the tension headache coming on but I made it through the day somehow. By the time I got home I was nauseous, feverish, and in so much pain. Some time after 5:00 when I had dry heaved as much as I could I was able to finally drift off until about 7:00 when I finally felt a little more human.

The stress of this marriage is affecting my physical health now. I cannot and will not live like that. I have to protect myself and my health. I still have a tight neck and lingering head pain. It felt like I was being kicked in the forehead yesterday. Today it's more an occasional rap on the top of my skull.

I'm so tired of the half assed, apologetic lies I get. All the bullshit that is supposed to be said gets said. I mention his drinking is out of control, he says he'll stop next week. Of course, my bitter self scoffed at that. How many weeks ago did he first say next week? It's always next week and never today. I'm tired of waiting for next week, whenever that happens to be. I'm tired of the fighting, I'm tired of the bullshit, I'm tired of the meaningless truce that gets made each time. I'm tired of pretending I've not just been through an emotional paper shredder that is starting to leave more and more frayed nerves behind. I'm tired of crying.

I'm tired of feeling like the only way to make it stop is to hurt myself. I did it a couple weeks ago, I did it again yesterday. If, by some strange chance, anyone sees it, I guess I'll give whatever answer fits best. It hurt so much I had to hurt myself to make what I felt inside quiet down. I kept having these terrible thoughts of slashing my arms to ribbons but I'm not trying to die. I just want the pain to stop. No one knows about this. I can't tell anyone, they'll ask too many questions and maybe attempt to intervene in some way. I don't need a damn intervention. I need someone to hold me while I cry and tell me it's going to be okay until I stop. I need a fucking sincere hug from someone who actually cares.

My hand hurts from punching the wall last night. I think I jammed my middle finger.

What the hell am I going to do tonight?

[unangelic-thoughts]

Supposed to Hate You (Abby Anderson x Reader)

Summary: When your roomate's behaviour forces you to find shelter at your best friend's place, you don't expect to end up in the same bed as the one person you hate…her girlfriend.

Warnings: NSFW smut 18+, infidelity

Word Count: 2.5k

Slamming my apartment door shut behind me, I storm out towards the staircase with a small backpack of my belongings over my shoulder. I pull my phone out of my pocket, my fingers frantically tapping into the Lyft app to request a ride. As I exit the building, I let out a loud huff I'd been holding. My roommate, Mel, has gotten on my last nerve. She decided to have a full blown party without even asking first, the music blaring loudly as I tried to relax in my bedroom. As soon as some random ass drunk dude walked into my room and threw up all over my floor, I decided I'd had enough. Without putting much thought into it, I packed my bag and left. So here I am now, knocking on my best friend's door near to midnight.

It doesn't take long for her to answer, a confused look momentarily appearing on her face when she finally opens the door. In my annoyed state, I didn't even I ask her if I could come over, I just came.

"Y/N. Hey. What are you doing here?" She asks, opening the door to let me in.

"Nora, I really need a place to stay tonight. Mel's being an absolute dick again!" I exclaim and she nods, giving me a knowing look. I place my bag on the floor and we both take our usual seats on her sofa. We talk for a while as I explain tonight's events to her, trying my best to not get riled up again.

"You can stay in my room, I'll sleep in Leah's since she's away for a few days. I know she won't mind."  She explains, smiling at me. I thank her and we exchange good nights, both of us feeling exhausted by our busy days.

After changing into an oversized t-shirt, I pull  the lilac-coloured covers over me as I get myself comfortable in Nora's bed. I grab my phone from the night stand, deciding to scroll through Instagram until I become a little more sleepy.

I roll my eyes at Mel's pictures of her and some others doing shots on our kitchen counter. Furiously scrolling my thumb past it, the screen stops on one of Nora's recent posts. She's standing next to a smiling Abby who's got her arm draped around her shoulder. If it weren't for the fact that Abby's an asshole, I'd say they make a cute couple. My eyes linger on Abby a little longer than I'd like to admit and then I remind myself that I'm supposed to hate her; mostly because she seems to hate me. Ever since her and Nora met and started dating, she's had this bizarre idea that I'm in love with Nora, even though we've been best friends since forever.

I can't say it hasn't caused a rift between our friendship but I try my best to bite my tongue whenever Abby snaps at me so I don't make things worse. All Nora wants is for us to get along, but apparently Abby doesn't have the same idea.

I shake my head and place my phone back on the bed side table, refusing to give Abby any more space in my thoughts. I turn to my side, grabbing a spare pillow to hug and soon enough I fall into a deep slumber.

——

I am slowly woken by a heaviness on top of me and a wet feeling on my neck. It takes me a minute to fully wake up as I try to force my eyes open, only to realise it's too dark to be able to see anything. My  hands extend in front of me as my palms come into contact with a sturdy but soft chest, and it finally registers that the wetness on my neck is from the trail of kisses being left on it.

"Hey baby." I hear the person say in a seductive whisper. It takes my brain a moment to realise that the voice belongs to none other than Abby.

"Ab-" As I try to speak, a pair of lips crash onto mine. I try to push Abby off of me but her kiss distracts me, making my head spin. My lips start to move as if on autopilot and it feels like I've lost control of my entire body. My hands slide from her chest to the back of her neck, bringing her closer to me, deepening our kiss.

Abby pulls back ever so slightly,  as she whispers "Nora"; this quickly snaps me out of my daze as a million thoughts go through my head and I push her off of me. I sit up on the bed, trying to create as much distance as I can between us.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Abby asks, confusion evident in her voice. My breathing becomes heavy, as I try to find the rights words to respond with. What was I thinking, kissing her back? She would obviously think I'm Nora, this is her bedroom for God's sake! 

"I'm not Nora." I finally admit. There's a moment's silence before Abby leans over, switching the light on beside the bed. She looks at me with wide eyes as she processes through the situation we're currently in.

"What the fuck? Y/N? What are you doing here?" She demands, starting to sound kind of pissed.

"I had roommate issues so Nora let me stay in her bedroom while she's taken Leah's room." I explain, not being able to keep eye contact with her. She furrows her eyebrows, and it looks like she's finally understanding the situation but then she says, "You kissed me back. Why did you kiss me back?"

"I-I didn't kiss you back." I reply in a defensive tone.

"Yes, you did. Is it because you thought I was Nora? Is that it?" She asks, shooting daggers into my eyes.

"What the hell? No! I was asleep and confused and I wasn't expecting someone to grope me whilst I was unconscious!" I respond much more aggressively.  Abby sighs and gets up from the bed. It looks like she can't decide whether she believes me or not. I stand up as well, not wanting her to think that she intimidates me.

"All I wanted was to surprise Nora, knowing that Leah's away, so we could get some alone time together. She didn't even tell me you were staying over." Abby says in a hasrsh whisper and runs her hand across her face, momentarily closing her eyes.

"It's probably because it was really late and I showed up unannounced because of how pissed off I was. Stop overthinking it." I say, trying to keep my voice down too so as to not wake up Nora. I don't even want to consider what she would think if she found Abby and I in here together. I'd rather not have to explain it.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm just gonna go." Abby points to the door with her thumb and walks towards it; for some odd reason, my legs make their way to her direction. I'm about to respond with something sarcastic when she turns  over to face me, clasping a hand over mouth. We look at each other as we both hear Nora coming out of Leah's room and walk towards the kitchen. We keep eye contact until we hear the sound of the door closing again, indicating that Nora's gone back to bed. Her palm is still resting over my mouth and I can't help but think how good her fingers feel against my skin. My gaze unintentionally falls from her eyes to her lips and I can tell by the twitch of her eyebrow that she noticed.

Her hand slowly slides down from my face, mirroring my movement by looking down at my lips. Everything around us is quiet, the only sound coming from our breathing. There's an unfamiliar churning in my stomach, almost like...butterflies? No way, I hate her. And besides that, she's my best friend's girlfriend. I'm not supposed to have these kinds of feelings towards her.

I force my eyes away from her lips, to her ocean coloured ones. I look up at her with hooded eyes, feeling annoyed by her irritatingly attractive presence. I hate her. I hate her. I hate her.

"God, you're the most irritating person I know. I hate you, you know that?!" I say, not being able to stop these intense feelings that have suddenly risen up inside of me. I barely have to raise my voice, because we're only inches apart.

Her tongue brushes against her bottom lip, followed by her teeth grazing over it while she simultaneously rolls her eyes and places both hands on her hips. Her eyes fall back on me and she chuckes. "I feel the same way sweetheart."

I take a small step closer to her, our bodies now touching. I straighten my back, trying to reach to her height and smile sarcastically, "Good." She takes me by surprise when she grabs me by the shoulders, switching our places so that I'm by the door. She lightly pushes me against it and places her hands on the door beside my head, trapping me.

"Admit it." She says, her teeth clenched in anger. I notice the definition in her jaw and it momentarily throws me off.

"Admit what?" I reply, mimicking her tone.

"That you're in love with Nora." Abby says, her teeth still clenched.

I scoff in frustration, not understanding why she's so obsessed with the idea that I'm in love with her girlfriend. "For the last fucking time, I am not in love with Nora." I groan, resting my head back on the door. Her expression changes to surprise for only a second before it returns back to the anger. The only way I notice this is because she's so damn close to me.

"I don't believe you." She replies, shaking her head. I try to shove her backwards but fail miserably, her strong figure keeping her in place.

"I don't know what else you want me to say or do to make you believe me. Okay?" I say, my voice raising slightly. I clench and unclench my hands on my sides, the desperation to prove her wrong rising in my chest. I'm frantically racking my brain on how I can get her to believe me, wanting this endless misunderstanding to just be over with. It only takes a couple of breaths before I settle on a solution, but I don't wait to rationalize whether it's a good one. 

"There's nothing you ca-" I leap foward, cutting her off mid-sentense as I crash my lips onto hers. I pull back immediately and look at her face for a reaction. There's a mixture of confusion and something else I can't quite put my finger own. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips slightly open as if she's trying to decide on what to say next.

There's a few moments of silence between us until she finally asks, "What was that?"

I shrug, suddenly feeling very small compared to her. "I don't kno-" I'm about to say, but this time, she cuts me off by crashing her lips onto mine. She presses her body foward so that I'm flush against the door and I involuntarily let out a soft moan. My hands instinctively wrap around her neck, bringing her even closer to me.

Abby pulls back ever so slightly so that we're not kissing anymore but our lips still touch when she shakes her head and says, "We shouldn't." I nod in agreement, although I don't move away and neither does she.

Our lips connect again and the feeling between my legs that I'd been trying to ignore is becoming stronger. I pull my legs shut to try and relieve the ache. Abby immediately notices because her knee slips between my legs, forcing them back open as another moan escapes my lips.

"Abby, we have to stop. " I say breathlessly as I pull back from her mouth. 

"Don't." She declares firmly.

"Don't what?" I ask, uncertain of her comment.

"Don't say my name like that because I won't be able to stop." She mutters under her breath but I hear her perfectly. Her confession hits me hard in the chest and...elsewhere too. It makes me want to say her name again and again.

"Abby." I moan and I feel her stiffen. She moves her lips down to my jaw and then my neck, sucking my sweet spot. I tilt my head to the side, giving her further access. My hands move up her neck to grip her hair, and this time, she's the one moaning.

Her hands grip the hem of my oversized tee, pulling it over my head. Her mouth goes straight to my naked breast, sucking hard on my left nipple whilst her fingers play with the other. I grind up against her, wanting to feel more of her. My hands slip down to her trousers, unbuttoning them one button at a time and pulling them down to her knees. I move forward and she lets me walk her backwards to the bed. She sits on the mattress, laying her back onto it while her lips are still attached to my body. I straddle her right thigh whilst her legs are wide open and I take this chance to slice my hand under her panties, touching her slick heat. It's the most arousing thing I've ever experienced and my only mission is to make her feel good. My fingers slide up and down her pussy as she gasps for air. I begin to circle my fingers around her clit, and I know I've hit the right spot when she buckles her hips towards them.

I don't realise I've been grinding against her thigh until I feel the pool of wetness underneath me. I grind harder against her but it's not enough. With my free hand, I slip my panties to the side so that my heat is flush against her skin. I bite my lip hard to stop myself from making any sounds, although it proves to be very difficult the closer to my release I get.

I slip a finger inside Abby's cunt, absolutely loving the way she feels wrapped around it. She starts letting a loud moan out, so I clasp my other hand around her mouth to stop her. I lean down and replace my hand with my mouth just as I slip a second finger in. I pump in and out of her as I feel her walls contract. I place my thumb on her clit, throwing her over the edge of her climax. Her supressed moans and the feeling of my drenched fingers inside of her, makes me grind more aggresively against her exposed thigh. It doesn't take long before I'm cumming as well, fireworks travelling from my mound to my whole body.

I kiss her furiously to keep both of our moans down, my eyes clasped shut in ecstasy. We stay in the same position for a while, our heavy breaths the only sound in the room. I slide my body off of her, lying next to her on the bed. I rest my arm over my eyes and try to steady my breathing. Neither of us say anything at all, knowing that our bodies have done all the talking already.

[mypunkpansexualtwin]

You KNOW i'm here to ask about Cat 📝👀 🥵🧠👀👂😍💘🦴💞🔥💐

You've really got the brainrot, huh? Honestly, same.

Anyways! Let's get these answered, under a cut cause it's gonna be beefy. And if anyone wants to ask more, here's the questions!

🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition? It's kinda 50/50. She's 6'8, roughly 300 lbs of muscle, scar tissue, and friendliness. Not everyone's into big and there's plenty of folks who are happy to make that her problem I'm not projecting, but for the folks who do like that sort of thing, she's a dream come true. Isn't she, hon? 😏

🧠 : What is your OC’s most mentally attractive attribute? Her openness, I'd say. Very free with compliments, happy to chat with a stranger about whatever, naturally kind and friendly, quick to offer her help and her trust, etc. She wears her heart on her sleeve regardless of how many times it gets torn off and stomped into the dirt and just radiates Friend Energy.

👀 : Does your OC believe they are attractive? Do they use that to their advantage? That's... a complicated question. She's personally very happy with her body, likes how it looks and what she's capable of, is happy with her vibrant, meticulously matched hair and lipstick and haphazardly smudged-on eyeshadow, but given her experiences with other people and choices she made with her transition, she doesn't believe she's particularly attractive to anyone else. And no, partly because you can't use what you don't know you have, and partly because she's not inclined to take advantage of anything really.

👂 : Does your OC have an attractive voice? I don't know how to describe it, but short answer, I'd definitely say so. In my head she sounds like Natasha Lyonne. Between that and her main real life reference being Natasha Aughey, she's got a lot of Natashas in her influence.

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others? Kindness. Not necessarily on the level she gives, and not necessarily niceness. In fact, she's a sucker for someone who's kind, but also a massive bitch about it. Someone who can draw a line and enforce a boundary better than she can. The ability to see past what she does, to why she does it? If they understand she's what she is by choice and that nice doesn't always equal happy, on top of being right there next to her to help someone who needs it but also more than willing to get catty at the ones who are dicks about it, she's probably already smitten. Also, strong legs and pretty eyes.

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming? A good flirt? Not fuckin' remotely, at least not on purpose. She's definitely charming though, especially when she's not thinking about it. Very free and easy with affection and touch; hugs, holding hands, casual arm around a shoulder, sat next to someone and leaning on them while they're each doing they're own thing, etc. Good listener even if she has no idea what people are talking about, friendly and honest, always willing to help and forgive, etc. She's had a fair few secret admirers (in part only secret because she's dense as hell) because of it.

🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like? Not remotely. She's kissed a few people, sure, but not many. Had a serious relationship with a girl back home that... didn't end well. They got to the clothes-finally-coming-off part of things and she kinda flipped out at Cat being trans and not telling her (because Cat didn't really realize the specifics of what was in her underwear was gonna be such a big deal). Then-girlfriend said a lot of not-so-kind things all at once and then never said anything to her again after storming off. She hasn't really trusted anyone to get that close since. As for what she'd be like, after getting over the initial nerves and getting some experience under her belt (heh), she's enthusiastic. Swings between fast and eager enough to forget her own considerable strength, or slow and careful, bordering on full on worship like she's trying to memorize her partner. And if someone else wants to take the lead and give orders, she's more than happy to benefit from their experience.

💞 : Do they treat sex casually or do they view it as something with a lot of emotional weight? It's not full-on "Only With The One" levels of serious, but there's definitely some weight there. Again, given her experiences, her lack of experience, and her, uh, choice of equipment when she had her magic-fueled transition, there has to be at least some level of genuine trust there. It doesn't have to be True Love or whatever, but it's gotta mean something, even if it's just "hey, you're my friend who's had my back in all these other things, I know you won't hurt me here either."

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered? What isn't??? If it's overt enough to get through to her that someone isn't Just Being Nice, she's gonna turn pink and forget half the words she knows. She's not used to any kind of romantic gestures; whether it's gifts, dates, or just being made to feel pretty, she's hopeless. And again, anyone who bothers to look past the smiles and apparent naivete to see the sheer amount of work she puts into choosing to be kind, that heart is no longer being worn on her sleeve, it is in their pocket now and let's hope they take care of it.

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone? She's not really one to do the pursuing, partly because by the time she's noticed that someone's interested, it's because they beat her over the head with it. If she likes someone enough to get over the crippling depression and self worth issues Make A Move, it's very nervous, kinda overthinking, Sticking To The Basics. Flowers, gifts, maybe ask them to dinner, all in that awkward, endearingly clumsy way she does anything she thinks too hard about. Might miss the mark trying to Stick To The Rules of courting rather than actually remembering what the person likes, and may have to be reminded to relax a few times, but her heart's in the right place and she's doing her best.