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its-time-to-write · 2 years ago

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Hiiii, I’d love to see Jamie and the reader having to randomly babysit Phoebe - happy for you to decide where the plot goes from there! ❤️

Here it is! A little bit of comedy, a little bit of angst. For reference, Molly is Roy’s sister. I read a fic once that called her that, and it’s been the name that’s stuck. Oh, and this references Phoebe’s dad and he’s a tool, so be aware of that. Thanks for requesting!

stick together like glitter

Jamie doesn’t have training because Roy has to watch Phoebe, and you don’t have work because of some random furlough day. This means it’s your first real break together in a very long time. All his extra training has meant that you two haven’t spent as much time together as either of you would like, but you two have plans today.

You had spent the night at Jamie’s last night since he didn’t have to be up at 3, and so you could stay up late and sleep in. You’re both passed out, Jamie’s arm thrown around your waist, when there’s a knock at the door.

You and Jamie jolt up and he lets out a raspy, “What the hell?”

He rolls over to go answer the door.

“Pants!” you call before he reaches the top of the stairs. He backtracks and picks his plaid pajama bottoms off a chair. He thumps bleary-eyed down the stairs to see who’s there.

You hear muffled voices for a few minutes, then the door shuts and Jamie calls, “Babe! Can you come here a minute?”

You grab a pair of Jamie’s sweats out of a drawer and pad down the stairs, where you are met by Jamie and Phoebe of all people.

“Hey Pheebs!” you say, surprise waking you up a little. “What’re you doing here?”

“Mum’s at work and Uncle Roy was supposed to watch me, but something came up so he brought me here. Jamie said it was ok if I spent the day with you.”

You smile at Phoebe and look up at Jamie. He shrugs sheepishly. “Can’t say no, could I? Look at her.”

He and Phoebe grin at you angelically.

You try to sigh, but it comes out sounding like a laugh. “Alright, come on. Have you had breakfast yet?”

Phoebe shakes her head. “Uncle Roy was just starting the toast when he got the phone call. I don’t mind though, because today does not feel like a toast kind of day.”

“I agree,” Jamie says to Phoebe, “today doesn’t feel like a toast kind of day. Lucky for you, I’ve been told my pancake recipe is better than-” he catches himself, “Well, they’re really fucking good. Won’t take long.”

He holds out his hand for Phoebe to take, and he leads her to the kitchen.

—

That’s how you ended up in Jamie’s kitchen, still in your pajamas, while Phoebe chatters on about the book Roy is reading her as Jamie flips pancakes and drops chocolate chips to make smiley faces.

It’s weirdly domestic in a way you two have never been before, and you’re not sure how you feel about it. You certainly don’t have negative feelings, that’s for sure.

“What do you want to do today, Phoebe?” you ask.

She shrugs. “Uncle Roy was going to take me to the library and then to pick up flowers for Keeley, and then we were going to get ice cream. I wanted to play Princesses and Dragons, because I got new dragon claws. They’re in my backpack, want to see?”

“I do!” Jamie says.

You laugh. “I would love to! I think we can still do a lot of that today, ice cream included. None for Jamie though, he hates ice cream.” Phoebe gasps, and Jamie turns from the stove, offended.

“Babe,” he says in a scandalized tone, “you’d lie to a child? I fucking love ice cream!”

You raise an eyebrow and deadpan, “You do not, you said you’d rather eat that disgusting pureed spinach.”

“Babe,” he replies, “I literally cannot believe you right now.” He turns to Phoebe. “Pheebs, you believe me, yeah? What kind of monster don’t like ice cream?”

Phoebe looks from you to Jamie. You’re doing your absolute best to maintain a straight face, and Jamie’s comedic beseeching look is not helping.

Phoebe squints at you in such a Roy-like manner that you break, dissolving into giggles. She joins in, and Jamie lets out a faux sigh of relief. Today’s going to be fun.

—

It’s late in the afternoon now, and you, Jamie, and Phoebe have been all over Richmond. Phoebe checked out three large books from the library while Jamie followed you to the murder mystery section. You whispered the plots to him until Phoebe tapped your elbow to let you know she was ready to go.

You stopped at the flower shop, and Jamie bought one flower for you and one of Phoebe. She loved it, and twirled it as she walked.

Your last stop was for ice cream, where she explained the pros and cons of each flavor, and why Uncle Roy believes any flavor other than cherry chip should be illegal.

Now, you’re walking back to Jamie’s house, holding Phoebe’s hands in between you. Her flower is safely poking out of her backpack.

“Jamie,” she says, “why does Uncle Roy think you’re a prick?”

Jamie chokes on air and you’re doubled over from laughter. That question came out of nowhere

“Well,” Jamie says, trying (and failing) to speak normally, “when I met your Uncle Roy, I was very young and very fit and much, much better than him at football. He didn’t like that so much, and I thought it was fuckin funny, so I just made fun of him for it. And me dad was kind of mean to me a lot, so I s’pose it was just easier to be a prick to everyone. Pretty sure he likes me know though.” Jamie pauses. “I’m less prickish now that this one came along.” He grins at you and winks, and you’re blushing like you’re a teenager.

Phoebe is digesting all of this, and your footsteps slow as you approach Jamie’s doorstep. Finally she says, “If we play Princesses and Dragons, will you be the princess?”

“Only if I get a sparkly crown,” Jamie replies.

Phoebe seems satisfied by this answer so she turns to you and asks if you want to be a dragon like her or a knight.

“Knight,” you reply, no hesitation.

“Aw, babe, you gonna rescue me?” Jamie asks, pushing open the door for you and Phoebe.

You playfully pat his cheek as you walk by, not missing the way his eyes wander from yours to your lips.

“Come on!” Phoebe shouts. She’s already at the door to the backyard. “We have to hurry before Uncle Roy gets back!”

—

It turns out that there is no need to hurry. Roy texted Jamie with a simple going to be longer than fucking expected, and a sorry to ruin your date night to you.

Not a problem! you replied. Hope everything’s alright, and let Molly know that we can keep Phoebe overnight if she needs.

Roy responds with a simple x, which is more than Jamie got, but he doesn’t care because Phoebe’s explaining to him the difference between a crocodile and an alligator in great detail over dinner.

You’re a little worried. Jamie is too, you can tell. His forehead gained a slight crease when he read Roy’s text. Neither Roy nor Phoebe have offered any explanation as to what had come up, and you just hope everything’s all right. You’re relatively certain it has to do with Keeley, especially because she hasn’t texted either of you all day. Phoebe is (you hope) oblivious, although she’s incredibly observant, so she’s probably already pieced together more than you and Jamie have.

It’s a little past 8pm now, and Phoebe is beginning to yawn in your lap. Jamie’s sitting next to you on the couch, one arm around your shoulders as he hums along to Tangled. Phoebe’s wearing one of your t-shirts, and it’s long enough to be a dress on her. After an especially big yawn, you stand up and carry her to one of the guest rooms, a perk of Jamie’s fucking enormous house.

“Jaim and I will be in that door right over there,” you whisper. “The night light will stay on all night, and we’ll keep on the light in the hall. If you wake up and need anything, you can yell for us. We’ll be awake watching tv for a while, and I’m a light sleeper anyway, so don’t be afraid to shout if you need something.”

Phoebe nods sleepily, and you kiss her on the forehead. You pull the blanket up to her chin as Jamie says softly, “Goodnight, kid.”

“‘Night Jamie,” Phoebe whispers back.

You and Jamie get up and slip out the door, shutting it behind you softly. You pause in the hall, back to the door. Jamie’s close to you, and both of you have concern written on your faces.

You really had a wonderful time with Phoebe today, and you don’t mind the fact that she’s spending the night. Jamie has extra toothbrushes and Phoebe thinks it’s fun to wear your shirt to bed, but this is nowhere near how you thought the day was going to go. It’s just not like Roy or Molly not to call or to be out this late.

Strike that; it’s not like Roy or Molly to be out this late for a reason that makes you feel especially joyous.

Your brows are knit together so tight that Jamie has to physically smooth them with his thumb.

“I’m worried too, love,” he says softly.

—

You’re both wide awake in bed, listening for Phoebe (she’s snoring) and checking your respective phones (still nothing). It’s not until 10:30pm that Jamie’s phone lights up with a call from Roy. He’s out of bed and down the stairs in an instant, just in case Phoebe can hear him.

You’re still in bed picking at your nails, when your phone dings. It’s Molly.

She’s sent a long paragraph but the gist of it is what you’re sure Roy is telling Jamie on the phone:

I had an extra long shift today, which is why Roy was supposed to watch Phoebe. When he showed up to the house, Phoebe’s dad was outside, lurking in his car. I didn’t like it and neither did Roy, so he dropped her off with you to find out why he was coming ‘round.

You shiver. You haven’t heard a lot about Phoebe’s dad, but you know that she and Jamie have shitty fathers in common. They had been talking about it earlier that afternoon, her expressing frustration and him gently explaining that none of it was her fault.

You go back to Molly’s text.

Turns out the bastard was here to take Phoebe. He got high and decided to just grab her, I guess. He and Roy got into it, so then Keeley had to bail Roy out of jail for assault and it became this whole thing because Roy wanted to make sure that prick was never allowed to be near Phoebe. He’s been pulling strings all day, filling out restraining orders and shit. Phoebe doesn’t know any of this, and I don’t want her to, but it sounds like her dad’s going away for a long time. Roy and Keeley have been at it all day. They know a lot of the right people, between the two of them.

Three bubbles appear, then disappear. You type, You’re more than welcome to come over and spend the night, Molls.

She replies, Only if I can borrow your toothbrush.

Despite yourself, you smile. You and Molly grew up together and got even closer after Roy was recruited for football, so you both understand that when the other offers something, they mean it.

She says, Be over in fifteen. Love you, so you send her a heart. You hear footsteps and look up to see Jamie in the doorway. “That was Roy,” he says, face somber.

You lift your phone slightly. “Heard from Molly,” you reply. “She’ll be here in fifteen minutes. She’s spending the night.”

Jamie nods and settles heavily into bed next to you.

He blows out a breath. “Fuckin hell.”

“Yeah,” you agree.

“Poor Pheebs,” he continues. “I know how she’s gonna feel when she finds out.”

You rest your head on his shoulder. “Do you think that Molly and Roy should handle it differently?”

“Fuck no,” Jamie responds, “wish my mum had a brother like Roy to lock up my piece-of-shit dad. Still, he’s her dad, isn’t he? Doesn’t matter how much of a prick he is, she’s still gonna fucking love him.”

You’re silent for a moment. “Jamie,” you say finally, “d’you think she’ll be alright?”

Jamie turns his head to you. “‘Course she’ll be alright,” he says. “It ain’t easy, but she’s got an amazing mum, plus Roy and Keeley. I fucking made it, and I only had me mum.”

He can tell you’re still not satisfied. “Look, babe- as shitty as Phoebe’s dad is, she’ll be alright. It won’t happen overnight, but she’s a tough kid. She’s got people who fuckin love her and who want to protect her. She’ll make it through.”

You nod. You two sit in silence until there’s a light knock on the door. It’s Molly.

You wrap her in a tight hug, a million unspoken words lingering between you two. You take her to Phoebe’s room and hand her an extra pair of your clean pajamas.

Phoebe says a sleepy, “Mum?” so you sneak out the door and shut it silently.

You head back to Jamie, and now it’s your turn to flop onto the bed. It’s been a long day, and you have a feeling tomorrow is going to be even longer. Jamie pulls you onto his chest in a tight hug, and you finally fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart.

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annafayeink · 1 month ago

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Crawling Back to You

Summary: Luigi disappeared without a word. When Cassie stumbles back into his life after months of silence, she finds someone unrecognizable, distant, exhausted, buried under the weight of something he refuses to talk about. But Cassie won't let him disappear again.

Warnings & Tags: Friends to lovers, slow burn, hurt/comfort, angst, chronic pain & spondylolisthesis, depression, multiple pov, found family vibes, dark shit—prepare for possible tears

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Chapter One

Cassie

I hate grocery stores.

The harsh lights, the crowded aisles, the carts rattling across the tiled floor—absolute hell. I’ve got punk rock blasting in my ears, drowning out the chaos. I don’t care if I look ridiculous nodding along to the beat, it keeps me moving. Get in, get out. That’s the plan.

I glance at my phone. 7:42 PM. I could have been home for half an hour now, but my fridge is a wasteland, and I'd rather suffer through this than live off dry cereal for another day. My basket is already half full—rice, some meat, a problematic amount of snacks…

The song changes. I mouth the lyrics under my breath and bounce my hips while I scan the ice cream labels, looking for the lactose-free options. I pick up something with chocolate for a proper dopamine rush, throw it in the basket with the rest of my questionable choices and I’m moving again in a heartbeat.

Then something shifts in my peripheral vision. A glimpse of dark curls.

Oh my god.

A profile I’d recognize anywhere.

My stomach drops. My breath catches. Everything halts.

Lu.

I stop so suddenly that the woman behind nearly crashes into me but I barely notice her. My heart is already hammering in my chest.

Luigi Mangione. Right here. In front of me. After seven months of silence.

My first instinct is to drop the basket and run to him, to throw my arms around his neck like no time has passed. But then I really see him.

Something is wrong.

He’s thinner. Not dramatically, but enough to make my stomach twist uncomfortably. His broad shoulders still fill out his hoodie, but there’s something off—a slouch that wasn’t there before, like he’s holding himself carefully.

And his face… He hasn’t shaved. Lu always shaves. He used to joke that "stubble makes me look like a wannabe mobster," but now his jaw is shadowed, rough. His dark curls are slightly unkempt, like he hasn’t cared enough to fix them. But worst of all?

He’s walking weird.

Not limping, exactly, but moving with obvious stiffness, like every step requires effort and caution. Like every shift of weight is calculated. Like he’s in pain and trying not to show it.

My stomach tightens and suddenly I kind of want to hurl. What happened to you?

For a second, I just stand there, because I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say. Because I haven’t seen him in months, and I thought—

He’s moving with his shoulders hunched under the weight of something I don’t yet understand yet. But I want to.

His jaw is tight. His hand grips the cart like he needs to hold onto something. He looks alone. And I can’t take it anymore.

Before I can overthink it, I pull my headphones down around my neck. The store is too loud again, and some child is shrieking in the next aisle, but I couldn't care less.

I follow him until I’m right behind. “Lu?”

He freezes. Turns slowly to look at me, almost as if he’s scared of what he’ll find. When our eyes meet, it feels like the floor disappears under my feet.

His eyes widen—just for a second—before something guarded slams into place. His expression changes. Not surprise. Not relief.

Guilt.

“Cassie,” he says, as my name is unfamiliar in his mouth. His voice sounds rough, like he hasn’t used it much lately. “Wow. Hey.”

I force a smile, ignoring the fact that my hands are gripping my basket too tightly. “Holy shit. It’s really you.”

He blinks a few times, like he’s still trying to process this. And then, as if switching to autopilot, he forces a smile.

That’s how I know something is really, really wrong.

Because it’s not real.

I know Lu. I know all of his smiles. I know the ones he gives when he’s happy, when he’s embarrassed, when he’s trying to keep from laughing.

But this isn’t any of those. It’s the kind of smile you give when you don’t want someone to worry about you. When you’re trying to make them believe you’re okay.

It doesn’t work on me. Because he stopped returning my calls. Because he hasn’t answered any of my messages in seven months. Because he moved to a city where no one knew him and never even told me or any of his other friends.

Because I’m standing right in front of him and he looks like he wants to disappear.

I search his face for any sign of the guy I knew, the guy who used to beam at me across the game dev meetings, who’d high-five me after a ridiculous Smash Bros win, who’d toss me his hoodie when I complained about the cold, grumbling about how I’m so predictable.

That guy isn’t here.

And suddenly, I’m pissed.

He left. He disappeared without a word, shut me out, ignored every single check-in, every stupid meme I sent just to remind him I still existed. Seven months. And now he’s standing in front of me like he never expected to see me again and doesn’t know how to deal with it.

I push down the anger with a slow, inconspicuous exhale. That’s not the priority right now.

I shift my basket to my other hand like this is just some casual conversation between acquaintances. Like I can't sense the turning gears in his brain searching for an escape route. “What have you been up to?”

His jaw tenses. He glances at the produce section like he’d rather talk to the goddamn oranges. “Not much.”

I narrow my eyes and shove my free hand into my hoodie pocket, pretend everything is fine.

“Still working in AI?” I prod.

His hesitation is so brief I almost miss it. Then he nods. “Yeah. Freelancing.”

Something in his tone makes me think that’s not the full truth. But I don’t push. I don’t want to scare him off.

Instead, I glance at the groceries in his cart. Not many. Like he’s buying just enough to get by. Oat milk, a few cans of soup, some protein bars, a loaf of bread. Nothing fresh. Nothing real. And I don’t like that either.

“You done shopping?” I ask, keeping my voice light.

Another pause. He shifts his weight slightly, like standing in one place is uncomfortable. “Yeah.”

“Did you drive here?”

“Took the bus.”

I cross my arms, tilting my head. “Cool. I’ll give you a ride.”

He blinks. “Cass—”

“Nope.” I shake my head, already snatching his cart out of his hands. “You don’t get to argue. You owe me, Mangione. Seven months of radio silence? This is me cashing in.”

He exhales sharply, looking at me like he’s trying to figure something out. But we both know it’s not worth the fight.

I always win.

Then, finally, he gives a small, tired nod. “... Okay.”

I keep the music on low as I drive. Lu is silent for the first few minutes, staring out the window, hands clasped together in his lap. I steal glances at him whenever I can.

This is weird. Lu is never quiet.

Or at least, he never used to be quiet with me.

I drum my fingers against the steering wheel, waiting. Stretching the silence to see if he’ll break it first.

He doesn’t.

I glance at him again before turning back to the road. “Seven months, Lu. That’s how long it’s been.”

From the corner of my eye, I can see his jaw tensing. He’s still silent.

“I know I stopped calling but… I still sent messages. I tried to check in. Tell you that—"

And I cut myself off before I break down.

His fingers tighten slightly where they rest on his knee. He looks like he needs time to gather his thoughts, so I give it to him.

Finally, he exhales, eyes still locked on the passing buildings. “I know.”

I wait, but he doesn’t say anything else. A breath escapes me, tight and shaky.

“Are you gonna tell me why you ghosted me, or do I have to guess?” I say, still trying to keep my voice light and casual. It’s getting almost impossible.

Another stretch of silence. Then finally, his voice, low and raw. “I wasn’t in a good place.”

It’s vague. Too vague.

“And now?” I tighten my grip on the wheel.

His lips press together. “Still working on it.”

The way he says it—the weight behind it—hits me like a punch to the ribs. I knew something was wrong. But this isn’t just wrong. This is bad.

I swallow hard. “You could’ve… said something.” I say carefully. “I could’ve helped.”

“...I didn’t know what to say.”

This is so unlike him it hurts.

I chew my lip, then glance at him again. His jaw is too tight, his hands too still, like he’s bracing for something. “So… what, you just decided to disappear instead of letting me be there for you?”

His head turns and, for a moment, I think he might be looking at me. But he’s not. His gaze is lost beyond the hood of the car. “Would it have mattered if I said anything?”

That stings like hell. I have to take a deep, shuddering breath to keep it together but I feel like I’m falling apart fast. He’s being unfair, and he knows it. He must know it.

“Of course it would’ve mattered!”

He exhales sharply and looks away again.

I don’t want to fight. I don’t want to push him too hard and make him retreat even further. Really, all I want is to reach out and hug him like before, but I feel like that would make him jump out of the car the next second.

“I was worried about you, Lu.”

His gaze lowers to his lap. He can’t even stand to look at me. The lump in my throat grows, and I tighten my fingers around the wheel.

I slow the car to stop at a red light and look at him. “You’re not gonna disappear on me again,” I say. It’s not a question. It’s a warning.

His fingers twitch. His legs shift. “I wasn’t planning on running into you,” he says, like that makes anything better.

“Well, lucky you,” I mutter. “Fate said fuck your plans.”

I expect a smile. A smirk. Some flicker of the old Lu—but nothing.

My chest tightens impossibly. It’s hard to breathe.

The light turns green. I press the gas.

Lu doesn’t say anything else. But he’s not looking out the window anymore, either.

When we pull up to his apartment building, all I can think about is how gray it is. And small. He reaches for the door handle like he’s ready to get the hell out of here, but I stop him with a hand on his arm.

The muscles tense under my fingers and he freezes the same way he did when I called his name at the store. I remove my hand immediately, afraid of making everything worse.

I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. All I know is I can’t let him walk away again and pretend I don’t exist.

“Can I see you again? Please?”

His head snaps toward me. This time, there’s real emotion in his eyes. Surprise. Maybe hesitation.

I keep going before he can say no.

“Because I can’t just go on with my life and forget about you, Lu,” I say, my voice soft but firm as hell. “I’ll sit right here and wait for you to come out again like a fucking creep if I have to.”

He stares at me for a long moment. He looks… lost. Like he doesn’t know what to do with the fact that someone refuses to let him fade into nothing again. And for the first time since I saw him in that store—I see something break.

His shoulders sag, just slightly. His fingers tighten on the handle. He nods once.

“Okay.” It’s so quiet I almost miss it. Then he takes a deep breath, like it’s hard to fill his lungs with oxygen.

Okay. It’s not much. But it’s enough for now.

He doesn’t say anything else before grabbing his groceries and stepping out of the car. I watch him until the glass door closes behind him.

And then I cry.

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useless-polls · 7 months ago

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arminsbf · 1 year ago

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im rlly loving armin today…..tell me somethings about him….

HI DAHLIA!!!! me too omg literally every day 💗💗💗

i don’t know if this makes any sense at all because i’m just yapping but here you go!!!

before you dated it was SO fucking obvious that you liked each other — it became a running joke in the friend group about how he was so clearly in love with you

and yet I think it would take a long time before you two actually got together!! you had to be the one to admit your feelings — because ever since he realized how he felt, he stood by NEVER telling you abt it js because he was so scared you would reject him

but… srsly… he loves you so much. he’s so much happier now that he has you and that he doesn’t have to hide it anymore!!

mf sleeps SO MUCH, especially in the summer because he’ll be out in the sun all day and come home exhausted

he loves to watch movies with you but trust half of time he will js pass out while cuddling w you!!

basically whenever he’s touching you he gets tired :( you’re js so warm n comfy… he just… 😴😴😴

but that shows how much he trusts you!!!!! you’re really one of the only people he can be vulnerable around — even w how close he is to eren and mikasa

if you have long hair, he’ll learn how to do a ponytail, and then a braid… with help from you and from youtube 😭 he thinks it looks cute on you n he likes that he did it himself :3

maybe he’ll learn a french braid if u like when he does it enough!

loves spending time with you even if you’re doing literally nothing. he enjoys js being in the same room as you even if you’re doing something else

STUDYING!!!! you know he is such a nerd… he really does spend a lot of his free time studying/doing his work. his favorite thing though is working while you’re in the room!! like I said he really js likes being around you… you don’t have to be interacting.

he just likes having you there, even if you’re just on your phone or smth! he likes hearing your breathing, and having something to look at. he feels like a weirdo because it’s not much different from being by himself — but he loves you so much and js wants to spend as much time with you as he can!!

I KNOW YOU SAID THIS BEFORE BUT HE LOVES FRUIT???? he is always eating fruit. if you like fruit too he will make you this https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLyJ1d5B/ and eat it with you

i mentioned this once but i’m so serious he ran track in high school. he ran the 400 and HATED it but all his friends did sports and he was like okay i guess i can do this…

absolute demon at beach volleyball

always hounds you abt sunscreen because he spends so much time at the beach. “no babe you’re gonna get skin cancer you need to put it on!!!!”

but he offers to do it for you so it’s not so bad :3

he is allergic to shellfish

another thing i’ve mentioned before is that I think he gets nightmares sometimes :( he might wake you up from squirming or making noise, but then you can be there for him!

he’s usually okay right after, it’s never anything too bad — mostly just falling dreams, or maybe being chased. still leaves him feeling anxious and overwhelmed, so he’ll hold you close. with you there to calm him down he can fall back asleep peacefully

hmm i think he likes to hold your hand n kiss your forehead n your nose during sex :3

he’s super clingy w you in private but he gets so embarrassed talking about it with his friends…

like of course he’s not embarrassed to talk about you and how amazing you are but he struggles to talk about how much YOU love HIM without wanting to run and hide

cook him anything and he’s instantly proposing. he loves eating food you make even if it’s not good!!!

ice cream dates!!! he likes ice cream anddd I think his favorite flavor is mint chocolate chip

there,,, a lot of random thoughts abt my bf armin i hope you enjoyed!! 💗💗💗💗

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anxresi · 2 years ago

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Brace yourselves, folks… We’re about to enter the dark, dreary and sometimes disturbing world which is Thomas Astruc on Twitter. 😧

Those possessed of a weak disposition, prone to nausea or an complete intolerance to utter bullshit may want to turn back now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (but still leave me a ‘like’, if you’re feeling generous 🙏)

Anyway, what ‘delights’ has this stand-up guy, this pioneer of mediocre cartooning, this dude on the cusp of arguing with little kids on Twitter been sharing with us, the great unwashed, at this present time? Let’s run through a brief checklist of the ‘highlights’, shall we?

*Telling people the upcoming Miraculous movie is what the fans ‘want’ but the show is what we ‘need’ (whatever THAT means, typically modest reaction from the epitome of humbleness himself).

*Saying that anyone who DARES criticise the show should ‘keep it to themselves’ or they’ll be ‘blocked for spreading negativity about the artists’ (dude thinks he can police Twitter… good luck with that!)

*Informing fanfiction writers that their work is ‘pointless’ and the only people who know what they’re doing are him and his team (If you mean ‘How To Destroy A Franchise In Five Easy Seasons… I guess he’s right)

But his favorite topic (seriously, check out his replies… we’re talking more than 50% here) concerns a fictional teenage girl he constantly decries but can’t seem to get enough of moaning about. It is of course… oh let’s face it. You know the answer to that one already. ROLL THE TWEETS!!

Yep, you guessed it. Apart from the OP being uncommonly accurate in their opinion, now apparently ‘Chloe’ has become The Not-So-Great Bearded One’s new insult of choice for anyone who dislikes what’s been done to the show. Poor ‘Karen’ never stood a chance… 😢

What a mature, grown-up type chap he is! I have no idea why he’s no longer referred to as ‘Hawk Daddy’ in polite circles, and instead called ‘Man Baby’. Just look at him, REALLY giving it a bunch of teens on Twitter who DARE imply his show is nothing but da best! You go, Thomas! Go change your dirty diaper, that is. 🤢

So, abandoning all her subtleties and nuance , reducing her to a shrieking monster and choosing to actively give characters who have arguably done FAR WORSE throughout the series much better endings means they ‘wrote it well’? Gosh, maybe getting an F in English stands for ‘Fabulous’ after all!

Guess in Thomas’s somewhat warped worldview, everyone who doesn’t like 💯 of his show from top to bottom should be placed on a plane with their main abuser to be forcibly deported and probably tortured for the rest of their sorry lives. That’ll teach them!

And who cares about stupid stuff like ‘build-up’ or ‘character-development’ if they genuinely were preparing Chloe for… what was that thing he described it as again… a ‘damnation’ arc? Let’s just flip a switch at the end of S3 to turn her into a pathetic caricature of her worst excesses without explanation, then introduce a ‘perfect’ sister out of nowhere to throw all those undesirable traits into sharp relief! And that’s not even getting into that detestable retconning flashback episode… What an absolutely fantastic idea to make everyone hate her as much as Thomas does!

No-one will notice the sudden incongruity here… after all, the average age of their audience is 5-8 so if they just throw excrement like crazed baboons about Chloe at the young audience time and time again caveman-style CHLOE: BAD. EVERYONE ELSE: GOOD the kids will chow it up like cheap chocolate ice cream! The older ones that do kick up a fuss? Who gives a ****. They don’t buy the merchandise, and where would all those hard-working producers if it wasn’t for all that cheap plastic crap?

With considerably less cars, swimming pools and exotic holidays to hard-to-pronounce destinations, that’s where! Let’s keep that bandwagon of shit a-rollin’… 🤑

Ah, now I believe this is that classic tactic otherwise known as ‘gaslighting’. When you say something as a fact over and over again, when the opposite is clearly true. Those of lesser willpower may start to accept it as reality while others (mostly those with functioning eyes, ears and brains)… won’t.

You know who was also good at that gaslighting thing, don’t you? A few clues… A Former (thank God) President? Very orange? Initials DT? Yep, that guy.

…And coincidentally, someone Thomas has been known to compare Chloe (14 year old girl, let’s not forget) to regularly. I mean, with THAT kind of accolade hanging over her head from the guy who created her, how could she ever fail?

See? What a great influence he is on the young too! Now he’s got his own handpicked gang of sycophants out of the street labelling anyone with the slightest complaint from a)pointing out the animation was slightly better last season or b)saying they miss the old transformation sequences as a ‘Chloe’. I think we’ve found his new favorite insult, and it’s the worst word he can possibly think of. Figures.

I bet he’s putting together a petition as we speak, for an official entry into the dictionary. Fortunately, there’s already one for ‘Thomas’, as in ‘Doubting Thomas’… someone who talks so much nonsense you should disbelieve anything they say. Or Thomas The Tank Engine, because whenever you mention a certain Blonde’s name in his presence, he tends to blow steam, look very heated and… you get the picture. 😆

On top of everything else, now he’s issuing threats. I have to hand it to him though… that’s a pretty good one. NO PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY MY LIFE I’LL EVEN GIVE YOU A FOOT RUB A BACK RUB AND LEARN TO LOVE ZOE ANYTHING BUT THAT NNNNNNOOOOOO….

Seriously guys, we need an immediate intervention. THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN. I’m about to book an emergency flight to France, to barricade him in his office until he promises to never again even entertain the notion of… this. Who’s with me?

(And incidentally while I’m there, does anyone want me to pick them a souvenir? A beret? Frog legs soup? One of those miniature replicas of the Eiffel Tower? Let me know by tomorrow at the latest, and I’ll see what I can do) 😊🇫🇷

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #ml salt #disney #ml #zag #ml leaks #thomas astruc #aah that felt good

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Bound by Instinct: A Teen Wolf Story

Chapter Ten

PMS, self-indulgence and dancing 18+

The thing I was dreading since the moment they told me about it happened. I hadn’t felt a pain like that before. It felt like someone was holding and squeezing my organs from the inside and wouldn’t stop for the next four days. The moment I got used to the pain, the bleeding started.

I was glad in the moment that I was prepared. Peter had purchased everything on Lydia’s list. Including the big carton of Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream.

I curled up on the couch, a heating pad pressed against my stomach, trying to will the pain away. The ache was relentless, pulsing in waves that left me breathless. I hated this. Absolutely hated it.

Peter sat on the edge of the coffee table, watching me with an amused smirk. “You look miserable, Little Wolf.”

I shot him a glare. “I am miserable.”

He held up a spoonful of ice cream. “Chocolate makes everything better.”

I narrowed my eyes but leaned forward anyway, letting him feed me a bite. The cold, rich sweetness melted on my tongue, and I let out a small, satisfied hum.

He grinned. “See? Not all parts of humanity are terrible.”

I huffed, sinking back into the cushions. “I take back what I said. This is terrible.”

Peter chuckled, stretching out beside me and pulling me into his arms. “You’ll survive.” He nuzzled into my hair, his warmth seeping into me.

“I’m not sure I will,” I muttered, wincing as another wave of pain clenched deep in my abdomen.

Without a word, Peter slid his hand over my stomach, his palm pressing gently against my skin. A strange warmth spread through me, chasing away the pain like mist under the morning sun. My body relaxed as the ache faded, leaving only a dull, distant discomfort.

He let out a slow breath, his grip tightening slightly. “Better?” he murmured, his fingers combing through my hair.

I blinked up at him, my mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. “How did you do that?”

“It’s just part of being a wolf,” he said, his voice softer now. “Taking pain away—it’s one of the few things that make us less like monsters.”

I reached up, tracing my fingers over his jaw. “You’re not a monster.”

His lips curved, but there was something unreadable in his expression. He only kissed my forehead and pulled me closer, letting the silence speak for him.

“How much longer is this supposed to last?” I grumbled, shifting against Peter’s chest as another dull cramp twisted through my stomach.

“Not sure,” he said, his fingers lazily tracing circles on my back. “Maybe another day or two.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, burying my face against him. I liked having him close like this, his warmth and steady presence easing the worst of it, but it still felt like something was missing. We couldn’t connect the way I wanted to—not without things getting messy and even more uncomfortable.

Peter must’ve sensed my frustration because he pressed a kiss to my temple. “Don’t worry, Little Wolf,” he murmured. “You’ll feel like yourself again soon.”

I sighed, debating whether to voice what was really on my mind. “It’s not just that—well, a little bit that,” I admitted, tilting my head up to look at him. “It’s just… this is the longest we’ve gone without having sex since we started.”

He blinked, then let out a deep chuckle, his lips curving into that wicked smirk. “I didn’t realize you were such a little minx.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the heat creeping up my neck. “I just like being close to you,” I mumbled.

Peter’s grip tightened, his voice dropping into that smooth, teasing tone. “Oh, I know exactly what you like.” He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin. “And don’t worry, Little Wolf. When you’re ready, I’ll make up for lost time.”

A shiver ran through me despite myself, and I knew he wasn’t making an empty promise.

“Peter?” I looked up at him searching his face. I wanted to ask him so many things and I’d gotten distracted by my desire for him or some other things that pulled us away from each other.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I know it’s hard for you to talk about the past,” I started, he nodded, “I know that it may sound strange, but I felt instantly connected to you when you found me.”

“That’s just because I’m the first person you saw,” he muttered.

“Do you really think that if Derek was the one who picked me up, I’d be cuddled up on his sofa with him, instead of you?”

“I see your point,” he responded.

“Tell me, please,” I said.

Peter let out a short, dry chuckle. “You really want to dig through my past, huh?” He leaned back against the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, his fingers lazily tracing circles against my shoulder.

“I just want to understand you,” I admitted, watching his face carefully. “You keep so much of yourself locked away.”

His jaw tightened, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before he looked away. “It’s not locked away,” he muttered. “It’s buried. For a reason.”

I reached for his hand, threading my fingers through his. “You don’t have to tell me everything. Just… let me in a little.”

Peter exhaled through his nose, his grip tightening slightly before he finally spoke. “There was a time when I thought I had everything figured out. I was strong, I was smart. I knew what I wanted, and I took it. Then the fire happened, and suddenly, none of that mattered.”

I stayed quiet, sensing this was something he rarely spoke about.

“I lost everything that night,” he continued, his voice quiet but firm. “My family, my future. I spent six years in a coma, trapped inside my own head. And when I woke up… I wasn’t the same. I was angry. Hungry for revenge.”

His eyes met mine then, dark and unreadable. “I did things, Little Wolf. Things I can’t undo.”

I swallowed, my fingers tightening around his. “But you’re not that person anymore.”

Peter huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re so sure of that?”

I nodded. “You protect me. You care. You don’t want to be that person anymore, do you?”

He was quiet for a long moment before he finally answered, his voice barely above a whisper. “No. I don’t.”

I knew what Peter had done after waking from his coma—both from his own lips and the wary warnings of the pack. Maybe they were trying to scare me, to make me see him the way they did. Maybe, in their own way, they thought they were protecting me.

But I didn’t need protection from Peter.

From the moment he found me, I knew he was the one who would keep me safe. I wasn’t sure how I knew—only that I did. And I wanted to understand why.

“Tell me about before the fire?” I asked. “About you and your sister and your pack.”

I heard Peter’s breath shake, something I never heard from him before.

“You don’t have to tell me,” I said, “If it’s too much. I can find another way to figure it out.”

“It’s not that,” he muttered, “before the fire, Talia took some memories from me. Memories that I’m still trying to uncover.”

“What kind of memories?” I asked, lacing my fingers with his. I heard the pain in his voice, but it wasn’t the kind of pain I could take away from him. It was a pain he would have to suffer through.

“I’ve had flashes of it since Derek used her claws on me,” he said, “but nothing concrete. I must have had a relationship with the Desert Wolf because we had a child together.”

I squeezed his hand, grounding him as he spoke. His voice was rough, edged with something I couldn’t quite name—grief, frustration, maybe even fear.

“You don’t remember her?” I asked softly.

Peter shook his head. “Not fully. There are pieces—fragments of a life I can’t put back together. A face I can almost see, a voice I can almost hear.” His jaw tightened. “But it’s just out of reach. Talia did that. She took something from me, something important, and I don’t know why.”

I traced my fingers over his knuckles, feeling the tension locked in his grip. “Do you think she did it to protect you?”

He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “That was always Talia’s excuse. ‘For the good of the pack.’ But I was her brother, and she still didn’t trust me.” His eyes darkened, distant. “I don’t even know what kind of man I was before she decided I needed to forget.”

I hesitated, my fingers tightening around his as I searched his face. “Do you want to find her?” My voice was quiet, uncertain. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.

Peter exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable. “I don’t need to,” he said, his voice steadier than I expected. “I already know her—my daughter. Or at least, I’m trying to.”

Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. “And the Desert Wolf?”

His jaw clenched. “She came for my daughter. Tried to take her power, to take everything from her.” His grip on my hand tightened, as if grounding himself in the moment. He let out a slow, measured breath before continuing. “So I killed her too.”

A heavy silence settled between us. I could feel the weight of his words, the finality in them. There was no regret in his voice, no hesitation—only the cold certainty of what had to be done.

I reached up, tracing my fingers over his jaw, feeling the tension locked there. “Do you think about her?”

“The Desert Wolf?” He shook his head. “No.” Then, after a pause, “But I think about my daughter. What she sees when she looks at me. If she sees me as her father or just another monster.”

I swallowed, my chest tightening. “And what do you see when you look at her?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “A chance,” he admitted. “A chance to be more than what I’ve been.”

I ran my thumb over the back of his hand, offering him the same comfort he had given me. “Then take it.”

“Malia doesn’t want to get close to me,” he stated.

I blinked at him, letting the name sink in. “Malia?” I echoed.

Peter nodded, his gaze distant. “She’s my daughter.” The way he said it—so matter-of-fact, yet laced with something deeper, something he didn’t quite know how to express—made my chest tighten.

“I’ve only known who she was for a little while,” he admitted, his fingers absently tracing patterns against my skin. “She doesn’t want to get close to me. She doesn’t trust herself to not be me.”

I frowned. “What does that mean?”

He let out a breath, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips, but there was no real amusement behind it. “She’s afraid that if she lets herself, she’ll turn out just like me. That the things I’ve done, the darkness in me… are in her too.”

I studied him for a long moment. “And do you think she’s like you?”

His eyes flicked to mine, something unreadable flickering in them before he finally answered. “I think she’s better than me.”

I squeezed his hand. “Then she won’t become you.”

He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. “It’s not that simple, Little Wolf.”

“Maybe not,” I agreed, “but neither are you.”

“You hungry?” he asked, clearly trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. I could have pressed him, asked more questions, but he’d already given me so much. If I pushed too hard, he’d shut down again, and I wasn’t willing to risk that.

There was more to uncover—more beneath the surface of the man I’d grown so close to—but I could be patient. Whatever connected us, whatever bond had formed between us, I didn’t believe for a second that it was random.

“Starving,” I said instead, letting him have this moment.

He smirked. “I’ll order a pizza, and we can watch chick flicks if you want.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What exactly is a chick flick?”

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Peter was still sleeping when I slipped out of bed. I always seemed to wake before he did. Maybe it was so I could remind myself that he was still there, that I was not alone.

I watched him for a moment, his face relaxed in sleep, his breathing deep and steady. He looked so different like this—unguarded, almost peaceful. It was a rare sight.

Maybe that was why I always woke first. Not just to remind myself he was still here, that I wasn’t alone, but to steal these quiet moments before the world crept in and pulled him back behind his walls.

I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to disturb him, and padded toward the window. The sky was still tinged with the last traces of night, the world caught between dark and dawn. A perfect in-between. Like us.

My body had decided that it was done trying to kill me slowly. But I wanted to wash all of that away before he woke up. I looked back at the bed, his chest slowly rising and falling as he slept. Then headed for the bathroom.

I turned the bathtub water on and let it fill as I stripped down. I was glad to not have to be confined in clothes anymore, at least not while I was here. Peter let me be free here. Though I knew now my freedom from clothes was as much for his benefit as it was for my comfort.

I poured some of the soaks that Lydia had put on the list into the water. The heat of the water enveloped me, easing the tension in my muscles, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe again. It was a relief, this quiet moment to myself, away from the storm of emotions I’d been wading through.

I closed my eyes, letting the scent of lavender fill my senses, the softness of the water soothing every inch of me. The weight of the past few days, the pain, the uncertainty, it all seemed to melt away with each breath I took. For the first time in what felt like forever, I could just be.

I sank lower into the tub, the water lapping around my shoulders, letting it cradle me, and I let the silence wrap around me like a cocoon. Time didn’t matter here. Not when everything felt so still.

My hands moved first, almost of their own accord, smoothing over my body. It was as if electricity was vibrating just beneath my skin, a low, thrumming pulse that started at my fingertips and spread outward. I exhaled sharply, my breath hitching as I brushed my thumb over my nipple. The sensation was immediate—sharp, sweet, and insistent. My eyelids fluttered shut, and I let myself lean into the feeling, my other hand trailing lower, exploring the curves of my body.

When my fingers slipped between my thighs, I felt it like a shockwave. I leaned my head back, my lips parting as a soft moan escaped. The room seemed to shrink, the air thickening with every breath I took. My fingers trembled slightly as I explored, the warmth of my own touch sending ripples of pleasure through me. I could feel the tension building, coiled tight like a spring.

The heat between my thighs was almost unbearable, a throbbing ache that demanded attention. My fingers worked faster, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I teetered on the edge of release. My other hand gripped the edge of the bathtub, my knuckles white with the effort of holding on. The water around me was warm, but it only heightened the sensations coursing through me. I was so close. So, so close.

I felt Peter’s presence before my eyes fluttered open. He was leaning against the bathroom door frame, his eyes dark as he watched me. The way his gaze lingered on my body, on the way my fingers moved, sent a shiver down my spine. His voice was low, rough, and it made my breath hitch. “Don’t stop, Little Wolf.”

My heart pounded in my chest, I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not when he was watching me like that, not when his voice carried that edge of command that always made me weak in the knees. My eyes locked onto his, and I felt myself sinking deeper into the moment, into the raw, unfiltered pleasure that was consuming me. It was intoxicating, the way he watched me, the way he made me feel so connected to my own body.

And then it hit me—a wave of pleasure so intense it stole my breath. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as the wave crashed over me, leaving me shaking and breathless. I moaned, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it, and I felt the water lap against my skin as the waves of pleasure radiated through me. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, my eyes still locked on Peter’s.

He hadn’t moved from the doorway, but his eyes were even darker now, his chest rising and falling slightly faster than before. I let my eyes scan his body, taking in every detail. His bare chest, the way his muscles tensed as he shifted his weight, the sleep pants that barely concealed the erection he had. My mouth watered just looking at him, and I could feel the heat building between my thighs again.

Peter pushed off the door frame and took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. “The way you come undone, the way you let go… it’s fucking mesmerizing.”

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. I couldn’t. Not when he was looking at me like that, not when his voice sent sparks of arousal through my body. He knelt beside the bathtub, his eyes never leaving mine, and reached out to brush a strand of hair away from my face. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and it made my heart skip a beat.

“Peter…” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. I didn’t know what I was asking for, but I knew I wanted more. I needed more.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. “What do you need, Little Wolf?” His breath was warm against my skin, and I shivered, my body responding to his nearness, to the way his voice seemed to wrap around me.

“I need you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire. “I need you to touch me.”

Peter pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine, and I could see the desire burning in them. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “I don’t want to push you too far, not if you’re not ready.”

I reached up and cupped his cheek, my thumb brushing against his stubble. “I’m ready,” I said, my voice stronger now, filled with certainty. “I want you.”

He didn’t say anything, but the way his eyes darkened told me everything I needed to know. He stood up and began to strip off his sleep pants, his movements slow and deliberate. I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest. He was hard, his arousal obvious, and I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me.

Peter stepped into the bathtub, the water sloshing around us as he settled between my legs. His hands found my hips, his grip firm but gentle, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss. I sighed into the kiss, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair as I pulled him closer, needing more.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine, and I could see the question in them. I nodded, unable to find the words, and he kissed me again, this time deeper, more urgent. His hands moved from my hips to my thighs, spreading them wider as he settled himself between them. I could feel him pressing against me, and I moaned, my body arching toward him.

“Peter…” I whispered, my voice filled with need. “Please…”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He thrust into me slowly, filling me completely, and I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate him. He paused, giving me a moment to adjust, and then he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him deeper inside me. My hands moved to his back, my nails digging into his skin as I held on, my body moving with his in a rhythm that was both familiar and new. The water around us sloshed with each thrust, the sound mixing with our moans, and the sound of our bodies moving together.

Peter’s hands moved to my hips, his grip firm as he guided my movements, pulling me closer with each thrust. I could feel the tension building inside me, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with each movement. I was so close, and I knew he was too.

“Peter…” I moaned, my voice filled with need.

He didn’t say anything, but the way his thrusts became harder, faster. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, and then it hit me, a wave of pleasure so intense it stole my breath. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as the wave crashed over me, leaving me shaking and breathless.

Peter followed me over the edge, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside me, his moans mixing with mine as we came together. He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close.

We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies still connected, our breaths coming in sync. Finally, Peter pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft, filled with concern.

I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips. “I’m more than okay,” I whispered, my voice filled with satisfaction. “That was… incredible.”

Peter smiled back at me, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “You’re incredible, Little Wolf,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me softly.

Peter drained the tub and climbed out. I stood my legs wobbly as I caught the side of the tub. “Stay there,” he said as he started to fill the tub again with fresh new water, “I didn’t mean to intrude on your bath.”

“I want you here,” I told him. Then he climbed back in the tub behind me, resting my back against his chest.

It was quiet for a while, the only sound the soft rhythm of his fingers trailing along my arm. I felt safe here, but it wasn’t just safety I felt when Peter was near me. There was something deeper, a connection I couldn’t quite name, and the words to express it seemed to catch in my throat.

Peter’s lips brushed against my ear, his voice low and teasing. “Everything okay, Little Wolf?”

I nodded, the weight of my thoughts heavy but not something I wanted to share just yet. “I’m just thinking.”

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my skin. “Thinking is dangerous.”

I smiled faintly, letting the silence stretch out as I allowed myself to simply be with him. “I didn’t know I could feel like this.”

Peter shifted slightly behind me, his presence both grounding and unsettling. “There’s a lot of new things happening for you,” he murmured. “I might be a dick for saying it, but I like the idea of being the only one who’s touched you.”

The words hung in the air between us, possessive yet tender. I didn’t know how to respond, but the intensity of his gaze, the rawness in his voice—it made me feel more exposed, more vulnerable than I had ever let myself be. And despite the fear it stirred, there was a warmth that spread through me, something I hadn’t expected to feel at all.

“I know I’m not supposed to like it,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper, “but I like you being possessive over me.”

Peter’s fingers brushed my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze. His expression softened, though there was a flicker of something darker behind his eyes. “The pack,” he began, his voice steady but laced with a hint of frustration, “are mostly bitten wolves and humans, so they don’t really understand how bonding works. It’s different for humans. They see it as me controlling you.”

I watched him carefully, my heart racing in the silence that followed. His thumb traced the line of my jaw, and I felt his every movement, every breath, as if we were the only two people in the world.

Peter leaned in, his voice lowering, soft yet fierce. “I don’t want to control you, Little Wolf.” His words wrapped around me, full of sincerity. “I want to empower you. I want to see you strong and whole—so you can be complete, in every way. Not just with me, but with yourself.”

There was something raw in his tone, something I wasn’t used to hearing from him. It wasn’t just possessiveness—it was a promise. A promise to stand beside me, not in front of me, as if we were equals, bound by more than just the physical.

I swallowed, feeling the weight of his words sink into me, and realized in that moment that maybe it wasn’t just him who was being changed by this bond. Maybe I was, too.

“When I’m with you,” I said, watching his face closely, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation, “I don’t miss being just a wolf. I can be this,” I motioned to myself, feeling the weight of every word, “and I can be happy. I wish I knew all the words that could explain how you make me feel. Not just the way you touch me, but the way you’ve stirred something inside me I didn’t know I could feel.”

The silence stretched between us, the air thick with everything left unsaid. His gaze softened, and I could feel the tension in him ebb away, replaced by something quieter—more raw.

Peter reached out, his hand brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, his fingers warm against my skin. “You don’t have to know all the words, Little Wolf,” he replied, his voice low and steady. “I know that. Because when I’m with you, I don’t feel like I’m a monster anymore.”

The words hit me harder than I expected. I’d always seen Peter as a force—strong, protective, and unflinching in the face of danger. But hearing him admit his own fears, his own insecurities, made something shift in me. He wasn’t just the man I’d come to rely on; he was someone who needed me, too, in ways I never imagined. And in that moment, I realized that our bond wasn’t just about me needing him—it was about us finding something within each other that we couldn’t find alone.

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“You sure you want to go to this?” Peter asked, pulling a shirt over his head, his brow furrowed with skepticism.

“Lydia said it would be fun,” I replied, smoothing my hands over the dress I’d chosen for the evening. “Even Scott said she throws the best parties.”

Peter gave a low grunt, clearly unconvinced. “Still, it’s hanging around with teenagers. Not exactly my style.”

I raised an eyebrow, glancing over my shoulder at him. “Do you know anyone who’s not a teenager?” I asked, teasing. “Besides Derek, I mean. And me... but, I’m not exactly sure how old I am. Never had to keep track.”

There was a quiet beat before he chuckled, shaking his head. “Guess we’re all just out here winging it, then.”

“Winging what?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Peter shot me a sidelong glance, then waved it off. “Never mind.” His eyes lingered on me, an approving smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Guess it’s too late to check your ID.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “I don’t have one of those either,” I teased. “Should I get one?”

He chuckled softly. “Eventually. Though wolf bars don’t card.”

“Card?” I raised an eyebrow, confused.

He leaned back, crossing his arms with a knowing grin. “A human concept. They need to make sure you’re old enough to drink alcohol.”

I scrunched my nose in distaste. “Why? I think it tastes gross anyway.”

Peter laughed at that, a rich, low sound that made something warm stir in me. “Good thing, then. Alcohol’s overrated.”

“Scott also said I should come meet his boss tomorrow,” I said, glancing at Peter. “Will you take me?”

Peter chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Ah, Deaton.” He met my eyes, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Sure, I’ll take you. He might actually be helpful. He used to be an emissary to our pack when my sister was alive.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of everything I still didn’t know pressing down on me. “I wish I didn’t need you to explain so much to me,” I muttered, frustration seeping into my voice.

Peter’s expression softened, his gaze turning understanding. “It’s okay, Little Wolf,” he said gently, his tone reassuring. “You’re learning. It takes time, and I’m here to help you through it.”

“I do want to learn how to do some things on my own,” I said, my voice quieter but determined. “I know you’re there for me. But I don’t want to always depend on you to take care of everything for me.”

Peter’s gaze softened, and he took a step closer, his presence calming. “You’ll get some of your independence back, Little Wolf,” he said with a reassuring smile. “I should’ve taken you a while ago, but since you’ve been with me or Derek most of the time, I just hadn’t gotten around to it. But we’ll go get you a phone tomorrow, and we can start teaching you to drive.”

I raised an eyebrow, giving him a skeptical look. “Your car?”

Peter chuckled, the sound rich and low. “My car is off-limits until you’ve taken the training wheels off,” he teased. “But I’ll make Stiles lend us his. It’s such a piece of shit that you couldn’t damage it anymore than it already is.”

I laughed, imagining the car in question, and felt the weight of his words settle more comfortably in my chest. He wasn’t just offering to help me—he was letting me take the reins, even if it meant starting small. That meant more than he probably realized.

I took one last long look at myself in the mirror. I looked like a normal human woman, but it felt different now. I’d done my makeup the way Lydia and Kira had shown me, and my hair hung in soft curls around my shoulders. The dress I’d picked was simple, but it hugged me in ways that felt... right.

“How do I look?” I asked, turning slightly to meet Peter’s eyes.

He gave me a slow, appreciative once-over, a smirk tugging at his lips as his gaze lingered on me. “Too covered up,” he teased.

I arched an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “I thought you said I wasn’t supposed to go out with the others without clothes?”

Peter’s lips curled into a grin, and he stepped closer, his voice low. “You’re not,” he replied, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “But since we’re going to be around other people, you look perfect, Little Wolf.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine. It was a compliment, but there was an undercurrent to it—something unspoken. Something that made me feel like I was his, even as we stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for the night ahead.

Peter held the door open for me as I slid into the car. I watched him as he rounded the hood and settled into the driver’s seat, his movements effortless, controlled.

“Thank you for taking me,” I said softly, studying his profile as he started the engine. “I know you didn’t really want to go.”

Peter glanced at me, his smirk barely visible in the dim glow of the dashboard. “I’ll go anywhere you want, Little Wolf.” His voice was smooth, certain—like it was the easiest promise he’d ever made.

Something in my chest tightened, warm and unfamiliar. Without thinking, I reached over, my fingers finding his, lacing them together. I just needed to feel him, to ground myself in the quiet certainty he always carried.

Peter squeezed my hand once before resting our entwined fingers against his thigh, a silent reassurance as the car rumbled down the road toward Lydia’s house.

The music pulsed through the house, a steady rhythm vibrating under my feet as we stepped inside. The lower level was packed with people I didn’t know, their voices blending into the bass-heavy beat.

“Nova!” Kira’s bright voice cut through the noise as she weaved through the crowd, dragging Scott behind her. “I’m so glad you made it!”

“We were starting to think Peter had you locked away in some dungeon or something,” Scott added, giving Peter a pointed look.

I tilted my head, considering. “No dungeon. Just a cabin. I didn’t check if the doors were locked, though.” I shrugged. “I like it there. Peter doesn’t make me wear clothes since no one else comes around.”

Kira’s eyes widened slightly, and Scott choked on absolutely nothing.

Peter, beside me, smirked. “She means she’s comfortable,” he said smoothly, clearly amused.

“Right,” Scott muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Comfortable. Got it.”

Kira recovered first, laughing as she looped an arm through mine. “Come on, let’s get you something to drink before Scott implodes.”

Kira tugged me toward a table stacked with drinks, rummaging through an ice bucket. “Regular or diet?” she asked, holding up two cans.

I shrugged. “Whatever you’re having, I guess.”

She handed me a silvery can labeled diet, then popped open her own. I watched her movement and mirrored it, cracking open my drink before taking a tentative sip. The bubbles fizzed over my tongue, tickling my throat. “That’s… good. I think.”

Kira grinned. “It’s good.” She tilted her head toward the dance floor. “Wanna dance?”

“Okay.”

She grabbed my hand, pulling me into the center of the pulsing crowd. The music thumped through the floor, through my chest, a different kind of rhythm than I was used to. When I’d danced with Peter, it had been slower, deliberate—more touching, less motion. This was all hips and movement, a rhythm dictated by the beat rather than a partner.

I let myself sink into it, moving with Kira, letting the unfamiliar but exciting energy of the crowd carry me.

I glanced over and saw Peter and Scott talking. I gave him a soft smile as he glanced in my direction. He gave me an approving nod. I lost myself in the rhythm of the music.

“I think I like dancing,” I told Kira, swaying to the beat.

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” she said, smiling. “I need to run to the little girls’ room. You okay here, or want to come with?”

“I don’t have to go,” I said, still moving to the music. “I can stay.”

“Alright, I’ll be back in a minute.” She gave my arm a quick squeeze before weaving through the crowd toward the restroom.

I kept moving, losing myself in the rhythm, until I felt it—hands settling on my hips, an unfamiliar body pressing against mine from behind. My entire body went rigid.

I turned my head slightly, catching sight of a stranger—too close, his breath hot against my ear, thick with beer and bad decisions.

“Don’t touch me,” I said, my voice calm but firm.

“It’s just dancing, sweetheart,” he muttered, his grip tightening.

Wrong move.

“I said don’t touch me.” My fingers wrapped around his wrist in an iron grip.

He chuckled—until I squeezed.

“Shit—ow! Fuck, lady—” His voice pitched as I kept tightening, his knees buckling as he tried and failed to pry himself free.

I didn’t realize Peter was there until I finally let go.

The boy cradled his arm, groaning, but my focus had already shifted. Peter stood just behind him, jaw tight, blue eyes burning as they flicked from me to the whimpering drunk at my feet.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice deceptively even.

I nodded, exhaling slowly. “Yeah.”

Peter didn’t look convinced.

I reached up, cupping his face gently, my thumb brushing along his jaw. “I promise, I’m okay.”

Peter’s tense posture eased slightly under my touch, his jaw loosening as he exhaled. “I guess you are,” he murmured, his gaze searching mine.

Still, his eyes flicked toward the retreating figure slinking back into the crowd, dark with something dangerous. “He’s lucky I didn’t get here first,” Peter muttered, voice low and edged with something sharp. “Might’ve left with one less arm.”

I let my fingers trail down his cheek, grounding him the way he so often did for me. “I handled it,” I reminded him softly.

His lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes were still shadowed. “I know. That’s what worries me.”

I opened my mouth to ask why he looked so worried, but Lydia appeared at my side, arms crossed and eyes sharp.

“Nova,” she said, exasperated, “why is Tom Wilkins threatening to sue me because I ‘let a wild woman’ nearly break his arm?”

I blinked. “Huh. I could’ve sworn I heard a bone snap.”

“That’s not exactly helpful,” she huffed.

Peter let out a sharp, unimpressed snort. “Tell Tom Wilkins to keep his fucking hands to himself,” he said, voice edged with steel. “And off her ass.”

Lydia sighed but nodded in understanding. “Just… maybe use a little less force next time? Humans don’t heal as fast as you do.”

I shrugged. “I gave him a warning.” My eyes flicked to Peter. “And I stopped him from ripping it off. Honestly, I’d say Tom came out ahead.”

Peter smirked. “Debatable.”

Lydia pinched the bridge of her nose. “Remind me why I invite you to these things?”

“I think it’s my charming personality and good nature,” Peter said with a smirk.

Lydia gave him a deadpan look. “Yeah… I don’t think that’s it.”

Kira squeezed back in beside us, Scott trailing close behind. “What did I miss?” she asked, glancing between Lydia’s unimpressed expression and Peter’s smug smirk.

“Not much,” I said, brushing it off. Then, turning back to Peter, I reached for his hand. “You wanna dance with me?”

His eyes flicked toward the crowded dance floor, then back to me, amusement and something else lurking beneath the surface. “One dance,” he agreed, lacing his fingers with mine. “Then I’m taking you home.”

His tone left little room for argument—not that I was planning to.

My arms slid around Peter’s neck, his hands settling firmly on my hips—possessive, certain, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind who I belonged to. I didn’t mind. I liked the way his touch anchored me, the quiet claim in the way he held me.

And as promised, when the song ended, Peter laced his fingers through mine, his grip steady and sure, and wordlessly led me toward the door.

#teen wolf fanfiction #peter hale x oc #peter hale #teen wolf smut

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rose-of-oz · 8 months ago

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🌟 + Charlotte Cogsworth?

Thank you so much for this!! Gonna tag the Descendants gang @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginger-grimm, and @ginevrastilinski-ocs!! <3 <3

She absolutely adores fresh-baked bread, especially when Mrs. Potts makes it.

Her favourite ice cream flavour is chocolate chip cookie dough.

Although her future position on Ben’s royal council has always been pretty much guaranteed and she’s been training for it for most of her life, she still wants to go to college for political science and earn her degree before she takes up the position.

She calls Gil “sunshine” as a pet name, and he calls her “pretty girl”.

She’s pan and absolutely had a crush on Jordan, Genie’s daughter, when she was younger.

She really likes oranges and clementines but can’t stand peeling the veins out of them.

She absolutely adores ruby chocolate - Gil makes sure to get a big platter of strawberries covered in it for her first birthday after they get together.

She has never really liked Audrey and definitely hated her for Ben, but never voiced it until after Ben and Mal got together because she didn’t want to start any arguments.

Her parents have been divorced since shortly after she was born, and she’s never really had much contact with her mom - she knows she lives in the Summerlands and gets a card from her on all her birthdays, but they don’t really talk.

Harry eventually gains a sort of older brother protectiveness over her, which she wasn’t sure how to feel about but now kind of appreciates.

send me 🌟 + an oc and i’ll give you ten facts about them!!

#asks about my ocs #oc: charlotte cogsworth #ten facts game

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trollsedits · 11 months ago

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Get to know me…. 2.0

I know my introduction was lacking a lot of things such as stuff that I like to do and stuff so yeah get to know me 2.0

-As I mentioned I’m Vietnamese American I was also born in the Philippines

-My pronouns are She/Her :^)

-I personally would say My favorite youtuber are ItsFunneh and Krew (I don’t watch them as much as I use too b/c of school)

-My favorite Troll is Floyd and Branch

-I love Ube flavor anything like ice cream, Cake, brownies etc

-My favorite cake flavor is Red Velvet and Ube

-I like to cook and bake in my spare time so I sometimes would cook and bake and bring it to my friends and family I recently made red velvet cupcakes w sweet cream cheese frosting and I added Oreos on top and a pitch of sea salt :^)

-I love listening to Lana Del Rey, Troye Sivan, The Weeknd, Charli xcx etc…

-I love dressing up to the point where is considered Cosplay (Is so expensive to cosplay characters)

-I love shopping especially online shopping haha

-My favorite fast food place is Jollibee (The best fried chicken ever and the gravy is sooo good if you never had jollibee I suggest you try it I love it!!! my childhood food )

-I can speak English and Vietnamese I only know basic words in Tagalog,korean and Spanish not too much of it doe but I can speak perfect Vietnamese

-I love cats and dogs but prefer cats more haha

-I love dark chocolate you can hate me all you want but dark chocolate is my guilty pleasure

-My favorite fruits is Strawberries and bananas

-I also love Steven universe <3 my favorite character from SU would depends but I personally love lapis lazuli and peridot haha

-I love ramen I eat them almost everyday if I could but I had to cut back cuz too much sodium

-I’m Obsessed with collecting false lashes I have a ton of them from big huge one to natural small looking one I currently use the semi small looking one that will make my eye stand out

-I did cheer in high school and competitive cheer

-I’m a introvert

-Still childish af can’t even grow the F up but that’s okay :^)

-Favorite kind of pasta dishes would be Alfredo & Carbonara

-I’m a Pisces ♓️

-My Birthday is on Feb 22

-I absolutely hate Valentine’s Day (Not because I’m single even if I was taken I still hate it anyways no matter what sorry)

-My favorite holiday is Halloween & Lunar new year I always look forward to those holidays

-My favorite quotes would be….. (I have multiples)

“Singing Killed my grandma!” -Branch Trolls

“Waffles are just pancakes w abs.” - ItsDraconiteDragon Krew

“Friends don’t lie.” - Elven Strangers Things

“You clod.” - peridot Steven universe

“Jojo, have you learned nothing!” - Abby Lee Miller Dance moms

“Don’t be stupid, be Stoopy.” -Itsfunneh krew

“I dump your ass.” - Elven Strangers Things

“S.U.E.” - Gold3nglare Krew

“Family.” -Lunar3clispe krew

That’s all I could think off in the back of my head I have more but it hasn’t spark me up yet haha

-I Play Roblox & Minecraft sometimes (Plz don’t ask for my user is personal and I don’t play that often sorry)

-I sometimes fainted when I get my blood drawn so I would usually close my eyes and look away and my mom would have some sweet Candy to help me afterwards

-If I would describe myself in three words it would be Kind,super shy, and independent

-if I could live anywhere in the world I would probably live in Canada because Of ItsFunneh and krew haha

-I have many phobias I can’t name them all but My most well known fear is Acrophobia Fear of heights I can’t even go in roller coaster or anything and I’m also afraid of numbers or anything that has to do with math I get dizzy when I look down from very high places so yeah definitely scared of heights

-I prefer to sometimes keep my hair long as-long my mom let me get Korean bangs cuz is more of my style I sometimes cut it short I once cut it super short people made fun of me and misgender me and spread lies about me so I stop having my hair short for a while if I do it would be like after a break up

-Favorite school subject would be history (Currently majoring in that field) least favorite subject is math obviously

-the color of my hair light brown to semi blonde because I been bleaching it but I will bleach it again hopefully to go blonde been wanting to be blonde for a while but hate having to damage my hair 🤧

-do I like my age? Hell yeah I do I have privilege to do things that I wasn’t able to do ;D (My parents always think I take advantage of it)

-Favorite dessert is Ice cream and cheese cake

-I’m not allergic to anything in general if it is it would be pollen or like fish skin like those salmon fish skin crackers is only minor nothing serious but I do avoid it also I’m highly allergic to people Bullshit so please don’t give me your Bullshit I ain’t dealing with that

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Anyways, I’m pretty sure I did cover everything but if I miss any you can always DM me and asked me some questions (Please no personal question like name etc…)

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Like+ Follow Are Very much appreciated! 💕

#trolls #dreamworks #trolls fandom #trolls movie #dreamworks trolls #get to know the blogger #get to know me #all about me #q&a #trolls band together

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pbaz7 · 4 months ago

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you guys are so welcome btw (also THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU AUTHOR ILY)

Azzi was the one she called

I know that's right!

It was 1:12 a.m.

they went from enemies to doing anything for each other real quick

Paige was already drenched in sweat

I know this is a sentence but I can just imagine it she's so hot

“What’s got you so riled up today?”

you probably

“They said I wasn’t efficient enough at finishing at the rim last year.”

who the fuck is they and where can I find them to beat them up

With a sigh, Paige gave in

what happened to bitchy Paige I kinda miss her (JK JK PLS DONT BRING HER BACK I HATE THE ANGST)

“Hm, maybe that’s why you don’t have a heart—you don’t eat ice cream.

wait she might be right

“She’ll have mint chocolate chip.”

this bitch is bossy damn okay

Paige stepped forward, sliding her card to the cashier first. “I got it,” she said simply.

YEP THATS RIGHT VERY GENTLEMANLY OF YOU

“You know, we still don’t really talk outside of the gym.”

ok so go scissor talk outside of the gym

“I don’t really know what to talk to you about outside of basketball,” she admitted, her voice honest, if a bit awkward.

this girl is acting like it's her whole life... oh wait

“I’m trying here. Just humor me.”

I'll do anything for you paige

her expression frozen for a second

I see what you did here author

“You’re ridiculous and you can’t sing.”

if only someone had told lil Paigey that

“It’s disgusting, I’ve tried it,” Azzi shot back.

then why'd you insist she got it lol

you have absolutely disgusting taste.”

and why is that... cuz she's not interested in you?

the distance between them felt much smaller, the tension nonexistent.

cutie girls

Azzi was Paige’s preference when it came to most things relating to anyone on the team.

wait stop they're adorable

She fully expected Paige to pick apart every missed shot or lost opportunity, but to her surprise, Paige didn’t say much. Instead, she-said, “Shake it off. Next one’s yours.”

okay wow I was not expecting that

you’re not gonna find your rhythm lying in bed

okay Paige clock her

“You’re not human, you know that?”

she might be a clone... but you might be a clone too so does it really matter?

finishing with only 8 points. By her standards, it was disastrous

I like that everyone forgets that 8 points is actually a great contribution to a score but ofc since it's Paige that doesn't apply

“What do you want, Azzi?” she asked curtly.

no need to get pissed after y'all literally just made up

“You don’t get it, Azzi!” she snapped

oh! okay then!

Cry me a river, Paige. Everyone has pressure. It’s part of the game.”

okay Azzi so im actually not on your side for once

“I was just starting to think you weren’t an asshole, but you really went and proved me wrong. Great job.”

azzi you're lowkey pissing me off right now

“You know, for someone who’s supposedly this incredible leader, you’re pretty terrible at letting people in. God forbid someone actually cares enough to check on you,”

girl please calm down ur making me mad

She had spent the last hour pacing back and forth in her own room, trying to figure out what to say

wait this poor baby I can't

Paige blurted out, “I’m really sorry, Azzi.”

hoe why is you apologizing

“I’ll, uh, go... somewhere,”

personally I'd go to the bordering room and hold my ear up to the wall

I’m not great at expressing my feelings and allat.

no way, really? I hadn't noticed!

You need to use your words,

author I swear you're putting these in to tempt me

just wanted to hoop and now I don’t really get a say in it.”

oh. okay. way to ruin the mood

Trust me, I get it, but it’s a whole different level for you.”

thank you azzi for apologizing in ur own way cuz im still a tad confused as to why p was apologizing but ok girl

Without waiting for an explanation, Aaliyah grabbed her phone and walked out

lili knows some shits going on

you’re stuck with me for the season, so you might as well get used to it."

this is the kind of pazzi I like to see

"That didn’t work, by the way. It was pitiful, and I felt bad for you."

or you're just down bad

There was a pause, then Aaliyah’s next text came through: "Hm."

LILI KNOWS TOO MUCH PLEASE

You’re just jealous of my vocal range."

lil azzi album coming soon?

Paige had unknowingly shifted in her sleep, her head resting lightly on Azzi’s lap.

unknowingly or subconsciously..

letting her hand rest on Paige’s side but not moving it.

I can feel the slow burn

a knowing grin spreading across her face.

Aaliyah knows more than azzi does LMAO

Don’t make it a thing.”

girl no one said it was... ur digging urself in a hole here

author ily for the double update and this chap

thank you for not making me want to punch the screen as much as usual

-🍉

ok so scissor is actually insane ✨

i MAY be putting a few double entendres in there on purpose but the rest are all you. azzi def was a lil mean to paige but hey maybe it’s what she needed she’s a lil stubborn.

ily and i love your reactions you deserve both sides of your pillow to be cold 🍉

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seigephoenix · 6 months ago

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Kinktober 2024: Foodplay

More Andal and Yvette. Also the last one featuring these two for the month! Also, I actually managed to just write the porn instead of plot sneaking in like it always does! I'm proud of myself!

Ship: Andal Brask/Yvette Content Warning: blowjob, cunnilingus, p in v, sass Length: 1.8k

“Don’t you have a bounty or a mission to do?” Andal asked as Yvette perched on the counter in his kitchen. She was enjoying a nice cold treat she’d gotten from one of the Solstice vendors. Ice cream drizzled in chocolate and caramel sauce and she lived for sweets. It was one thing that Aine teased her about, how her sweet tooth resembled a child’s. She never paid it any mind, Yvette knew that moments were precious even to immortals so she strove to hang onto what made her happy. In this case that meant annoying the hell out of her Vanguard in his own apartment.

“You were the one who called me over or did I imagine the message Vic got?” Yvette asked before helping herself to another spoonful as Andal sent a withering glare her way. “Nice try. You have a long way to go if you think that intimidates me.” She was still miffed about the other week. The frustration had been roiling in her body since. Yvette hated being denied anything she wanted whether that was an orgasm or food. That day ended with her going into the Crucible and punching a lot of Guardians.

“Well, I had to since you’ve been avoiding me since we got back,” Andal snapped and she went completely still. Her eyes narrowed at his snappish tone. Why the hell was he mad about that? She’d been busy since then.

“You know damn well I’ve been working with Saint on exploring Venus and the Ishtar Archives there.” Yvette pointed her spoon accusingly at him as she spoke. “I just got back today!” Yvette huffed when he turned his head. “Why are you so pissy anyway? You’re the one who got me worked up without a damn orgasm. If you’re still sulking about that then blame yourself. You fucked yourself over by messing with me.” She huffed and took another bite of the ice cream when he glared at her and his Ghost hovered worriedly next to him.

“Yvette…” Vic warned her but she ignored her Ghost. “As ornery as always. Why do I stick around?”

“Because you love me,” she replied to him and he spun his shell at her snark. “Anyway, if you want to be alone so badly Andal I can find something to do. Solstice is in full swing after all, and there’s plenty of events to participate in.” Yvette couldn’t stop the smug grin on her face when Andal’s hand tensed on the table. “Ah, piss.” Yvette cursed as some of the sauce dripped onto her thigh.

“Don’t make a mess in my kitchen,” Andal called out. Yvette bristled at the insinuation. Then an absolutely evil idea came to her. “And don’t forget, you started the entire thing last time. Miss I’m going to sit naked in my lap.” Yvette huffed as she swiped the chocolate up with her thumb before popping it into her mouth. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he realized her game. “You, madam, are evil.”

“As you’ve said before,” she replied before taking another bite of the ice cream. She looked down as that finished up the treat but she still had plenty of melted sauce in the bowl. She dipped a finger in the bowl before lifting it over her tank. The sauce dripped down onto her breasts, gliding over the curve until disappearing beneath the fabric.

“Don’t start something you aren’t willing to finish Yvette,” he said setting the papers down on the table. She held his gaze while her thumb gathered up the chocolate before popping it into her mouth to suck on it. Yvette let out a peal of laughter when he pushed back and made a grab for her. She grinned when his hands caged her in against the smooth stone.

“What’s the matter Andal? I thought you didn’t mind a little teasing every now and then?” Yvette asked with laughter and mischief twinkling in her hazel eyes. His fingers reached for the bowl, setting it on the counter before dipping inside. He smeared the sticky chocolate over her collarbone smirking when he felt the slight tremble in her body. His eyes dipped down when her nipples pebbled under her tank.

Andal grinned before leaning in to lick the chocolate clean. His lips closed over her pulse point and sucked leaving behind a deep red mark on her skin. “Aww, don’t leave a mark.” Yvette groaned when his hands eased under her tank and pulled it off. “The kids don’t ever let me live it down,” she whined when his lips grazed the soft slope of her breast. He trailed the sticky chocolate over before pressing his thumb against her hard nipple. Her quiet sigh had his cock straining against his pants. He bumped his thumb against her lips, a silent plea that she answered. He groaned when her tongue flattened against his thumb just tormenting him. Her eyes locked onto his and she smirked.

Andal slowly stroked her bottom lip with his thumb, tugging it down before he leaned in and covered her lips with his. Her fingers dug into the front of his shirt, trying to pull him closer when his tongue dipped in to taste. Heat exploded between them and his hands dug into her hips before lifting. Her arms wrapped around his neck and ankles crossed behind his back. Andal didn’t break the kiss until he dropped her on the bed with a soft shriek from Yvette.

“You jerk!” She was laughing as her hands helped him pull off his shirt and his pants. Her fingers closed over his cock slowly stroking him before she rose on her knees and leaned in. The head of his dick slipped past her lips and his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her in closer. She flattened her tongue slowly easing his cock in until the head hit the back of her throat. He curled over her when she sucked hard, smiling when he bit off a curse. Yvette bobbed her head, moaning each time his cock twitched.

“Shit, stop.” Andal pulled her head away, shuddering when her lips slipped off his cock with a slick pop. She teased the head of his cock with her tongue while he struggled to remember he wanted to come inside of her not in her mouth. “Alright, get back on the bed.”

“So bossy.” Yvette grinned as she scurried backwards, laughing when Andal knelt between her legs. His hands slid up the sides of her legs, pausing just where she ached for him. His thumbs brushed just over her throbbing clit, giving her a grin when she grumbled at him. He tugged until her shorts pooled next to the bed.

“My turn.” Andal grinned when he leaned down, trailing a line of kisses along the inside of her thigh. She groaned and tangled her fingers in his hair when his lips blew on the sensitive nub. He flattened his tongue against her clit savoring the way her thighs squeezed his head. Andal slid two fingers inside curling to hit that spot he knew drove her wild.

“Andal.” Her moans were driving him insane as he pushed her body higher and higher until he felt her walls fluttering around his fingers. He groaned her name when she fell around him. Andal didn’t think he’d ever hear something as sweet as Yvette calling out his name as she came around his fingers. Her breathing was choppy and frantic as he slowly crawled up her body, taking a moment to lap at the chocolate on her skin. The sweetness combined with the taste of her skin sent a shudder through him. He wasn’t going to last too long at this rate.

Her hands tugged him down and their lips connected. He groaned into her mouth while his cock slid inside her slick core.

“Fuck. You feel amazing.” Andal trailed his lips over her jaw to nibble on her ear smirking when he felt the soft sigh escape her lips. He kept the pace achingly slow only to grin when she pulled his face back to hers.

“Don’t tease Andal. Fuck me like you mean it,” she whispered and he was lost. His hands grabbed her hips while his hips slammed against hers in a brutal pace. Heated frenzy was what Yvette thought of it as each time his cock hit deep inside of her, stars danced behind her eyelids. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her head fell back. His teeth grazed the slim column of her neck with his lips murmuring his feelings against her skin.

Her back bowed as the orgasm washed through her, her nails dragged down his back with each pulse of languid heat between her legs. She moaned his name as her legs squeezed his waist. Andal shuddered and she felt his cock twitch inside her. He bit off a curse and groaned her name as his forehead dropped to the bed beside her. His breathing matched hers, choppy and frantic, as he struggled to think through the haze in his mind. Her hands gentled as they stroked over his back and then his face.

“You okay?” Andal asked as he shifted so his weight wasn’t crushing her.

“A little sticky from all the chocolate, but I’m fine.” Yvette answered as he kissed her forehead lightly.

“Just fine? Hmm, guess I’ll have to do better.” Andal grinned as she squealed and shook her head.

“I mean, I can’t remember my own name.” He chuckled and rolled to the side, taking her with him. “I’ll need a shower eventually.”

“Later. Right now I need you too much to let you go.”

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