#also his yellow trunks. idk why but the color yellow always look good on him truly

[selamat-linting]

amazing that "whats your favorite cm punk panties" can be a normal discussion in the fandom like its the weather. im talking about reddit and message board guys talking about his gear. no matter how much you want to go on a high horse and claim it was all about presentation... trunks, boxers and tights are still a form of underwear. the boxers he wore when he's at home chilling in the summer with his dog is just as long as his basketball shorts and less revealing than his long bois!!!!!

[ickle-ronniekins]

black & white

request: from nonnie: ASDFGhjkl. Why are your fics so CUTE? 😭 Can I request a cute and cheesy George proposing to the fem!reader—and they’re wedding? 💜

desc: a love story unfolded via a timeline of events and colors. based on the song ‘black and white’ by niall horan

pairing: george x fem!reader

word count: 5.5k

warning(s): lil bit of angst, alcohol, some sexual content if you squint but it stops before things ~heat up~

A/N: this is just pure fluff. may or may not have cried at the cheesiness. idk. i’m a cheesy gal. can’t help it. i’m in love with a fictional character. sorry i went a tad overboard with this. also let’s pretend ~voldy~ doesn’t exist in this k? reminder that my requests are currently closed, i am merely working through the requests already in my inbox. i do not give permission for my work to be posted on any other platform.

Red

Red, hot fury swept through your bones as you watched him laugh hysterically alongside his brother. You balled your fists together, ready to throw a punch, but you knew your mum would lock you in your room until you were forty years of age if you even thought of throwing hands.

George Weasley was a pretentious little git. It was bad enough that he was your neighbour and you had to see him and his equally annoying twin in the village nearly every day, but what made it even worse was that for whatever reason, he’d chosen you to be on the receiving end of all of his pranks. His mother, Molly, was not for it -- she often gave her sons a solid tongue lashing, but it clearly never made an impact, for each and every day they were back to their normal mischief, seeking out ways to make you shake with anger.

“Weasley!” you squeaked as he and his brother ran back across the field toward their home. You loathed the idea of being in the same school as him in just two years time. At least here, at home, you could escape to your own house and your own room, far away from the boy who teasingly threw a red paint balloon all over you and your new dress. But at school, well -- the castle was only so big, wasn’t it? You weren’t sure how far away from him you’d be able to get.

You watched as he and Fred ran away, their giggles echoing through the air on top of the hill. You looked down at your ruined dress and screamed. You reckoned you’d never be able to love the colour red ever again -- not when it had ruined your beautiful purple dress, and especially when it was the colour of his annoying, messy hair.

Yellow

“I’m really sorry.”

He was standing across from you in the field. You thought about telling him that you needed to take four showers in order to get all of the red paint from your hair, and that your dress was permanently stained, but instead you folded your arms across your chest and huffed a bit. Not even magic could salvage it.

“I promise, I mean it,” he squeaked, as if he could read your mind. He seemed sincere, but he was always getting into all types of trouble, wasn’t he? Perhaps he was as good a liar as he was a pranker.

You kicked at the dirt, unsure of what to say. “You ruined my dress.”

“I know, I’m really sorry,” he said again, “it was all Freddie’s doing! I know he normally takes charge of pranks, but blimey, I told him it wasn’t a good idea.”

You arched your eyebrows up in surprise. “You did?”

“Yeah,” George told you. The wind ruffled the leaves on the tree next to you both, and you watched him tentatively as a big smile split his face. He wandered over to the tree trunk and picked at the flowers that were growing at the base. Then he turned around, marched right over to you, and handed them to you.

Yellow dandelions. You peered down at them, and then looked up at him in surprise. This wouldn’t fix your dress, but he was trying, at least. You noticed the dimples that appeared on his cheeks when he smiled. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

You couldn’t help it; you blushed and looked toward the ground. You picked a bit at the flowers and met George’s gaze once again. “You still owe me, Weasley.”

You both heard Molly calling him for dinner. “Okay, mum!” he called back, his voice echoing against the wind. He turned back toward you. “Promise. I owe you. I also promise to kick Fred’s arse since it was his idea anyway.”

A squeak of a giggle emitted from your lips and you watched as George Weasley skipped all the way home.

Blue

All of Ravenclaw house erupted into cheers as the colours of the Great Hall changed to celebrate the momentous occasion of your house winning the Quidditch Cup. It had been a neck to neck match against Gryffindor, but had you not caught the snitch before Harry, they would have had it in the bag for the third year in a row.

“At the risk of sounding like I’m pro Ravenclaw, I’ve got to say, you guys put up a great match,” you whirled around in the crowd and saw George standing in front of you. He had his hands in his pockets and he shrugged, clearly upset at a Gryffindor loss, but at least they hadn’t lost to Slytherin, right? “You really are a wicked Seeker.”

“Thanks, Weasley,” you said triumphantly, both pleased with yourself for winning but also feeling a little bit guilty for beating Gryffindor.

“When did you get so good anyway?”

“Hmm,” you placed your hand to your chin and pretended to be deep in thought, “do you mean, how did I get to be so incredible? I don’t have an answer for you, truthfully, reckon I was just born with it.”

Students filtered around you both, and you watched him laugh as blue confetti fell around the both of you and the rest of the Great Hall. Personally you thought it was a little much, but the captain had insisted. You met George’s gaze again though, and rolled your eyes.

“Oi, mate,” you heard Fred call. He reached his twin and threw an arm around his shoulders, “what’re you doing over here, conversing with the enemy?” You rolled your eyes yet again, something you found yourself doing quite often with the two of them, and Fred just grinned obnoxiously at you. “Only joking, Y/N. I suppose if anyone had to beat us, we’re glad it’s Ravenclaw. But if you repeat that, we’ll deny it, I swear to Merlin.”

“My lips are sealed, Freddie.”

You bid them both adieu before turning back to your house, celebrating and clinking your goblets of pumpkin juice together, and through the yelps and the cheers, you missed George say to Fred that he actually quite liked the way the Great Hall looked, all decorated in blue.

Orange

“How about you get to work on the ground Unicorn horn, and I’ll try and get this water crystalized?” you offered.

Today’s lesson was to brew the Oculus Potion, in the event any of you ever needed to restore someone’s sight. In an attempt to separate them, Snape had paired George with you and Fred with another Ravenclaw who didn’t look happy at all at the prospect of having him as her partner. You peered over the cauldron at George and said, “No worries. We’ve only got thirteen steps. I reckon if we keep at this without any distractions, we’ll be finished before the rest of class.”

“Better get cracking, then,” George replied.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence; you tensed a few times when Snape meandered by your table, peering down into your cauldron and scoffing, for you were certain that an attempt at any type of potion would never live up to his unrealistic expectations of two sixteen-year-olds.

A little while later, you realized that the heat emitting from all of the cauldrons was making the entire classroom incredibly warm. “Blimey, could he open a bloody window, or something?” you asked, ignoring the fact that there were absolutely no windows in the dungeons. George laughed and continued to add the crystalized water into your cauldron as you pulled your sweater over your head, leaving you in your white button down and blue and grey tie. You pulled your hair back off of your neck and said, “Alright, be sure to only add the water until it turns indigo, George.”

The poor lad hadn’t been paying attention, because your potion was far past indigo at this point. In fact, it looked as though it had turned a deep, navy blue, bordering on black, as George peered at you with soft eyes and continued to pour in the crystalized water, not realizing that he was messing up your carefully brewed potion. A snapping noise pulled him from his thoughts, and a slight explosion erupted from your cauldron and caused black smoke to cover George’s face and hair.

Most of the class began to laugh, but Snape angrily shushed them and sauntered over to the two of you, clearly giddy beyond belief that he was able to deduct points from both of your houses for causing such a ruckus in his precious dungeons. George wiped a bit of the soot from his forehead as you poured in the antidote and giggled.

“Merlin, I’m sorry -- didn’t mean to get points taken from your house.”

“Eh, it was bound to happen sooner or later.. don’t worry about it. Look! Good as new,” you clapped your hands together as the potion turned to the desired shade of orange before the final two steps. You met George’s look through the orange haze over your cauldron and asked him, “What had you so distracted anyway, Weasley?”

“Oh, erm -- nothing,” he replied a bit quickly. It didn’t go unnoticed how he’d stumbled over his words and immediately went back to looking rather intently at the directions. You bit back a smile and looked back down at yours too, unable to rid yourself of the nerves bubbling up inside of you as George looked up once again, stealing glances at you through the orange mist as nerves overtook him, too.

Green

“You had no right to do that! What the bloody hell were you thinking?”

George was standing across from you on the empty dance floor; the Yule Ball had ended abruptly and each and every student had filtered from the Great Hall and back to their respective dormitories, per the teachers. The two of you had managed to stay somehow, now more than ten feet away; you looked at one another with envy as a dramatic scene unfurled between you both.

The entire night had been nothing but a dream, up until that one dance. You’d waltzed in, your light green dress swaying beautifully near your ankles, your hand wrapped around your date’s arm. You waved to your friends, who stood with their respective dates as well, and promised yourself you’d catch up with them at the end of the night when you’d undoubtedly have stories to tell them of the most magical evening of your life.

Except that wasn’t how it worked out, had it?

“He was all over you!” George called, and you noticed how prominent the veins in his hands were when he threw them up in the air. “You said no, didn’t you? He asked you to come back to his dorm and you’d said no. Did you expect me to stand there and do nothing when he grabbed your wrists and tried to pull you there?”

George was right. You had said no, and truthfully, the way your date had grabbed you and attempted to drag you back to his room had really frightened you. You reckoned it was the firewhisky he’d drunk earlier that evening -- he wasn’t violent or anything, but he seemed desperate to get you there. All George had done was step in and stand up for you, so why on earth should you be angry at him?

You didn’t want to give George the satisfaction of letting him know that he was right. You were mad at him for other reasons, anyway. It should’ve been you that he asked to the ball, not that other disturbingly annoying Beauxbatons girl. It’s like he’d picked her particularly because he knew her annoying, bubbly personality and thick French accent would get right under your skin.

You softened a bit as you took a deep breath. “I appreciate what you did, George, but it wasn’t your place. I can take care of myself. He nearly knocked you right out!”

George winced at your words and brought a hand to his black and blue eye. He hadn’t even had the time to grab some ice and place it to the injury, and it was now rather swollen. “I don’t care if he knocked me to the bloody ground, I wasn’t going to let him do that to you!”

You couldn’t help it; anger took you over and you were saying things you shouldn’t have before you could second guess yourself. “Well you know what, George? Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!”

You knew your words hurt him, but you didn’t care. He looked as though he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him; he stepped backward and faltered a bit. His breathing became heavy and irregular. “You already had your date when I asked her, Y/N -- don’t you dare try and pin this on me.”

He was right, yet again. You couldn’t help it. Big, fat tears were falling down your face now and you reckoned you wouldn’t be able to salvage the rest of the hideousness that was this evening. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand and noticed the smears of black mascara and eyeliner on your skin. He inched forward now and opened his arms, but you backed away, still not ready to show him any affection.

You were being a git, but the truth was, you’d waited until the very last possible second for George to ask you to the ball. So when he didn’t, you begrudgingly agreed to the Hufflepuff who’d stepped forward and asked you himself. And as you walked swiftly passed George and up the steps to your common room, you realized that though you’d said yes, your heart had been with the Weasley boy you so adored the entire evening.

In truth, what he’d done was brave and full of love and passion. But you were still filled with hurt.

The green monster of jealousy that you’d felt when you’d watched him dance with his date was such a vice, but you just couldn’t help how you felt.

You left George alone in the desolate Great Hall as he let his head fall into his hands, pushing down his fury and tears.

Grey

You hadn’t gone back to him, that boy from the Yule Ball. You thought about it, but you figured you’d spare George more anger.

He’d approached you, your date, the day afterwards, apologizing profusely for his behaviour and how embarrassed he was at the whole ordeal. He’d asked you for lunch, only if you were okay, and you politely declined. “Friends,” you’d said, and he smiled pitifully, but gratefully, and took your hand in his to shake it.

It was so stupid, wasn’t it? Fighting with George over this. So he hadn’t asked you to the Yule Ball, so what? It wasn’t the end all, be all, was it? And he’d stood up for you, hadn’t he? When things had gotten a little out of control. He hadn’t been your date, but he had been your saviour.

It had only been a week since the dance and you two hadn’t said a word to one another. Fred had begged you too. “Come on, Y/N, you know he’s real sorry. Can’t you just forgive him? Blimey, it’s a right difficult thing to do, splitting my time between you both.”

You merely pressed your lips together and huffed. “He can come apologize to me himself, Fred. He doesn’t need you to do it for him.”

But later that afternoon, you figured, why wait? This whole thing was so dramatic and stupid. And so after rereading the same page eight times due to your lack of concentration, you jumped up from your chair in the Ravenclaw common room and made way toward the Great Hall, as fast as your legs could carry you. You were just going to tell him exactly that -- that this entire thing was dumb, and that you were thankful for him, and that bloody hell, you missed him. Perhaps it was a bit dramatic -- it had only been six days, right? You couldn’t help it. You missed him. You missed him a lot.

The thought of finally speaking to him after a very dramatic week apart made your heart flutter, and a very wide smile split your face just as you were about to round the last bend before the Great Hall.

And then you saw it. Them. Tucked away in a corner near a deserted classroom -- tangled together, George’s hands on her waist, hers in his long red hair. Her lips nearly on his. Smiling, giggling. Kissing him.

That bloody annoying Beauxbatons girl.

You stopped short and nearly tripped over your own two feet. You opened your mouth to speak but just let your mouth tremble in silence as you watched them snog one another. Her laugh was so painfully sugary sweet, you felt as though you’d like to rip your own hair out.

You were surprised how quickly the sight of them had sent your heart plummeting into your stomach. Somewhere in the few moments when you stood there in shock, your vision had become blurry and your face had become wet. You wiped at it with your sweater sleeve and sniffled quietly so they wouldn’t hear you. You spun on your heel and sped back toward your common room, wondering what the bloody hell had come over you when you thought of apologizing to him. You just wanted to get back to your dorm. Or perhaps back to your house in Ottery St. Catchpole. Stupid, silly girl you were.

If only you knew that George had spotted you before you’d left and froze solid in the spot he was standing, ignoring the forwardness of the Beauxbatons girl attached to his arm, his heart and mind chasing you all the way home.

Purple

The Ravenclaw common room was completely empty except for you. You always did this, though -- each and every year, you were always the last to finish packing. Not because you were a procrastinator, but because you hated admitting to yourself that another year was over, and you were another year closer to impending graduation.

Someone popped through the door and said your name softly. You turned and saw George standing there with a small smile on his face. “Hey,” he said, “train’s here. You almost ready to go?”

You groaned and looked back down at your trunk, now fully packed. “If I’ve got to be.” You felt like an absolute idiot that those few words brought tears to your eyes so easily. “Oi, here I go again.”

George laughed lightly and pulled you into a hug. “We’ll be back in no time, you’ll see again how quickly the summer holidays go.”

“But George, it’s our last year!” you cried. And then you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, because you didn’t fancy the idea of boarding the train with smudged makeup and a red nose. “Anyway, shall we?”

When you grabbed your trunk and headed toward the door, George gently took your hand in his and turned you around. “I’ve got something for you actually.”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and clapped your hands together. “A present? It’s not even my birthday.”

But then you wondered if it was actually a present he wanted to give you, because he took your other hand in his and squeezed them, a serious look on his face. Your features twisted into that of confusion, and you’d be lying if you said that your heartbeat didn’t increase at the sight of him looking at you so earnestly. “What is it?”

“I’ve been a real git this year. Specifically, the Yule Ball. And a little while after that.”

You laughed and playfully shoved him. Though you still felt the sting of those few weeks, you two had managed to patch things up. He hadn’t lasted that long with that Beauxbatons girl anyway. “George, we’ve been over this, c’mon -- you were only doing what you thought was right. I’ve forgiven you, you know.”

“I know,” he smiled, and you could tell that he was equally as glad as you were that you two had placed that argument behind you. But what you two hadn’t touched on since then was what you’d said to him in a fit of fury: Perhaps he wouldn’t have had the chance to try anything with me if you’d just bloody asked me to the ball first instead of that stuffy Beauxbatons girl!

Of course he’d wanted to ask you. He’d wanted to ask you more than anything in the entire world, but each and every time he’d opened his mouth to say something, he couldn’t. Bloody nerves, and all that. Then he went and acted like a prat, making you cry, and he vowed to himself that he’d never make you cry again, unless it were happy tears.

“I realized I’ve never properly made it up to you -- not asking you to the the Yule Ball in the first place, and that time when we were nine.”

You raised your eyebrows suspiciously. “When we were nine? What the bloody hell happened when we were nine?”

And then he pulled from his pocket the most beautiful lavender pendant you ever did see. The circular stone was outlined in the same silver as the chain, and the sun flooding in from the windows made it sparkle more than anything you’d ever seen in your life. Your breath caught in your throat and you looked back and forth from the necklace to George, and back again.

“I ruined your purple dress, remember?” he asked you. He laughed a bit, probably thinking about the ridiculous way you’d looked with red paint splattered all over you. You couldn’t believe he remembered that. “Now, it’s not a dress, but seeing as we’ve grown up a bit since then, I reckoned you’d prefer something a little nicer.” He swallowed over a lump in his throat before continuing. “I never fancied her, you know. That girl from Beauxbatons. I just...” he trailed off, searching for words he couldn’t seem to muster up. You wondered if he could hear the dramatic thump of your heart, beating loudly in the heavy silence. “It doesn’t matter. It was you I wanted to be with that night, and long after. I still do.”

Then he brushed aside your hair and placed the pendant around your neck. You peered at him through blurry vision, and surprised yourself that you were now crying due to the tenderness of his touch and the emotion in his gift and not that you two were about the board the train and leave school, no longer the same two people you were just a few moments ago.

You did the only thing you could think of and you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him. You felt his shock, but it took him only mere milliseconds before he was kissing you back. In truth, you’d been wondering what it would feel like to kiss him -- the taste of him, the feel of your limbs entangled together, exactly how high your heart would soar. It was exactly the way first kisses were meant to be -- slow, and easy, and warm, the way it’s supposed to feel after having swam all day long -- your body limp and muscles de-tensing. You moulded perfectly with him, and when gravity (or rather, the first signal of the train’s departure) pulled you from one another, he peered at you with such affection that you felt as though you might explode.

You grabbed the pendant and held in gently in between your fingers, already having memorized the outline of the silver and the different shades of purple within it. “I am so bloody happy you threw red paint at me that day, Weasley.”

He laughed haughtily, throwing his head back before swinging an arm around your waist and pulling your trunk toward the exit of the Ravenclaw common room. “Merlin, me too.”

White

You were sitting at your kitchen table, ignoring the massive amount of work in front of you to admire your other hard work. Your cozy little flat looked just as you always imagined it would, with the added bonus of your boyfriend in the corner of the front entrance, fixing a loose coat hanger on the wall.

Never in your life did you imagine that things could be as perfect as this.

You couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a flat you two would share one day.

You got up and brought with you his half empty glass of wine and handed it to him. Gratefully he took it and sipped before pressing a feather light kiss to your forehead. But then you gently traced his jawline with your finger, down his neck, across his collar bone until he followed your move and leaned in to kiss you. It was soft and chaste and everything like your first one had been. But as the alcohol worked its way through your veins, you found yourself pressing yourself harder against him.

A moan of content escaped him as you bit down on his lip and slipped your hands underneath his shirt, hands pressed against his chest. Unashamedly, you pulled him toward your bedroom, and he placed his empty wine glass next to yours on the table as he kicked the door closed.

The two of you fell backwards onto the bed in an entanglement of limbs. He hovered above you, dropping down a bit to press light kisses to your neck, in between your collarbones, behind your ears, against your jawline. You so desperately wanted to feel his weight on top of you, and so you yanked him firmly against you and kissed him in a way that there was no aching way that he wouldn’t be able to tell exactly what you wanted.

He began to undo the buttons on your shirt, taking time to press kisses into your chest at the exposed places before he stopped himself and gently ran his hands across your hips, and then your cheek. His voice was merely a whisper in the deafening silence, “Are you sure?”

He gazed at you with such tenderness and love that you knew he’d stop, if you’d asked him to. He wouldn’t go another inch further if you weren’t ready. And for you, that was more than enough.

“I’m sure.”

He sucked in a breath and dipped down to press lips to yours gently before continuing to make light work of your clothes. He explored every inch of you, and the sensation of his lips gently grazing your skin caused you to arch your back in pleasure. You could feel him smiling against you, wildly in love, handling you with such care as if you were a tiny glass figure he was afraid of breaking. He held you so delicately and worked his way through each and every single one of your wants with slow and gentle hands.

You’d known it was love with him; maybe not consciously, but you’d known it long before now. Love, filled with intensity and desire and longing, in its most vulnerable and fragile form -- pure, and blinding white.

Pink

The summer air wafted in through the open window in the kitchen, and you listened to Mrs. Weasley hum some Muggle song as she set the table for dessert. You placed the finishing touches on the lemon meringue pie you baked, special because it was George’s favourite and Mrs. Weasley had insisted.

You had to admit, he’d always had the outside exterior of a tough guy, but owning a business did absolute wonders for his confidence. You noticed the way he stood up a little straighter, smiled a little bigger, and most of all, just how much he gushed about all the plans you two would be able to act on, now that you were both making income of your own.

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N, you’ve absolutely knocked it out of the park with this pie, if I do say so myself.” Arthur’s praise was nothing short of wonderful; you felt the tips of your ears turn pink at his compliments. By the way Ron slouched back in his chair, looking rather chuffed indeed, you could tell he felt the same exact way. Especially when he reached for the last piece, but Hermione slapped his hand away.

“Oh my!” Molly yelped suddenly. You jumped in surprise in your seat. “Oh, Georgie dear, would you mind wandering into the field before dark? I’d love some wildflowers for the table,”

“Sure thing, mum.” George replied before turning to you and squeezing your hand. “Want to tag along?”

You said, “Of course” at the exact same time Ron said “I’ll come along too, I could use a good walk” and if you hadn’t been so focused on George’s tender gaze, you almost would’ve missed Fred silently hissing at Ron and Hermione slapping his hand yet again. “On second thought,” Ron swallowed thickly, “I’d better stay here and help you clean up, mum.”

“Atta boy, Ronniekins,” Molly said. To you and George, she continued, “You two better get going -- not long now before it turns dark!”

George stood and pulled you to your feet. “You coming, love?”

“I go where you go.”

About twenty minutes later, as the setting sun had blended with the light purples and pinks of the sky, you’d found yourself with a rather beautiful bouquet of wildflowers for Molly. You turned to George, who was leaning against the tree and smiling at you, and asked, “Shall we get going darling? Don’t want to be too late. I reckon your mum will come out here searching for us if we spend an evening among the stars.”

“Doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea, actually.” His grin deepened, and then he said, “you’re lucky I don’t have any pranks up my sleeve right now.”

You look up at the tree and recognized the place where he’d infuriated you all those long years ago. You rolled your eyes and shook your head before twirling in your dress. “I am lucky. I was able to get a new dress after the one you so lovingly ruined. Though I will admit -- I wasn’t all that big of a fan of those puffy sleeves. This one’s much more adult.”

George arched his eyebrow in surprise before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “Oh yes it is.”

You slapped him playfully and pointed your finger at him. “Alright you prat, calm yourself, you’ll have to wait until we get back to our flat for any funny business.”

But then you realized, as George’s features turned from mischievous to genuine within the matter of seconds, that there was definitely more pressing matters than funny business on his mind.

And then he was telling you how he’d only teased you back then because he’d found you so bloody cute, and how he should’ve asked you to the Yule Ball and regretted every single day that he didn’t, and how he’d never met anyone who could play Quidditch quite as well as you, and how bloody happy he’d been when you’d kissed him that day in the Ravenclaw common room. And then knelt down and he asked it, the words you’d imagined since you were a little girl, strung together with such fondness and emotion and tenderness that you weren’t quite sure how you were standing upright.

You’d already begun to nod quickly through your tears before he finished, but would he really be George Weasley if he didn’t tease you, just a little? “Say yes,” he laughed, “say yes and marry me and be my wife for as long as you’ll have me.”

He slid the ring onto your finger and kissed you and picked you up and whirled you around in the field and held you gently in his arms as though you were a precious glass figurine and he was doing everything in his power to hold you delicately.

“Yes. I say yes.”

Black & White

You asked, When did you first know?

And he answered, I always knew.

You both ran back up the aisle, your white dress fluttering around your ankles, his black suit hugging the curves of his arms, and into the field and away from the party, momentarily, to celebrate your first moments as husband and wife in the place where he’d figured it all out.

He’d known since that afternoon when he’d handed you those yellow dandelions that he would bring you back here one day, to ask you to be his wife. He’d known, in the Ravenclaw common room when he gave you that purple pendant, still dangling from your neck, that one day he’d also give you a ring. He’d known, all those long years ago, that he wanted to marry you, and that you would say yes, when he’d finally ask.

And now, in front of your friends and family, he’d vowed to love you -- love in it’s purest and simplest form, love -- with all it’s sentiment and emotion and vulnerability. He vowed to love you and only you for the rest of his life.

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[jamesmarlowe]

『ANTON THIEMKE ❙ CIS-MALE』 ⟿ looks like JAMES MARLOWE is here for HIS SENIOR year as a FINE ARTS student. He is 21 years old & known to be CLEVER, INVENTIVE, UNRELIABLE & EGOTISTICAL. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ SLOTH. 25. EST. SHE/HER.

hi hello welcome 2 my twisted mind ☺️ marlowe is a character i’m still fine-tuning bc he’s brand-new, so this is unfortunately.... a bit of a mess.... and mostly made up on the spot.... c’est la vie!!

(a late addition but u can also peep his weheartit collection here 4 some vibes)

his government name is james marlowe but he only goes by marlowe & only introduces himself as marlowe like he’s madonna or sting....  most ppl who know him (apart from like close friends) probably don’t even know what his first name is. maybe he doesn’t have one!

hails from Appalachia, specifically a trailer park in a poor-as-dirt stretch of Virginia where he was born n raised, baby. he’s Appalachian white trash and not afraid to admit it. marlowe’s very casual about his upbringing and his dumpster fire of a family (no less than three relatives are currently incarcerated, one of which is his older brother who’s probably serving a minor sentence for whatever dumb shit Tim Riggins got got for in FNL or like, selling illegal fireworks out of his trunk :/ ). the only thing he’s a little self-conscious about is his twang which he’s mostly suppressed by now, but other than that, he’s got no shame in where he comes from bc lbr no authentic artist ever came from money anyway!

born sandwiched in the middle of five siblings, marlowe’s always been wild and creative and impulsive, a loud-mouthed kid with too much to say for his own good, prone 2 getting in trouble but learning absolutely nothing from it. it was his mission in life to be Different from all the other kids who grew up where he grew up, with the way he talked, dressed, acted, because he knew that he was destined for bigger n better things so it was just a matter of getting other ppl to believe it, & then seeing how far a little talent and a lot of charisma would take him >:)

from age 8 onwards, he told people he was an “artist” and that became his primary identity. when he was 16 he completed an independent sculpture project (called “Skyscraper”) where he constructed a 20-foot tower made out of junk collected from around the trailer park and then glued Barbies n other dolls all clawing over each other to get to the top, smack dab in the middle of Main Street and refused to take it down even when the local fire department showed up 2 threaten him with fines. it did eventually get taken down bc it was ‘structurally unsound’ and someone nearly got concussed by a falling mannequin head, but at least it got some attention from local newspapers and w/ that as the crown jewel in his portfolio, marlowe got into a few different art/liberal arts schools the following year. radcliffe was the only one who offered a partial scholarship and the east coast sounded nice n far from home, so anyways lets go ✈️ college 

FAST FORWARD its senior year babey and marlowe’s been making the most of his time here at radcliffe. he’s a fine arts major but specializes in mixed media sculptures (and probably is really shit at most of his other classes, like art theory where u actually have to read textbooks? still life drawing? boring. yawn. won’t do it.) his entire profile as an artist i’m cribbing from Rachel Harrison bc I saw her exhibition at the whitney a little while ago and her sculptures made me go ?????¿¿¿¿¿ which i think is exactly the kind of bizarre nonsense that marlowe is going for with his “art”. feast your eyes on these masterpieces. the joke of it all is that marlowe is the first to admit that his art isn’t like.... good. but his philosophy is that if people respond to it & praise it like it’s art, then by definition, it’s art. and if it gets him places (like it got him onto Cultured Magazine’s “30 Young Artists To Watch This Decade″ list), then yeehaw!

When he’s not busy creating new monstrosities, marlowe takes one fat nap per day (usually at a time when he has class) and is otherwise a very social creature who needs constant attention. he’s got a lot of friends and is always looking to make more, not in a #fake way but just as a person who genuinely likes being around people. he very quickly gets bored if left on his own, so he’s prone to following people around campus like a stray cat regardless of whether or not they tell him to shoo. he dorms at Noland but is almost always found in other houses, often crashing in other people’s rooms (needs to be close to his friends or He’ll Die), and he definitely frequents parties, bc marlowe never passes up an opportunity to drink other people’s booze and get a lil messy and Chaotic. he’s [jim halpert voice] not a slut, but who knows? he’s kinda a slut! he’s also definitely pulled another stunt similar to Skyscraper by taking over the quad for a guerrilla art installation with his sculptures (and without the school’s permission oops) which may be the basis for some connections if ppl know him from that particular exploit!!

in summary..... marlowe can be a bit up his own ass at times, but being around him is generally a Good Time bc he’s easy-going and friendly and always down for anything, always. litcherally zero impulse control so nothing gets in the way of a dumb idea that might potentially make for a good story. perhaps he’s not the most reliable person, so don’t expect a prompt text back if ur in a life or death situation, and he doesn’t care very much about anything, so ur setting urself up for disappointment if you do expect him to care about something (the fact that he’s never been in a long-term relationship... very telling). all he wants to do is just have! fun all the time! he’s trying to scam his way into the American Dream with his dumb art, so that he can live a good life and maybe get rich and famous and eventually party at Art Basel in Miami with Frank Ocean! is that really so much to ask!

appearance: marlowe’s very vain and a lot of thought goes into his appearance even when (especially when) it doesn’t look like he’s done anything but roll straight out of bed. all of his outfits are as outrageous as his sculptures are ugly. think mismatched prints and loud colors, silk shirts gaping open like he got tired after the first three buttons, a pawn’s shop worth of jewelry, weird dangly earrings w/ feathers or tiny charms, tinted yellow or pink sunglasses, sometimes a bandana around his neck, just for extra flavor. his hair always has to look perfectly tousled; u can catch him checking out his reflection in pretty much every mirrored surface. at least half the surface area of his body is covered in tattoos & he’ll suggest getting more during every drunken night out, which... is why he has so many by now!

connections: to be quite honest its 2 am and i feel all of my higher brain functions shutting down so i’m gonna make these very simple n straightforward, but we can always workshop!!!! pls feel free to message me even if none of these strike ur fancy :0)

peers in the arts - friends, acquaintances, rivals, probably some former group project members holding a grudge....

fellow party animals who don’t mind sharing when marlowe inevitably mooches off their alcohol and drugs :)

unlikely friends!!!!! it’d be fun to have a friendship dynamic with someone who’s very different from him!!

a roommate in Noland... possibly one he’s not on good terms w/... even tho marlowe hardly EVER sleeps in his own dorm room, he uses it as a storage locker for all his “found” art materials. i can imagine that living in that mess would try the limits of anyone’s sanity :)  

enemies - they can hate his whole Genius Artist shtick and they’d be valid :/

fellow insomniacs! marlowe is very much a night owl (regular naps during the day may be 2 blame but oh well) so he needs a fellow nocturnal to hit up the late-night McDonald’s drive thru with him and then lay on the grass lookin at the stars and contemplating life’s great mysteries while eating chicken mcnuggets 

exes - idk if u can even call them tht when his past “relationships” have all had a lifespan of six weeks or less, but hey there’s drama in that too!!

fwb - i don’t think marlowe’s the type 2 be juggling too many fwb/hook-ups at one time simply because That’s A Lot of Work. that being said... he never likes to sleep alone ;) 

[sumeshi-t]

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Notes: this was for @writinginstability‘s 500 and 1k writing challenge (yep im that anon. and for the 1k wc i’m sorry i forgot to send in an ask about it). uuughghhhh idk how i feel about this i’m hella dumb at writing, hence why it is titled this way; and this was my fourth try at writing the story but that’s it. leaving this crap out here so yeah. :----) **also i edited it because i realized i left something out??? like seriously all I had to do was copy and paste this from word i can’t believe??? i’m so ashamed pls forgive me

Pairing: deviant!Connor x reader

Word count: 2671

Prompt: Bliss (from the 500wc) | “I guess this is all I have left of you.” (from the 1kwc)

Today was a special day... at least, for Connor.

A certain RK800 began with slow, calculated steps up the porch, each piece of wood creaking loudly beneath every step he took. Somehow, deep inside he still recognized this emotion and associated it with fear and anxiety; what he was about to do would not only surprise you but more so, himself.

But he couldn't help it; couldn't help falling for you. You treated him differently... in a good way, in the best way, that he still thinks he never really deserved it.

Soon after Connor became a deviant, you were kind enough to offer him a place to stay in, since Hank was acting like a spoiled kid, refusing to share his house, followed by a lame excuse saying that he didn't want to babysit a plastic cop. (Though everybody knew that if Connor, or basically anyone else insisted, their situation would have been the other way around).

He finds himself smiling softly, a small and faint, "I'm home," escaping through his lips. Connor raised a hand to rest it on the door knob to check if it were locked. Lucky for him, it seems you still weren't home. 

And no, he did not jump in through the windows because you gave him his own keys.

Connor picks up on the post-it note that you left on the wall as he entered, that you were "getting some paint stuff from Markus because he lost a bet". 

Sure, Connor never stopped working for the DPD, but he was also a key into aiding Jericho's success. Somehow, you asked to tag alongside Connor when they had to discuss some matters, so you got to meet and be acquainted with its leader. It just turned out that he used to be the Carl Manfred's android. You were a fan of the man's artworks, and somehow you found yourself a friend in the android with... heterochromia. (But once Markus had told you that part of his story, you garnered respect for the reason behind his differently colored eyes.)

Connor immediately went to the bedroom, and if he had real functioning lungs, he was sure he'd have air get caught in it. 'Maybe she left the note a day ago.' He thinks to himself, and sighs. The case he was currently working on took away lots of his time from you.

It would seem that it was one of your off days from your work, and you promised yourself to take a sleep in.

Connor reaches out to place his hand on your face, and rub his thumb across your soft cheek. If he could, he would've gulped. The lines on your face told Connor you weren't getting younger, nor stronger, each passing day. 

He shook off those thoughts from his mind and let you be, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest as you lied peacefully by his side. He left the precinct after Hank went ahead after midnight. So he was sure the lieutenant was also going to be late, or worse, not go to the DPD at all; so why not let him, the android with his own rights, be late too? Or even better, skip work that day? 

He missed you, is that not enough of a reason to file a leave?

Your mouth parted slightly in your slumber, and he especially liked it that you were wearing one of his clothes, slightly loose and hanging off your shoulders on one side, your scent lingering on them even after you remove it.

One of his hands trace the outline of your face, brushing away the few strands of hair that blocked you from his view, and some of it were beginning to gray. His eyes traveled through each one of the lines and creases on your face, and Connor made sure to take them in to memory.

You stirred, before pulling your body closer to his. Connor smiles, his thirium pump accelerating, and still he wonders how you seem to make him feel that way each time spent with you. Were you secretly an android programmed to do that to him? 

Silly, he knows that you're nothing like his kind. 

You were so much more, to an android like him.

His hand slides down to the curves of your body, and stops by your waist, hand resting at the small of your back. Five minutes more, he says to himself, and then he's gonna wake you up.

You groaned when light penetrated through the windows after Connor manipulated the blinds open. He chuckled a bit at your grumpy mood before he littered your face with butterfly kisses, and you just couldn't be pissed at him, brown eyes so intent on your own, like two cups of hot chocolate on a cold winter day. 

Your face flushed as you soon smiled, red blood pulsing through your veins that contrasted his blue, blue thirium pumping through his system.

"Hey? Connor?" He still didn't respond, and you smirked slightly. "Cat got your tongue?" You chuckled, and this broke him from his trance. Despite his internal dictionary, and thousands of sources of words, he cursed himself for being so speechless when it comes to you. "It's called art appreciation, I just couldn't help it."

The compliment then made you blush, and your heart beat faster. Shit, since when did he become that smooth? This time, it was Connor's turn to smirk, not needing to run a scan on your vitals to be certain that he made you feel butterflies go crazy in your stomach. 

His level of stress lessened at that, and it even gave him a bit of confidence.

Connor always listens to you, as you tell him about your day that was spent without him.

"I waited for you last night, but I fell asleep..."

Your android looks at you apologetically, and this prompted you to pull him in for a kiss. 

"Guess what I found in the attic? It still works," 

You twisted a bit, after rubbing sleep off your eyes; reaching for something on the floor. You told him you spent the rest of the night before, tinkering on an old polaroid camera.

Connor sees you snap your head up in his direction, as he probably called out to your name in confusion. 

You grin, Connor sees your figure sit up, holding the camera with one hand while the other grabs him by the arm and forced him to do the same on the bed. Your finger pointed towards the camera lens while you rest your head on his chest. 

Connor blinks a few times after the flash of light, then you both waited for the film to develop, just in each other's arms. You raise your hand up, asking him to put his palm against yours. You once saw Markus and North do that same thing and it intrigued you. Somehow, you could even call yourself jealous because androids have such a way to connect with each other. "Do the thing," you whisper, and Connor instantly understood what you were referring to. 

You could see his real, plastic self, and you could never get tired of being in awe at him. You interlaced your fingers with his and kissed the top of his hand. "I should be the one to do that." he tries teasing you, but you both knew how much he loved it, loved you even more every time you did that.

"...I wish we could stay like this for much longer," 

Connor's LED turned yellow, then quickly turns back to blue, careful not to alert you of his hidden worries. Although you were probably referring to him having to go to work, butfor the android it's about humans and their lifespan. 

Connor learned and witnessed it through so many ways that humans are quite fragile: when you ran to chase after Sumo and fell, spraining your ankle; when he gripped your hips too hard on one heated night, leaving bruises; heck, even paper can cut a human's skin. 

That's why he always made you his mission after becoming a deviant.

After the photo was developed, you hand it over to him, and he in turn, reaches for the book he has yet to finish due to his busy job. Connor has vowed to use the photo as his own bookmark. 

"I have decided not to go to the DPD today; I'm sure Captain Fowler wouldn't mind."

You snort, "Sure he won't. Just hope that Hank gets in or else you both are gonna get your ears blown off the next day," 

"I need to make sure that you don't miss me too much." He gets hit on his chest and you suddenly get out of bed. He watches you go, but he stays behind as he digs for something inside his suit, then plays with it as though it were one of his little coins.

^Software Instability

Connor offers to cook breakfast for you, proceeding to carry out the first part of his plan to spoil you.

"I sense something today; you're being too sweet. Not saying I don't like it, but I wonder what's in that android brain of yours?" You tell him before taking a first bite into your favorite morning meal. Connor did his best to remain composed at you having caught onto him again.

Soon after, you both staggered, dancing to your favorite song on the way to the back door, one where it led to the garden you'd spent hours beautifying, tending to each plant while your android lover watched over.

There also stood a bench, situated before a tree that was there ever since you were but a child. One of you hit a foot on that bench's leg, losing balance and hitting the ground, limbs tangled with each other.

Your laugh sounded so refreshing and Connor couldn't help but join you in it. From behind you, he found the source of that little mishap, the colors of which were now dull and faded.

You made your way to the tree to get some shade, and sat there, leaning on the trunk. You pat the space beside you and Connor follows.

"You're really going extra on me today. What's up? Just tell me already," 

"I guess this is all I have..." he paused, his hand cupping your cheek, and the other reaching for something in his suit. You lean into his hand with a serene smile on your face, feeling his warmth spread across your skin. Connor returns the smile with one of his own, albeit shy and hesitant, and eventually shows you the small, simple ring he's gotten for you. You gasp at it, and tears brimming your eyes as you simply nod your head, unable to form any words out your mouth. 

You felt a tear drop to your cheek as Connor leans down to gently place a kiss on your temple. 

Once he pulls away, the edges around his vision began to blur, static filling in at steady intervals.

But he wasn't afraid.

Instead, his smile grew wider, another tear rolling down his cheek.

"...all I have left of you."

Connor continues his previous statement that he simply whispers to himself. He takes another look around him and what his current reality truly was.

The ring in his hand was no more, and instead was just one of his quarters. Connor gripped on it before he returns the coin back inside his pocket. 

His head shot up and saw the garden you worked so hard on, was now nothing but a bunch of weeds; old, withered, cold and dead. Connor tried to tend to it but after your passing, the android couldn't bear to return and be reminded each day that he wasn't really a human; because he could not age and therefore, would not die. He found that unfair, you were unfair for being human and for making him feel like a human.

Truthfully, there were a few times he wished he had never gone deviant. Maybe he never would have suffered the pain of losing someone dear to him; of grieving over someone who has given his life, his existence, a whole new meaning; someone that he...

...loves.

But it would've been more painful to never have had the chance to experience such a powerful emotion. It would be more painful to never have had the chance to be with you.

Despite his memory cache glitching, making him see you from your youthful self to the you with white hair and wrinkled skin, Connor would never forget the way your eyes used to shine. Those eyes that never aged, eyes that gave him warmth, that ignited a spark within him and made him happy that he was alive.

Warnings about his system shutting down in a few seconds bombarded him, but he couldn't care less. He's been around far too long enough and Connor even wondered why he stayed. 

A world without you was not a world he wants to further live in. 

It's been years and Connor only wanted nothing more than to be with you again.

"Connor, where will you go?" Your voice was now muffled in his hearing, but the android continued trying to process one of the last pieces he's had of you.

Connor looks at you once more, and back then he didn't have anything to answer you with. But now, he was sure of it.

"Where else but to you?"

He once said that there could hardly be any heaven for androids. However, as his system collapses, Connor swore he could really feel your hand on the side of his face, lowering it to your level. 

Connor faintly feels your lips brush against where he knows his LED would be. He caught a glimpse of you, and everything felt so real, he was sure that you were truly there with him; alive and healthy just as you were years ago. 

"I love you Connor. No matter what people still say, I never loved any other human or android the same way as I loved you. Always remember that," 

He tried reaching out to finally kiss your lips but his vision blackens out, and all he could see were warnings about his biocomponents and the amount of time he has left before shutdown. Connor could even feel his thirium pump decelerating. 

Your android couldn't be happier.

"And I never forgot. I can't wait to see you again, love," his voice didn't sound like his own, like a typical machine losing power. 

Connor leans back on the tree, looking up at the sky streaked with pastel colors that were being reflected on his lenses. However, he could no longer see the beauty it held. You were the last masterpiece that he saw and for him, nothing would ever outshine your beauty.

He was ready now. Connor still couldn't believe he'd survived being alone for such a long time without you in his life. 

Five seconds. His eyes flutter close, the wind weaving through the loose strands of his hair.

Three seconds. Two. Connor's lips move, feeling your name escape through him as his last 'breath', the sound of it going on deaf ears and carried away by the wind.

One.

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Connor's head slightly bows, then tilts to the side, the blue LED flickering once before it shut off completely.

The autumn breeze makes the leaves fall all around him, making the whole scenario nothing but peaceful. It was as if Connor was just in a state of permanent sleep, eternally dreaming, reunited with you in his quaint version of heaven, a garden he used to tell you of but never got to see and recreated it in your own little way.

If one were to take a closer look, the android that was once regarded as a deviant hunter, held a smile of pure bliss that would forever be etched onto his plastic features.

[seojvns]

everything you didn’t care to know about seojun yoon. 

basic statistics.

full name: seojun yoon. 

nickname: jun, junnie, seo. 

how'd they get it?: they’re just... variations of his name...

age: twenty one. 

date of birth: april 27th. 

zodiac: taurus. 

gender: male. 

sexual orientation: pansexual. 

when did they realize this?: around the age he started being interested in people. it’s never been something he’s struggled with, it’s jus how things were/are. 

nationality: american.

hometown: daejeon, south korea.

current residence: cortland, wisconsin.

occupation: freelance photographer. 

for how long?: umm, probably since high school?? he started out doing it for free, to build his resume, and over time he began building it into something he could actually make money from. not much, but !! getting paid for doing something he loves?? really couldn’t ask for more than that. 

do they like his/her job?: obvs!!! does he wish he could have a lot more clients?? ya, but he’s patient and he’s got the time. 

salary: mm, depends on the job but probably anywhere from $150-250/job. 

family.

any significant ancestors?: ummmm, no. 

grandparents (describe relationship): he was really close to his grandmother, on his mom’s side, who passed away a few years ago. he’s close to his grandfather from that side too, but he’s a bit old fashioned in his views and sometimes conversations are... not really something he can take much from. but he likes his company, and overall they have a good relationship. his grandparents on his father’s side both died before he really got a chance to even know them. 

aunts/uncles (describe relationship): there’s definitely a distance. when he was younger, he’d see more of them, and his cousins too, but as he grew up... it became less of a tradition his parents and his aunts/uncles bothered to keep up with. he sees them at family gatherings, usually around holidays, but that’s about it. 

parents (describe relationship): there’s a lot of distance between him and his parents. his father’s always been distant, even at a young age he wasn’t very invested in seojun. but he’d buy him things, assuming that was a decent enough way to show his ‘love,’ but it only made seojun resentful of the money he tried to use in an attempt to get out of actually caring or showing interest. his mother, on the other hand, cared. but only when he was young. from the time he was adopted, at age five, until about eleven. after that she became more disinterested in him. she also started nitpicking him a lot?? like no snacks, finding a poem and critiquing it, etc. support wasn’t something he was given, which is why he’s become such a desperate lil people pleaser. 

are they still together?: yes, yep. 

what is the character's family life like: it was really lonely growing up, cause even if everyone was home they’d all be off doing their own things. usually seojun was in his room writing, or out exploring and taking photos. he probably would’ve found his way to his hobbies regardless, but their neglect definitely encouraged him to explore them in a way he might not have done much sooner. 

what does their family love most about them?: hmm, probably his manners. he’s a good boy and he’d never embarrass them or anything when they drag him to events or parties, so, yeah! 

hate?: they see him as too shy, and lacking of a personality, but really that’s just because they’ve kind of made him feel like he should just keep quiet and do what he’s told :/ and that’s exactly what he does. 

does the family have a specific set of values?: his parents are very much the type of people who want everything to look perfect on the outside, and not care much about how they actually are on the inside. 

what would their family be described like by another person?: reserved, well put together, successful. 

have they ever had any pets?: he did! he had a dog, a samoyed, which he got from his parents for his seventh birthday. his name was ghost,, original, i know!

what happened to them?: he died a few years ago :/ it was a rly rough time for jun, who basically had him throughout his entire childhood. 

relationships.

are they a virgin?: umm, nope. 

how did they lose it?: i’m embarrassed just thinkin abt it. 

have they ever cheated on a partner?: never would he ever!!! 

has a partner ever cheated on them?: probably. 

how did they react?: better question - did he ever find out? doubtful. 

who was their first crush?: hard to say :/ he gets a new crush everyday :/ 

are they in any kind of romantic relationship?: no!! 

how serious/relaxed is it?: hmph. 

describe the relationship with their current partner: this is... pointless... 

how did they meet?: why ask so many questions based on the POTENTIAL of him bein in a relationship... 

who made the first move?: prob not seojun in any situation ... he’s not very bold 

how does your character truly feel about their partner?: this.... is so redundant... 

when did they realize this?: thank u, next! 

who is your characters closest friend?: minnie uwu 

how did they meet?: umm they’ve been bffs for as long as seojun can remember okay!!! so how they met is just one of those things he doesn’t... rly remember bc it feels like he’s known her his WHOLE entire life, u know?? 

why do they get along so well?: because they’re both cute and soft and they just vibe together well ok,, why question these things?? there’s been so many late nights up talking about anything n everything, so many heartbreaks that she’s been there for, so many adventures they’ve had n have yet to have... she’s his other half!!! <333 

describe relationship with any other significant friends: adrian’s one of the most important ppl to him ?? like ever?? cause he’s jun’s best friend but also a lot more than that. even though they can’t seem to get things right, he’s always gonna have feels for adrian. kian......... gross where do i even begin!!!! seojun would literally die for kian. he’s more than his roomie ok seojun’s so disgustingly attached that no matter what kian did he’d never leave his side lmao #dedicated. jiwon is who seojun would be if he could choose his life sjfsfks she’s jus so,, uwu perfect n everything he aspires to be. he LUVS her even tho she can lowkey be a lil scary?? not in like a way that he’s legit scared but like... she can be intimidating a lil bit. rt if u agree

favorites.

favorite foods: sushi, korean fried chicken, fries. 

least favorite food: black licorice, celery. 

favorite colors: pale yellow and light pink. 

least favorite color: whatever the fuck u call the color blue that tumblr chose for the new bg color fksdjfs

music: pop, r&b. 

literature: mysteries!! 

smell: honeysuckles, bonfires, fresh bread. 

feeling: affection uwu

season: autumn. 

pets: dogs, but... he loves cats too :/ 

place: hmm, he’s really drawn to the woods?? like when he was younger he’d go into the woods with his camera and a book and just spend all fucking day out there. there’s something really peaceful about it ?? and there’s just so much to experience... the woods jus make him soft, k?? 

favorite sport(s): huh

possession this character values most: his camera!!!!!!!! his journals filled with poems about everyone he knows. 

why is it so important to them?: um, his camera is p obvious?? his poetry filled journals, well, that’s p obvious too. he doesn’t want to forget how he felt in the moments where he was inspired to write whatever he wrote. 

physical characteristics.

height: 5′8′‘. 

weight: 130 lbs. 

body build: slim. 

eye color: brown. 

glasses or contact lenses?: contact lenses, but sometimes he’ll wear his glasses when he’s feelin’ lazy. 

hair color: naturally it’s black, but he prob keeps it either light pink or blond.  

scent: tbh idk what to answer for this, describing someone’s natural scent... hard. 

voice: he’s got a soft voice :/ 

mannerisms: says ‘um’ and ‘uh’ too much, whining about nothing, watching anything/everything with subtitles, turns the tab on a soda can sideways. 

style: comfy clothing mostly?? like loose fitting tops and form fitting bottoms. 

how do they walk?: like a fucking model tbh??? 

what are their nervous tics: he’s blushing 99% of the time tbh,, nose scrunches, averting his gaze 

usual body posture: umm, i’d say he’s got p good posture?? idk,,

preferred clothing.

underwear: boxer briefs babey!

shirts: loose!! t-shirts, flannels, hoodies. anything oversized. 

pants: usually black jeans, like, 9 times out of 10. 

skirts: nah. 

jackets: more oversized shit. 

shoes: prob jus black boots? 

accessories: earrings, rings, make up. make up isn’t an accessory rly but i dunno where else to put that so yayuh that’s a thing. 

formal wear: umm he’s a classic black suit kinda guy, prob w a bowtie, idk. 

sleeping wear: t-shirts and boxer briefs,, do ppl ... actually have real pajamas? like in real life? 

swimming wear: swim trunks ig?? weird question but ok. 

intellectual/mental/personality attributes and attitudes.

did they go to school?: ya, duh. 

where?: west bridge!!! 

what did they learn?: he’s studying photography :-)

what were their grades like?: uh, they’re alright... could be better... he wants to do better but his focus is usually just... anywhere but where it should be. so he procrastinates, and turns in things late a lot, and still is trying to do better. 

native language: korean. 

do they know any other languages?: english. 

how smart are they?: not... very... both book smart and street smart. 

what is their strengths?: creativity, generosity, compassion. 

weaknesses?: time management, insecurity, awareness. 

character's short-term goals in life: don’t go to jail, pass all classes. 

character's long-term goals in life: have a lil photography studio and live happily ever after uwu

how does your character see themselves?: umm, he’s self aware enough to know that he’s kind of sheepish?? he feels like he’s probably awkward in,, so many situations, rip, but he tries his best to not be too weird skfjs 

how does your character believe they are perceived by others?: as a soft boy who wants to be everyone’s friend?? hopefully?? 

how self-confident is your character?: UM LOL NOT AT ALL

what makes their self-confidence waver?: everything,, he just never feels like he’s good enough?? prob because of his mom’s nitpicking, his parents’ lack of interest generally, and the fact that he just has a low self esteem overall. 

what would embarrass your character the most?: being put on the spot about anything, having too much attention, falling for someone who doesn’t like him. 

how does your character feel about love: he!! loves love!!! he rly thinks that there’s someone out there for everyone... maybe not in a ~soulmates~ sense, but he thinks that companionship is a big part of happiness.

about crime: he doesn’t commit crimes... often... but if he does it’s because he can be talked into almost anything. 

people of a different sexuality?: loves everyone, thanks. 

different nationality/race?: loves everyone, thanks. 

how does your character show affection/love?: listening to them n remembering things they’re told, hand holding, doing literally anything they ask. 

how does your character handle grief? not well. especially in the case of manon, which has left him with a terrible sleeping pattern and the heavy feeling of guilt. 

what are they like when they cry?: prob like really dramatic,, like cry a lot while curled up in his bed under the covers kinda cry. 

what can make them cry?: betrayal, loss, anxiousness, stress. 

how does your character handle physical pain?: not well, he probably whines a lot and pouts even more. 

emotional pain?: even worse. he’s so forgiving that even if someone hurt him emotionally, he’d forgive them, but he’d probably be lowkey sad (but in a self blame kind of way) about it for awhile.

is your character typically a leader or a follower?: big time follower. 

what kind of energy level does your character typically display?: soft, upbeat, 

describe their sense of humor: prob either lame or softly sarcastic. 

hobbies: takin pics, writing poems, making playlists for people that’ll never hear them, watching shows instead of studying. 

talents: ...takin pics, writing poems, making playlists for people that’ll never hear them...

extremely unskilled at: focusing! and sports. 

if any, what musical instruments can they play?: piano :-) 

emotional characteristics.

how does the character relate to others?: through soft interactions and deep conversations. he’s pretty honest and open, so if someone asks him something, or even just talks to him, chances are he’s being as open with them as he would be with his close friends. 

how does the character deal with anger?: not well, but when he’s angry, he’s usually more upset than angry? and he wants to resolve things as quickly as possible, otherwise he’s stressed abt it until it’s fixed. 

with sadness?: listens to sad music and cries in the shower. drama queen. 

with conflict?: he’s always the first to apologize. 

with change?: he’s actually pretty adaptable for the most part?? but if it were like a major change, maybe not as good. 

with loss?: ummm, could be better!! probably gets a lil distant when he’s dealing with a loss. 

what does your character want out of life?: happiness :/ 

what would your character like to change in his/her life?: the whole manon thing JFKLSF

what motivates your character?: his future, or at least the ideal future he has in mind for himself. 

what frightens your character?: the fact that they could get caught for covering up a murder perhaps??? terrifying. 

are they afraid of the dark?: ...yes, but he acts like he isn’t cause he’s embarrassed. 

death?: not really?? like he doesn’t WANT to die or anything, but he’s not afraid of death.

what makes your character happy?: listening to good music, giving people things that make him think of them, the photo editing process. 

sad?: being alone, the fact that his parents never care to check up on him, films where the main couple doesn’t end up together.

angry?: people being rude to his friends, being lied to, unnecessarily passive aggressive people. 

aroused?: neck kisses, being called baby, someone who’s rly direct and just kind of... does what they want skjfsl 

annoyed?: people who speak over other people.

guilty?: covering up a potential murder, turning things in late, lying. 

is your character judgmental of others?: no. even if he doesn’t agree with their opinions/things they do he still tries to refrain from judgment. 

is your character generous or stingy?: generous af. 

is your character generally polite or rude?: polite!! angel boy. 

optimistic or pessimistic?: optimistic. 

introvert or extrovert?: lil bit of both?? 

daredevil or cautious?: cautious. 

logical or emotional?: emotional lmao. 

disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: he thinks he’s methodical and neat but he’s actually disorderly and messy. 

would they rather be working or relaxing?: working, even though he thinks he’d rather be chillin he’s kind of terrible at doing nothing. 

how do they feel about animals?: um... he loves them?? he’s the kind of person that’d accidentally let a raccoon in his house and let it stay. 

what is their best quality?: his sincerity. 

what is their biggest flaw?: how trusting he is. 

[medicatemedrmccoy]

Let the games begin - Epilogue

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Today dear reader, we’re checking in On Bones and reader to see how they’re doing.. Also tying up just a couple lose ends!

4,897 word(s) of - fluff and smut

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6

Chapter 7 

This is it guys! The final “official” chapter! I accidentally deleted this yesterday for some reason? Idk, ask drunk me why, so apologies if you’ve read this already. Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this story. Thank you for all the kind words and support. It really means a lot to me! Be gentle. I am a delicate flower.

This is my first smut piece. It’s probably bad, so so bad, and not in the good way. You have been warned.

Special thanks to: @outside-the-government for encouraging me to write again, and for being my beta and idea bouncer, and for creating this monster.  Also @imoutofmyvulcanmind for being an idea bouncer, and letting me torture you with snippets. You two have been the greatest.

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“Come back here, Jo!” Leonard called out over the crowd.

“Oh Len, calm down and let her have some fun” you chided “shes fine”

“Do you not remember what I told you?” Leonard scowled “not out of my sight for a second” you just laughed as you tugged on his hand gently.

“Len, were at the petting pen, in the middle of the county fair. I’m pretty sure nothing here is out to get us. Especially now that we have a grumpy doctor to take care of us. Everyone will flee in terror now I’m sure” you joked.

“Very funny, you never know Y/N. I still don’t like it.” Leonard grumped.

“You can’t possibly watch us every second, Len.” You replied as you began to pet a baby goat.

“Just try me sweetheart.” Leonard challenged, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh, stop it. Come on grump master, let’s go find Jo.” You laughed and swatted his chest playfully. You head over to find where Jo got off to, quickly finding her in the pig pen, amongst the piglets. Leonard walked in as you stood by the fence and watched.

“Now I know my daughter is in here somewhere, where could she be?” Leonard questioned as he picked up a piglet, making it snort softly “no, this isn’t her. Jo, where are you?”

“I’m right here daddy!” Jo replied under a pile of piglets.

“Which one of you said that?” Leonard asked, picking up yet another piglet as it nibbled his fingers.

“Me, daddy!” Jo got up and walked up behind Leonard and hugged his legs.

“There she is, my own little piglet.” Leonard replied turning around and went to lift Jo up in his arms, giving her a kiss before lifting her up on his shoulders, making Jo squeal. Leonard walked them out of the pen and back over to you.

“I knew there was a sweet man underneath all that grump and sass.” You joked as you patted Jo’s hand as she stretched it out to you.

“That’s reserved for you and Jo only, darlin.” Leonard leaned down and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Your secrets safe with me.” You replied as you gave him a wink “I wouldn’t want to ruin your resident curmudgeon reputation.”

“I’m beginning to rethink my “sweet persona” with you.” Leonard quipped back with a smile.

“Whatever Dr. McCoy, you’re not fooling me, I’m too adorable. Now come on, I’m dying for a corndog.” You said wistfully.

“Those things are horrible for you, you know that right?” Leonard lectured.

“I know! That’s why I’m getting two!” You winked at him.

“I want a funnel cake, daddy!” Jo chimed in, patting the top of Leonards head.

“Ohhh good choice Jo, that sounds good!” You said dreamily

Leonard rolled his eyes at the two of you as you grabbed his hand and weaved your way through the crowd.

“So why won’t you tell us where we’re going Len?” you questioned as you fiddled with the radio dials in the car.

“Yeah daddy, we wanna know!” Jo piped up from the backseat.

“Because it’s supposed to be a surprise.” Leonard replied exasperated “just sit back and enjoy the ride”

You must have dozed off in your seat because you were jolted awake by you comm ringing. You dig it out of your pocket and check the screen, with Bones giving you the side eye.  Not recognizing the number, you answered tentatively.

“Hello? …Oh, hey Paul! How are you?… I’m slowly on the mend. How is everything going? Uh huh… oh geez, that sounds like a ton of fun. Alright Paul, call me anytime…. Talk to you later.” You hung up your comm and placed it back in your pocket.

“Anytime huh?” Leonard said in a dreamy voice, picking at you

“Don’t sass me, McCoy.” You said as you slapped his leg lightly. Leonard gave you a smirk and continued to drive.

“Alright you two, eyes closed.” Leonard ordered “no peeking and I mean it, especially you Jo.” as Leonard looked at her in the rearview mirror.

“Awww daddy!” Jo protested, looking none to happy.

“I mean it Jo. You too Y/N.” Leonard ordered once more, narrowing his eyes.

“Alright, alright, don’t get grumpy.” You replied as you put your hands over your eyes. You heard the crunching of gravel as Leonard pulled the car up somewhere and parked.

“Stay here.” Leonard said as he got out of the car and shut the door. You could hear him popping the trunk and messing around with something. He soon came over and got Jo out of her booster seat and then came to get you.

“Alright, come on you two.” Leonard replied as he grabbed both of your hands and led you a ways from the car.

“Alright, here we are, you can open your eyes now.” Leonard said as he let go of your hands. You slowly open your eyes and your mouth drops.

“Wow, this is gorgeous Len, where are we?” You asked in awe, looking around you.

“Yeah daddy, its pretty.” Jo added in

“Gibbs Garden.” Leonard replied “I figured we could have a picnic here like I used to do as a kid” as he gave you a small smile “do you like it?”

“I love it, this is great Len.” You whispered as you walked over to him and gave him a big kiss. Leonards’ small smile grew as he returned your kiss.

The two of you quickly set up the blanket under a tree and Leonard began to unpack the picnic basket and set out the chips and sandwiches on the blanket.

“These sandwiches are pretty good, who knew you were such a good cook.” You said as you leaned against him, thoroughly enjoying the flowers and trees.

“I can make peanut butter and jelly like a pro.” Leonard said, mouth full.

“You’ve got a little bit of jelly riiiiight there…” you trailed off as you kiss his lips softly, Leonard chuckled against your lips.

“Thanks darlin.” Giving you a wink, kissing you back and pulling you into his lap “suns fixing to set, I’ve got the perfect place to watch” as he kissed your neck lightly.

You all get up and begin to pack away everything on the blanket. Leonard took the basket back to the car. You take Jo’s hand as she twirls around with your hand. Leonard had a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes as he walked back to the two of you.

“Come on girls, this way,” Leonard said as he grabbed both of your hands, leading you across the grass to a small bridge, overlooking a small pond. You and Leonard both leaned on the railing, while Jo is bouncing up and down trying to see over it, you and Leonard both laughed.

“You need a box there, Jo?” You quipped, Jo just gave you a small huff of frustration “come here Jo.” as you made to bend over to pick her up.

“I got her Y/N, you still shouldn’t be lifting anything for a while yet.” Leonard scolded as he lifted Jo easily and sat her on the railing between you two.

“Oh, Len, I feel fine. I only have one more treatment to go, I’m not going to break.” You replied, exasperated as Leonards’ incessant mothering these past couple weeks.

“I don’t care darlin, doctors orders. Better safe than sorry. I’m always going to take care of you no matter what, you better get used to it.” Leonard responded while narrowing his eyes. You narrowed you eyes in return, signaling your displeasure, but relent.

“Alright, alright whatever you say. Let’s not ruin the moment by arguing.” You replied as you wrapped your arm around Jo and she rested her head on top of yours, Leonard wrapped his arm around the both of you, squeezing you tight.

You watched the remaining sun dance across the sky in brilliant shades of reds, oranges, and yellows.

“That was gorgeous, Len. Thank you for bringing us here.” You finally broke the silence as the last remaining wisps of color faded from the sky.

“Anytime darlin.” Leonard replied, gently setting Jo down on the bridge once more. You moved in to give Leonard a hug and he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head softly.

“Oooo look daddy, fireflies.” Jo squealed as she bounded off the bridge to chase them. You turned around in Leonards arms and leaned up against his chest in order to watch Jo.

“Have you heard anything from Jocelyn lately?” You asked quietly so Jo wouldn’t hear.

“Not a peep.” Leonard replied with his chin on top of your head.

“Good, let’s hope it stays that way.” You said as you squeezed his arms around your waist.

“Knowing Joc, it probably won’t. She was never one to not have the last word in” Leonard sighed.

“Well this time you have me around. I’ll be damned if she thinks she’s going to take Jo away from you.” You grumped.

“I love you sweetheart.” Leonard mumbled in your hair as he gave you a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too, Len. Now let’s go catch some fireflies.” You replied as you tugged his arms gently. Leonard rolled his eyes like chasing fireflies was beneath him.

“She’s not going to be this young forever, Len. And what were you saying in the beginning about making up for lost time? Here’s your chance, now let’s go.” You said tugging harder at his hand.

“You’re right darlin, you’re always right.” Leonard agreed as the two of you made your way over to Jo and chased the fireflies into the beginnings of the night sky.

“Alright girls, it’s time to go.” Leonard said out of breath from trying to keep up with the two of you.

“Awww man!” You and Jo replied simultaneously. Leonard picked up Jo, holding her tight while grabbing your hand.

“We have to get you to Uncle Jim’s for your sleepover Jo.” Leonard said while walking back to the car and putting Jo back in her booster.

“Yay!” Jo exclaimed as Leonard started the car and headed out of the park.

“Thanks for watching her, Jim” Leonard said as he sat down Jo and she bounded into the hotel room.

“Don’t mention it, Bones. I had room service set us up a kick ass pillow fort and everything. We’re going to have a blast.” Jim replied grinning at his pillow fort.

“So who is exactly watching who tonight?” You snorted

“You’re just jealous that you don’t have a kick ass pillow fort.” Jim replied wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you close in a hug

“Yeah, you’re right, that fort does look pretty legit.” You said looking at the fort in awe.

“Come on uncle Jim, hurry up.” Jo yelled impatiently.

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Jim.” Leonard said as he wrapped his arm around your waist and led you back down the hall to the car.

You and Leonard had come back to his mother’s house, which was thankfully empty. You were tired and ready to relax.

“You want something to drink, Len?” You asked as you made your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of tea and to put the picnic basket away.

“Sure darlin, I’m going upstairs to change.” He replied as he walked down the hall. You poured the glasses of tea and began to make your way upstairs.

You slowly creak the door open to Leonards’ room to bring him his tea, and you noticed him in his arm chair, hand on his face with his eyes closed. You grinned as you softly padded your way over and set the tea on the floor as you straddled his lap.

“Did today wear you out, old man?” You joked as you kissed his forehead softly.

“Not sleeping, just resting my eyes.” Leonard replied not moving a muscle.

“It’s okay to admit it, I won’t make fun of you… much.” You grinned as you bent over to grab your tea, but you didn’t quite make it. Leonards arms shot around your waist and began to tickle you mercilessly.

“Ahhhh! Len, stop it!” You wheezed between laughs.

“Say Uncle!” Leonard replied.

“Uncle, Uncle, you win!” You wheezed, as Leonard finally relented his barrage of tickles, giving you a satisfied smirk.

“You’re an ass, Leonard McCoy.” You said as you tried to catch your breath, rubbing your ribs gently.

“You love it, darlin.” Leonard said matter of fact, looking at you with a twinkle in his eye.

“You know I do.” You replied softly, as you stared in his eyes.

Leonard leaned in first and gave you a soft kiss, snaking his hand through your hair as his other hand rested on your hip with his thumb traced small circles on your hip bone.

You moaned softly as you slid your hand into his hair and grabbed a handful and tug softly, Leonard moaned on your lips. That’s when you heard your comm ring from your pocket. You groaned softly as you lowered your lips and took in a few breaths and began to get off his lap. Leonard tightened his arms around your waist, refusing to let you go.

“It might be important.” You told him gently “I need to grab it.” Leonard grunted his disapproval and reluctantly let you go.

You stood up and dug in your pocket and pull out your comm, and look to see who it was. You bit your lip and answered it.

“Hey! Paul! How are you?” You began, you could practically hear Leonards’ eyeroll as you padded out of the room “Oh, yeah? Hows that going? Therapy kicking your ass?” You asked jokingly.

You talked to Paul about his therapy session, and how he was feeling. After a few minutes you wished him well and told him to call you soon with updates. You closed your comm and put it back in your pocket and headed back to Leonards’ bedroom. You opened the door back and are greeted with a irritated looking Leonard .

“Gee, do you think he calls you enough? That’s twice today.” Leonard pointed out and he crossed his arms loosely around his chest. You just grinned at him as you walked over and retook your seat in his lap.

“Awwww is my grumpy bear all jealous?” You teased “he’s all alone and has no one, except me to call a friend. It’s the least I can do after what he did for me and Jo, Len, you know that.”

Leonard huffed and wraped his arms around you pulling you close to his chest.

“Are you sitting on my lap?” Leonard questioned, as you look at him slightly confused.

“Uhmm, yes?” You confirmed. Leonard leaned in close to your ear, you shuddered as you felt his warm breath on your neck.

“Then I’m not jealous, darlin.” He whispered as he started nibbling on your earlobe. You just shuddered in response, you could feel Leonards chest rumble against you.

“Now where were we?” Leonard replied, voice husky, as he nibbled down your neck softly.

“I uh, we were...” You squeaked out. Leonard just chuckled and continued the assault on your neck. You closed your eyes and moaned, enjoyed his soft kisses and gentle nibbles. That is, until your comm rang once again. Leonard growled loudly, as you sighed heavily.

“I swear to god, if that’s Paul again, his recovery is going to be set back by a month.” Leonard threatened. You stood up and dug your comm out once more and glanced at it.

“It’s Jim.” You replied as you went to answer “Yes, Jim?” You questioned, letting the irritation seep through your voice. Jim being oblivious, didn’t notice, and began to talk full speed.

“Uh huh…. Oh, really? … Yeah….Alright…. oayk Jim…see you guys then.” You replied quickly and hung up.

“What did he want?” Leonard asked, voice still husky.

“They decided to go to war with the Romulans.” You answered quietly.

“Well I’m certainly not surprised, they need to be stopped.” Leonard stated, while rubbing your back.

“They want us to lead it.” You replied without looking at his face.

“Oh…” Leonard replied softly, concerned “you going to be alright with that, darlin?”

“Yeah, I guess, I just.. I never wanted to see that place again.” You replied as you laid your head on his chest. Leonard wrapped his strong arms around you and squeezed you tight.

“It won’t be like last time sweetheart, I’ll be with you this time.” Leonard smiled down at you “I won’t leave you.”

“I know you won’t Len.” You replied softly, as your lips found his once more. Leonard immediately responded as he returned your kiss hungrily. Leonard slipped a hand in your pocket and pulled out your comm, and without even looking, deftly switched it to “off”.

He then wrapped his arms around you tightly and pulled you close to his chest, making it impossible for you to leave him again. You smirked against his lips as you deepened the kiss, running your finger lightly across his nipple through his shirt, eliciting a slight jerk and moan from Leonard. You tugged against his arms gently and he growled on your lips, refusing to let you go.

“Come on Len, let’s get more comfortable.” You winked as you got up from his lap. You pulled Leonard out of the chair and took him to the edge of the bed.

“Lose the shirt.” You ordered, as you began to pull it over it head, and flung it to the floor.

“Fair is fair sweetheart.” Leonard replied, pulling off your own shirt. You grinned up at Leonard as you go to push him down on the bed and against the headboard, Leonard dropped his head back with a grunt.

You crawled up the bed to him and raked your fingernails up his stomach up to his chest and circled around his nipple, slowly down his stomach, and began to kiss around his hips softly. You moved to kiss and nip right above the button to his pants, which made him strain his hips and groan.

“Darlin…” Leonard drawled, voice husky, accent full force as he looked down at you with dilated eyes.

You just looked into his eyes and smirked, thoroughly enjoying rendering the doctor speechless, as you brought your hand back down and placed it over his hardening cock, feeling it kick and strain against his pants.  

Leonard eyes bored into you, pleading. You take that as permission and began to slowly unbutton his pants. Leonard groaned at his newfound freedom and leaned his head back against the frame as his cock finally sprung free from the confines of his pants.

You chuckled softly as you take his length into your hands gently and give it a few pumps. Leonard closed his eyes and licked his lips, breathing shallow. You leaned down to the base and slowly start planting kisses up the length of his shaft to the tip.

Leonard knocked his head against the headboard in frustration at your teasing, moaning loudly. He continued to keep his eyes shut as he began to pant.

You take his tip into your mouth and made your way down the length of his thick cock. Leonard bucked his hips and strained against you. You took your hand and push down his hips roughly, asserting your dominance. You made your way slowly back up his shaft to the tip and swirled your tongue around the head.

“Good god woman.” Leonard growled as he ran a hand through your hair, tugging gently.

You once again began to plant kisses along his hip bone, up to his stomach and up to his chest. You took one of his nipples into your mouth and licked and nipped softly. Leonards’ eyes rolled into the back of his head and he took in a sharp intake of breath. You can feel his cock kick against your hand in approval.

You continued to kiss your way slowly up to his collarbone and up to his neck, nipping softly at the skin, till your lips eventually found his. You took his bottom lip between your teeth and nipped and tugged gently.

“You have no idea what that does to me, sweetheart.” Leonard replied out of breath.

“Oh? why don’t you show me?” You teased with a wink.

“With pleasure.” Leonard replied with a smile.

Leonard quickly flipped the both of you over with him on top of you. His warm cock pressed firmly into your cool inner thigh. You shuddered with longing and Leonard chuckled softly. He took both of your hands into his and before you knew what he was doing, had your hands tied in your tshirt.

“Behave.” Leonard said as he attached the shirt to the bed frame, leaving your arms and hands useless.

Leonard slowly made his way down your neck nibbling at your soft skin making his way to his shoulder and eventually your bra.

“Let’s get this thing off.” Leonard whispered as he reached around you to take off your bra and tossed it aside. Leonard began to kiss each breast lightly.

“You’re beautiful, darlin.” Leonard mumbled as he started kissing towards your nipple. You strain against the shirt but it doesn’t give. You arched your back and leaned in toward his kisses.

“Len… please.” You begged, as you felt a tight coil in the base of your stomach.

“All in good time, sweetheart.” Leonard replied as he began to dance his tongue around your nipple. You gasped and strained against your restraints even harder.

“Uh-uh” Leonard said as he roughly pushed your hands back down “do that and all of this stops, he said gruffly as he took your nipple in his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around it.

You rolled your eyes in the back of your head and moaned loudly.

“Len… don’t stop.” You begged as you lifted your chest slightly in order to give him better access.

Leonard nipped roughly one last time before he moved his head slowly down your stomach, placing soft kisses as he went to the top of your hips.

He placed the top of your underwear in his teeth as he pulled them down slowly. You watched him as he looked into your eyes and took his tongue and placed it between your folds and slowly licked upwards. He stopped at the hood of your clit, licking and swirling his tongue gently. You bucked your hips and moaned as his soft tongue graced the top of your clit, sending sparks shooting through your core.

“Len!” You gasped as he started nibbling the inside of your thighs. “Len, please!”

You manage to finally get a hand free and you brought it down to the top of his head and take a handful of his hair and tug roughly. Leonard grunted and grabbed your hand and pushed it to the bed roughly and held it there.

“That’s it, darlin. No more playing nice,” Leonard growled.

“This has been nice?!” You questioned, breathing out heavily.

His only response was slipping his free hand down to your folds and parting them gently with his nimble finger. The cool air against your warm labia made you shudder.

Leonard started to kiss and nip your hips as he slowly inserted a finger deep inside. You throw your head back and swallowed a lump in your throat.

“Oh god..” You barely croaked out, as your walls tightened against his finger.

“Shit, sweetheart.” Leonard groaned feeling your tightness and warmth, his cock throbbed impatiently.

Leonard began to move his finger in position and started working on your g-spot while another worked on your clit. You began to writhe in every direction in frustration as your ever growing climax began to mount. Leonard laid a heavy hand on your stomach.

“I don’t think so, darlin, you stay put. You come when I say so.” Leonard ordered. You hit your head a couple times against the headrest in frustration. This man was trying to kill you.

Leonard began to work his fingers quicker. You could only whimper in response as the coil in your stomach began to wind up even tighter. Leonard began sensing your quickly arriving climax and picked up the pace. He placed his mouth back on your nipple and began to nip and suck once more.

“That’s it, come for me sweetheart.” Leonard mumbled as he gave your nipple one last rough nip. That’s all it took to send you toppling over the edge, the coil in your gut releasing and sending a wave of ecstasy washing over you. You laid there, unable to move, as the shudders wracked your frame.

“You okay up there, sweetheart?” Leonard chuckled, as he released your other hand from your shirt.

“I dunno, doctor, I may need mouth to mouth.” You were barely able to squeak out.

“Anything for a beautiful lady in distress.” Leonard replied as he crawled over the top of you, resting his arms on either side of your head. He smashed his lips onto yours, his need for his own release evident.

He worked his way down your jaw with little nibbles, moving to your neck, biting harder as he goes, breathing harshly against your skin.

You can feel his cock dancing around your entrance, teasing your folds gently. Leonard looked down at you with those fully dilated, deep hazel eyes. He asked permission with his eyes and you grabbed a handful of his hair and bring his lips back to yours as you grind against his tip.

Leonard groaned loudly against your lips, as you wet his tip between your folds. Not being able to stand it anymore, Leonard reached down and guided himself in slowly. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he bottoms out, feeling your walls wrap tightly around his throbbing cock. He laid his forehead against your shoulder, moaning.

“Good god darlin, you’re so tight.” Leonard breathed out huskily, trying get himself under control. You wrapped your legs around his hips as you take his length inside you, feeling your insides stretch to accommodate his length and girth.

“Len..” You groaned, pleading. Leonard didn’t need any more prompting as he began to slowly move in and out of you. You started to pant as you dug your fingernails in his back. He moved his hand to one of your nipples and started to tweak them gently as he snapped his hips into you.

You bucked your hips wildly in rhythm with his, as your legs locked, forcing him in as deep as he could go. Leonard bit your collarbone roughly and growled at the sensation.

Leonard moved his mouth to your other nipple, feeling his warm tongue dance around it. You once again yank his hair, as Leonard released your nipple and blew on it gently, making it stand on end. You yanked his hair harder and moan, and made your legs lock tighter.

“Len.. please!” you mewed “please...”

Leonard picked up the pace as you released his hips, finally being able to move his full length in and out of you. Leonard picked up one of your legs and placed it on his hip, in order to go in deeper, the thrusts came harder faster as he drove you and the headboard into the wall loudly.

“Oh god, Len..” you moaned out as Leonard slowly moved his hands back down to your clit and began to rub in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Len.. close” was all you could moan as you felt the coil winding up once more. Leonard bit roughly on your neck, your pleasure fueling his own need, and slowly moved up to your ear and nibbled softly.

“Come for me again, darlin.” His southern drawl mixed with the huskiness of his voice, was all it took to throw you back over the edge, feeling your climax rip through you once more.

Leonard felt your convulsions as your walls coaxed him into letting his own self go. He gave a few more snaps of his hips before he let go of his own hot release, moaning loudly as he slowed his thrusts.

Leonard stayed in you a while longer, relishing your warmth. He placed his arms on either side of your head and leaned in and gave you a soft kiss.

“The things you do to me, darlin.” Leonard said as he looked into your eyes, voice still husky. You could only squeak in response. Leonard chuckled down at you.

“The things I do to you apparently.” Leonard eyes twinkling with satisfaction. Leonard pulled out of you slowly, grunting softly, already missing your warmth. He curled up next to you and brought you close to his chest.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Leonard said quietly, as he closed his eyes, kissing the back of your shoulders softly.

“I love you too, Len.” You said as you finally find your voice.

“I’m never letting you go again, Y/N.” Leonard said as he tightened his grip on you.

“You’ll never have to.” You replied as you turned over and brought his lips to yours “we have now and forever”

“I like the way you think, darlin” he mumbled against your lips. You responded by biting and tugging his bottom lip softly.

“You know what that does to me.” Leonard groaned as his eyes rolled in the back of his head.

“I forget, show me again.” You smirked at him playfully.

“With pleasure.” Leonard replied as he once again took you into his arms and started kissing you all over once more.