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bimrsadler · 3 years ago

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Heyyy, how are you doing today?? Are your requests still open? Cause if so, would you mind writing an Arthur x reader, could be gender neutral if you prefer it, if possible in a modern setting where they are doing a roadtrip and stop at a hotel but if that's too weird don't worry about it, I just really want a "there was only one bed" type of thing doesn't need to be a smut or anything like that just a silly fluffy one? Idk I am sorry, if this is too complicated don't worry about it, either way, hope you are having a nice day/night!! I really like your writing btw!

Safety in a storm

A/N: thank you and it’s not weird at all, no need to be sorry! I love a fun trope/cliche honestly lol, hope it’s what you were looking for!

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn reader

Words: 1,357

Warnings/tags: fluff, mutual pining, “there was only one bed”

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Your hand dangled lazily out the truck window, feeling the warm breeze flow between your fingers. Lightning flickered through the dark clouds on the horizon, adding to the already electric atmosphere of your post-concert high. The company beside you certainly made things exciting as well.

When you asked Arthur to attend the concert with you, he admittedly wasn’t your first choice. Your friend had flaked at the last minute and while you knew Arthur was a fan of the music, the idea made you nervous. You were close and had known each other for a good while, but a road trip was a lot of one on one time that you were unsure how to navigate. Lately you found your heart rate picking up and words not quite connecting smoothly whenever he was around.

The night had gone better than expected though, you and Arthur had a great time at the show and the conversation flowed freely on the way there. When you first started getting to know each other he was more reserved. But after some time you cracked through the hard shell around him and discovered he could be soft, easy-going and kind.

“Damn I don’t like the look of them clouds…” he grumbled in his deep voice. As if on cue droplets of rain pattered the windshield slowly at first, before quickly becoming a downpour.

“I didn’t even think it was supposed to rain today.” You pulled out your phone to check the forecast, “we’re under a storm warning and it looks like it’s gonna last all night.”

Arthur looked worried and was clearly struggling to see through the curtains of rain. “Shit, maybe we should find a place to stay? If you’re okay with it that is?” He shot you a nervous glance that made your stomach flip.

“Yeah I’m fine with that, don’t think we really have a choice anyway.” You chuckled meekly and rubbed your neck, “I’ll navigate to the nearest place but reception’s bad right now…”

After a nerve wracking drive in sheets of rain punctuated by Arthur’s cursing, you finally got to the destination. It was a roadside motel, not the best you’d seen but still with a charming enough quality and a diner across the road.

You stepped into a puddle as you got out of the car, breaking up the reflection of the neon signs wavering on the wet blacktop. Rushing to the entrance to get out of the rain, Arthur still managed to take the opportunity to open the door for you, holding his hat to secure it from blowing away as he waited for you to run in first.

Arriving at the front desk Arthur pulled out his wallet and gave you an “I got it” look. The receptionist smiled and welcomed you. “Howdy ma’am, what kinda rooms ya got available?”

“Not many I’m afraid, just a few single beds.”

Arthur paused and fidgeted with his wallet, looking at you questioningly. “I uh…that okay? You can have the bed,” he muttered.

You nodded, comfortable with sharing a room with Arthur but suddenly terrified of what might or might not happen. But why did it matter? You invited him as a friend after all.

Drenched from the rain you removed your jacket as you entered the room while Arthur did the same, trying to avert your eyes from the visual of the soaked white shirt clinging to his broad physique, hair and muscles showing through the thin fabric.

“Look like I said…I can sleep on the floor and you can take the bed. I hog the sheets anyway,” he laughed sheepishly as he rubbed his stubble.

“Arthur it’s fine, it’s a big enough bed.”

“It ain’t that I just don’t wanna make ya uncomfortable…”

“I promise I don’t mind, it’s just sleeping.” You worried that you didn’t sound convincing and weren’t hiding your nervousness well. You trusted Arthur implicitly and it was just sleeping, but you found yourself pining for something more.

“So uh, ya mind if I take this off then?” Arthur gestured to his shirt awkwardly.

“Course not, I wouldn’t ask you to sleep in wet clothes,” a flushing heat spread to your face and chest as you walked to the bathroom to avoid giving yourself away.

When you came back out came Arthur was standing beside the bed, adjusting the blankets so that more was on your side, and putting an extra pillow under your own. “I don’t need as much so I thought you might want ’em.”

Trying your hardest to be nonchalant about how good he looked, you thanked him with a smile and sat on the edge of the bed to take off your watch and jewelry for the night. A booming crack suddenly cascaded through the room causing the lights to flicker, and you to jump. “Shit…” you breathed shakily.

You felt Arthur’s calloused fingertips gently touch your shoulder, giving you goosebumps despite the humid air. “Y’okay? Don’t like thunder?”

“No, I’ve hated storms since I was a kid. We had bad ones where I grew up, tornadoes and everything.” Your voice wavered and you couldn’t help feel foolish. “Honestly it’s embarrassing.”

“Hey…” Arthur’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Ain’t gotta be embarrassed, we’re all afraid a somethin’ and I’d say storms are pretty understandable.” He sat beside you with enough distance to be respectful of your space, but still set a soothing hand on your shoulder. For a man of his stature and at times intimidation, he was amazingly tender.

“Anythin’ I can do to make ya feel better?”

Your mind raced as you considered your next words carefully, but your heart came to the conclusion that it was now or never. “What if I said I’ve wanted this for a while now? Your company?”

Arthur looked down sheepishly, the blush blooming in his face like a flower. “Well, I’d say your taste in company is questionable,” he chuckled, “but welcome.”

You brought your palm to Arthur’s cheek, delicately stroking with your thumb. “And I’d say you gotta work on that confidence, cowboy.”

He raised his chin and smiled, the light and careful touch on your shoulder became firmer as it moved down to your waist. His other hand cupped your face and pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours gingerly.

Briefly, he pulled back to look in your eyes and gauge your reaction. You responded with a reassuring smile and a hand on his sturdy chest, the thump of his exhilarated heart pulsing against your palm. With that, you were pulled in closer as Arthur continued. His lips were warm with long, languid movements, the short beard he sported softer than expected against your skin. The scent of fresh air and rain still lingered on him, mingling warmly with hints of leather and smoke. Giddiness rushed through you, realizing you had no idea how much you really wanted this.

Arthur pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes closed momentarily as if savoring the moment. “How’s that for confidence,” his gravelly voice asked with a sly smirk.

“Pretty damn good, handsome.”

The thunder cracked suddenly causing you to flinch as you’d nearly forgotten about it all together.

“Here, how bout we getcha nice ’n comfortable?” Arthur stood to pull the covers back and waited for you to get underneath them before joining. “Just so y’know I’m still happy to give ya space if ya change yer mind.”

“Thank you Arthur,” you turned over to your side with your back to him and pulled his arm over your waist, “but I want this.”

“I’ve wanted this for a while too darlin’,” he planted a kiss to your shoulder. “Sure am glad ya invited me tonight.”

You quipped, “even if it means being stuck in this crappy motel?”

Arthur chuckled, “way I see it I’m just lucky to be in any bed with ya.”

Arthur embraced you tighter as the storm continued, his heavy frame behind you a calming presence. Breathing in his scent, you exhaled all of the tension you’d been carrying, relieved that your feelings were shared and out in the open.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #arthur morgan x gn reader #arthur morgan x gender neutral reader #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan fanfic

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itjazzbicch · 3 years ago

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Precious Storm

Pairing: Sammy Guevara x Fem Reader

Summary: After a show, a large storm in the city makes the reader hesitant and suggests to her boyfriend, Sammy, that they should wait for it to end, but Sammy goes right in

Also, this is an old fic of mine that I am reposting!

Warnings: N/A

Requested by: No one (But I hope you all enjoy it!)

Word Count: 857

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

"Sammy, I think we should wait this out," I advised, looking out into the parking lot.

"Why's that babe?" Sammy appealed, staring down to his phone, "It's just a little, rain-"

Sammy's voice began to trail off once he finally picked up his head, looking out the door to see that it was pouring down rain, just like me.

The rain was so intense, the wind blowing super hard. If I walked out there, it'd be like taking the most insane shower in history.

"We can make it," Sammy grinned, putting his phone in his bag.

"Are you crazy?" I scoffed, "We're going to get drenched out there! Plus, we parked on the other side of the parking lot!"

"Really, Y/N? You're scared of a little water," Sammy teased, pushing me with his shoulder.

"That's not a little water," I informed him, "That's a lot of water!"

"Chicken!" Sammy teased, beginning to make chicken noises at me.

"You know what?" I chuckled, putting my phone in my bag as well, "Whenever the car is all wet from us getting drenched, don't complain about it!"

"Fair enough," Sammy smirked, "Try and keep up, chicken!"

I was hesitant at first while watching Sammy running out of the door, bolting off into the ran, but I couldn't let him call me a chicken for the rest of the night, so I ran off too.

As I ran off into the parking lot, I actually pushed hard, trying to catch up with Sammy. He could really fun, but this rain was still intense, the parking lot full of massive puddles and Sammy was headed towards a huge one.

"Sammy! Be careful!" I yelled out, "There's so many puddles!"

"CHICKEN!!!!!!" Sammy yelled back, continuing to run until I heard, "OH SHIT!"

I had to stop running from how hard I was laughing, my hands on my knees as I watched Sammy slip into a huge puddle, getting soaked from head to toe.

"Jesus, the rain is so damn cold!" Sammy groaned, finally getting up.

"Damn, I wish I could've gotten that for the vlog!" I laughed, "I can see the memes now!"

I just couldn't stop laughing, closing my eyes as I was just about breathless, but I heard footsteps in the rain, a huge splash and I was left gasping, about shivering from the cold. I was so focused on Sammy slipping and didn't notice that there was a huge puddle in front of me too.

Sammy ran up to me, jumping in the puddle and getting me wet too.

"Doesn't feel too good does it?" Sammy laughed, watching my reaction as I just stood there, my jaw dropped.

Just like me, Sammy got a good laugh out of it, until I said:

"So, it's like that?"

Quickly, I jumped into the puddle, splashing him too.

"Yeah! It is like that!" Sammy laughed, splashing me again.

This heavy rain turned out to be a crap ton of fun, both of us giggling, laughing and yelling at each other while splashing in puddles, getting each other super wet. Neither one of us stopping, trying to make each other quit.

It seemed that there was no end, but the fun and laughs stopped from me as there was a huge crack a thunder, lightning flashing through the sky. I instantly stopped with the sound of thunder, about jumping out of my skin.

"Y/N, baby, hey," Sammy said quickly, running to me and pulling me into his arms, "It's just thunder, baby."

I was still looking to the sky, but my eyes slowly met Sammy's as he hugged me tightly, sighing, "It's just thunder."

Slowly, I nodded my head, just staring into Sammy's eyes, that fear going away once a smile appeared on my face, listening to Sammy whispered:

"You're too adorable."

All of the rain was still falling down onto us, lightening continuing to flash in the sky, but that smile never left my face, it growing as Sammy's head fell to mine, kissing me softly.

Even though we were both wet from head to toe, his lips were still so warm, delivering so much love like always, my body growing hot despite the rain trying to make our bodies cold. His kiss was just so sweet, making feel as if the rain wasn't even there, like the sun was shining while the night sky was dark and cloudy.

Slowly, I pulled away, pushing my wet hair away from my face so that I could stare into Sammy's eyes, smiling and blushing.

"You can turn any kind of moment into such a precious memory," Sammy whispered to me, caressing my cheek.

"Nah," I murmured, "That's your special trick. You're the one who wanted to run out into this hurricane."

We both ended up giggling, the rain wasn't a hurricane, but it sure was something.

"You're the one who's special, Y/N," Sammy insisted, "And I love it. I love you."

"I love you more," I smiled, that warm, fuzzy feeling growing stronger as Sammy hugged me even tighter, his nose nuzzling mine as he gave me another soft kiss, whispering:

"I love you most."

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shirophantomvox · 4 years ago

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First Date with Chrollo (Human Diary)

Hello everyone! I am back with another “First Date” post featuring the Prince of Darkness. This was an anon post but I can't find the ask anywhere! I have been watching JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures lately and it is a very interesting show. Dio turned into a zombie and he’s so mean to Joseph. Anyway, let’s get into the post. The end is a bit angst-y but I did that to take a slight turn from all Fluff. I hope you enjoy! Part 2 coming sometime this week.m

It is common knowledge that Chrollo loves to read many books. When he was a child, he had time to read and that provided a great source of comfort. Although he seems to be ruthless, every human has the ability to seek compatibility and compassion. Both Hisoka and Chrollo enjoy the romance genre except Hisoka prefers to watch movies while Chrollo loves to read stories. You've known Chrollo since elementary school. You were fortunate enough to be able to move out of Meteor City and attend a better elementary school. As a child, you were an outcast and made few friends but on occasion, Chrollo would see you at a local arcade. Of course, your mother paid for the both of you to have fun but once it was over, it broke your heart because you knew about the conditions he’d return to once he left.

As time went on, you entered college and decided to invite Chrollo on campus so he could be something like a driving force for future success. You’ve been accepted into Yorknew University planning on majoring in Computer Science with a minor in Digital Art. Reaching Chrollo posed a challenge. He never responded to a few messages but on the third try, he answered with an excited response.

“Please forgive me y/n for not responding soon enough. I am more than happy to visit you. I am proud of you and your accomplishments. I do not see myself as a college man but, hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it right? I’ll be in touch.”

-Chrollo

At exactly 7 PM on a calm Fall night, standing outside of the campus’ most prominent book store, you began to sweat and your makeup began to drip. Just as you were about to wipe it off, you heard a voice call your name.

“Y/n? Is that you?” He chuckled as he questioned your appearance.

Turning around, you jumped a little at the sight before you. This wasn’t the same Chrollo you remember, of course. He had grown several feet, his face was much sharper, his arms were much bigger, had a bandana tied on his forehead, and he had a few rings on. He was dressed in a white polo shirt, black pressed slacks and black dress shoes. It’s weird. It felt like an arrow was shot through your heart.

“Are you ok? You act as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine! I’m just---You--look…”

“Ah, I see. There’s no need to be flustered. I am the same as when we were kids.”

The Yorknew Sailor Store was designed something exactly like a Barnes and Noble except the walls were painted to match the school’s colors.

The bookstore had a perfectly designed Starbucks, with a wooden finish, black and brown metal tables, beige tile floor, and glass doors.

Chrollo immediately noticed the change in behavior, one he wasn’t used to.

The students were snooty according to him and reminded him of how the city council would act towards him, his family, and those who were like him.

First, you offered to buy him a drink. The good thing about Chrollo is that if you or anyone else offers to buy something, He will not reject it. There is no such thing as having too much pride regarding him.

“Do you drink coffee?”

“Of course I do,” he replied. “But I don’t think I’ve had any of these drinks. A Caramel Macchiato? That sounds good.”

“Order it then! That will give you just the right amount of energy for today’s reading!”

To you, this was just two friends reuniting with each other but something else told you that Chrollo thought it was something more. He only dressed up like this if he was going out with someone special and even then it wasn’t an expensive Polo Short, It was his best t-shirt and jeans.

It boggles your mind how Chrollo acquired his expensive clothing but maybe he obtained a great job and is able to make a living for himself.

“I’d like to order a Caramel Macchiato.”

“What’s the name for this drink?”

“Chrollo,” you responded.

“And for you?”

“I would like a caramel Frappuccino with soy milk and no whip cream.”

“Alright. That’ll be $15.00.”

Chrollo glanced at you wide-eyed.

“It’s ok. I got it.”

You take out your card to pay and as you move out of line you bend over to whisper in his ear. “Maybe you can pay for dinner though.”

He laughed and smiled. “Of course, y/n.”

The bookstore was full of comfortable furniture ranging from light blue, dark blue, white in the lounge area. Both of you decided to sit across from each other on the blue chairs that swallowed you both as you sat.

As he read, he’d point out any interesting points in the book. He got tired of yelling across the table, so he decided to share a chair with you. He could feel the heat radiating from your body.

It was almost obvious that you all were involuntarily flirting with each other. The school was full of couples but occasionally seeing the goofy couple was the highlight of everyone’s day.

“This man was so devoted to a woman that does not know that he exists.”

“Sounds pointless,” you say, still trying to read your book.

“Well, she knows he exists but she is ignoring him and making him look like a fool in front of everyone. He says that there is something about her that he has never seen in any woman.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s her eyes, smile, intelligence, the shape of her lips, and her perfume powder aroma. Those are things that drive men wild.”

You smiled and laughed but came to a quick halt when you felt something along the ridge of your neck made you still. The hair on your neck stood up still as the invading force came in contact with your skin. It was Chrollo grazing his nose against your skin, slightly sniffing in your aroma; slowly breathing in and out.

Closing your eyes couldn’t make your sudden arousal fade. At this point, nearly everybody was looking at you both and looked away. This behavior was innocent for college culture, but it was taken as a cute gesture rather than naughty.

You blush. It was quite surprising that your childhood friend viewed you as something of the sort. It was both flattering and scary.

There’s no denying that Chrollo is handsome but if you dated him and the relationship didn't last, it could ruin your friendship.

At this point, Chrollo had his right arm resting lazily behind your back as his head and next aimed in a position that would allow his nose to lay carelessly on your neck.

“You smell delightful. I didn’t know you wore such expensive perfume. Is it….,” He sniffs again, “Flower Rose?”

“Yes! How did you know? Does your mother wear it?”

“She does now. I bought it for her a week ago and now the guys in the city can’t stay off her.”

Wow. The City. Even though it was a hell hole, it was your hell hole. How is everything? How is your mother? How did you manage to have such an expensive taste in clothing and fragrance?

Chrollo enjoys making others flustered. It's amusing to see them stutter when they’re either aroused or nervous.

On the flip side, seeing Chrollo flustered was the highlight of the century! The bad guys are used to being “bad” but expressing softer emotions makes it amazing and a reminder that they can experience them too.

Grabbing Chrollo’s left hand, you gently kiss it a few times and wink at him. He smiled, hiding his dumbfounded expression, and blushed slightly.

“I see you catch on quick.”

“I was raised in Meteor City. Just because I’m here doesn't mean I have forgotten where I come from. But I didn’t know you liked me.”

“You were the only one that trusted me and played with me when no one would.”

It felt like two magnets were pulling you closer. If he kissed you right here right now, you could just melt into a puddle but before anything happened, Chrollo’s phone rang loud and echoed throughout the bookstore.

Glancing at his phone, you saw an unknown number call, and judging from his actions he stood quickly to his feet.

“I’ll only be gone for a second.”

Hmm. That was odd. During this short intermission, you continue to read your book. Ironic enough, you weren’t into romance novels per se, you enjoyed action and comedy books!

Once Chrollo returned, his face was flushed and his soft demeanor had suddenly disappeared. He looked as if he was going to punch a wall.

“What’s wrong, Chrollo?”

He glanced at you with a somber smile, hoping to convince you that he was alright. “I am fine, y/n.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, if you count my mother being seriously injured, then yes.”

“Oh no! We can leave now, it’s fine.”

“No, it's ok. She wouldn’t want me to leave you all by yourself at this time of day.” He pointed to the night sky.

Wow! That was quick!

“What do you mean?”

“My mother predicted that I could end up with you...she also predicted that someone would be hurt or in danger if that prophecy was fulfilled. It’s sort of like give or take. In order to make someone happy, someone has to surrender their happiness and I guess it was her.”

A single tear dropped down his cheek and nothing more. He didn’t care if other men singled out his “weakness” because he’d destroy them all and he didn’t want y/n to know about his abilities until later.

The comfort of your warmth against his head provided more than comfort. He felt safe, welcomed, not judged, and vulnerable. He knew that you wouldn’t make him out to be a bad person but instead welcome him home with open arms. You were his human diary.

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devilbat · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Online

A/N: sorry I have been MIA for months now. A lot has going on in my life and Depression sucks, making it hard to write, so forgive me.

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: Just fluff

Summery: dating is hard it's even harder when a Pandemic happens..

The picture you stared at only showed a well-toned lean body in a well-tailored suit. Most of the photographs showed the same, never his face. His name was Tom 39 years old, living in London. Though he dose travels a lot for work. Shakespeare fanatic, runner, enjoys cooking, long walks with his dog when he's not running and lots and lots of dancing. Six foot one, six foot two on a good day. Who was testing the waters out there, but will be the perfect gentleman and very respectful.

His profile stated as you looked through it. He had messaged you right as you thought about giving up once again. Everyone on these dating apps only wanted one of two things. Nudes or sex nothing more. No connection, no relationship, not even a friendship. Sure, you were offered friends with benefits.

That was something you were not looking for. Did it not state in your profile that you weren't going to do any of that. Do men even read?

The few dates you have gone on all ended up a bust. Then the quarantine happened right as you were getting yourself out there. So it was conversations via text. But soon you were ghosted far too many times because you wouldn't send nude.

You were all about to shut down your account when this man named Thomas H. sent you a message. You weren't even sure why you click on the email from this man without a face. Here you were reading what he had to say.

Y/n,

My name is Thomas, but naturally, I go by Tom. I'm sure you might not even respond to this as there is no face to this profile. With my job and for my privacy would be one of many reasons why. But I thought I might give it a shot. And I have to say I'm quite mesmerized by your beauty. You are quite lovely, and I'm sure you get that a lot. But I genuinely mean it. I was a bit fascinated by your profile as I read it, might have had chucked at a few bits of it. I would like to know more about you.

Like what type of nerd are you? Marvel or DC?

Star Wars or Star Trek? And of course, I'll answer any questions you might have for me. As well I would not ask for any pictures of you clothed or nude as I would like to get to know you as I'm hoping you wouldn't mind getting to know me without the nudes as you put it. Ehehe.

I genuinely hope to hear from you. But understand if I don't.

Sincerely, Tom.

Ps, I do hope this quarantine hasn't made you gone completely bonkers.

Usually, you wouldn't have responded, but something about him told you not to pass this up. What was the worst that could happen that already hasn't happened on an online dating app? Well, there was always the fact he could be a serial killer.

Hello Tom,

You may have messaged me in time I was about to give up on this site and return to my habit. Marvel all the way. I would hope you would agree or we can't continue talking. Though, I can't deny that DC needs to just stop with Batman movies. The should have stopped before George Clooney. Though I will give Christian Bale props, he did a better job than Clooney.

As for Star Wars and Star Trek? That is a tough one, so I'm just going to say both are good. But let's face it. Captain Kirk is the better star fleet Captain. Sure Picard is excellent as well. But anyone after them just doesn't do it for me. Ha ha..

And it's all about Baby Yoda. If you are not a baby Yoda fan, you're just wrong. Yes, I'm one of "those" girls.

Coffee or Energy drinks? I would say I dabbled in both. Pancakes or waffles? Yes, there is a difference. I'm a waffle girl myself. Well, that is all I can think of right now.

Y/n.

You hit send before setting your phone down on the table next to you as you yawned. Maybe it was an early bedtime, not like you had anything better to do. You puddled around your usual routine before bed. A loud ding brought you back to your phone.

"That was quick." Recognizing the chim of the app all too well. Grebing your phone, forgetting your face cream as you were curious about what he had to say—settling into bed, getting comfortable before you opened your phone.

Y/n,

I'm delighted to hear from you. If I'm quite bold, and for starters, its tea for me. With two sugars and a splash of cream. As for waffles or pancakes, I'm French toast kind of man, duh. Lol. Though you can't beat a good old fashion English Breakfast and a side of Earl gray. Eheh.

I'm quite a fan of marvel though it is a rather vast universe. What movies/comics praytell do you prefer?

Sorry love to disappoint, but I'm going to say Doctor Who I am British. The tenth and the eleventh doctor. I do hope you've seen the show. I used to watch the reruns of the original with my father when I was a young wide eye lad. I am a fan of both Star Wars and Star Trek. And there is nothing wrong with liking a baby Yoda. He is exceedingly loveable.

It says your new to England, where are you from originally? How long have you've been here? Seen any of the sights England has to offer?

That's all for now.

Sincerely, Tom.

Emails went on for weeks talking back and forth first on the dating app than via text. You were the one to leap by giving him your number. After hitting send your phone vibrated with a text.

Unknown number: Hello love, this is Tom. I'm delighted to receive your text.

More weeks had passed. Still, you had yet to see his face though he did send you photos of random things during the day. You did the same as your toes sticking out from the bubble bath. Then you got a text of his toes sticking out from under the blankets. The two of you would watch a movie together. The quarantine was still in effect. Each of you would pick a film out every other weekend and sit back and watch it—text throughout the movie.

Y/n: Omg did she just run up the stairs like a dumb big boobed bimbo!!! She makes the rest of us look bad.

Tom: Eheh, you said it darling, not me. Though I think she might survive this.

Y/n: Wanna make a beat? I think she will die within the next few minutes.

Tom: Oh, it's on. Now, what do I get if I win?

Y/n: Whatever it is you want cause mister you are going to lose.

You both patiently wanted to see what happens next. The movie ended, and you waited in annoyance for Tom to respond to gloat about being right. And to see what he desired for his spoils of war.

Tom: Well, Love, it looks like I have won this round.

Y/n: It seems you have butthead. What is it that the winner wishes for?

Tom: Did you just call me a butthead? Eheh. Hmm, let's see. How about a Skype date? I figured it was about time to reveal myself.

Y/n: Tom, I just meet you. I'm not sure I'm ready to see your eggplant. Haha.

Tom: I probably should have rephrased that better. My face love, my face. Eheh. Tomorrow at 7 pm?

Nervous was an understatement. You had cleaned your whole flat even if you were going to stay on the couch, laptop resting on a large pillow setting on your coffee table. You sat playing with your hair, unsure if you wanted it up or down. A chim from your computer startled you from straightening out your dress you finally had settled on. Soon a well-tailored suited chest came on screen.

"Hold on, darling, trying to adjust this blood screen." The deep British, very attractive yet somehow familiar voice rang through the computer speakers. You only assumed it belongs to Tom.

You watched the man attempting to fiddle with the view, cursing ever so quietly. Making you giggle relaxing a little bit more. Your laughing came to an abrupt halt when Tom's face came into Focus. Your jaw dropped. And now the unmistakable "ehehe" came in to play as you stared at none other the most eligible bachelor in England none other than loki himself Tom Hiddleston.

"Darling, I think your drooling." Tom teased point to the side of his clean, shaved face. Tom fidgeted with his now raven-colored hair.

"Oh, I-I," You stammered out, trying to compose yourself.

"Didn't see this coming did you?" Tom smiled, wetting his lips with that blasted tongue of his.

"Well, no. I wasn't expecting Tom

Hiddleston."

"Is that a bad thing?" Tom spoke up.

"Oh, no, no. I would be an idiot to say it was. Hey, wait a minute. I've told you that, that, that. Shit." You muttered.

"That I was your hall pass if given a chance. Eheh. Well, it looks like you'll have had wasted your hall pass privileges. You only get one and can't use it on someone if you are already seeing them."

"You know, sir, you are still a butthead." You stuck out your tongue at the man.

"You do like calling me that. Why are you calling me a butthead this time?" Tom grinned.

Your time with Tom was extraordinary, the two of you talked throughout most of the night. He told you things you never knew about the actor every woman pined over. Here you were, the one woman out of a billion he seems to fancy.

"Well, love." Tom cooed as he watched you try not to nod off to sleep. "I should let you sleep."

"I'm sorry." You muttered sleepily.

"Do not apologize, my dear. I should be the one to apologize I've kept you up most of the night.” Tom smiled softly. He watched as you rub your eyes, a shy smile softly graced your lips. Making Tom’s heart flutter.

”Perhaps, my dear, would you like to meet for coffee at the cafe that opened back up?” Tom hummed in high hopes.

”Hmm, I don't know.” You smiled, trying hard to look like you were contemplating though you were going to say yes. To hell with this virus, it was Tom Hiddleston asking you to coffee.

”I mean, I'll wear a mask and stay six feet if needed.” Tom added quickly.

”No, no, there is no need for that. I don't mind unless you feel like it's needed.” You pipped up—Tom grind like a fool shaking his head no.

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston one shot #fluff #quarantine online

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hvitserkmarcosource · 5 years ago

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Just you

(Alex Høgh Andersen x Marco Ilsø x Reader)

Warnings: 18+, Smutt, threesome, swearing, blowjob, oral (female receiving) , fingering, unprotected sex, and probably too many cute Alex and Marco feels!

Well I did it, I spent so much time on this request by @alexhogh7137 I hope you like it dear!

Word count: 2,569

I hope everyone enjoys! Leave a like and let me know your thoughts and if you would like to request something. 🥰

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It was a normal Friday night hanging out with the guys, Marco decided on what bar to go to and you and Alex just tagged along. It didn’t matter where you went just as long as the three of you were together.

But this particular bar was a little too “rundown” and Alex was having a go at Marco about it. “How do you even know about this place!?” He yelled playfully, punching Marco’s shoulder. “This place is shit”

“You’re shit” Marco yelled back, not so playful, and you could tell his pride was hurt. So you decide to make light of the situation and place your arms through both of theirs, linking the three of you together “you’re both shit,” you giggle “now which one of you is going to buy me a drink?”

Marco chuckles and says “Bartender, a drink for our lady friend please.”

Alex burst out in laughter “She’s no lady- hey hey I was kidding” he throws his arms up in defense when you shoot him a death glare. “You better be Andersen, I am a lady” you huff out, turning away from him, over dramatically, making sure your hair goes into his face.

You gasp when he catches your wrist in his hand, stopping your movement and catching you off guard. You stumble into his chest when he pulls you closer to him. Breathless would be an understatement as to how you are feeling... Cardiac arrest might be more accurate. You almost collapse when he whispers in your ear “You wouldn’t be so lady-like with your legs wrapped around my hips, screaming my name as you cum.”

He lets you go after that and it takes you a minute to process what the hell just happened. Alex is your best friend, there is no way he is interested in you like that… right? Honestly it’s not like you’d say no to him, he’s gorgeous and fun, he makes you smile when you're sad, and keeps you company when you're lonely. But then again you could say the same thing for Marco.

Shaking your head and taking a deep breath you take a seat at the bar, Marco joining you seconds later and wrapping an arm around your shoulder “You ok?” He asks. Probably noticing how red your face is, and how shaky your hands are. You nod “I’m ok, just need a drink. A strong drink.” There is no way you’d tell Marco what just happened it would be too awkward. And that is the last thing you wanted.

Alex was probably just messing around, you were probably supposed to laugh at him, or make a snide remark. You are definitely taking this too seriously.

“Alex was right” Marco says rubbing his face “this bar is shit” you rest your head on his shoulder “it’s not so bad, don’t be too hard on yourself” he points towards the floor under your barstool and says “there’s a rat by your feet-“

You don’t even give him the chance to finish his sentence before you’re jumping out of your seat and onto his lap, screaming the entire way, and holding onto him for dear life. Once you're calmed down the both of you start to laugh. ”can we leave like now please” you beg and he nods, yelling for Alex who is nowhere to be found.

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Back at Alex’s apartment, you decide to make yourself more comfortable. The shoes you 're wearing are starting to kill. And the dress is too short to be lounging on the sofa. ”I’m stealing your clothes!” You yell, already in his bedroom and locking the door. After what happened tonight you aren’t taking any chances of an “accidental” walk in.

Settling for a black T-shirt and a pair of your joggers, that you must have left here? “I’ve been looking for these” you make your way back into the living room. Only to find Marco and Alex glaring at each other like it’s an episode of Vikings. What is with these guys lately?

And then they are both staring at you “What?!” You ask

“Alex thinks I was flirting with you because you sat on my lap, I told him there was a rat but he doesn't believe me.”

“I don’t believe you because you are lying!” Alex yells back “I see the way you look at her, you are not fooling anyone.”

Their accents are starting to get jumbled and you know soon enough they’ll be arguing in Danish. And once that happens there will be no stopping it. So you do something that you’ll quite possibly regret. “Why dont you both shut up and fuck me then?!”

That gets their attention, their both staring at you like two deer caught in headlights. After you yelled it you start to think maybe you had one too many drinks.

“A-are you,” Alex clears his throat “are you serious right now?”

You shrug, not saying anything. Waiting for Marco to speak first. The only word that comes out of his mouth is your name.

You take a deep breath and say “Listen, I love you both, you’re my best friends and I don’t want to lose either of you. That being said, there has been way too much tension between us lately, and I’m not just talking about tonight. You two have been treating me differently for a while, I just didn’t want to say anything.” You step closer to them, but not close enough to touch. “Not bad tension per se… just different, like if I don’t have you now I’ll explode.”

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You’re not sure who made the first move. But now that all three of you are sitting on Alex’s bed you know one thing for certain: They both equally want you. And with the way Marco is pulling up your shirt and Alex is tugging down your pants, you know you’ll be reduced to a puddle of want and need in a matter of seconds. All matter of coherent thought now completely gone. You were going to have sex with your best friends and you couldn’t care less about the consequences.

Once your shirt is off Marco lays down on the bed, spreads his legs and pulls you down onto him. Your back against his strong chest. “Lift your hips for me baby girl.” Alex says softly. And you do, oh god you do. His fingers dance along the waistband of your panties before he slides them down your legs.

Marco gently grabs your chin and tilts your face up to look at him “Are you sure about this?” You nod and pull him down into a heated kiss. One that quickly makes your head spin. His hands come up to squeeze your breasts and you moan into his mouth.

Soft lips kiss up your legs, and you smile at the feeling. Alex is being sweet, something you didn’t think he’d be during sex. He’s always so tough, you didn’t expect him to be gentle with you. When he gets to the inside of your thighs you moan again. Breaking away from the kiss you look down at the gorgeous man between your legs and smile, nudging his head a little bit with your knee. Which earns you a bite to your soft skin.

You can feel Marco chuckle behind you when he sees what you did. And honestly it feels good that the three of you can still joke with each other even in a moment like this.

“Knee me in the head again brat and I won’t let you cum.” Alex says, half teasing half serious.

“I’ll still let you come” Marco whispers so only you can hear him.

There’s no time to reply because the words in your brain are replaced with a gasp when you feel Alex’s mouth on your heat. His lips kissing your sensitive folds before his tongue delves in. slowly licking from your core to your clit and back again. In no time you're a slobbering mess, trying so hard to contain yourself and hold off for a little while longer.

That is until Alex’s tongue dips into your core. You can’t help the squeak that escapes from your lips, your knees almost give way, but Marco holds them up. And captures your lips in another kiss. Swallowing your moans. You can feel him throbbing in the small of your back, his cock aching to be buried inside of you. And right now you want that so badly. “Marco” you whine his name “p-please”

He groans and his hips push up into you “hurry up brother, I can’t wait much longer”

That’s when all of your prayers were answered, Alex buries two thick fingers into your core and sets a fast pace. The sound would be obscene if it didn’t feel so good “so wet baby, who made you this wet hmm?” You can’t answer, your mind a complete puddle of mush. “Come tell me who made you this wet? Who’s making you feel so good?”

“Y-youu Alex you-u-“

“That’s right” he moans out “that’s my girl, cum now, come on baby.”

And you do, oh you do. Your vision blurs and you all but scream as your orgasm takes over you. Alex’s fingers still pumping in and out, working you for all you’ve got. When you start to wiggle away from him he stops and climbs on top of you, kisses your lips sweetly and says “it’s our turn now baby”

And that sends a shiver up your spine. It’s actually going to happen… and you couldn’t be more excited.

Alex grabs your hands and pulls you up onto your knees, wraps his arms around the small of your back and pulls you into a lingering kiss. It’s calm, not dominating, or rushed. It feels like you’ve been waiting your entire life for a kiss like this. And maybe you have.

You let your tongues explore each other’s mouths and and you can’t help but to be turned on again, already feeling new wetness pull between your legs and new heat build in your belly. Alex is the first to break the kiss “Who do you want where baby?”

Your head spins at the question but you already know the answer “You Alex, I want you inside of me.” Your hands smooth up his chest and once there on his shoulders you wrap your arms loosely around his neck.

He smiles at that, a small smile but you catch it nonetheless. He kisses your forehead and then says “ok, ok”

Gently you’re moved onto all fours, Marco’s cock level with your lips. He’s bigger than you would have imagined and you can help but take a long slow lick before either of them enter you. Marco moans and grabs your hair “that’s it fuck” he says as you take him into your mouth all the way. Moaning as he hits the back of your throat.

Alex’s hands grab your hips and he pulls you closer to him. The tip of his cock running through your folds, your core clenching out of anticipation. “You ready for me baby?” You moan in response, making Marco shove his cock further into your mouth. You release him for a moment just to look back at Alex. You had to see him, just simply had to see him push into you. “I’m ready” you answer fully.

Slowly Alex pushes into you, so slow that you can feel every inch of him stretch you deliciously. You both moan at the feeling, Alex’s brows scrunch in concentration. Trying to be good for you. Wanting to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt.

Once you adjust to him Alex starts moving faster, setting a pace that’s so good you shudder, and whine like a whore.

Snapping you out of the moment, Marco bends down to kiss you. It’s quick and just to get your attention back on his cock, but you don’t mind.

You wrap your lips around him and swirl your tongue around the head, sucking lightly just to tease. “Keep doing that and I won’t last much longer” he says breathlessly and then you take him deeper. Allowing him to set his own pace and thrust into your throat.

Alex’s thrusts hit that special place inside of you and you moan so hard around Marco’s cock that he starts throbbing in your mouth. “Do that again” he groans, his hand in your hair gripping tighter, his hips snapping harder. You thought he was talking to you, telling you to moan around him again. Until Alex hits that spot inside of you and Marco cums, hard.

You swallow every drop, like the good girl you are and he falls back onto the bed. “Holy shit” he says with a chuckle “that was so fucking sexy”

“Get off the bed Marco” Alex says quickly “I’m gonna fuck her so good she won’t be able to walk tomorrow”

You squeal when Alex’s flips you over. You spread your legs for him and he smirks “I told you you wouldn’t be so lady-like. Didn’t I?” You shake your head remembering that he did indeed say you’d end up like this. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you won’t ever want anyone else.” With that he thrusts inside of you, hard.

Your legs wrap around his hips and your hands grab his biceps, desperately trying to hold on to something. Every thrust hits just right, every move he makes is perfect. You could stay like this, right here in this moment for your entire life. And with the way Alex is moaning into your neck, you’d say he feels the same.

You moan his name, trying but failing to tell him what you want. Luckily he understands and kisses you. It’s not as soft as the first time but it’s everything you need. He moans “Cum baby, cum for me” you clench around him as you lose control. Letting yourself fall apart for the second time tonight. Just for him.

He continues his thrusts as you come down from your high and only when your ready does he chase after his release. Thrusts become erratic and groans echo around the room. It’s your turn to tell him now “Please Alex, please”

And he does. Alex cums inside of you, panting and hot. Once he calms down he looks at you. Really looks at you and kisses you one more time.

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In the morning it’s only Alex that is lying next to you. And honestly you're glad. You love Marco and don’t regret anything, but with Alex it’s different. It felt different.

You snuggle up to him, trying to get impossibly closer. And you feel his arm wrap tighter around you. “Morning sunshine” he grumbles. His morning voice making you go all weak all over again.

“Morning“ you sigh

He flips both of you over so that he’s on top and smiles sleepily at you “that was something hmm?” He asks a slight blush covering his face

You nod “it was nice”

“Would you do it again? No regrets?” He’s nervous and he’s not hiding it very well

You kiss him, squash all the worry in his head “I would… but only with you. Just you Alex.”

Then he smiles, his big smile that makes his blue eyes shine and says “Just me and you.”

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wreckofawriter · 6 years ago

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!reader

Warnings: Slight swearing, bullying

Word count: 4,728 (this is the longest one I've ever written)

Request: Hey do you think you could do a Draco imagine? I was thinking with a ravenclaw reader who’s actually shy and clumsy.

A/n: Sorry this came out later than I anticipated, its regents week for me and I was crushed by exams. I hope to have part one of my Draco series out over the weekend. Hope you guys like this ridiculously long one!

“Ms. y/l/n” You heard an all too familiar voice say.

“Yes Professor?” You asked turning around swiftly to face the raven haired teacher.

“What happened with your potion, it was a complete disaster?” The teacher asked.

You flushed, it was no secret you weren't exactly great at positions, you were too clumsy to measure anything out, you managed to cut your finger and you always messes up the order of ingredients.

“I'm so sorry professor i'm just not very good at positions. I have been studying I swear, it just..” Your voice trailed off. “I'm sorry professor.” You mumbled looking down.

“I want you prepared for the test next Wednesday, you should be able to manage that?” He asked eyebrows raised.

“Of course professor.” You mumbled still quite flush from the whole conversation. You turned to leave walking back towards your common room. About thirty seconds later you saw the last person you wanted to. Mckenzie Clarkson. She was a fellow housemate who unfortunately was extremely popular, pretty, nimble footed and of course, smart. She was basically everything you weren't, in your mind.

“God your pathetic.” The brunett girl laughed, her stunning green eyes narrowing. “You have lost, what was it? 30 points for us today.” The girls behind her giggled whispering things to each other. “You shouldnt even be in Ravenclaw. Your far to stupid. You cant even get into the common room without help, you trip over your own feet and you are practically failing all your classes.” She smirked clearly feeling very good about herself, as you willed yourself not to cry. You hated crying, so you just glared up at her anger rushing through you like a wave, but you kept it down, what could you possibly say to her?

“Can you just let me go?” You asked voice weak.

“I don't know can we?” The hallway erupted in laughter.

“Just let me leave.” You said voice a bit stronger now as your anger grew.

“Fine.” She smirked as she moved out of the way. You quickly began to walk through the group of girls, the embarrassment was suffocating.

Just as you were about to break free of the group, a girl stuck he leg out sending you sprawling to the ground. Your hands, full of books that scattered as you attempted to get your arms in front of you, it was a failure and you landed on your elbow directly followed by you face. You groaned in pain as you felt blood begin to seep from your nose.

“Oops.” The girl giggled before they all turned to leave laughing and joking.

You lay there for a few seconds squeezing your eyes shut, begging the tears to retreat. You eventually pushed yourself up so you were sitting. You were surrounded by books and papers, you had blood rushing down your face dripping onto you shirt and you had had enough. You simply pulled yourself to the side of the hallway drawing your knees to you cest and began to cry. You knew this wouldn't stop. You were far too shy to say anything and even if you weren't the girls were right anyway. Why were you in Ravenclaw when it took you a good twenty minutes just to figure out the password to your own common room?

Just then your heard voices. You quickly moved grabbing your books and sprinting out of the hallway before anyone could see you. You sprinted the whole way back to the tower. You were greeted by the raven statue you had grown to hate. You groaned loudly.

The statue spoke, “How is it possible for you to stand behind your father while he is standing behind you?” it asked, making you groan again.

“Can you please just let me in, im covered in blood.” You grumbled knowing that it wouldn’t answer. You tried to think. How can I stand behind something that is behind me? You racked your brain for an awnser but it seemed impossible. You couldnt help it you began to cry again. Frustration, embarrassment and sadness filled you as tears streaked you cheek. Why were you put in Ravenclaw? What could that stupid, good for nothing, hat possibly seen in you that made him shout “Ravenclaw” like a farmer yelling for his next sheep to slaughter.

You then heard footsteps beside you. You turned to see Cho Chang. She was in the year above you and was everything a Ravenclaw should have been, pretty, athletic, and of course wicked smart. You wanted to hate her for being so perfect but you couldn't.

“Hey,” She said softly, “I heard what Mckenzie did. That's messed up.” She attempted to sooth you.

“It doesn't matter.” You attempted to smile but it was more of a tight lipped grimace.

“She’s wrong you know.” Cho smiled.

You gave a half hearted laugh, “What could possibly make me a Ravenclaw?”

“So much y/n,” she said, “You are crazy good at Wizards Chess for one.”

“That’s just a stupid game.” You grumbled.

“No, it takes strategy and I've never seen a single person beat you.” She pointed out.

You blushed not used to getting praised.

“Also i've seen your artwork, its beautiful, absolutely stunning.” She smiled making you blush more.

“Thanks.” you mumbled.

“Look don't let one girl get you down.” She advised before asking the statute for the riddle. It answered and she stood there thinking for a second.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, “Your standing back to back.”

The statue spun open as you hit your forehead onto you stack of books making you stumble, barley catching yourself before you fell. You cursed yourself before ascending the stairs to your room. You had had enough humiliation for today.

Draco rolled his eyes as Zambini told another terrible joke beside him, “What do you call a red head with no brains?’

“I don't know, you with red hair?” Draco mocked.

“Close but no.” the other boy snickered, “A weasley!” He erupted into laughter as they rounded the corner, heading to the common room.

As they continued talking Draco felt something thump against his foot. He looked down to see a leather bound book which he had kicked a few feet in front of him. The platinum blonde raised his eyebrows before bending down to pick it up.

“What the..” Balises voice trailed off.

Draco looked up to see a small puddle of blood at the end of the quoridor.

“Some idiot probably got hurt in potions or something.” Draco scoffed, though he was a bit confused. They continued walking being careful to avoid the blood. Draco's mind was quickly brought back to the book and he opened it to see what it was. What he saw stunned him.

They were sketches. Not crappy sketches that was done by some kid, but damn good sketches. Most of them looked like they were for herbology. There were various plants with notes about them scribbled in messy handwriting in the margins, but every few pages there was something different. On the fifth page there was a drawing of a creature he didn't recognize. It was a black horse-like creature with big leathery looking wings. He wondered what it was. They had now arrived at the common room and Draco went directly to a couch sitting down on the black leather, continuing through the book. On the eleventh page there was a drawing of a broom stick. It was read Nimbus 2000 at the handel. There were various other sketches of random objects littered throughout the pages of plants and each was extremely realistic. His thoughts were interrupted by Daphne and Pansy.

“Did you draw those Malfoy?” Daphne asked plucking the book out of his hand ignoring his protests.

“No, could I have it back?” He asked glaring at the girl.

Before she could respond Perkison interrupted, “Who’s is it Dracy?”

“Don't call me Dracy” the boy groweld, “and I haven't the slightest idea.”

“Oh, how did you get it?” Daphne asked.

“I just found it, now give it back.” He stood up snatching the book up before retreating upstairs.

“Who pissed in his cheerios?” Pansy grumbled plopping onto the couch.

The next day you had herbology first period, you quite liked herbology you were good at it too. You loved how you could just sketch after you finished the drawing of the plants and of course you love your grade in the class. It made you feel less like a loser. Just a little less. When you plopped yourself into a seat next to a Ravenclaw boy named Casey. He was always very nice and often complimented you drawings. You would be lying if you said you didn't like him a little.

After sitting down and greeting the boy you opened your bag to look for your sketchbook. It was nowhere to be found. What the heck? You thought as you searched through your bag with no luck. Then it struck you. You must have left it in the dungous yesterday. You cursed yourself quietly.

“You okay?” Casey asked beside you.

“Yeah I just lost my book,” You smiled at him blushing a bit.

“Oh. I could help you look for it later if you want.” He offered.

“O-oh I wouldn't want to bother you.” you blushed

“It's no bother, I swear i want to help.” He smiled flashing a pearly set of straight teeth.

“Ok, s-sounds good.” You stammered, you felt your face grow impossibly warmer.

The lesson continues and you talked occasionally to Casey, you did your sketch on a piece of lined paper, you would transfer them when you found your notebook. After Herbologioy you and Casey headed down to the dungeons to look for your book. You had never really hung out with him out of class and it was nice. You were fighting a blush the whole time, you weren’t really one who interacted with attractive boys out of class.

Draco began to make his way down to potions, he was still working through the drawings, there were many creatures he had never heard of before. It was odd, how had he never seen so many of these before? He was halfway through the dungeons when he heard giggling. It wasn't Pansy’s shriek, it was a soft quiet sound that made him think of the patter of rain on dewy grass. He turned the corner to see two figures in blue robes. One was a tall boy with dirty blond hair and deep brown eyes. Next to him was a y/h girl with y/h/l y/h/c hair that shone in the candle light. Her eyes were a stunning y/e/c that shared a soft yet sharp gaze with the world. He was taken aback. How had he never seen this girl before? They both looked at Draco expecting him to speak but he didn't, he simply kept walking brushing past the two, tucking the leather bound book back into his robes.

As he walked away, he heard the boy mutter something to the girl, causing her to gasp and laugh,

“Casey!” she scolded him

“Oh come on y/n that was funny.” He teased back and Draco almost gasped in surprise. That was y/n? y/n y/l/n? No way. You were in his potions class and you never even spoke up, you were constantly messing up positions too. How was that girl the same one whose name he had grown deaf to Snape yelling? I didn't seem possible.

“Shot, I have to get to positions.” you told Casey glancing at your watch. He said goodbye as you walked quickly to your worst class. You were actually unusually excited, Luna one of your best friends had offered to help you out because you had the class together and she was quite good at potions. You entered the classroom quickly and found Lun, sitting next to the girl. As you waited for class to start you chatted about the different potions and what might be on the test.

“Wait for the dragons egg you have to turn it to powder first right?” you asked to see your friends gaze elss where.

“Dracos staring at you.” She said simply as if she hadn't just said an impossible sentence.

“What?” you asked turning around to meet a pair of silver eyes already on you. They quickly dodged away making you blush tremendously. “I saw him in the hallway eairler, and Casey made a stupid joke about him, hes probally plotting my death.” You sighed reality crashing on to you.

“I don't think so.” Luna said in her usual dreamy tone.

“What else would he be doing?” You murmured returning to your notes.

Before Luna could answer Snape entered the room and you snapped your eyes to the front of the class.

“It has come to my attention that many of you are getting nothing done in this class.” He stated harshly. You cringed this was not going to end well. “And because of that fact I have made a new seating chart,” You groaned, just when you were getting excited about positions.

“Listen for your name and your partner,” He continued. “Parkinson, Belby. Goldstein, Crabbe. Greengrass, Lovegood.” You glanced at your friend who was as usual, smiling. You are happy for her as well, there were much worse partners to be had. “Corner, Zambini. Boot, Blustrode. Y/l/n, Malfoy.” The rest of the names went out of the window when you heard your partner. This was not going to be good, not good at all.

When Draco heard your name called, then quickly followed by his he felt like he was going to throw up. And it wasn't because he knew you were probably going to botch whatever potion they made, it was because he wasn't sure if he could focus around you. He blushed madly and tried to think about something else. It's just a pretty girl you bloody idiot. He scolded himself. You just met her today, he reminded himself Well just realized she existed today. He was shaken out of his thoughts by Snape's voice.

“If you don't like your partner, too bad. Move together please.” Draco glanced over at y/n who was already packing up, Zambini moved from his seat apologizing to Draco for his partner and moved toward the back where Micheal was seated.

He then saw you make your way over to him your cheeks a bit red, the same way they were when you were talking to that Casey boy in the hallway. He grimaced, how was he jealous of someone he had never spoken a word to? He then decided he would ignore every good quality you had and focus on the bad ones. That way it would be easier to pretend to hate you right?

The second you sat down his plan failed. You smelt like vanilla and roses. He wanted to lean closer to you and inhale your addicting scent forever, but instead he moved over or so he couldn't breathe in your intoxicating fumes.

“Hi, i’m y/n.” You said sweetly sticking your hand out.

“I know who you are.” Draco responded ignoring your hand and continuing to stare at the board, slouching in his seat.

“Oh ok.” You murmured. He saw a small frown take over your soft pink lips and he felt angry for being its cause.

Snape explained that you were to make a Confusing Concoction potion and told you you had till the end of class. The potion wasn't too complicated. You thought you might be able to get through this one.

“I'll get the water you can work on the feathers.” Draco drawled trying not to get to close to you as he stood. You pretend not to notice.

“Ok.” you nodded. You grabbed the feathers and began to separate the barbs from them. Not but two feathers in you yelped with pain as a barb pierced your thumb. You yanked it out hissing in pain as you saw blood drips from the wound. Draco who was now back and heating the water grimaced at the sound of your pain but refused to show that he cared.

He sighed loudly, “Look you go clean up and I will finish the feathers.”

“Thank you.” you whimpered walking towards a sink face red as the blood dripping from your hand.

Draco let out a breath he didn't know he was holding after you walked past. He then sat down and began to work on the feathers. His fingers moved easily to separate the barbs from the stalk and he couldn't help but wonder how you had possible stuck yourself with one so quickly. He then heard a thump and an apology and looked up to see you stumbling back to your seat face a brilliant red as Millicent and Boot glared after you. He snickered a bit turning back to the feathers.

Once you had most of the ingredients in you had to wait for 30 minutes for it to boil so Draco sat down and pulled out the book of drawings he had found.

He was flipping through the pages again when he heard a gasp beside him. He looked up eyebrows raised.

“Where did you find that?” You asked pointing at the book.

“In the hallway.” He smirked, “Why do you care anyway?”

“Because it's mine.” You whispered causing his cheeks to flush.

“This is yours?” He asked surprise sewn into his voice.

“Yes.” you nodded, “I lost it when..” your voice trailed off face growing red, “after potions.” you finished voice quiet.

“You sure this is yours?” It came out harsher than Draco had intended but what could he do about it now?

“Yes.” you breathed out face growing warmer. “It does have drawings in it, doesn't it?”

“Well yeah but they are like, really good.” Only after he said it did he realise how it sounded. He instantly was filled with guilt as your face flashed with sadness and anger.

“Yeah, well, they’re mine.” You grumbled voice quiet.

“Here.” He handed the book to you, your hands brushed before you snatched the book away and he felt like he was going to burst at the feeling of your skin against his.

Just then the timer on your position went off and the two of you continued to work.

That's how it went for two weeks. You and Draco would share very few words as you worked together. Your grade did improve, but you were still quite prone to accidents and Draco rolled his eyes everytime. You went from being sad he didn't like you to being mad. He was always so rude. He would avoid speaking to you, looking at you, hell he avoided you altogether, his seat was always poised at the other end of the desk as if you were some sort of plague. All of this made you angry and frustrated. What have you done to make you so repulsive? You knew you weren't the best at potions but you had only messes up three the whole time and you were improving. You had never been rude to the boy even once, how come he hated you so much?

“I just don't get it.” You pouted turning to Casey who was walking you down to potions.

“It's not your fault y/n, he's like that with everyone.” He explained, “He's just a dick, not much you can do about it.”

“But maybe if I was better at potions the-” you were interrupted by Casey.

“Y/n its not your fault, you are amazing and sweet and kind, it's just him okay? Don't let him make you doubt yourself.”

You blushed furiously at his words, “Thanks Case.”

“Plus if he's really pissing you off just blow a potion up in his face.” he jeered.

You laughed loudly, “He'd probably kill me with his icy glare.” you teased.

“He is always glaring at you.” Casey smiled.

“Thanks for walking me.” You said.

“Of course, i’ll see you around y/n.” He beamed.

“See ya.” You said before entering the classroom. You were met with Draco's frozen glare.

“Hello Malfoy.” You greeted.

“Y/l/n” he responded his voice vacant of any emotion.

You sat down and glanced at the board to see what position you were working on. You then looked at Draco who was already looking at you making you blush.

“I'll get the water.” You said promptly before standing up and snatching a cauldron. Only when you did this you left foot got caught behind your right and you plummeted to the ground. You dropped the cauldron with a clang and you hit the ground. You instantly heard laughter erupted throughout the room and you felt tears well up in your eyes. You then heard a snicker and you didn't have to see his face to know it was Draco. You blinked furiously face a deep shade of crimson. You then pushed yourself off the ground, lifted the cauldron from a few feet away and turned to face the slytherin boy. Your shyness suddenly disappearing in your rage and embarrassment when you saw the everlasting smirk perched on his lips. You felt two tears cascade down your red cheeks as you thrust the cauldron into his hands.

“Screw you Malfoy.” your voice trembled through gritted teeth. You then quickly left the classroom, laughter disappearing behind you. You made it maybe two cordors from the classroom when you saw Mckenzie. You instantly turned to run but were cut off by a few other girls already behind you.

“God y/n, such a clutz.” She snickered. “I think you belong in a physical therapy building not a wizarding school.”

You only whimpered feeling helpless and small.

“Boo-hoo poor, poor, y/n all alone.” She rubbed her eyes with her fists.”You do realize that Casey only hangs out with you because of a dare right?”

Your eyes widened in confusion.

“I made a dare that he couldn't get you to go out with him in a month and here we are, only two weeks in and you are practically drooling over him.”

You felt a sob leave your mouth. You wanted to say it wasn’t true but you knew it was. It sure as hell wasn’t a coincidence he asked to help you find your book the exact day she said she struck the deal with him. You felt angry. Sad. But most of all embarassed. You were always so embarrassed. Why where you always so fucking embarassed?!

“Guess I'll have to go out with him now that I told you about the bet” She smirked picking at her long blue nails.

“Of course.” You muttered tears falling of your chin.

“What's that?” Mckenzie smirked.

“Of course he would want to go out with you.” You began to sob and you saw Mckenzie’s smirk widen and your anger out did you.

“Of course, some douchebag like him would want to date a slutty bitch like you.” Anger dripped like poison from your voice. All of the laughter around you stopped as you felt yourself smile. You looked up through your tears to see Mkenzies mouth wide open in shock, her eyes wide in her sockets.

Anger took over her features and she pulled her wand from her robes with a shriek. “Stupify!” she shouted and you were sent sprawling backward. Your head hit the stone wall and black dots danced in your vision. You groaned closing your eyes but they popped back open when you heard another voice.

“Back off!” it yelled anger knit into its frame. You turned to see Draco heading strait at the girls. He whipped his wand once and suddenly Meckenzi flew into the air. She then dangled there like an invisible rope was tied to her ankle.

She shrieked for the girls below her to help but they just turned and ran fearful of the boy heading toward them. After the other girls disappeared Draco flicked his wand again and Mckenzie fell to the ground and began to cry.

“Get out of here before I do more than hex you.” You heard him growl.

The girl instantly stood up sobbing as she stumbled away. Draco's eyes softened when they landed on you.

“Are you alright?” he asked as he rushed over to you.

“What do you care Malfoy?” you mumbled attempting to get up only to stumble over your own feet and plummet to the ground, well you would have hit the ground if it wasn't for a pair of strong arms wrapping around you. You looked up at the blonde, his grey eyes were set on your lips and felt your heartbeat speed up to extremely high. Draco's face was now quite red as he helped you back to your feet.

“Why do you hate me?” the question rose from your lips before you could stop it. You flushed immediately after it left your mouth. Draco looked taken aback by the question.

“I don't hate you.” he stated.

“Don't lie to me. You avoid looking at me, you don't speak to me, hell you sit as far away from me as possible.” You paused looking at the boy, “I just want to know why.”

He laughed he actually laughed. What could possibly be funny right now? Was this all another joke? Did he really find your misery that funny. You flushed madly turning to leave.

“No wait love, don't leave.” Draco begged his laughter stopping abruptly.

You felt heat rush to your face at the nickname and turned around looking at the ground. Your gaze was turned upward when you felt a finger slowly lift your face upward. You had never blushed so much in your entire life.

“I don't hate you y/n. I would never hate you.” He smiled, not his usual smirk but a genuine smile and it made you go weak at the knees. “I don't think I could ever hate you.”

“Then why do you act like you do?” you asked, “Why do you avoid me? Why do you never talk to me, never look at me?”

He sighed, “I avoid you because whenever I get near you, I smell you. And it drives me crazy.” His hand caressed your cheek bone and you were pretty sure you face was on fire. “Your scent is beyond intoxicating. When I talk to you I lose track of everything else and I can only hear your voice echoing in my head.” He whispered, his minty breath danced across your face making you shudder. “And when I look at you, it's like the world disappears and it's only you standing there. Everytime I look at you I have to battle myself not to lean in and taste your lips.”

You stared at him. You couldn't breath, your It had been replaced with butterflies that were now fluting inside you madly. You were pretty sure this is what death felt like. But then something clicked inside you and your realized this wasn't death it was love.

“When it comes to you, I can focus on nothing else.” Dracos lips were so close you could feel them brush yours and you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed the back of his head and smashed his lips onto yours.

You had never felt anything like it before, his lips danced on yours with grace you couldn't even begin to fathom. You felt his tongue slid across your lips and your eyes widened in surprise. You then shut them again opening your mouth a slight bit. You ran your hand threw his hair as he explored your mouth with his tongue pushing you up against the wall softly. You didn't want to break the kiss but you felt your lungs burn begging for air and you drew away from him.

You were both panting when you pulled apart. Your face was a bright red, your lips swollen, and hair disheveled but to Draco, you had never looked more beautiful.

“Merlin,” he gasped out, “I'm never going to focus again when I know you kiss like that.”

You flashed a brilliant red and giggled, Draco then decided he couldn't stop himself anymore, he pressed his lips against yours once again.

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smutty-rainbow-sides · 5 years ago

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Praise for @smuttysanderssidestwopointoh

Warnings

Fingering

Praise (no shit)

Anxiety (damn it Virgil)

Slight self esteem issues (again Virgil c'mon love yourself dude)

They were sitting on Virgil's dorm room bed, Logan had come over with the pretence of studying which was quickly pushed aside in favour of kisses.

Their lips moved in a slightly off harmony, mouths slightly open as they enjoyed each others company. Virgil brushed his tounge against Logan's lip and felt the other stiffen.

"You ok Lo?" He inquired watchi his boyfriend shuffle closer to him.

Logan rested his head on Virgil's shoulder, nodding.

"Yeah I'm ok. Just don't like tounges shoved down my throat. Brings up too many memories," he mumbled into Virgil's neck.

Virgil ran his fingers through Logan's hair, he was worried about this.

"Thank you for telling me sweetheart, any other triggers I need to be aware of?"

"I think that's the only specific trigger, I'll let you know if I get uncomfortable with anything," Lo said looking up at Virgil with shining eyes.

"Mmm such a good boy for telling me," Virgil praised as he brushed Logan's hair out of his face, hugging him closer with his free arm and feeling the slight shiver running through his body.

"Do you like that my good boy?" He leaned back as he asked. Logan's face was pinker than normal.

"Doesn't everyone?" He tilted his head as he responded.

"Oh honey," Virgil chuckled at his adorable boyfriend, "I'm sure most enjoy being told they're doing good but most don't really react like that, but it's ok. There's nothing wrong with liking praise."

Logan shifted, "I thought it was normal?"

Virgil kissed the side of his head, "Can I try something? I promise I'll stop if you want me to," he asked drawing away as Logan nodded.

"I'm gonna need you to use your words like the good boy you are."

"Yeah, I trust you." Logan breathed his face and neck flushing.

Virgil gently pushed Logan so he was laying down and leaned over him, "You're so good for me," he kissed his boyfriends neck feeling the warmth on his lips. He quickly sat up.

"What does my gorgeous boyfriend want?" Virgil asked as he palmed Logan through his pants, keeping a close eye on his boyfriend's face watching for a negative reaction that didn't come.

"Virge," Logan gasped as his hands gripped the bedsheets, "just want you."

It's was Virgil's turn to blush, even after all this time he still couldn't quite believe this amazing person wanted him.

He cleared his throat, "Sap," he accused smiling. He was so whipped, not that he'd change that for anything.

"Can I take these off," he asked his fingers brushing Logan's pants waistband and watched his tummy twitch.

"Yeah," he breathed eager for whatever Virgil had in mind.

Virgil pulled his pants and boxers down and dumping them beside their shirts that they'd discarded earlier.

"Mmm such a beautiful boy spread out just for me," he whispered watching Logan's cock twitch and blurt out some precum.

He stroked Logan's throbbing dick listening to his breathy gasps.

"Virge!" Logan gasped.

"Yes my good boy?"

Logan made grabby hands, squirming. Virgil leaned closer chucking as Logan wrapped his arms around him, pressing quick kisses to Virgil's lips.

"I love you too Lo," he chuckled as he pulled away watching his adorable boyfriend pout as his hand stopped teasing his cock.

"Right I need you to tell me if you ever need or want me to stop ok."

"I will."

"Good boy," Virgil went to his bedside table to the lube he kept in the drawer.

"What I get horny," he said when he noticed Logan's raised eyebrow.

They both chuckled for a moment before Virgil popped the cap open. He coated his fingers and breathed on the lube to warm it.

"This ok?" Virgil checked with Logan as his finger brushed against his hole.

Logan nodded as he spread his legs further. His face was bright red by now.

Virgil nodded to himself as he gently pushed a finger into his boyfriend.

"Oh! That's definitely better with lube," Logan gasped his cock adding to the puddle of precum on his stomach.

"Have you been doing this without lube you silly boy?" He asked his eyes wide.

He quickly backtracked when his boyfriend whimpered.

"No no, you're not silly you're a very smart boy but you are taking this lube with you."

Logan nodded still slightly ashamed.

Virgil noticed this and tried again, "you didn't do anything wrong sweetie, I was just surprised and I overreacted."

He sighed when Logan's shoulders relaxed, crisis averted.

"Can I continue or do you want me to stop?"

"Please don't stop!" Logan didn't want this to be over.

Logan's dick was fully hard again after briefly softening Virgil noticed. Well he better help his beautiful boy.

He pumped his finger in and out for a little bit watching Logan's reactions carefully. He seemed to like it.

Virgil added a second finger, "Is this ok my sweet, good boy?"

Logan nodded rapidly.

His whines and gasps were music to Virgil's ears. He angled his fingers to try and find Logan's prostate watching his dick weep and twitch.

"You're so good for me aren't you? You're doing so well," he brought his free hand to Logan's cock stroking it.

"VIRGE PLEASE!" Logan shouted. He was a mess of whines, pants and gasps. And he really wanted to cum.

"What does my good boy want? Hmm, wanna cum? Wanna be a good boy and cum for me?" He stilled his fingers as Logan's cock spurted across his chest which was rising and falling rapidly.

Virgil gently pulled his fingers from Logan watching him relax.

"Was... was that ok?" He asked the familiar anxiety surfacing, he didn't want to push his Logan too far.

Logan lifted his head from the pillow examining his boyfriend.

"I really liked that," he said sitting up and pulling Virgil to his still messy chest. Looks like they'll both need to clean up.

"I wouldn't mind doing that again. Can I?" He gestured to Virgil's lap.

Virgil's eyes widened. He didn't mean to make Logan think he had to get him off too!

"You don't have to!" He hurried.

"I know that," Logan tried to calm his overly anxious boyfriend, "but I want to."

Virgil stilled. Logan didn't feel obligated to return the favour. He wanted to. He nodded.

"C'mon Virge use your words," Logan chuckled as he repeated Virgil's words from earlier hoping to get a smile from Virgil.

Virgil laughed as he finally relaxed, "If... if you don't mind... I'd uh," he took a breath, "I'm not really in the mood right now."

He didn't want to disappoint his boyfriend but he was rather out of it. Damn anxiety.

"That's ok love," Logan smiled to show him he wasn't upset. He was well aware of how Virgil's brain liked to work against him sometimes, "How about we clean up then snuggle till its time to eat?"

"That's sounds nice."

Maybe he should talk to his therapist soon.

#not safe for Sanders #Analogical #prompt fill #smuttysanderssidestwopointoh

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merrysithmas · 5 years ago

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some POPPER-centric hcs:

Boris and Theo celebrating Popper's birthday together for two years, waking up at two in the afternoon, blinds drawn tight - but not tight enough to banish the bright gleam of treasure chest gold that flares through the slits between them, 777 Vegas coin yellow, graffitiing malleable stripes of desert sun across the walls and crumpled sheets. Theo peeking a tired eye over the coverlet from under Boris' arm, little Popper’s big cookie-round ink eyes already awake and staring at him, tail wagging bashfully against the sheets in the silence.

Boris, who was snoring just a moment ago, starts up, suddenly, electrified, hollering a gasping realization that sounds something like, “Moy malchik!” The sound pops a breaker in Theo’s brain, letting loose a migraine from last night's bender, which is evidenced by the toppled pill bottles (Xandra's), the semi-collapsed beer cans and the vague memory of Boris' stoned over-confidence ("Potter! Look - against my head - watch - I bet I can - like the movies!"), and the ultimately ignorable ache of his hamstrings.

At Boris' startling exclamation Popper lets loose an exuberant tirade of ungodly shrieking, like set off by the crack of a gun at race he was raring for, immediately licking Boris' morning-slick skin, teenaged greasy and gross, and Boris is laughing so loud that the walls almost shake, as they are so regularly starved and thin of joy. And Theo sits up, wincing (that phantom ache again, inadmissible memories) and leans on his elbow, reaching out to pat the wild little thing who quickly turns on him, "Ok - Happy birthday! Happy birthday!"

II.

Boris and Theo washing Popper in the sink - he reeks. Sickly sweet rotten fruit-smell compounded with the wet mildewy stench of old laundry, distinctly intermixed with the odor of shit. Popper’s yelping echoes through the kitchen like an antique car horn, petrified, claws rigid on the edge of the sink, braced for continued frantic attempts to flee his sudsy prison and energized with bouts of fervor not entirely unlike a demonic possession. The one overhead light fixed accusatorily above the kitchen sink makes the whole set up look like an interrogation room - worlds away from the girly relaxing grooming videos they found on Youtube.

“Potter! Not this way!" Boris screeches - voice cracking like it has been lately - exacerbated in its rawness by the cheap, caustic brand of cigarettes he smokes. Lately they’ve been meeting the parched maw of his chapped lips like a consecutive line of ants, one after the other, his fingernails yellowing. Popper shakes violently, way before Theo is ready and can throw the ratty towel across his drenched body, whirling like a windmill, fur centripetal and spiralling, soaking their filthy t-shirts flat onto their bony bruised limbs.

“Oh, Popper," Boris outright coos, followed by a placating barrage of what is unmistakably a grandmotherly coddle of (likely) Polish. "You look just like Potter!" he declares, finally discarding his ciagrette, which dims in the puddle on the counter as it sucks up water. Theo grabs it as it does, revives it, takes a long, charring drag of nicotine and tar. His eyes narrow behind his glasses, observing the drowned-rat Maltese, frigid and shaking to its bones, and completely hates how Popper's forlorn appearance quite accurately recalls his own reflecton, just in from the pool, hair flat to his head, eyes big and, somehow always, helpless.

III.

Boris and Theo say goodbye to Popper when he is fifteen. Congestive heart failure - a diagnosis so deleterious and uncomfortably human Theo finds it hard to believe when the middle-aged vet ("Dr Janet", purple earrings, thick rectangular glasses - incense burning, loose leaf tea drinking, National Park lover) breaks it to him. She seems to understand the frozen bones in his shoulders and his unexpected quietness better than he does, leaving the room before he notices she’s gone.

Even in the darkest edges of his flayed existentialisms Theo never found room for dogs. Dogs, he supposes for the first time, in an achingly unfair realization, with their bright renewable resource of happiness (which they often give freely even to the undesevering, or unknowning, or unappreciative) are immune to such nihilistic musings. Popper stares at him from the table, ragged and old, too heavy in the middle and too thin on the edges, breathing all wrong. How did - all that time pass?

Boris, on video-chat in Kyyiv, up to no nefarious deed (he insists) is the one, for once, startled by Theo’s harsh red eyes, like he's been doping too much again, but there’s no dope - just a clinical setting and a hard shuddering breathing, from somewhere offscreen, quiet like it’s coming from a baby in crib.

Boris, like a knitted sweater, so often and inevitably pulled in many different directions until he disappears, seems to swat away half a dozen Non-English speaking acquaintances before the line goes quiet on his end and Theo can actually explain what is going on. The way he touches the screen on the video chat with his fingertips when Theo presents it to Popper (“Let me see him please,” Boris had asked, with no hidden heartbreak) makes Theo’s chest crush inward like the emotional equivalent of the impact of a car accident.

Boris says no at first, when Theo makes the suggestion, no let him go when he's supposed to, not yet, then: let me see him first, and makes it all the way to JFK before his phone rings. He doesn't answer, won't, but when he walks in the jingling door from the merciless city rain, the black tails of his coat dragging water, all sharp angles and dark shadows, he already knows.

“He couldn’t wait anymore,” Theo says. And when he meets Theo’s cherry red eyes, Boris doesn’t yell, or get angry - he cries. Right there in the lobby - he cries. Hands shielding his eyes, like a boy cowering beneath the shade of an umbrella.

IV.

Later they bump coke in the bathroom of Gramercy Tavern, shitfaced at the table, “Remember when he ate Xandra’s G-string?” Theo says so loudly it rings across the room like a papal blessing.

“Aha! Yes! So sneaky. Little pervert! Gets that from you! And the time he shit in the grocery store? Aisle 12?”

The memories pour out: “His fucking pink collar with the bell on it.” “How he howl like - ooo ooo oooo! So annoying! Always in the morning! Yes, Popchyk! I’m coming!” “Oh when we caught him fucking The Playa’s chihuahua?” “да, I told him he could do better! He was nice boy she was not so nice. Still, he got more ass than either one of us,” Boris says fondly, proudly, and clinks his shotglass to Theo for what seems like the hundreth time.

“Something deeply not right about catching a Maltese in the throes of passion,” Theo says, blinking long-disturbed eyes behind the dewy lenses of his glasses. Boris seems to agree, with a noncomittal grunt, and puts a heavy, vice-like grip onto Theo’s shoulder, shaking him until he looks up.

“Like a teddy bear getting a blowjob,” he says, and Theo laughs a half-choked laugh. They’re both crying. They’re both fucking crying.

“To Popchyk née Popper, G-string sniffer, pillow hat, accomplished singer,” Theo sniffs, sitting up straightly from his messy, hunched position over the table, head back against the booth. Boris meets his eyes, they’re both such a fucking mess. “And friend.”

“Vichnaya pamyat,” Boris says formally, in response. Theo smashes his glass, agreeing.

“Eternal memory.”

“Open any one! Any one you want!” Boris crows happily, the tip of his nose red like he’s been outside in the cold but he hasn’t, not for hours, and the sloshing bottle of Christmas cheer which is sitting (carelessly, without a coaster, Theo notices with disdain) on the mahogany side table is nearly empty at only half past noon. “Oh! My big mistake!” Boris makes a big show of putting his hand to his chest in guilt, elevating the bottle and placing it on top of a book instead. “блядь,” he scoffs.

“I know what ‘bitch’ in Russian is,” Theo answers, wrapped warmly in a woolen Burberry pullover, burgundy, with the festive forest green cuffs of his starched button up curling around the ends of his sleeves. Snow is falling outside like white wafting butterflies, the stone Antwerp architecture nestled under frost, Tchaikovsky on the speakers hooked up to Boris’ sentimental iPhone.

“I know!” Boris says cheerily, gesturing towards the presents beneath the tree with a sweeping, encouraging hand. “Any one!”

Theo rolls his eyes, but as they land on the smattering of gifts wrapped festively on the dark hardwood floor his mood lifts. Picking up a small one, dark matte navy blue with a silver ribbon Boris exclaims offendedly -

“No! Any one!” he repeats, taking the blue one out of Theo’s hands and replacing it with a rather less elegant medium-sized red box, bundled together with a haphazard green string. “This one!”

The oddly-weighted box quivers in his grip, a strange feeling which sends an unexpected thrill of fear through Theo, “What is this.”

“Open!” Boris goads. “Just look!” he seems pleased with himself, taking another long hit off the joint that is smoking in the ash tray and then rubbing his palms together and leaning forward over his knees, eagerly like a kid.

The box is easy to open, just a cover over a base, which Theo lifts to reveal the small fuzzy face of a tiny, tiny round dog, so extremely gay, circular in the face like a teddy bear, pawing at the side of the box.

“You like her?” Boris asks with the trepidation of new fallen snow, peering over Theo’s shoulder.

The puppy stares at him, unblinking and cherubic, and softly licks Theo’s nose. It happily lets out the shrillest bark from its tiny lungs, a sound so high-pitched it makes the bells on the tree tingle in the vaguest memory of tinnitus.

“Ah, бубенчик Popchykova!” Boris laughs.

Theo hoists the little thing up, blinking tree lights ensconsing the ball of its fuzz, an ornament-shape itself - the puppy wriggles disorganized limbs in midair, pawing innocently for warmth and closeness. Somehow smaller, more effeminate, and more annoying than his last dog. He loves her already. Round cookie-shaped eyes and a bark that splits his skull. And the name?

It fits.

#the goldfinch #boreo #popchyk borysovych decker pavlikovsky #i have a lot of feelings abt popper ok

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bittermarrow · 6 years ago

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Break the Chain // (Thomas Hewitt x Reader)

A/n: Why do I write angst? It is so painfullll, yet so good and I’m indecisive and like torturing myself. Also, this takes place after Thomas gets his arm chopped off and chases after Erin.

Warnings: Graphic Gore/Blood, Angst, lots of feelings.

Words: 2200+

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Your entire body burns with a distinct kind of pain, your throat raw and pumping large gulps of air through your lungs despite the discomfort that doing so inflicts. You can feel warm gushes of blood dripping down your chest from the fresh gash streaking across your sternum. Your nose feels clogged yet somehow still oozing a thin stream of crimson, your cracked and peeling split bottom lip is covered in the blood leaking from your nose.

Your chest aches and stings with boiling hot shots of irregular pain, the more you move the stronger your agony becomes. But still, you keep moving, the heavy downpour of a rare nightly rain leaves your clothes and hair soaked. You are jogging down the muddy road, your flimsy sandals slipping and squealing as the wet bottoms of your heel slide over the sole. You can feel the start blades of damp grass sticking to your feet and the dirty splashes of murky puddles against your ankles.

Your chunky dog collar chafes against your neck and the heavy, snapped chain jingles and sways with your movements. You can barely see much with how dark it is, but the length of the road acts as your guide. You’re wheezing so hard it sounds like you'll collapse any minute, but you know better. You weren't going to rest until you found him.

You were feeling a lot of things that confused you right now. You were angry, no, fuming that Thomas had run off after that girl, Erin, risking his health to catch her, to protect his family. You felt an unsettling amount of relief being able to finally run again, without being chained down like a dog. You felt guilty that you had run, without even telling the others that you were going after Thomas, leaving them to probably think you’d tried to escape. But most of all, you were terrified beyond belief.

All that blood, the sight of the dismembered arm of your most trusted person and all the vermillion smears over the lockers sending you into a panic. You were scared for Thomas’s sake, you knew he wouldn't stop his chase until he’s either caught the woman who hurt his family or killed himself trying. His family’s safety meant way too much to him for him to give up, but you couldn't just let him die out there. There was a chance that he was already… no, no he’s alive! He has to be alive, he’s stronger than that, you have to remind yourself, but it does little to comfort you.

You almost stop breathing and trip over your own feet when you hear the faint sound of a purring motor, you run even faster when you recognize it to be a chainsaw. You look further down the road but it's hard to see anything. You can feel your knees about ready to give out, but you ignore the burning pain. You almost sob in relief when you spot Thomas a few meters down. You slid to a stop and drop to your hands and knees to crawl over to his shaking form.

You finally reach him and use what's left of your strength to turn him over, so he isn't lying face down. You can't tell if Thomas is unconscious or just out of it, and when you can't force out his name through your chattering teeth you drop yourself against him. You press your cheek to his chest and listen for a heartbeat, your other hand scrambles of one of his— his only hand. And your fingers fumble over his wrist to search for a pulse.

He’s still breathing, but his pulse feels very irregular. Like he’s fighting for his life, literally. Either that or he’s fading in and out of consciousness, you can only hope it’s the latter. You startle just a bit when you feel his soaking wet arm drop around your back. It almost feels like it’s gone dead weight. You lift your head up from his chest and look up to his face, looking for any signs of consciousness or awareness.

You can just slightly make out the fluttering of his eyelids through the shadows of his mask and the darkness of night and rain. He suddenly looks you dead in the eyes, but only for a moment before he’s squeezing them shut. You can practically sense your own perturbation rising over the edge of the teacup holding in all of your emotions, ready to spill.

You can feel Thomas’s arm squeezing around you, and his fingers are twisting in the back of your heavy shirt. You don’t realize that his intent was to somehow shield you from the rain, and if he had gathered up enough strength to do it, you wouldn’t have been able to keep from sobbing. Thomas would do anything to keep you safe, even from rain that could potentially make you sick, even as he’s bleeding out on the road. In a way it’s almost a good thing he started to flicker in and out of alertness again.

You take in a deep breath and look over to what's left of his right arm, it’s but chopped off straight through the bone. You scramble around for something to wrap around his wound before he bleeds out, he’s already lost so much. You yank the damp sweatshirt off of your waist and pushed his good arm off of you.

You moved to his other side and hovered a trembling hand over the marred display of gore that was left of Thomas’s arm, some of the skin only hanging by mere strings on the exposed, clipped bone. Your fingertips hesitated when you lowered your hand to the stub of meaty tore-up flesh, and then gently lifted the damaged limb into your lap, trying your very best not to press too hard on it. You wrung out your soaking wet sweatshirt the best you could before hastily wrapping up his arm in it. The moment you applied pressure and began tying the sleeves together as a makeshift bandage Thomas started thrashing.

The sudden shot of pain must have shaken him back into consciousness, and you hold his arm down to the best of your ability, trying desperately to tie the damn knot so you could stop causing him so much agony. Once you had it tight enough to slow the bleeding, you let him jerk his arm away and hiss and moan to himself. He looked completely out of it. Like he was in too much crippling pain to even register that you existed. That wasn’t a good sign. You’d read about how the more blood the human body loses, the more delusional and susceptible to extreme side effects they become.

You are reminded of the roaring chainsaw a good ten feet away from where you kneel beside your lover, half of the saw is in a deep, murky puddle of muck drowning the motorized sound to be distorted into an unpleasant gurgling. You were about to lift yourself up from the street and go to switch it off, but in that same moment, Thomas starts shifting around and making louder, more clear whines. His wrapped arm is trembling on the slick dirt road like it was full of tremoring nerves that jerked and throbbed.

You crawl over so you are behind him and gingerly raise his heavy head up and place it over your lap, noting the streaks of blood beneath his skull. He must’ve hit his head pretty hard on the way down. You start to panic all of a sudden, all of your emotions melding into one big ball of dread and terror as you began to pant. Your heart is pounding in your chest almost painfully vigorously. This was not the time to have an anxiety attack! You supposed this whole situation could be described as your biggest fear, but the more you panic the harder it will be to keep a level head and fix all of this. You needed to help Thomas first, he came first.

You gulp down those feelings like you had done so many times before, putting them on hold for a more important call. You shakily attempt to speak to him, to see if you could get any other verbal responses. You don’t even try to even out the tremors in your throat.

“Thomas, Baby, can you hear me? Please, I can’t—” You broke off into a choked sob, your hot tears mixing with the chilly, fat drops of rain. You cradled his head in your hands and hunched over him just slightly before turning to one side as your emotional turmoil started to leak through the cracks. “To-Tommy? Tommy, please. I’m so scared, I-I’m so sorry, please stay with me. I can’t— not now. Ch-Charlie’s comin’ Don’t worry… don’t worry.”

It wasn’t quite clear who you were truly trying to comfort. You didn't even know if Hoyt was coming, you only hoped that he was. You once again curse yourself for not saying something before you left. You knew you couldn't drag Thomas back to the house by yourself, you didn't know if he could walk if he would make it, you didn't even know if you’d make it! You noticed Thomas was shaking, oh what more could go wrong!? If the blood loss doesn't kill him first, hypothermia will!

You tried to keep Thomas calm when he started to squirm, most likely from the searing pain he was experiencing. You hushed and cooed at him, cradling his head close to your stomach. You bent forward to stop him from touching his other arm, begging him to stay still for just a bit longer. You felt almost guilty for pleading with him to stay awake, but you knew you had to at least try to keep him conscious as long as possible.

The persistent deluge didn't relent in the slightest as five, six, and seven minutes passed by. Finally, you saw headlights approaching, the distinct pure of a truck growing closer and closer. You almost cried out in relief when you recognized whose truck it was, once it was close enough you wave to it to bring the driver’s attention to yourself.

It slowed to and pulled over, without a doubt, Hoyt and Luda Mae hopped out of the truck and rushed over to you. They both looked almost shocked to see you and only hesitated for a moment before they were fussing over Thomas. Luda was already yelling, starting to cry upon seeing her special boy in such a state.

“My boy! What have they done to my boy?!” You were quickly shoved away from Thomas, and as much as you loathed being apart from him and were on the verge of a severe emotional breakdown, you gave Luda some space to grieve and shout over her son. Charlie was a bit of a mess, you'd never seen the man so worried it, and yet so lost. Charlie always knew what to do, but right now… he looked like even he didn’t know how to fix this.

Fortunately, the posing sheriff was quick to get his head back in the right place and got his gears turning.

“C’mon, Mama, help me get ‘em in the truck!” Charlie shouted over the loud downpour, finally taking charge of the situation like he always did. You quickly rushed to help them maneuver a dazed Thomas into the backseat, the hulking man is trying his very best to stumble and walk with the aid of his family, and once he is in the back everyone else is jumping into the vehicle too.

You slide into the backseat with your injured giant, letting him lie his head in your lap and whispering calming things to him as Charlie sped way over the limit back to the Hewitt residence. There was no way they could take him to a hospital with their soon-to-be criminal record, and there was no telling if he’d make the entire long ride there anyway. So he’d have to be taken care of here, you know a bit about first aid from a bunch of medical classes you took way back in high school when you had planned to be a nurse. But you weren’t a surgeon, not even a nurse.

You just hoped to whatever god, ancestor, or force that existed that you could save him. You loved him too much to lose him now.

. . .

“So,” You heard Hoyt begin after walking out of the room Thomas was just stabilized and hopefully saved in, you hadn’t been allowed in. The family had assured you that your presence would do more harm than good. You hesitantly agreed.

“What?” You asked, the pure exhaustion and strain in your voice made you sound as worn out as you felt.

“What made ya stay? Ya ran off like you was takin’ your chance to run, why’d you bother with the boy?” The Sheriff questioned, not even sounding snarky or demanding, a genuine inquiry that you weren’t expecting from him. And so, you answered with nothing but truth soaking into every word, perhaps it even shocked you more than it did him.

“Because I love him more than that.” And you did, more than the life void of chains and gore that you could have escaped to. It would mean nothing without him.

Your collar and broken chain were never replaced.

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