#any game that lets me pet dogs is instantly one of my favourites!

[beth-and-bands]

I'm pretty sure I've spent more time petting Torgal than doing the main quest in FF16. He's my new favourite final fantasy party member🥺

[sincerelyneo]

wildflower | z.cl

“you know you are my favourite fantasy”

💿now playing: wildflower by 5 seconds of summer

❯ summary: Chenle just has to make it through one more round of twister. Then, you and his friends can leave and he can take care of the boner growing in his pants from your limbs grazing over his crotch every turn. Yeah, that’s his plan. Just one more round.

❯ pairings: chenle x fem!reader

❯ genre: friends to lovers, smut

❯ words: 4.0k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, light petting, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of chenle's thoughts while he gets off, voyeurism, hand jobs, literally just horny chenle, reader uses she/her pronouns.

"Chenle, left foot, green," Jisung announces.

It's just a game of Twister, Chenle keeps reminding himself as the colourful spinner dictates his next move. So why is he feeling so flustered? He needs to get a grip. Like he said, it's just a fucking game for Christ’s sake, one that families play on holidays. There's no reason for him to be turned on right now, but he is.

"Dude, will you hurry up? I don’t think I can handle Jaemin's ass in my face much longer," Haechan grumbles from his awkward position on the board, head perched to the side to avoid eye contact with the back of Jaemin's jeans.

"Stop pretending you don’t love my ass." 

Chenle feels no sympathy for Haechan; after all, this stupid game was his idea. He's the reason Chenle keeps having to conjure up the most unsexy thoughts imaginable to suppress the growing bulge in his pants.

It all started with a trip to the mall earlier in the day. Chenle had turned his back for just five minutes to go to the bathroom, and when he returned, he found his friends gathered around the ridiculous board game on the shelf. 

"Come on, it'll be fun," Haechan insisted, while Jaemin practically bounced with excitement. 

Chenle thought it was stupid; he's never been any good at Twister. But they all begged and pleaded to buy the game instead of sticking to the original movie night plans Chenle had organised for their traditional Friday night hangouts. And truthfully, Chenle had no intention of playing the game, let alone buying it. That is, until you stepped off the wall you were leaning against to join the conversation.

You strode over to pick up the box Haechan was clutching onto and inspected it. Chenle's gaze was fixed on your fingers as they tapped the package gently. It was surprising how everyone instantly fell silent from the shock of you wanting to get involved in their antics for a change.

 "Come on, Lele, Haechan has a point. It does look fun," you encouraged.

Chenle's attention immediately shifted to your puppy-dog eyes, and he swore they were strong enough to break his willpower. Or maybe it was the way your lips protruded in a practised pout, staring up expectantly at him. Actually, now that he thinks about it, it was definitely the soft and eager "Please," that you uttered that had him heading straight to the counter with the box and his wallet. 

That's what landed him here now. Stupid you and your stupid eyes and your even more stupidly cute smile.

“Chenle did you hear me?!” Jisung waves the spinner in front of his face, “Left foot, green.”

He snaps back to attention, finally shifting his left foot to a green circle. 

“Fucking finally,” Haechan murmurs, “Sung, spin it for me.”

Jisung complies, giving Haechan his next instruction. Haechan begins to twist his body through the gap between Jaemin’s legs – he just needs to stretch a little more to reach the blue target in his vision. But then…

“Ow, what the fuck?!” Jaemin groans, his ass crashing down on the board from Haechan’s manoeuvring between his limbs. 

“That was totally your fault! If you didn’t wriggle your body at the last second I wouldn’t have—”

"Nobody cares, Haechan. You're out. Off the board," Chenle grits through his teeth. He can't stand the arguing; it only prolongs the silly game for him, and he doesn’t want that – he doesn't need that. He just wants to get this all over with.

But as Haechan and Jaemin move away from the board he realises that won’t be so easy because you and him are the last two players standing. Chenle gulps, the realisation hitting him like a truck. He’s the only player left that you can tangle your limbs up with. 

He doesn’t need this – this is what he’s been trying to avoid thinking about all night. You’ve only innocently brushed him this round, nothing overtly explicit. But just seeing you contort and arch alone was enough to trigger a twisted fantasy in his mind. 

Chenle considers forfeiting. Sure, he's a little competitive, but he’d rather lose than pop a boner in front of all his friends while playing the old-school classic game of Twister. He also knows Haechan would complain, insisting that the winner was rigged and therefore there needs to be a rematch. Chenle does not need a rematch.

He just needs to focus. Keep his head in the game for a little while longer. Then, you and his friends can leave. Yeah, that’s the plan. He just needs to breathe. 

Chenle composes himself, hastily waving his finger in Jisung’s direction. “It’s her spin.”

“Y/N, right-hand yellow.”

You’re already reclining, distributing your weight between a palm and a back foot. And you’re just as competitive, so when Jisung issues the instruction, you aim for the dot directly beneath Chenle but still behind him, manoeuvring beneath him for your hand to brush past his thigh before landing on the target.

Chenle almost stumbles at the slight touch, and it makes you raise an eyebrow. Was he ticklish or something? 

“Y/N, that’s cheat–” 

“Oh, so when she touches you, it’s cheating, but when Jaemin wiggles, I get told to get off the board,” Haechan complains. “I see how it is.” 

“Be quiet, Haechan,” Jisung says, and Chenle is thankful for the intervention as he shushes the boy and flicks the spinner with his hand. “Left hand, red.” 

Chenle looks down at the position you’re both in right now. So far, luck had been on his side as he was still on two feet, but you, you were on all fours and very close to him. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about looking down to see you pooled at his feet, looking up at him with pretty eyes, but he never imagined it like this.

The fact that this is all happening in front of his friends should be enough to kill his boner, but he’s still turned on. Not only was just the position of you on all fours tantalizing enough to begin with, but your last spin caused arms to cross over one another, pushing your breasts together. 

Damn. 

Chenle bites the bullet and goes for it, his body fully covering yours as he plants his right hand in front of him. In theory, his plan sounded like a good idea; if he places his right hand on the red dot behind you, he can just hover over you and then he won’t have to see you looking up at him with those pretty tits, he so desperately wants to fuck, on display. 

But that was all in theory, because Chenle may have overlooked one massive fatal flaw. The new position places his crotch right in front of your face, and Chenle hadn’t even registered that until he could feel your hot breath against the fabric of his sweatpants. 

This is not good.

Chenle can’t help but panic, he knows being like this, his clothed cock so close to your lips, he’s not gonna be able to hide his growing erection any longer. His cheeks flush, he doesn’t know how much more he can take, but he still tries to compose himself. 

It’s just a game of twister.

“Y/N, right-hand green.”

Chenle thanks the heavens when he hears Jisung tell you to move your right hand because it’s that hand that’s already put him in this stupid predicament. You move to a red dot and it helps create some space between your lips and his groin. And Chenle thinks the Earth is finally on his side, because Jisung’s next instruction is for him. 

“Left-hand blue.”

This seems perfect, he thinks. He can simply shift the hand that caused him to hover over you behind him. That should work. And it does, but only for a little while. Because on Jisung’s next instruction, you’re reaching over Chenle's shoulder with a hand, but your reach isn’t quite good enough, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep himself balanced on one arm. 

Then it happens – you land on top of him, and the room fills with whoops and cheers as the game comes to an end. But Chenle can’t comprehend that because all he can think about is you, and how your body is pressed on his, tits crushing him and looking so delectable. 

He sees you laughing, and God, how he adores your smile. He almost loves it as much as he loves how close you are to him, almost. You feel so warm, and he wants you to stay there forever, wrapped up in him as he... well, his thoughts suddenly take a more heated turn.

Damn, he’s getting hard.

No, fuck, he’s getting hard with you on top of him.

Without hesitation, Chenle brushes you off him and rises to his feet. He hastily adjusts his sweats to conceal his bulge, but nothing can disguise the sudden shift in his mood, which casts a frosty chill over the atmosphere.

“Dude, you good?” Mark asks. 

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Chenle responds, his voice strained as he tries to sound casual. 

The vibes in the room have turned awkward, suffocating almost. All he can think about is you, and he just wants this whole shit show to be over.

“Hey, why don't we call it a night?” he suggests, trying to mask the urgency in his tone. “I mean, it's getting late, and I'm sure we all have stuff to do tomorrow.”

You exchange glances with the others, sensing Chenle's unease, but you all agree to pack up and leave. As you gather your things and head towards the door, Chenle can't shake the image of you out of his mind. All he wants is to be alone, to explore the thoughts and desires that have been swirling in his head ever since the game started – he wants to deal with his boner.

Once you’re gone, Chenle lets out a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe again. But even with the apartment empty, his mind is still consumed by thoughts of you. He knows he needs to get a grip, but the memory of your touch, your laughter, lingers in the air, and he can't help but crave you.

He can’t control himself anymore, he just feels so needy. He sits down on the sofa, eyes fluttering shut as he thinks. He lets his tongue slip out from between his lips and one hand travels down his body, over his hoodie until he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants. 

He can still feel the warmth of your breath there, and he’s harder than a rock, but this time there's no need to hide it. He wastes no time slipping inside the fabric to palm himself, his hands cool and rough. He savours the feeling of rubbing his long, thick length slowly with both hands, imagining it's your body taking him in, and filling you to the hilt.

You.

The girl he could never quite shake. The girl who Jisung had introduced to the group a couple of years ago. The girl who started hanging out with them more often, securing her invite to ‘boy’s night’ at his place. The girl who he’d found himself having the same interests as. The girl who was seconds ago brushing soft fingers over his body while playing Twister.

His friend.

His mouth parts and he thrust his cock up into his fisted hands. Precum lubes the tip of his head as he spreads it around with his thumb, gently rubbing the slick up and down himself. Needing more glide, he spits into his hand and rubs it down his length, coating his cock. He knows that when he finally gets to bury himself inside of you he won’t need spit, you’ll be fucking soaking for him, he’ll make sure of it.

He squeezes his eyes shut and groans. He needed this, badly. It had been a long night of your body bending, spinning and twisting – and fuck – remembering the way your back curved so delicately in the first round. 

Not to mention you’d worn leggings that clung to your skin and a T-shirt that dipped low enough to flash everyone. Skimpy shit that you insisted were your ‘comfortable clothes’. He doesn’t believe that for a second – but he’s not complaining. They may have killed him when he was trying to hide his arousal, but now he’s glad he’s got a more accurate image for his thoughts. 

Thoughts that include him wanting nothing more than to feel your body beneath his, sweating and used. Panting. Hair wild and a mess, as his fingers explore every inch of your flesh. He wants you wet enough that your arousal seeps over your thighs. He wants his cum dripping out your mouth, down your chin, and pooling on your tits.

He wants you filthy.

Fuck.

He palms himself up and down again, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back against the sofa.

He wants to bend you over, stretch you out. He wants to make you beg for him, writhe for him. Mould you to be his perfect little toy. If you could see him panting as he indulgently strokes himself to thoughts of you he’s sure you’d be flushed, embarrassed. 

The image has him shuddering and thrusting his cock up into his hand again. And again. And again. 

Fuck. What would you say if you knew? If you walked in and saw him?

You couldn’t blame him. Nobody forced you to insist on the game of Twister. Nobody forced you to trace your delicate little hands across his legs and arms and shoulders as you found the coloured circles. Nobody forced you to stumble on top of him, your grip holding his shoulders to find balance, immediately triggering his mind with thoughts of you riding him. 

And fuck – nobody forced you to be that flexible. 

His arms begin to ache at the punishing speed, but he couldn't stop. He wouldn’t stop. It felt too good. He hisses at the smooth glide over the sensitive underside of his head, head falling back again as he curses. 

He knows you’d beg for it - just like he is.

“Fuck, Y/N…”

You and Haechan are making your way through Chenle’s building, en route to the parking lot. Haechan had insisted on you driving him home tonight, citing that "Ubers are too expensive in this economy." But as you both walk towards the car, your mind starts to wander.

Chenle's behaviour tonight was odd.

He never ends your Friday night hangouts early, and his sudden shift in demeanour was quite... uncharacteristic. Moreover, he's usually very competitive, yet there were numerous instances during the game where he could have easily nudged or jostled you, but he refrained. It was almost as if you were a hot stove, and he feared getting burned by touching you.

Was he coming down with a cold or something? Whatever it was you don’t like it, and you’re about to ask Haechan about it. However, as your hand reaches into your jacket pocket, you realize: shit, you left your car keys.

"Mind waiting here? I left my keys back there," you inform Haechan and he looks at you unimpressed. 

He groans dramatically, “Y/N, it’s freezing out.”

"Relax, I'll be back in five minutes tops," you assure him.

 "I knew I should've gone home with Jisung.”

 You quirk an eyebrow, "What was that?" 

"Nothing, just hurry up." 

You return to Chenle’s building, taking the elevator up and walking down the halls. You hoped he hadn’t retired to bed if he was feeling unwell. Unfortunately, you can't even send him a quick text because your phone is with your keys.

You're slightly puzzled as you reach Chenle's door and find it open just a crack, unusual for him as he typically locks up immediately after everyone leaves. Concern creeps in — did something happen to him?

Anxiety triggers, and though you know you should knock and give him some warning that you're entering his apartment, your rational mind seems to switch off. And then it fogs because you just realised what you’ve just walked into.

Chenle’s head is thrown back with shut eyes, lips parted just a touch as he fists his cock. He groans, the motions causing a loud sloppy sound. His hand goes past the base of his cock and he grabs his balls, tugging at them with a whine. 

He fucking whined. 

You have to fight every urge not to gasp because the sight sends heat to the place between your legs, wetness pooling in your panties because he looks so hot, so unfiltered, raw and erotic. His face is so relaxed, his breath uneven, and you wonder what has got him so worked up. He looked like he was ready to kill moments ago. 

“Fuck Y/N…”

What the fuck?

Chenle sounds like he’s on the brink of an orgasm…to your name. Were you hearing it correctly? If only you could see better, peer further into his apartment, and realize that you'd made this whole thing up, then you could relax – you could curse your mind for playing such a cruel hot joke on you.

So you do, you creek the door open and that’s when you see his abs begin to quiver and his eyebrows knit tighter together. It was visible that he was getting close and he let out an involuntary yell, hips bucking as his hand pumps harder.

Your thighs rub together, and your legs threaten to tremble from the sight. You'd never imagined yourself being so turned on from watching someone else get off, but here you are, and you don't think you've ever been more aroused. 

And perhaps you’re a little too aroused because you don’t even realise that Chenle’s hand has stopped stroking because he’s staring straight at you, eyes wide looking like a deer in headlights. His cheeks are red and he’s awkwardly stuffing his very hard cock back into his sweats. 

“Oh shit! Fuck! I’m sorry,” you stumble over your words as you turn around, giving him a little bit of privacy. 

Chenle is at a loss for words. While he might have entertained the idea of you catching him, he never expected it to actually happen. And he certainly hadn't anticipated just how hot the glint of lust in your eyes as you watched him would be.

“No, it’s my fault…I should have locked the door.”

You’re still facing away from him, looking at his apartment walls when he stands to his feet and walks closer to you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body as he settles behind you. It’s a delicious warmth and if you weren’t just caught being a fucking perv, you would have let yourself bask in it. 

“N-No, I should have knocked, I just came to get my keys, I’m so so sorry–”

“Y/N will you just look at me?”

He cuts you off and you feel him wrap a hand around your wrist. You wonder if it’s the same one that was wrapped around his cock and – fuck Y/N – now is not the time. 

His gentle tug compels you to turn around and face him. You can't bring yourself to meet his eyes; instead, yours remain fixed on the floor. Still, you can feel the intensity of his gaze burning into your forehead.

"How long were you standing there?" His voice breaks the silence, prompting your mouth to open and close, resembling a fish for a moment as you process his question. 

"I-I um, not long," you stammer out.

“Not long?” He raises an eyebrow, “Were you planning on standing there until I came or what?” 

Your mouth goes dry as the realization dawns upon you because, yes, that's exactly what you were planning on doing. You wanted to witness what he looked like when he reached his climax, to see if he could possibly look any sexier than he already did as an orgasm washed over him.

“Lele—”

"You know," his finger reaches up to rest beneath your chin, trailing along your jawline until he has a firm grip, coaxing your eyes to meet his. "If you wanted to see me cum, the least you could have done was offer to help."

"W-what?" Your eyes widen in surprise.

"You heard me," he smirks confidently. "You gonna help me or what, Y/N?"

You bite your lip and nod, your hand dances along the hem of his sweats slipping inside to feel the length of his cock. It twitches in your grasp, and it doesn’t surprise you since he looked so close to his peak only seconds ago. 

Chenle sucks in a breath, he’s thought about this moment plenty, and today specifically, he’s been so pent up about it. He focuses on the feeling of your touch, slow but effective as you tease him. And Chenle swears he almost drools at the sight of you collecting his precum and licking it off your thumb – it’s so filthy – just as he fantasised.

The sounds coming from his mouth are heavenly and sinful all the same, echoing in your ears. Your hand hovers over his length again, only starting to stroke when he bucks his hips. The rutting of his hips forces you to quicken the pace and his breath is all but shallow gasps. 

Chenle can’t help the way his abdomen tenses, and his eyes find themselves falling on your low-cut top that had earlier been teasing him with your tits as you contorted your body for a stupid board game. Chenle thinks the view paired with your vigorous stroking might be enough for him to blow his load in his pants.

He's whining. He needs it. He’s chasing it. 

He spasms as you continue frantically fucking him with your fist. He meets your touches grunting and cursing with every thrust. He bites down hard on his lips when you grab his balls cupping and pulling and squeezing until you know his high is ready to hit him like a steam train.

Chenle’s body tenses, thrusting his cock as hard as he can manage. His stomach contracts as stars cloud his mind and he moans out your name. His body has never been hit by this much blinding bliss before – especially not from just a hand job. But still, his legs buckle and he has to steady himself on the wall behind him.

“Fuck Y/N! Just like that, gonna cum.”

Unashamed, his eyes roll back as cum shoots violently from his pulsing cock and all over your hand. His voice rings out clear and desperate with yells in the air. Long strings of hot cum coat your fingers, each rope eliciting another groan. Another clench. Another bliss.

You bite your lip, relishing the explicit sight of Chenle as he rides out his orgasm. Despite being soaked through with arousal yourself, your own pleasure takes a backseat; witnessing him in such a state – sweat glistening on his forehead, eyes glazed with ecstasy – is more than enough to satisfy you.

As you withdraw your hand from his sweats, you both gaze at the white substance coating your fingers. You're almost tempted to tease him with it, to watch him shiver as you lick it off your fingers, but that fantasy is abruptly cut short when the front door swings open.

“Seriously how hard can it be to find some damn keys—”

Haechan takes one glance at your glistening hand and the wet patch on Chenle’s pants and puts the pieces together. Then, he looks at you his eyes squeezing as he grimaces.

“If you left me in the freezing cold for fifteen minutes to give Chenle a fucking hand job, I'm going to kill both of you."

[bored-mumma]

Tom Holland Fluff Alphabet

MASTERLIST

A = Attractive. What do they find attractive about the other?

Personality wise, Tom loves your ability to laugh in most situations. No matter how stressed he is, you easily bring a smile to his face.

Physically, he finds your looks breath taking. Your  a priceless work of art to him.

B = Baby. Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Yes, Tom is almost obsessed with the idea of having a family with you. He’s doing it all right. Got a house with a few spare bedrooms, proposed, got married, and now is waiting for the day you finally show him the positive test. It’s the life he’s always dreamt of. 

C = Cuddle. How do they cuddle?

Wrapped around you. Usually his arms are held around your waist, head resting on your chest and his legs tangled with yours too. He wants to feel your warmth and to just relax after a hard day.

D = Dates. What are dates with them like?

Not usually traditional ones. Instead of fancy restaurants, you can’t beat a late night drive to the beach, sitting in the car with a take away and singing very loudly and very badly to some love songs. Having fun is the most important part of your date nights.

E = Everything. You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my best friend.

F = Feelings. When did they know they were falling in love?

You couldn’t see the floor from the amount of the snacks laid on it , you and Tom both wearing your comfiest pyjamas and snuggled up beneath some duvets. There was a raging storm outside so instead of a nice meal out, Tom ordered so much stuff to eat and some movies. He rested his head on your lap, your finger nails gently dragging along his skin. He wasn’t watching the movie though. Instead his eyes kept drifting up to you, realising just how much he has fallen in love with you. 

G = Gentle. Are they gentle? If so, how?

Very. In every way. He’ll hold you gently, he’ll comfort you gently. Even if you argue, he’ll still talk in a calm voice. You’ve never even heard him raise his voice let alone yell properly - especially at you. He’s definitely your gentle giant.

H = Holding Hands. How do they like to hold hands?

I = Impression. First impression/s?

Tom thought you were hilarious. In you walked, a large smile on your face and making everyone happy. You loved to make others happy and Tom was no exception. He introduced himself and the two of you hit it off almost immediately. It didn’t take long for him to ask you out - in fact he did so just three days later.

J- Joker. Are they into pulling pranks?

you tend to pull pranks on other people as a pair. He’ll randomly text you throughout the day saying he’s bored and the two of you will discuss how to pull a couple pranks on his co-workers. 

K = Kiss. How do they kiss?

Pretty gently. He puts his forehead on yours, holding your hands. He slowly leans in and presses his lips against yours, moving in sync. Although, of course, there are other times when its more feral. He’ll pull you towards him, claiming your lips as his own as his hands tangle in your hair. 

L = Love. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Tom does. He was so excited to say it, he was acting like an over-energetic puppy! He made you your favourite breakfast one morning, along with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Taking it up to you, you sat in the bed together and before you even had a chance to say thank you, Tom blurted “A beautiful breakfast for the beautiful woman i love.”

M = Memory. What’s their favourite memory together?

When you went to meet his family. He is really close with them all, and when you came in and just instantly clicked with everyone, Tom couldn’t help but sit back with a smile on his face. When everyone sat for dinner, Tom barely got a word in edge ways since his family was just adoring you and wanted to keep the conversation going. 

N = Nickel. Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

You. Get. Everything. And I mean everything. When looking at buying your first house together, you had to get one with an extra bedroom just to store all the stuff he got you. Usually some random stuff he sees in shops that reminds him of you but it also includes stunning accessories, clothes, vintage books, literally everything

P = Petnames. What petnames do they use?

“babe” or “love”.

Q = Quaint. What is their favourite non-modern thing?

Tom loves to sow! It takes his mind of his hectic life just for a little while. A wall in the spare bedroom is just covered in his designs. Ones he’s most proud of but doesn’t want them hanging in the lounge. It’s also great for you. Rip in your favourite top? No problem, Tom can fix it.

R = Rainy Day

Board games! All and any! Except for monopoly, as experience taught you, that game brings out both your extreme competitive side. 

S = Sad. How do they cheer themselves/others up?

Tom is very good at talking about his feelings with you. If he’s down, he knows your the best shoulder to cry on and vice versa. He’ll always be there for you too. You may not be able to give him advice or to really help him out but just to have someone to hold, to cry to and talk to makes him feel safe. 

T = Talking. What do they like to talk about?

He loves a good gossip. Want to tell him a story about your co-workers having an affair? He’s all ears, throwing in a few gasps and questions too. He’s just nosy but so are you! So a perfect match. 

U = Unencumbered. What helps them relax?

A warm, deep bubble bath with some music playing softly, a good book and some snacks. It’s so relaxing there’s been a few times you’ve had to walk in the bathroom and wake him up from a nap.

V = Vaunt. What do they like to show off? 

He dances. All. The. Time. Either with you or just around you, he loves to dance. And you can’t deny, he’s got the moves! 

W = Wedding. When, how, where do they propose?

Coming home from a lunch date with some friends, you were looking forward to just relaxing at home since it was Toms night to cook. However, when you opened the front door, your eyes landed on the most beautiful sight. Your home was covered in flowers, some candles and a red carpet rolled down the middle. Except there was no sight of your partner. Calling out to him, you walked farther into the room when Tessa, your guys dog, ran out and down the red carpet, a little note wrapped around her collar. As you gave her a quick scratch behind the ears, you read the words “Will you marry me?” 

“What do you say?” You spin as you hear Tom speak from behind you, down on one knee and holding a stunning ring. 

X = Xylophone. What’s their song?

Lady in red

Y = You. You are the ___ to my ___ (e.g. the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

You are the straw to my berry

Z = Zebra. If they wanted a pet, what would they get?

Tom is very content with Tessa. Both of you love the staffy to pieces! But he’s very open at the idea of more dogs in the future. 

[20cm]

curiosity tag ! ! 💕💕

tagged by: @hyukaheart (who also made the game <3) && @yeonjuins !! thank you both mwah mwah 💛💖💛

sorry in advance that this is long.. if anyone reads this<3 u deserve a medal 💕✨

Q: which artists make you instantly smile when you hear their laughs?

A: ohhh hmmm wonho ! beomgyu + kai also .. and taehyun!! i think felix also :].... yj<3

Q: what’s a song you’d like to recommend to the person who tagged you?

A: ooooh yes! 💖

for hope: 何度でも by Michita ft. MouthPeace for woo: Lose My Cool by Amber Mark

Q: which artist(s) have your favourite voices?

A: jjong + onew from shinee, kihyun + joohoney from monsta x, hanse + seungwoo from victon, beomgyu + taehyun + yeonjun from txt.......probably forgetting some </3

Q: what are some of the sets from the wonderful ccs here that you find yourself thinking about often?

A: buckle up i have a lot </3 off the top of my head uhmm 💕💕

made by ana @yjunies: this blue orangeade one that makes me smile when i see it // this set of yeonjun on tingle interview because its special to me // this fairy of shampoo one that is just... beyond gorgeous

im SO obsessed w/ literally every gfx work that woo @yeonjuins has put out but the first one i ever saw tht made me speechless was this netflix 0x1=lovesong edit because not only was the gfx itself great but the video editing!!!!! was so cool

from ryu @gyukai: this 2 year anniversary set because its so so creative and cool! // and her get to know me set for the japanese ver mv of run away bc its so so bright and pretty

erin's @jaehyukkies REALLY beautiful ab6ix close set that i rb on sight. literally so so so obsessed w/ it

THIS set meg made putting lovesong to a siken quote that made me tear up ngl

lulu's @cherriki dear sputnik set has been living in my head rent free since i first saw it

this 3 part set of parallels between the dooms night & other mvs that @/songofastar made because its SO cool [ 1 ; 2 ; 3 ]

this other set from @/songofastar that puts quotes from the storybook over mvs

this really cool logo/mvs gifset

this set from @/jjunies mv aesthetics series

this fucking gifset of yeonjun w/ pink hair from the we lost the summer mv shoot

this set of yeonjun during a stage performance of blue hour that makes me bark like a fucking wounded dog

Q: if you could steal (affectionately) an idol’s pet, who’s would it be and why?

A: odi!!!!!!! soobin im willing to share but u have to let me have custody on weekends or something 🙄🙄!!! and because i really would love a hedgehog of my own <3 but also im just so obsessed w/ odi help...........also ik taehyun has probably given aengdu to a different home but ive always wanted a snake so >:) ...... OH and kkoongie . taemin give me your fucking cat.

Q: which artists that share your star sign do you like? ​

A: hmmm god time to find libras. the only one off the top of my head is joohoney!! and yes <3 i do like him a lot :] OH CHAN. BANG CHAN. and hanse!! and yangyang .. why the fuck are all the libras rappers. OH JONGHO ATEEZ<3333 jongho my beloved vocalist maknae also ....... HOW DID I FORGET KEY!!!!! .... my god wait. woong ab6ix, jeonghan svt, hanbin/b.i my beloved also......... why are a lot of my biases libras 😭

Q: do you have any favourite photoshoots that your ults have done? ​

A: oh YESSS okay !! ^_^ 💛

yeonjuns ul:kin shoot!!!!!!!!!! new york fashion week <3

weverse magazine nov. 2020 ........ (yeonjun specifically)

txt's recent tmrw magazine shoot (some of the photos here on tumblr</3)

wonho's fault magazine shoot

whatever the fuck floor granola was taemin did for dazed korea

wonho for dazed korea too

Q: what songs do you always get stuck in your head? ​

A: given-taken + drunk-dazed by enhypen, salty + o sole mio by the boyz, baby don't stop by nct u, chronosaurus by stray kids, ....pied piper....., anti-romantic + puma + frost + magic by txt, scaredy cat + nerves + no blueberries by dpr ian, love me or leave me by day6, killing me by ikon................. those ALL get stuck in my head

Q: who are your favourite dancers in kpop right now? ​

A: taemin !!!!! hyunjin for sure... yeonjun of course. shownu + wonho <3, felix and juyeon also were really impressive during kingdom :]

Q: are there any photos of your ults that you find yourself thinking about a lot? ​

A: oh jesus. sorry this is ALL yeonjun im mentally ill. yes i made this in photoshop FOR this post ... the one where hes covering his mouth is for funsies bc its my discord icon and i love his dramatic ass

Q: which artist(s) do you feel you can see yourself in? ​

A: ok not. to sound insane i guess but anyways. yeonjun

i really relate to his history of struggling w/ self confidence and honestly just faking it til you make it. like just saying it often enough until you believe it. it helped me a lot when i was a teenager + going into college and helped me be more extroverted + talk to people.. also his sense of dramatics. like ik it may not seem like it because im a lot more mellowed out on tumblr dot com but im . dramatic and hyperactive in real life. like i call him annoying (affectionate) bc i look at him and go "me too lol<3"

also his drive + hating losing + wanting to be better while also knowing you have a long way to go + knowing you havent really made it....like oh for SURE i relate to just how he feels about work and drive + passions ... its really how i felt in school and college.. even my hobbies . i take pride in being really detail oriented + a perfectionist and i like knowing im doing well...when i was younger i definitely could be a little cocky but it was mellowed by that lack of self-confidence at the same time 💀

anyways. enough psychoanalyzing myself and my kpop guy. im also a huge fan of dancing, fashion, and i like taking care of others <3 so idk i see myself in him a lot actually

Q: who’s rapping do you always find yourself vibing with? ​

A: joohoney + i.m from monsta x.. i love their solo work, i really like dpr live's stuff! and dpr ian, suggi, b.i, and woodie gochild !! ☀️

Q: are there any artist/s who’s talking voice you could listen to forever? ​

A: OHHHHH BEOMGYU i could fall asleep to his talking voice.. same w/ felix<3 .. oh and taehyun could spend 1hr explaining the chemical makeup of paint from the hardware store and i'd listen to him 💖💖

Q: is there anyone who always manages to give you gender envy? ​

A: yeonjun + beomgyu give me wardrobe envy.. and hair envy. so does felix. OH and juyeon ^_^💕

Q: and finally, which idol do you think the person who tagged you is most like? ​

A: yesss <3 ok so

hope you give me HUGE felix (stray kids) and hyuka vibes youre so sunshiney and bright! 💛

woo gives me san (ateez) + minhyuk (monsta x)!! i like your artistic sense and aesthetics! 🖤

okay that was SO long. if you read it all im giving u a big hug LOL 💖

idk who has or hasnt been tagged sooooo <3

@sodrippy @gaemin @slowrabbitpd @chaotichae @cherriki @heeseunq @97choi @minki-s

[sword-of-summer]

All of them answer every question fuck you

ahahaha no i respectfully deny your "fuck you" and i accept the ask and so-

i am 5'10", and i don't wish to be taller or shorter- i am the perfect height for hugs and messy hair, and yep, i like it here-

dream pet would be a mix of golden retriver and a husky called Holly and a chonky cat called Loki- yes ofcourse my future kids have names everyone should name their future pets-

ripped jeans/black pants with a Darth Vader tshirt or a Ethnic Fusion Kurta with black sneakers/artificial leather slip-ons, and if it's cold, a black jacket open obviously- and a black wristwatch i love my black wristwatch.

favourite video game was Clash of Clans and going even back, GTA Vice City and, the og- MARIIOOOO

three things/people are Oreos, Nutella and Pizza. The Holy Trinity-

"Beware me my fingers are smeared with chicken popcorn grease"

you didn't mention an opinion, @chunkybirb, so imma give my opinion on Vanilla ice cream and Nutella- ANYONE WHO HADN'T COMBINED THESE TWO COMBINE THESE TWO THEY ARE FUCKING AWESOME

im either phlegmatic or melancholic bruh idk maybe ik or maybe not

im v v v v ticklish

not an allergy, but an intense hatred for ketchup- i vomit if it gets too close to me fuck you ketchup

im heterosexual

any between tea and coffee but full milk coffee (ik, kill me), never had cocoa- but i love a chocolate or nutella milkshake

both. both is good. (cat and dog)

i would be an elf cause hell yeah, knowledge and wisdom

favourite youtuber is Samay Raina, a stand up comedian turned youtuber who is just awesome-

as i mentioned in 1., i am 5'10"

i would not change my name cause it's the coolest fucking name ever, i am Tanay, and Tanay in Hindi means Son, and my parents literally named their son Son, and hell yeah i like it

i forgot how much i weigh- last i checked it was 75 kilos, but ive gained weight since 2019 so yep, gotta walk in the mornings

yes i believe in metaphysicality cause one- it seems cool- second- me and @theclassyghost discussed a metaphysical life theory that i really really like and metaphysicality gives preservation of knowledge so i believe in spirits

SPACE. SPACE. SPACE.

im not that religious, no

pet peeves no well nah not really

nocturnal def nocturnal i sleep at 4.50 anyway hehehehe

fav constellation is Cassiopeia

fav star is Sirius tho

what the fuck are ball jointed dolls

i do have a fear of losing people that's just anxiety i guess

yep, global warming is real

never thought that much about reincarnation tbh but maybe, i do

fav movie is Spider Man : Into The SpiderVerse and Inception and The Dark Knight Rises and Revenge of The Sith and yes, for my indian gang, 3 Idiots and Gully Boy

yep i get scared v v v easily

i have had no pets but i plan to once i grow up

@chunkybirb 's blog is fucking cool awesome and *chef's kiss* a masterpiece

blue calms me. i love blue.

live in Norway cause pretty lights, snow, and less people than this overpopulated country i am in

born in Mumbai, India

v v v dark brown like it's almost black but no it's dark brown

introvert

horoscopes and zodiacs, i do read them, never believed that much tbh-

HUGS I LOVE HUGS

i really wanna visit my brother i haven't met him in a long time i really wanna play cricket w him just like old times

my sister- she's annoying but well i care for her

nah

tattoos idk bruh im okay idk may get one or may not get one

nope, smoking is ewwww *vomits*

ah my crush- she's cool [ if she exists

when the chalk doesn't write on the board but goes iiiiiieeee I HATE THAT

a sound i love is rain pitter pattering i just hhhhhh sends me into happiness

nope fatass here

nope fatass here

favourite actors have to be eddie redmayne, oscar issac and pedro pascal- and margot robbie and winona ryder in the actresses section also yes, elliot page

bruh already answered in 30.

im okayish!! spotify and tumblr, cool combo-

my hair are okay being black for me

yesterday, monday, from 6.40 to 6.50

music

uhhh naah not that i know of

well in Rick Riordan's Magnus Chase books, the sword of Frey aka Sumarbrander TALKS and demands to be called Jack, so here i am

bakwaas, music and comfy

yep, i believe in evolution

unfollow on hate and when they dm me sending nsfw pics ugh why are people like that

follow, well, i like people and they seem cool, so i follow them

fav kind of person is the one who'll sit with me for hours not even talking and just vibing to music

fav animals are beavers, doggos and cats

three fav blogs are @chunkybirb, @theclassyghost, @little-boats-on-a-lake, @aredhel-of-gondolin, @sue-me-imbadass, @alleenkaas, @my-ackerman, @brrrrrrrrrrzone

fav emoticon has to be ☹ this me seeing my stupidity outrank others

fav meme has to be Butternut is a master of psychological manipulation

INTP

Libraaa let's go

no dog, i have

black darth vader tshirt, black pants, black sneakers and black wrist watch

i have no selfies my phone has no cameras i live in eternal darkness

what the fuck are platform shoes

i, uhhh, i remember weird things like what i drew in class in 3rd while i was supposed to be doing english

lazy ass here, no front flips possible

i like birds they fly

nope i don't Iike swimming i like blankets

wrapped up in blankets reading books sounds better than both

ketchup

hyperspace travel

nope none

reading writing eating sleeping

my friend

tumblr seems cool

i have around 60-70 idk

yes i can run but why

yes they do but what's the fun in that

nope I'd fall over

sapphire let's go

koala bear or panda

sunflower or the one on a lemon tree

ketchup store

one cup of coffee is enough, tysm

read minds that sounds cool cool yeaaahh

nope never wore it a black clothes guy here BatMan

winter winter all year long

i don't know and i don't wanna try

i don't know and i don't wanna know

everyone cause they are better than me

bookstores cause bookstores any bookstores

sneakers, black onez

apparently some gas bitches mixed up to form a planet

non vegetarian but i partake meat just twice or thrice in two weeks

i don't know they don't seem like liking

naaaaaaaah

bugs ew

spiders ew

about the fact that i come off as arrogant and overconfident while in reality it's just that my communication skills suck

i can draw averagely whenever im in a mood

this thing im answering but i like answering it

uhhhhhhh brain freeze- idk bruh questions are good they give knowledge

yep, while sleeping

ahh yes calming, they are

cloudy days cause fucking cool vibes

hehehe wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy

CumuloNimbus i really like it's name yknow nimBUS

dark blue, dark blue always or black

naaaah no freckles

fav thing is when they laugh and it's just happy and we're both laughing like shitheads but who cares we're rebelling against depressing life and we laugh

both. both is good [ fruits and vegetables

sleep but i have to answer 170 questions cause @chunkybirb

sky sky sky it's my blog's header duh uh sKy

sweet and sour candy. SWEET AND SOUR CANDY.

dim lights it makes me feel cool

ahhh so here we go- Mooncalfs, Thunderbirds, Phoenixes, Sphinxes, Dragons that seem to be Space Nebulae, and more and more and more

i really feel like a boomer sometimes

i love everything about this site/app it makes me feel happy cause i like the people and the posts

uhhhhh i think too much about everything cause i just do. i like thinking

"He's dead, guys. For the sake of The Force, please watch Star Wars now he wanted to discuss it with you" actually no i would just say "A big shoutout to Garlic Bread he loved Garlic Bread"

myself cause i should be sleeping but sleep is for the weak and i am the weak and the strong i am a paradox-

that i obsess too much on things and try involving people it never works out

nope. had braces for 4 years, that beat out teeth showing smiles

i prefer computer-tv ahahahahaha

never tried them, so IDK

naaaaah not motion sickness- never travelled by sea so idk seasickness

lobed ears

yep i believe that deeds do count in life and beyond

idk bruh i don't believe in physical attraction too much- bodies are fake- mentally/metaphysically tho, im a 7

ahhhhh many many Stupid Genius, Tani, Tanu, Tanya

i still do-

i really want to talk to a therapist. converse. and discover.

im both, i am both.

10:1 is the ratio- giving 10, receiving 1

uhhh nothing just when i am right and people use the old "disrespect" argument

3, Hindi, Marathi, English

girls

uhh no i am not

my hair i love them everyone says things about my hair but i love them

knowledge vibes i give, someone tells me- and that's all i ever wanted

anyone i know tbh, my mutuals, my friends, my discord friends

ahhh no i wouldn't but i wish i was born 20 years earlier

bleh bloo, neither like nor dislike

i don't know if i have one

i don't know, haven't had physical contact in a long long long time in a galaxy far far away

the above point stands but i would like to ig

anything i write, 3 hours later, i instantly hate just idk why

anything i write

that i am normal no i am not and i am not okay hahahahaha

65-70 ish people

somewhere around-

many many many don't ask please but okay if you do ask

somewhat

uhhhhh idr exactly but i won't tell in public duh uh

mediummm hairrrr

last year lockdown i became harry potter

i don't know buddy i seriously don't know

yep i do cause knowledge i like knowledge

naaah never tried

no i definitely cannot stand on my hands or my head for more than 30 seconds

yep, im pretty sure i answered most of them correctly-

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[falcqns]

an apostles redemption

Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Grace Walker)

Warnings: fluff, swearing, family angst, mention of nuclear weapons and firearms, facial injury, mention of anxiety disorder and anxiety attacks, implied smut 

A/N: hope you enjoy!

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three |

Ragged Night 

When Grace awoke the next morning, August was not laying next to her, as she had hoped. When she sat up, shed noticed Kal wasn't in his bed either. She put on some socks, and headed down the stairs to find her husband and dog.

He wasn't in the kitchen or living room,  but the door to the basement was open, and Grace immediately knew where he was. He was in the gym.

She ventured down the stairs, and into the large home gym. August was wearing a grey muscle tank and red gym shorts, with his Adidas running shoes on his feet. He had his red boxing gloves that were monogrammed with the words 'The Hammer', a Christmas gift from Erica Sloane. He was aggressively punching the punching bag hanging from the ceiling, his AirPods blaring some type of heavy metal.

Kal was laid by the mirrors opposite August, watching his dad take out his energy on the bag. Kal's ears perked up when Grace walked into the room, and stood up to go and get pets from his mom, which alerted August that he wasn't alone anymore.

He turned his head and smiled when he noticed Grace. He took out his AirPods and placed them back in the charging case, before walking over to give his wife a kiss.

"Good morning, love," Grace said, as she wrapped her arms around her husbands sweaty midriff.  

"Good morning," August responded, as he took off his punching gloves.

"I'm going to make breakfast, so why don't you go and shower and we'll eat together?" Grace offered. August smiled. It had been weeks since he had had his wonderful wife amazing cooking.

"Sounds good to me, angel." He pressed another kiss to his wife's lips, before Grace led Kal upstairs with the promise of food. August cleaned up the gym from his morning workout, and headed up to their shared bathroom. He had wished Grace would join him, but he knew she didn't trust him enough for that amount of affection. August understood, and was going to do anything to earn that trust back.

He had a quick shower, and put on a t shirt that had Geralt of Rivia on it, from his favourite video game, The Witcher. He also pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants, and made his way down stairs, following the smell of bacon.

He walked into the kitchen but stopped in the doorway. Grace was stood at the stove, tending to their food. Harry Styles was playing from her phone, the sounds of 'She' echoing through their large kitchen. Two plates were sitting on the island, and there was a stack of books sitting on the same stool where he sat last night while Grace stitched him up. He walked over, and picked up the books, looking through them.

'What We Owe To Each Other , T.M. Scanlon,

A Treatise Of Human Nature, David Hume,

Groundwork in the Metaphysics of Morals, Immanuel Kant,

No Exit, Jean Paul Satre,

Fear and Trembling, Soren Kierkegaard,

Nicomachean Ethics, Aristotle.'

Ethics books. He knew these books were in the house, as he gave them to Grace for her birthday. She loved The Good Place, and wanted to know more about ethics, so August bought her all the books mentioned in the show, and she had read them all. He knew he would have to read ethics books when he came home, but he didn't expect it to start so soon.

Before he could think about anything else, Grace turned around, and emptied eggs on both of their plates, and smiled at him.

"You look much better," She said, as she turned back to the stove to grab the pan with the bacon.

"I feel better, other than I'm hungry, and my face stings a little still." He said.

Grace placed the bacon on their plates, and walked over to the medicine cabinet. She grabbed the creme she had put on his face last night, and handed it to him.

"My hands are dirty from food, so just put this over the whole scar tissue area. It'll help it heal and help with the pain." He nodded, and did as he was told.

A few minutes later, his face didn't sting anymore, only a cooling sensation, which felt amazing.

They were sat at the breakfast booth, with Kal laying underneath, on their feet.

"August, I have to tell you something," Grace said nervously.

"What is it?" August replied, slightly afraid of her response.

"Sloane is coming over today, with Hunt and his team."

He immediately dropped his fork. "What? Why?"

Grace immediately recognized he was starting to panic, and she reached over and grabbed his hand.

"I'm doing it to help you. I'm going to sit them down, and I'm going to explain to them that you want to redeem yourself and that you will do anything to win back their trust."

August stood up to pace, which scared Kal, who nuzzled his head into Grace's lap.

"What if they shoot me?" He asked.

"You know that I don't allow weapons in the house, other than our shot gun. They are aware of that rule too, and will not be bringing any weapons. It's going to be fine, Auggie."

August felt his anger bubbling up. "How can you be so sure Grace? How?"

Grace stood up, got in his space, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She decided to ignore the face that he called her by her actual name. "Because, you're going to go into the basement and stay there. I am going to tell them that you are alive and willing to do anything to earn back their trust. I will tell them that they are allowed to be mad at him, but to at least allow you to try and prove yourself. I know that Ethan is going to be the first one to trust you. You need to be his friend."

August rolled his eyes, sighed, and then placed his bandaged forehead on to hers. "Okay," He agreed. "When do they get here?" He asked as he pressed a kiss to her cheeks, which make Grace blush.

Grace glanced down at her Fitbit. "It's only 8:30, they're not coming until noon, so we have a few hours. During that time I want you to start reading," She said, unraveled herself from August, and walked over to where the books laid.

"We'll start off with Scanlon. You don't have to read this whole thing today, but I want  you to read as much as you can while I go and get groceries." She said, handed him 'What We Owe To Each Other', and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before she headed to the door to the backyard to let Kal out for a pee.

He nodded at her and took the book into the living room to begin to read, clearly not hungry anymore.

'We all believe that some actions are morally wrong. But when we claim that an action is wrong, what kind of judgement are we making? Judgements about right and wrong cannot be straightforwardly understood as factual claims about the empirical world or about our own psychology. Yet they do seem to make claims about some subject matter, claims which are capable of being true or false. Moreover...'

'God this is going to be a long few hours,' August thought to himself, as he began to read.

Grace finished eating, peeked into the living room where she saw her husband reading the book, and she smiled to herself. She grabbed her keys, and left the house. She made sure to lock the door behind her, so no one who wasn't invited could get in.

She religiously checked her security app on her phone to ensure Augusts safety, and to her surprise, he continued to read the book. She knew he didn't want to read moral philosophy and ethics books, but she also knew that he realized he had to if he had a chance to gain back not only her trust, but his country's as well.

She grabbed all the essential groceries she would need, as well as a few treats for August. She decided to reward him for his good behaviour, much like a child, but she knew that would work.

August did not have a good childhood. He was an only child, but his parents barely paid attention to him. His dad also worked in the CIA, and was killed when August was 8, just a day before his 9th birthday. His mother became distant and cold almost instantly, and told her little 8 year old that 'she had nothing, and no one left,' after her husband died. August tried to please her the best he could, but nothing he ever did was good enough for her. On his 18th birthday, he had had enough. He told her that he didn't appreciate that she was not a good mother to him. That nothing he ever did was good enough. That he always had to do hard physical labour, and wasn't able to enjoy his teenage years. His mother, on that same day, told him that she wished he had died instead of his father, as she could replace him, but not her husband.

August didn't  forgive her for many years, and he still fully hadn't. He talked to her on her birthday, and only to wish her a happy birthday. The only time she was proud of him was when he joined the CIA. He had joined to figure out who killed his father, and subjected him to so many years of abuse and neglect.

Once he found out his father had gone rogue and was killed by the IMF, he became angry, and shut himself off from everyone in his life. He became what the world see's today. The Hammer. The guy who gunned down every single Syndicate agent he came across. The man who almost wiped out India, Pakistan and China, with two nuclear bombs.

Sometimes Grace couldn't believe how different their lives were before they met. Grace grew up in a loving and nurturing household. Grace was the youngest of four, her older sisters Melissa and Julia, and her big brother Rick. Melissa had moved out before she was born, but Julia and Rick were still in school, and both living at home. The only trauma that she had experienced in her life was when Julia was kidnapped, and she moved in with her sister Melissa so her mom could focus on finding Julia, and she was only 6 years old. Her sister was found soon after and everything went back to normal.

She had noticed August had severe childhood trauma just 5 weeks into dating. It was the first time she had spent the full night with him, and he woke up in a cold sweat, and screaming. He was inconsolable for multiple minutes, and only when Grace got him water and rubbed his back, did he calm down. He told her a little bit about it, but only his fathers side, not about his mothers abuse. His mothers abuse came out when they were planning their wedding, and Grace kept bugging him to invite his mother.

'"She's your mother August! She has a right to come and see her son get married!'"

"That doesn't change the fact that her and I don't get along, and I don't want her ruining our day."

"Why? Why don't you get along? She's your mother, she loves you."

"NO SHE FUCKING DOESN'T! I HAVE NEVER, IN MY ENTIRE TIME OF BEING ALIVE, HEARD HER TELL ME SHE LOVES ME! THE LAST CLOSE TO 'I LOVE YOU' WAS 'IM GLAD YOU JOINED THE CIA TO MAKE YOUR FATHERS MEMORY PROUD'! SHE NEVER WANTED ME, BUT WAS FUCKING STUCK WITH ME AND SHE MADE SURE I KNEW THAT!"

Grace immediately stood up and enveloped him in her arms. She felt his head hit her shoulder, and his sobs began to spill out.

"It's okay my lovely. I love you. I'm sorry you went through that, but the beauty of being an adult is you can make your own family. It's going to be okay."'

He had never expressed himself like that before, and Grace knew that marrying him would have its challenges, and the challenge she was currently facing was the biggest of them all.

She wrapped up at the store, and headed home. While she drove, she attempted to figure out how she was going to explain to Sloane and the IMF that August deserved a second chance, when she didn't fully trust him again yet. Although, he had begun to prove himself worthy of her help, even in less than 24 hours.

Just before pulling into the driveway, she remembered she needed to check the mail. She drove to the mail box, and checked their slot. There were a few bills, other junk mail, a package from Amazon for Grace, and package from Julia, which was also for Grace.

Her and Julia had stopped talking after she got engaged to August, who Julia didn't trust. Every once in a while, though, she would get letters and packages from Julia on holidays, and sometimes it would be something to give to Ethan. She put the mail in the passenger seat of her car, and headed back to the house.

She arrived home, and August took a break from reading to help her with putting away the groceries. She managed to hide his treats from him, and locking them up in a a secret compartment she had installed in the pantry while he was in Kashmir. She felt that if he knew she bought those for him, he wouldn't earn it.

She gave August a hug and kiss, told him she was proud of him, and went to her office to work on a binder to help Auggie, the package from Julia in tow.

She made a book tracker, and even made assignments based on the books he'd be reading, and what he'd be learning. She would add more when and if Sloane told him what he needed to do. He had a long few months, or possibly years ahead of him, and he would need all the structure, support and love he could get. She thought about reaching out to his mother to let her know that her son was not dead, but decided to wait and ask August, although she knew what his answer will be.

Her gaze drifted to the package, and decided to open it. She ripped the tape off, and the folds popped open. On top was a letter, labeled with Grace's name. She opened the letter and read the contents.

'My angel Gracie,

I heard about August, and I'm sorry. I know I never trusted him, but that's not why I'm writing.

I've been in your place. Maybe not exactly, but I've lost a husband too. It sucks. I can't imagine the pain and heart break you are feeling right now, and I wish I could be there with you.

I was in Kashmir at the time, and he looked very determined. I know that's not what you want to hear, honey, but I thought it was important to tell you. He also gave me a letter to give to you, which I've included. I don't know what it says, I didn't read it. I want you to know I'm back in the States, at Mom's house. If you want to visit, or if you want us to come to you, we can. Just let Mom know, okay?

I love you sweet girl,

Julia'

Grace felt tears fall onto her cheeks. She didn't know what to think. Finding out her sister knew what August was planning should have made her angry, but it made her sad. She placed the letter down on the desk, and picked up the other letter, which was labeled 'Baby girl" which was August's name for her.

She opened it, and began to read.

'My sweet angel.

I love you, baby. I'm so sorry for what I'm doing, and I know it means I may never see you again, especially after you find out I did it. I don't want you living in a world that is this cruel. You have so much of your life ahead of you, and you deserve the best.

I won't be coming home. You will get everything. The house is paid off, the cars are paid off and there is several million dollars in our bank account, provided to me by the Syndicate and Lane.

They will not hurt you. They will not touch you. Sloane and I had an agreement that if I was to be disavowed or killed, you would be protected no matter what. Both you and I know that if anything were to happen, Ethan will do anything to make sure you stay safe.

I never wanted to hurt you, and I know I promised not to, but I have to do this. I love you with my whole heart. I wish I could have given you a family like you wanted, but I couldn't bring a child into such a world.

You will never forgive me, but let me tell you this.

Julia is here, and I will make sure she is safe. I will try to get her to come with me, but there's no promises. I understand she could never trust me, and never will. I never wanted to hurt you or your family. I'm so sorry my love.

I hope you have an amazing life, and find someone who can love you like I couldn't, and gives you what I couldn't. I love you with all I am baby, and you'll be the best mama ever, when your time comes. Give Kal all the treats for me, and tell him that his Daddy loved him.

Auggie.'

Grace had tears pouring down her face now. All he was trying to do was protect her, but he was doing it in the wrong way. She wished he could see the good in himself, but he just wasn't there yet. He would be one day though.

There was also a picture of Julia and her on the day she was born. On the back, in Julia's handwriting, said:

' You and me on the day you were born. You were so innocent. I prayed you would stay that way. The moment I held you I told myself I would never let anything harm you. You're so special to me, and I love you angel. You're my favourite sibling, but don't tell Rick, he doesn't know ;)'

Grace giggled, and placed the picture on Julia's letter. It was pretty obvious to everyone that being the youngest, Grace was the favourite to all her siblings.

Julia had also included some other pictures throughout her life, like Julia's grad from med school, Grace's high school graduation, and their trips to Disney that they took. Julia had included some Kashmirian snacks and a bracelet that was hand stitch-monogrammed with her name. She smiled at everything she had been given by her big sister. She didn't talk to her, so she treasured everything Julia gave her.

There was another letter. Grace opened it to find similar bracelets with Ethan and Ilsa's name on them, as well as a Virginia post card. On the back of the post card read:

' Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.'

Grace put that envelope to the side, knowing it was meant for Ethan and Ilsa.

Her phone buzzed beside her to let her know that Sloane, Ethan, Ilsa, Benji, and Luther would be arriving soon, and Auggie needed to get to the basement.

She rushed down the stairs, and headed straight to the living room.

"They're gonna be here soon, come with me, bring the book." She said. She grabbed the gun off of the coffee table where she had dropped it the night before, and she headed to the basement, with August tagging along behind her.

They went to the basement, and headed through the gym, to a false door, which led to their emergency bunker. August had this installed incase of a threat of a terrorist attack. Being they lived in Washington, they knew a large enough terrorist attack could and would put them at risk as well.

He sat down, and took the gun from her hands.

"I will open the door when it is time for you to come up. DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR UNTIL I SAY SO. Okay?" She said, her voice shaking with nerves. August noticed this, and put the book down.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around her body, and rested his head on hers.

"It's going to be okay, baby, alright? I'll be fine, you'll be fine, and if it all goes to shit I can get us out. You know that." He felt her nod, and he pressed a kiss to her lips, before she pulled away from him.

"I love you," She said.

"I love you too." He whispered, and watched her walk out of the bunker. He returned to his seat, and continued reading. He actually managed to admit to himself that he was liking Scanlon's book.

Upstairs, Sloane and the IMF team had just arrived and were sitting in her kitchen.

"Why are we here?" Hunt asked.

Grace took a deep breath and began.

"Before I begin, I need all of you to promise you will listen and not act without thinking about what I am going to propose greatly."

They all nodded in agreement.

She took another deep breath. "Okay. August is alive." All of their eyes widened, and Ilsa gasped but no one said anything.

"He is alive, and safe, and him and I would like to know if there's anything he can do to earn all of your guys's trust back. He is willing to do anything."

Everyone looked as Sloane, as her opinion was most important.

Sloane got very serious. "Yes there is. We do have a protocol to follow for rogue agents wanting to gain trust back again, but they have to request it in person, with proof that they are truly serious about it. Where is he currently?" She asked calmly.

"He is here." Grace said. "He came home last night. I would have called you but he had a large burn on his face, and a badly stitched forehead wound so I was more preoccupied with making sure he got fixed up."

Everyone nodded. They may not like or trust August, but as agents, they understood how important physical health was.

"Understandable. Bring him in, and we'll discuss it." Sloane said, and gave Grace a comforting smile, which let Grace know she wasn't going to pull any stunts.

Grace rushed down and got August, and headed back up. Grace saw Ethan's eyes darken in anger almost immediately upon August entering the kitchen.

August took a deep breath, ad began to speak. "I understand that you all probably hate me, and are angry at me, but I need your guys's help. I will do anything and everything to gain your trust back." He said, in a quiet tone of voice August had never used before.

Sloane was the first one to speak to him. "Walker, we are willing to help you, but you must do everything you are told. It's going to be a long few months."

August nodded. "I know. I'm already working to gain back Grace's trust, and she's helping me to be a better person, and as I said before, I am willing to do anything to gain that trust."

Ethan, Ilsa, Benji and Luther looked at each other, before they turned to August. "We'll help you too. I believe that everyone's capable of change, so we'll give you a chance," Ethan said. "But only one."

August nodded. "I understand." He looked up into Ethan's eyes. "Thank you." Ethan gave him a small smile.

They began to talk about what needed to be done, and how Grace was helping him. A few hours later, Ethan and Ilsa were getting ready to leave. Just before the headed to the door, Grace stopped them.

"I received a package from Julia this morning, and this was in it. She's back here, and she's safe." She said in a low voice to him.

Ethan smiled, and gave her a hug. "Thank you, Grace. If you happen to talk to her, let her know that I hope she's doing okay, and to stay safe. I appreciate you being able to make sure that she is always safe."

Grace smiled, and nodded. "She's my sister, and you're still my brother, wether or not you and Julia are together. It's my job," She said.

Ethan smiled, and gave her another hug, before Ilsa walked in from using the bathroom, and the trio said their goodbyes, before the door closed behind Ethan and Ilsa.

Grace ran up the stairs into her office and grabbed the letter. She headed back down to the living room, where she found Auggie reading. She took a seat next to him, making August look up.

"What's that?" August asked, and pointed to the paper in her hand.

"It's the letter that you gave to Julia to give to me, I got it in the mail this morning."

He put the book down, and turned towards her, his features portraying anxiety.

"And, um, what did you think?" He asked, nervously.

Grace smiled and looked at him.

"It made me cry. I know now all you care about was making the world a better place, but you were going about it the wrong way. You knew Julia would be there, but you wanted to make sure she was safe, all because she was my sister. It made me fall more in love with you," She said, tears coming to her eyes as she maintained eye contact with August.

August smiled, and reached a hand out for hers. Grace let him take it, and she ran her thumb on the back of his hand.

"All I ever want to do for you is to make sure you are safe, and you are happy." August whispered, and looked down to his lap, where Scanlon's book was laying.

"Auggie, I know. But I don't need you being taken away from me for the world to change. I read that manifesto, and yes, in certain situations, you must struggle before you succeed. But not the way you and Lane wanted to do it, honey." Grace said, quietly.

"I know, and I'm sorry," August whispered, as tears started to fall from his eyes. Grace immediately looked up at the tone of his voice. Noticing his tears falling, she let the letter fall to the ground, and wrapped her arms around August, who sobbed into her shoulder.

"Auggie, shhhh, calm down," She said, as August's tears became louder and closer together. She ran her hands up and down his back, and whispered in his ear how much she loved him. a few minutes later, his tears started to subside.

Grace looked down, and saw his tired eyes begin to flutter closed. She sat up and lifted his head.

"Hey, hey, hey, you can't sleep yet," She began, brushing a few curls off of his forehead bandage. He groaned slightly, but opened his eyes. "I have to change your bandage on your head, and we need to put some more creme on your burn," She said, and helped August up.

He grumpily walked to the kitchen, and sat on a stool. Grace watched him as she gathered her tools, and laughed to herself about how child like he can become when he is tired.

She quickly took off the bandage, and looked at his stitches,

"They're healing, just slowly. They shouldn't leave too big of a scar, if a scar at all," She said. August nodded, too tired from todays events to talk.

She replaced the bandage and moved on to his burn. It was still noticeable what had happened, but it was healing. She gently lathered on the burn creme, and took a photo of his burn with her phone, in order to track it.

"Okay, baby, all done." She whispered to him. "You head up and go to bed, I'm going to put this away and let Kal out for a pee, and then I'll join you, okay?"

August smiled at her, and stood up. He wrapped his arms around her, and pressed a kiss into her hair. "Thank you, my love. I love you so much." He whispered into her ear.

Grace giggled and gave him a kiss on his lips. "I love you too, Snuffles," She replied, and used his nickname.

He gave her one last hug and kiss, and walked over to the stairs.

Grace began to clean up her medical supplies, and let Kal out for a pee. She walked into the living room, and saw the letter laying on the ground. She picked it up, placed it on the table. She then pulled out her phone and made a reminder to call her mom to talk to Julia and let her know what was happening and why she hasn't answered her lately.

She let the Akita back in the house, who went to his water bowl for a drink before heading up to the bedroom, where his dad was.

Grace made sure all the doors and windows were locked, and the alarm was armed, before she followed her boys.

"Kal! Leave Daddy alone!" Grace whisper yelled upon entering the bedroom, and seeing Kal nudging August with his nose for pets. Kal huffed at her, but then stalked over to his bed, immediately settling down.

Grace changed into her pyjamas, which consisted of one of August's shirts, and a pair of spandex shorts, before snuggling into bed with August.

She quickly fell asleep, and stayed that way until she was awoken at 5:30am by August shooting up from where he was laying. She rolled over and saw his shoulders shaking, his large hands covering his face. She shot up, and crawled so she was kneeling in front of him in the bed. She pulled his head from his hands, which forced him to reveal that he was crying and hyperventilating.

"What's wrong?" Grace said. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. She pressed a kiss to his forehead before running to the bathroom to get him a cup of water. She returned to his side, and placed the water down. He had a hand on his chest, and was hyperventilating to the point where Grace knew he couldn't breathe. She reached into his bedside drawer and grabber his 'bcalm' inhaler.

She bought him this inhaler after a particularly rough day at work, a few months previous.

He had come inside the house, and immediately walked up to where Grace was in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around her, and began to breathe quickly. Grace, thinking he was just tired, gave him a hug, and continued to work on dinner when he released her. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, and followed Kal into the living room.

A few minutes later, as Grace was chopping up vegetables, Kal came running into the kitchen and began to bark and jerk his head towards the living room, before he ran back to August. Grace knew something was wrong, and followed him. She found August bent over on the couch, shaking, and his head in between his knees. Kal was nudging him, and attempting to get his face up unsuccessfully. Grace dropped to her knees in front of him, and lifted his head.

He looked up at her with pure fear in his eyes. His hands were on his chest, crumpled in his shirt. Grace immediately recognized what was wrong, and tried to calm him down.

'Baby, I need you to listen to me. You're okay, you're safe. Breathe with me." She said, and began to breathe calming breaths with him. "In through your nose, out through your mouth."

They did that for a few moments, but his breathing barely calmed. She held her finger up in front of his mouth. "Pretend you're blowing out a candle, small, deep breaths."

August did as he was told, and his breath quickly slowed, and returned to normal.

Grace knew then that he had an anxiety disorder, but he had never gone to a doctor for it, and likely never would. She opted to educate herself on ways to help him, instead of forcing him into a situation where he wouldn't be comfortable.

She placed the inhaler up to his lips, and instructed him to breathe in. She removed the inhaler to allow him to exhale, before returning it to his lips. After 6-7 breaths, he was calm, and rested his head into Grace's neck.

"Here," Grace said. August lifted his head at her voice, and opened his mouth to drink from the cup that was presented at his mouth. He drank half the glass, before he wrapped his arms around his wife's waist.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Grace said in a quiet voice.

August took a few breaths, but began to explain. "I-I dreamed that Ethan didn't stop me in Kashmir, and Julia died. I was sent to prison. You visited me and told me how much you hated me, and wished you never married me. It scared me so much," He said, shakily.

"Shhh. It's okay. I'm here, I love you and you're going to be okay. You're safe." Grace said. She felt Kal's wet nose poking at her leg, and she looked at the dog. He had anxiety written all over his face, and knew he was scared for his dad.

Grace moved out of the way, and allowed Kal to climb up and put his large body where Graces once was. He rested his head on August's shoulder, and Grace put her hand on the back of his neck. August wrapped his arms around Kal a few moments later.

"Hey, buddy, daddy's okay." August whispered to the dog. Kal made a little whimper, but didn't move. After Kal was satisfied his dad was okay, he moved off, and settled his large body at the end of the bed. Grace laid down, and motioned for August to do the same. She wrapped her small body around his larger one, and they drifted off the sleep not long after.

Grace woke up before August the next morning, and allowed him to stay asleep. She walked into the bathroom and began to run him a bath. He was usually very clingy after an attack that bad, and she wanted him to feel calm, the way he calms her down.

She put a few drops of Lavender essential oil into the water, and Lavender scented bubble bath as well. Once it was full, she turned off the tap. She placed some fluffy towels on her vanity, and made her way to the closet. She grabbed sweats and a t shirt, as well as his superman boxers that he loved. Those were placed on top of his towels. She grabbed her laptop, so he could watch Netflix while he was in there.

Once everything was ready, she made her way back to her sleeping husband in the bed.

She knelt down beside him and began to run her fingers through his hair, gently coaxing him awake. "Auggie baby, wake up," She whispered. He groaned, but opened his eyes. Once his eyes landed on hers, his mouth molded into a smile.

"Good morning," He said, groggily. He reached out a hand and placed it on the side of her face, and he rubbed his thumb back and forth.

Grace leaned into his touch. "I ran a bath for you, follow me." She said. August smiled and got out of bed to follow his wife into the bathroom.

"It smells lovely, baby girl, thank you." He said, as soon as he entered the bathroom. Grace smiled, and gave him a small kiss on the lips.

"I have Netflix queued up on my laptop. I'll make us breakfast, and then I'll join you, okay?" She whispered in his ear. August nuzzled into her neck, and pressed a few kisses there, which made Grace smile. She missed his touch so much.

"Mmmm, sounds good." He whispered into her neck, which caused a shiver to run up and down her back.

She left him to get in the tub, and ventured down stairs. She made a quick breakfast of Eggo waffles, syrup and cold water bottles for the both of them. She made her way back up stairs, and found August settling into the tub.

Grace peeled off her clothes, knowing full well August was admiring her, which she loved. She got into the tub, settling herself in between his legs, her back pressed to his chest. She lifted the plank of wood she used to watch Netflix in the tub, and placed her laptop, and their food on it.

"What do you wanna watch?" She asked him, as she signed into Netflix.

"Mm, New Girl," He said quietly, and he ran a hand up and down her side, admiring his beautiful wife.

She put New Girl on, and settled back against August. He rested his chin on her shoulder, and began to pepper kisses on her neck. Grace moaned, and leaned back into his touch. Her hands ran up and down his thighs that had her body encased in his. August hit a particular spot that he knew would drive Grace crazy. She arched her back, and moaned out loudly. August felt himself begin to lose control, and removed his mouth from her.

"Why'd you stop?" Grace groaned out. "I was liking that,"

He chuckled. "I want you to trust me fully before we're intimate again. I don't want to make you feel like I'm being selfish."

Grace turned her head to look at him. "You won't baby. I love you, and miss you." She whispered.

August began to move his hands to her stomach. He immediately felt her body react to his, and that encouraged him to keep going. He removed his hands for a moment, in order to move the wood that had their food and laptop on it, to the ground where it couldn't be harmed.  

Grace turned around in his arms, and swung her right and then her left over his legs, so she was straddling him. She pressed their foreheads together, and moaned at the feeling of Augusts hands exploring her body. It had only been a week since the last time they made love, but somehow it felt like it had been a lifetime. Grace brushed her lips against his, and felt his hand slow to a stop. He reached up and enveloped her lips in a loving kiss. Her hands moved from his chest to his jaw.

His tongue swiped on her bottom lip, and she immediately allowed him to deepen the kiss. His right hand moved from her lower back, over her hip, her thigh, and then in between her legs, and Grace allowed her self to be lost in the pleasure.

For many minutes, time seemed to stop for the couple. Inside their little bubble, no one could harm them. No ethics reading needed to be done, no trust needed to be gained, and Kashmir never happened. All they felt was love, and passion.

As Grace rested her head on August's chest, she felt his heartbeat slowly return to normal. August had his right hand rubbing her back, and his left playing with her hair. She sighed in content, and tilted her head up at August. He smiled town at her, and gave her a kiss.

"That was amazing," August said. He noticed pure happiness on his wife's face. "I love you so much, I can't even believe it," He said, a stray tear falling from his welled up eyes. Grace lifted a hand and gently wiped it, being careful not to hit his burn area.

"I love you too. You've amazed me with how far you've come, even in just two days. I'm so proud of you, baby." She whispered to him. She noticed the tears escaping his eyes, and she knew that he was happy to hear her say that. That she was proud of him, that she loved him. Words he never heard from his parents.

She sat up and wrapped him up in her arms. "I'm proud of you. You make me proud to be your wife as every day goes by. You're so worthy of all my love. You're doing amazing," She whispered, tears came to her eyes, and she praised him over and over, meaning every word.

"I make you proud?" He whispered, clearly not believing her.

"Everyday angel. Marrying you was the best decision of my life." She said. Instantly, his sobs intensified, and his arms squeezed her closer.

She knew he needed to hear every word of praise she could give him, that he needed every kiss, hug, touch, and he needed her.

He may not be the perfect citizen, but Grace would be damned if she couldn't admit that he was on his way. And she would protect him, and guide him, until he didn't need it anymore. When that time came, she would stick by him, and love him.

[ownedbytexbikerdom]

It was a regular day, or so she thought. Jane had just gotten back from work and was absolutely spent. Exhausted. Wiped out.

She was rather looking forward to spending the evening with Christian, her Sir. Maybe they’d take the dogs for a long walk outside of town. Maybe she’d get started on a three course meal. Maybe they’d invite some friends over and play games. The opportunities were endless really.

She hangs her jacket, takes off her shoes and notices that Christian’s already home. There was his briefcase, his peacoat. Weird. Usually she got home before he did.

But no matter.

She walked up the stairs, wondering why there wasn’t a flurry of wagging tails and lolling tongues to greet her.

She saw soon enough.

There he was. In all his glory, sitting at the table. An elbow propped on the mahogany surface, the sleeves rolled up, the first two buttons undone, on his white button up.

She could feel it emanating off him. The precious space between her legs, moistening. And he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Take off your clothes, get on your knees, and crawl to me.”

“Yes Sir.” A whispered response. Her words shook with arousal, with anticipation.

She let her plans for the evening fly out the window, waving them goodbye. She slowly took off her top. She slowly spun around, bent at the waist, and slid off her pants. She wriggled her ass for him. Swaying side to side as she pulled down her panties.

She heard his low groan of approval cut through the air. The air itself thick with sexual tension. She swallowed hard, throat drying. She unclasped her bra; with a muffled thud, it hit the floor.

She lifted her gaze to meet his. She got down on all fours, her expression changing from giddy anticipation, to one of complete submission.

And that is what got him. He fucking loved that. When he can read it in her eyes that she is willing to do whatever he says. That vulnerability, that trust, is what makes the member confined to his slacks, stiffen.

He straightened in his chair, eyes following the lovely creature before him, inching closer and closer towards him.

Once she settled between his legs, he starts to stroke her hair, “I built something for you. It’s why I’ve been so busy lately. I wanted it to be perfect, and I believe that it is. Do you want to see?”

Of course she did.

He smiled, reaching back for the collar on the table behind him. He fastened it over her neck, hearing her sigh contently as he tightened it. He took the chain leash, clipped it onto the ring, and stood up.

Without another word he walked down the hall. Slowly, so she wouldn’t have issues keeping up. He walked down the stairs, subtly looking back to make sure she kept her stature.

Of course she did.

They reached the basement, and that is when he pulled out the blindfold; the satin ribbon of black, and placed it over her eyes.

She could hear his breathing quicken. Feel a slight tremor to his touch. He was excited. Almost uncontainably so.

She tilted her head in silent wonder. She had not a clue what it could possibly be.

She felt her leash tug forward. She followed, her curiosity begging her to rip off the blindfold. She wouldn’t of course. That would ruin the surprise.

She felt him halt and sat on her ankles. She felt him unhook the leash. She felt his hands move to the back of her head, undoing the ribbon.

She beheld his surprise. It was a cross. St. Andrew’s Cross is she recalled correctly. Boards held together in an ‘x’ formation. Cuff links for her wrists and ankles screwed on.

She took it all in. Having conflicting feelings. Of course she loved it. Of course she was so grateful of all the time, all the effort, that he had put into this.

But at the same time…should they use this consecrated symbol to play on, would that not be a form of desecration? Her heart started to thud against her chest. Her mind spinning.

She touched the cross on her collar. She had the same feelings when he had chosen it. And she wore it with pride. She wouldn’t have rather he picked any other.

Maybe it would be the same with this. It’s not like she would be imitating the death of her Saviour. She would never reenact that. She would never let that be used in their play. He knew this as well as she did.

Which is why, he went with the traditional ‘x’ that is so often used in the bdsm world. But, in all this he knew what kind of thoughts would run through her mind. He knew she’d be hesitant. Should she be adamant that she can’t incorporate the cross into their scenes, he would understand completely. It had been a risk he’d been willing to take. If worse came to worse, he would simply put it up for sale for somebody else to enjoy.

He decided to push it along with a simple command, “Stand up, and put your hands, your ankles in their positions.”

She didn’t look at him as he spoke the words. The words with no room for question. The words with no room for refusal.

She bit her lip and stood. Fiddling with her fingers, thoughts racing. She was trying to make a snap decision.

He refrained from giving her a gentle nudge towards his creation. Instead, he watched that beautiful mind work. He watched her eyebrows twitch, watched her foot tap. And finally, watched with delight as she took a shaky, uncertain step towards the cross.

One step that became two. This time more confident. And another. He watched her head lift. Her chin up, jaw set, eyes narrowed. She had made up her mind and nobody could change it. He knew the expression well. She could be a stubborn ass if she so wanted.

With a steeling breath she lifted her arms, spread her legs, and waited.

Beaming, he took striding steps over to her. Delicately placing her wrists into the cuffs, tightening them, clasping them.

He brought his hands around to the straps he had installed on the back. Straps for her biceps. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she could struggle herself out of almost anything. These were just a precaution against that from happening.

She raised an eyebrow, a blush creeping into her cheeks. She knew the reason why he needed those extra straps.

He saw the expression and paused to brush his lips against hers. His hands lingered over her body. Tweaking her nipples, grazing down her smooth abdomen. He could hear her near silent squeaks. See her muscles twitch, the hair on her arms raising.

He let his hands drop and crouched to strap down her legs and ankles. But before doing so, he couldn’t resist. Couldn’t resist giving her sweet femininity a kiss. More than a kiss. He ran his tongue up and down the length of that beautiful slit. He sucked gently on her precious button sitting up top. Flicking his tongue gently around it, he heard her moan, “Ohhh Christian…that fucking tongue…”

A quiet giggle tickled his ears, so he kept going. Not with his usual, tactful vigour. No. He kept it sweet, kept it gentle, kept her giggling and moaning. He was building her up. Teasing her for the torture she was about to endure.

Unbeknownst to Jane of course.

He finally withdrew, much to her chagrin. She was already sloppy and wet. Her pretty cunt begging for more. Later. He silently promised.

He clasped in her ankles, strapped down her thighs, and took a step back. He smiled in admiration, took his phone out and snapped a picture. She still had that desperate look on her face. Her pussy was still glistening, both with arousal and his saliva. Fucking beautiful.

“Now, my pet. Now we will begin, and here are the rules. You are not allowed to cum. Under any circumstances…you are not. allowed. to cum. Do you understand?”

A distressed whimper escaped her lips, “Yes Sir…”

“Good girl.”

And then he began. He started with a tiny vibrator. It looked like a clip, she had never seen it before. He put on end inside of her, easy to do because she was fucking soaked. The other end rested perfectly on her clit.

Her jaw dropped. Her body started to writhe. And he hadn’t even turned it on yet. He laughed, using the remote to turn it to a lower setting.

Instantly she was moaning. Her legs flexing and relaxing at the stimulation. Her breathing sped, her mind draining of all coherent thought.

He smirked and went to his special drawer of goodies. A drawer she had been forbidden to snoop in. He brought out a chain with two clamps attached at each end.

Her eyes were shut in building ecstasy so she didn’t see. She did, however, notice the second he attached one of them to her nipple.

She gasped sharply, yelping at the sudden spark of pain. Her eyes snapped open, her pretty mouth twisting in a grimace as he attached the other.

“Come on babe…I thought you were a 12/10?”

She snarled at the reference and forced a haughty arrogance to mask her face, “I am.”

He pulled on the chain, her nipples stretching painfully, causing her mind to split in confusion. She wanted to whimper at the jolts of pain, but she wanted to moan sweetly as the vibrations down below continued its merciless assault.

Her body shook, she tried to keep from wincing. Tried to keep any sound from escaping her throat. But that failed drastically when he used his other hand to turn the vibration up. In a rapidly pulsing sequence.

He tugged a little harder, just long enough to elicit a scream. A scream of sheer frustration. If she wanted to, she could cum already. It never takes her long.

He upped the ante and dropped the chain. With no warning whatsoever, he slid two fingers inside of her. The invasion pushed the other end of the vibrator against that particular spot. The particular spot that was his favourite to claim.

He started to pump his fingers in, out, in, out. His other hand holding the vibrator on her clit in place.

It was almost impossible for her to keep the orgasm at bay. To keep it roiling and riling; an angry beast confined to a cage.

Her body thrashed as each time his fingers went back inside her, it would push the vibrator against her gspot and send her to space with overwhelming need.

He watched her face. Watched her eyebrows scrunch together as she fought against herself. Watched the beads of sweat form on her forehead. Her nails bit into her palms. Her teeth grit together.

It was taking every ounce of self control she had not to cum right then and there.

He decided to try and break it. Break her will. He took the remote and maxed it out. Turned it to the highest, setting. The setting with two second pauses for every seven seconds of vibrating.

Another scream. A plea this time. A plea for release.

A little longer…

He kept his fingers going and started to bite her skin. She was losing her mind. Drool dripping off her lips. Chest heaving.

She was a mess.

A fucking mess.

It was for that reason alone that he bellowed into the heated basement, “Cum Jane. Fucking cum for me!”

She bit her lip as she allowed her body to relax. And in that split second, in that moment, her world stopped. Time paused.

With another reach of his fingers her body exploded. She squirt a steady stream onto his hand. She didn’t care though. No. She didn’t care as her body was sent into endless spasms. Each muscle convulsing to a different rhythm. Her screams of sheer joy sliced through the air and entered the atmosphere. The dogs playing outside paused, cocking their ears before resuming their play.

He pulled out his fingers, set the vibrator on low and smeared the dripping liquid from his digits onto her lips.

Her head hung limp, tongue barely making it out of her mouth to lick it off. Her body was stuck in a post-orgasmic limbo. The constant, low hum of the vibrator making every nerve jolt. Making her overstimulated clit throb.

“Well my love, I’m hungry. So I’m going to make us supper. I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

He snapped two more pictures as her eyes widened in shock, in pleading. But just as she opened her mouth to vocalize her opinion, he cut in,

“Oh. And don’t cum.”

And with that, he turned his back, turned the vibrator up, and walked up the stairs and out of sight.

Lordy.🔥😈🔥 Someone may have a death wish. 😉

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #367

“i should warn you that you may fuck me, but chances are i’m gonna fuck you over”

Where was the last place you went for vacation? The beach. When was the last time you wore makeup? Halloween. Do you watch soaps or drama series? If so, which ones? Not currently. What’s your favourite tomato variety? I hate tomatoes. What was your very first pet like? Dad had a dog named Trigger when I was born, but I have no memory of her, so I'm excluding her. I consider our first family pet to be Chance, a cat my mom took in after finding her literally in the trash. She was... god, incredible. She was a loyal friend, and I can imagine no greater mother than she was (she legit fought off a rottweiler head-on to protect her kittens). She was so smart, so gentle, and just simply amazing. I'll always miss her. What was the best school project you remember doing? Looking back, despite the fact it TERRIFIED me before, that would be my senior project presentation. It was about snake misconceptions and fallacies, so I made a slideshow to present to the special ed class. I made drawings for them to color, word searches, all that kind of stuff. They were just the sweetest and seemed really into it. What’s your favourite type of fish to eat? None. What kind of an old person do you think you’ll become? I really... don't like thinking about this. Like I'm weak enough now at 25, I can't imagine how my, say, 60s would be. I hope and just about pray that my physical health will improve, but I'm just going to exclude that part entirely from this answer. Personality-wise and such, I have a feeling I'll be the quiet and sweet kind, the one that loves her (hopeful) spouse like crazy, and comes most alive on Halloween if I live in a place where children come trick-or-treating. I imagine I would LOVE that. I'd love to be the type that goes on morning jogs to help stay spry. Which well-known person’s death shocked you the most, if any? Steve Irwin and Chester Bennington might be tied. Both were so, so sudden. Steve was like, invincible to my childhood eyes, and when I heard about Chester's death, I thought it was just a sick rumor. Two amazing people that died way too soon. What’s the craziest colour you’d dye your hair? That would depend on personal opinions. I want to dye my hair LOTS of colors though, if that tells you anything. What’s the coolest hobby one of your friends has? Uhhhh. Idk. Name a video game you can play over and over again: Shadow of the Colossus. It's a pretty short game if you know what you're doing, and it's super relaxing to me and just so goddamn pretty to look at. Every time I've played it has just been a pleasant experience. Do you like meatloaf? Yeah, it's fine. How about Meatloaf? I know who he is, but I've never really listened to his music. Do you take time to do charitable work? If so, what do you do? No. ;_; Especially with all the free time I have, I really should... What is something that will make you laugh instantly? Okay, don't ask, but if I for a SECOND see that commercial of Mr. Clean dancing while he's cleaning, I will die because of memories. What is something you hope you will never inherit from a specific relative? Diabetes. It runs heavily in my family. Name a movie you wouldn’t watch solely based on its name: The Human Centipede. No. Thank you. Have you ever played in a stack of hay bales? No. What’s your dearest souvenir? The stuffed moose I got at Cabela's during a visit to Ohio. I named him Brownie, and he was my "childhood plushie" we all have. Is there a lot of graffiti around your neighbourhood? Not in the actual area I live in, but there are DEFINITELY places where it's a pigsty of distasteful shit. Have you ever made your own soda? (Soda Stream doesn’t count!) No. Do you have a hobby that forces you out of the house? If so, what is it? Nature photography. Have you ever been part of a theater group? No, that stuff doesn't interest me. What’s the most ecological thing you do? We recycle, and I also use metal straws. Would you stop eating meat, if you had to raise and slaughter it yourself? Absolutely. There is no fucking way I could do it. What’s your favourite board game? Why do you like it best? I like Clue just because of the mystery-solving factor, and I think it's kinda cool how you can think ahead and use other's findings to your own advantage to win the game pretty early. Besides English, what other languages can you speak? Some German. It's gotten pretty weak with neglect, though. Besides English, what other languages can you read? I can read German well. What thing/person/happening has made you the happiest you’ve been? This is a complicated answer that I just don't feel like elaborating on. What’s the most freeing thing you’ve ever done? Letting Jason go. Have you ever had a restaurant dish that was made with bugs? If not, would you even want to try one? No, and I'm not interested. Have you ever tasted birch sap? No. How about the young buds/shoots of spruce trees? No. Which edible flowers have you tasted? Honeysuckles. What has been your worst restaurant experience? Well, it's a fast food restaurant, but lemme tell you about my vegetarian encounter with Burger King. I ordered their veggie burger. Which they have. It's not a secret. These idiots gave me a bun with tomato and lettuce, and I think mayo on it, after sounding confused when Mom was ordering for me. Mom went back in there of course to tell them, and oh god was the manager pissed, lol. I got my veggie burger in the end. What’s the most immature, adolescent thing that still makes you laugh? Some sexually inappropriate jokes can still get me sadly, lol. Have you ever had a life-threatening condition? If so, what was it? Not literally, but boy do I think depression counts. Do you ever compare your life to somebody else’s? If so, why? Y E P. I can't tell you why, I just... do it. I look at other's successes and am just like, "Why aren't I there yet?", and beat myself up about being a failure. What is a food item or a dish you absolutely cannot stand? Brussel sprouts, asparagus, runny eggs, many other things because I'm just mega picky. Have you ever had a custom print done on a shirt? If so, what was it? Just the spray paint kind that vendors like to do at the beach and stuff. I don't remember any I got, though. What does your favourite mug look like? It's black with a Markiplier quote on it, given to me by Sara. :') Do you ever read other people’s survey answers? Yeah! Friends', anyway. I love learning all the obscure things about them. Do you like daytime or night time better? Why? Daytime, specifically early morning, because it's better for my depression. Are you more comfortable as a leader or a follower? A follower that isn't afraid to speak up when I'm really against something. What is your favourite song right now at this very moment? I've been really into "7empest" by Tool lately, and the synthwave edit of "Voices" by Motionless In White. If you watched The Fresh Prince of Bel Air, who was your favourite character? I don't remember it well, but I think I liked the butler. Was there even a butler? Who was your first online friend? Emma. :') Do you have any plants in your home? No. If you wear makeup, what’s the most outrageous colour you use? I only ever use black. What was the last photograph you took? My cat being adorable while sleeping. <3 Have you ever submitted a video to Funniest Home Videos? No. What was the first sport you learned how to play? I want to say soccer? I absolutely hated it. Do you have a headache at the moment? Yes, actually. I've really been attacked by the Covid shot side effects. Are your parents still together? No, thank god. What was the last hot food you ate? I made a chicken and I think pesto (some Italian noodles, idk) Healthy Choice bowl for dinner last night. Have you ever seen a meteor shower? No. :( Do you ever feel afraid people will question your sanity? I'm sure people have before, and back then? Rightfully so. Which X Factor audition(s) was/were your favorite? Never watched it. Were you a straight A student in spelling and grammar? Always. It's so weird how it's gotten worse with time since leaving school, even though I write... Were you a straight A student in math? Yeah, no. I usually got Bs or Cs. What is your favorite shade of yellow? Pastel. I don't really like yellow. What is something you want to accomplish before you turn 30? Have a stable job. Are you afraid of getting yelled at? YES. Do you feel a connection to the moon? It's not something I think about, so not really, but I do believe all things in the universe are connected in some way. We are simply a part of nature, as all else is. What does your heart long for? Contentment in who I am and where I am in life. I know I also miss being in love. Do you know what your purpose in life is? We have no innate purpose; we make our own, and I want mine to be to show others that there is always hope for yourself in yourself, and also to spread the message of love of all animals. Did you decorate a pumpkin this year? Last year I didn't. I really should change that this go around. Have you ever seen a fox? Yes! They're a kind of rare sight here sadly, so when I had the opportunity to photograph a fox tragically as roadkill, it was a photographic experience I won't forget. God, I wanted to pet it (I obviously didn't), but I did talk to it about how beautiful (s)he was as I got some shots. I never had a harder time leaving one of those angels I've taken pictures of. Do you find Halloween fun or scary? FUN!!!!!! Is there anything about Halloween you find offensive? Not at all. What do the trees look like where you live? I mean, there's a variety, but the staple that you see literally everywhere are pine trees. What is your dream vacation? Somewhere with mountains, clear lakes, cool weather, beautiful and various wildlife... What was the best vacation you’ve been on so far? Disney World as a kid. What is the best class trip you’ve been on? The zoo in the 5th grade. It was the one occasion I got to see meerkats. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? I lived for them. Do you find museums boring or interesting? I find science museums to be very, very fascinating. Art ones are great, too. What are three issues you are passionate about? LGBT rights, the pro-choice movement, and wildlife conservation, to name a few. Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? No. I'm not patriotic enough at all. What size is your bed? Queen. What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? When we were experimenting with my Klonopin dosage, I learned that 3mg was enough to knock me on my ASS. Do you like bath bombs? I mean they're pretty, but I wouldn't waste money on 'em. Who are your favorite small YouTubers? Yikes, a looooooot. But this also depends on what you think qualifies as "small." Most of my favorite "small" YTers are tarantula keepers or sub-1M let's players. Who are your favorite big YouTubers? Markiplier obviously, Snake Discovery, Good Mythical Morning (even if I don't watch them anymore, they are veeery dear to my heart and I will always support them), Sam & Colby... Again, there's a lot. When you don't watch TV and YT instead, you really get attached to a lot of them. What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? Would you believe me if I said Pussycat Dolls? haha Do you like Disney movies? Um, DUH. Were you ever in the popular crowd? No. Have you ever used an outhouse? UGH, at like childhood sports games, yes. I could NEVER nowadays, oh my god. Could you possibly write a successful novel? I think I have the creativity to, but not the dedication. Are there any foods that make you gag? Beans, for one. I just canNOT with them. It's a completely involuntary reaction. Have you ever had blonde highlights in your hair? I think I did? Who was the last person you video-chatted with? The lady who was seeing if I qualified for TMS therapy. Do you think sleeve tattoos look trashy? Definitely not, I love those. If you had to get a portrait tattoo, who would it be of? I don't actually want one, but if I did, I'd go to a serious professional to get THE Darkiplier smile. :') If u know u know. Do you have any stickers on any of your electronic devices? No. Do you think half blonde/half dark brown hair is attractive? It looks great on some people, but it's not my favorite combo.

[vganimefanatic]

Saw @genshinatsu do this and it looked fun so here's mine.

Genshin Impact Ask Game

1. Who did you choose as your traveler?

Lumine/female!traveler. I renamed her as Eos (after the Greek goddess of the Dawn) because she reminded me of a bright morning.

2. Who is your favorite character?

ZHONGLI. A close second would be Diluc or Barbara.

3. Your favorite party?

Adventuring: Geo!Traveler, Xiangling, Barbara and Noelle

Dungeons and other shiz: Kaeya, Xiangling, Barbara and Noelle

4. Which characters do you have (count all of them)? 

10 excluding my traveler: Amber, Barbara, Chongyun, Kaeya, Lisa, Noelle, Razor, Sucrose, Xiangling, and Xingqiu.

5. The character you don’t have but you want soso bad?

BROKE BOSS ZHONGLI (I've saved up all my primogems for his upcoming banner)

6. The character you have but you never use?

Chongyun. He has a bonus when conducting expeditions in Liyue so I always send him on those instead of bringing him into battle.

7. Who is your least favorite character? 

I don't dislike anyone so far. Crossing my fingers that this keeps up.

8. Favorite nation?

There are only two nations accessible right now but Liyue caught my attention instantly. Most fantasy RPGs are Western inspired rather than Asian (Final Fantasy X and Tales of Xillia blew my mind because of this) so I was delighted when I first ventured into Liyue.

9. Least favorite nation?

No idea. Gotta wait for them all to come out.

10. Favorite element?

Pyro or Geo. Leaning towards Geo because my current team features Geo!Traveler and Noelle (and also because ZHONGLI).

11. Least favorite element?

I don't dislike using any of them but I do hate fighting enemies that use Hydro or Dendro so I guess one of those?

12. Favorite combos of element? 

Frozen, Overload and Crystalise.

13. Favorite enemy? 

I tend to gravitate to enemies who drop useful items/gear or are important to the story. So... Dvalin?

14. Least favorite enemy? 

Boss: Oceanid or Geo Hypostasis (glitchy arse who keeps resetting)

Non-boss: Abyss Mages and Ruin Hunters

15. Do you k*ll animals when you pass by their sides? 

Everything except little Timmie's pigeons.

16. Walking or using teleport?

I usually teleport nearby the location I want to go and then I walk to it while looking out for resources or treasure chests.

17. Favorite mission? 

Story missions. I particularly like 'Farewell, Archaic Lord' and 'Bookworm Swordsman'. Too bad they aren't replayable (I don't even need a repeating reward miHoYo just let me replay them doggone it).

18. Least favorite mission? 

Timed missions. I always feel super stressed whenever I see a countdown timer appear (which, unfortunately, happens a LOT in Genshin Impact).

19. Do you like gliding?

(I believe I can fly~ I believe I can touch the sky~dive bomb hillychurls and then run away~spotting chests from miles away~)

Yes.

20. Who is the most useful character in your opinion?

Barbara and Diluc (his trial use was amazing).

21. And the least one?

I guess Xingqiu? He isn't weak or anything but I already have a water user (Barbara) and a Sword user (Kaeya/Traveler) so I don't really use him despite liking him as a character.

22. Your favorite character’s design and the least one?

Favourite: Zhongli. Second place would be either Diluc or Sucose.

Least favourite: Bennet.

23. Bow, Sword, Polearm, Claymore or Catalyst?

I loves swords (I have two in real life) so obviously Sword! Catalysts are a close second.

24. Your party formation? (DPS, Healer, Tank, Support)

DPS + Support+ Healer +Tank or DPS+DPS+Healer+Tank/Support.

25. How much lucky are you with Wishes?

No 5 star characters or weapons so far (ZHONGLI PLEASE COME HOME).

26. Do you usually focus on your mission or you go around to find items?

The latter. I usually search every nook and cranny because curiosity and ADHD is me.

27. How much do you cook? If you do it.

Quite often! Blame the Tales of Series for instilling in me the need to cook healing dishes instead of downing down a potion (I remember searching a whole continent for a store which sold milk in Tales of Symohonia).

28. What is your Adventure Rank?

I just hit AR30 today.

29. And your characters’ level?

My main team is level 50. My two subs are level 40.

30. Something you like in general.

The gameplay environment. Exploring Teyvat is really fun and hilarious because the game designer in me gets super excited everytime I see something incredibly mundane to normal players (eg: I examined staircases in different locations just to see if they made it using a slope or modelled them individually and create a collision box for each step because I noticed the way my Traveler stood on one particular staircase). I am truly impressed with the scale of the world they built considering this game can still run on mobile devices.

31. Something you dislike in general. 

The overuse of microtranscanctions. I understand why miHoYo implemented the usage of microtranscanctions but I feel that the way they could have gone about it could have been better (eg: primogems cost less and drop rates are slightly higher but the shop offers alternate costumes/cosmetics which cost real money).

32. Something you’re waiting for. 

ZHONGLI BANNER! Oh, and an update which allows you to pet dogs and cats.

33. Domains or Bosses?

Bosses. Screw domains and their timed challenges.

34. What do you think of Paimon? 

Emergency Rations.

(Just kidding. I love her even though her tendency to blab important info is exasperating)

35. A random headcanon.

I headcanon my Traveler/Eos to be 18-19 years old because she isn't old enough to drink alcohol (in my country the legal drinking age is 21) but she is old enough to travel across the universe accompanied only by her twin brother instead of an older chaperone.

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

TAG GAME!

I was tagged by @lotsoffandomimagines, @cactiem, @myriadimagines and @connerkennt!!! THANK U SO MUCH GUYS 💖💖💖💖💖💖

rules: answer ten 10 questions, ask 10, and tag 10 people

Ace’s questions:

What’s your favourite thing about yourself? Why? That my friends like me :D

Do you prefer tea, coffee, or hot chocolate? Tea all day every day bahbahy

Where do you live? If you could live anywhere else where would it be? I’m actually happy where I am in Oz. I’m just waiting to get a job + get money to re-do the little place attached to the house so I can live there. 

What are your top 5 celebrity crushes? I honestly... don’t think I have any celebrity crushes lmao

If you won a million dollars what would you do with it? Save it. Get more money. Make sure me, my friends and family are comfortable. Give the rest of it away to everybody who needs a bit of help. Randomly dump a thousand dollars into somebody’s Gofundme. Hire assassins to murder people I don’t like. The normal type of thing :D

What’s your favourite type of snack food? D... do carrots count?? If not chili+lime potato chips!! :D

If you could live in any fictional universe which one would it be? Probably Middle Earth or Marvel.

Do you have three book recommendations? P L E A S E READ THE MURDERBOT DIARIES Y”ALL I AM ACTUALLY BEGGING I NEED SOMEBODY I CAN TALK TO ABOUT IT. YOU WON’T REGRET IT. Murderbot is my all-time favourite character 11/10 PLEASE. READ IT. PLEASE. Also Six of Crows (and Crooked Kingdom, its sequel), and Bird by Crystal Chan. also MURDERBOT.

Put your playlist on shuffle and tell us the first five songs that play I Miss You by Adele, Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys, Electric Feel by MGMT

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be and why? My brain. No more anxiety and depression and weird attention lapses. Get rid of that shit.

Em’s questions:

Do you have any pets? If so what do you have? If not would you like any? I do!! Two chickens, two ducks, and three dogs!! They are all my Babies and I Love Them More Than Life Itself even tho the ducks hate my guts lmao

What’s your go to song to listen to that makes you happy? Mr Blue Sky, but honestly like 99% of my music is ridiculously happy because I mostly cannot handle sad music

Have you travelled anywhere? If not where’d you like to go? I’ve been to America when I was like, 10, and my and my family have traveled through a bit of Australia. I’d really like to see all my friends around the globe :’)

If you could speak any languages, what three would you choose (on top of the ones you can speak now)? Spanish, Russian, and Ancient Greek lmao

If you could have a superpower what would you choose and why? Shape shifting. I would say so I can get my ideal body and yeah that’s part of it but the other part is I really wanna be able to turn into a pigeon and surprise @alex--blue :D

If you could only save three things what would you save (in this scenario your family/friends/pets are already out)? A teeny tiny box I got from my dad where I keep small special things, a few of my stuffed animals bc they’re the only things I have left from my childhood, and a box of letters because I know they’re important to my parents

What’s your favourite decade and why? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What’s your favourite season and why? Autumn. Used to be winter, but it hurts my lungs too much. Autumn’s just. cozy, y’know??

Do you prefer going to the cinema or watching films at home? At home normally, BUT I see going to the cinema as more of a social thing so if I can go with somebody I like than cinema!!

What’s your favourite meal? Pizza :D

Sam’s questions:

What’s something you’re looking forward to? Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, getting my own place will be nice??

If you could have any animal in the world as a talking companion (like in His Dark Materials), what animal would you choose? Hen :D (PLEASE don’t remind me of how much I love HDM!!!!!)

What was the last movie you cried to? John Wick. You know exactly why.

What’s a song you’ve had on repeat lately? Blinding Lights by the Weeknds, I vibe SO HARD to this song it’s unreal XD <3

If you could bring one fictional character that’s been killed off back to life, who would it be? Manchee from The Knife of Never Letting Go. If you’ve read the book, you know what I mean. I’m still not recovered from that and I never will be. also I know there’s a ton but I can’t think of on the spot aAA

Can you play any instruments? If not, what instruments have you always wanted to play? ALL OF THEM

If you could give yourself another name, what name would you choose? HA

What’s a skill you wish you could instantly master Speaking a language fluently or learning a musical instrument!! I am Impatient!!!! :D

What would you rather explore, the deep sea or outer space? NEITHER THANK YOU V MUCH THEY’RE BOTH MY WORST NIGHTMARES

Despite 2020 being a shitshow so far, what’s one good thing that’s happened to you this year? I got to finish the end of the Murderbot Diaries and I am now content XD

Enna’s questions:

What is your biggest irrational fear and why? Falling backward from a high place. Not heights, but specifically falling backward. I climb trees a lot but I can never sit down on a branch because I feel too unsteady and it can paralyze me so I’m stuck in the tree till I can calm tf down lmao

Do you like to dance? Yes, don’t mean I’m good at it tho XD

Who is one person who can always make you laugh? (Friend, family, comedian, etc.) A few of my favourite YouTubers (like RTgame and Doug Doug ALWAYS GET ME X’D)

Who is your favorite disney sidekick and why? Mushu because... Mushu XD

What’s one thing that you do/like that people wouldn’t expect? UhhhHHh I have no idea what conception people have of me so I don’t really know

Favorite move genre? Comedy, I think

What was your favorite animal as a kid? Spider!! Same as now p much :D

Do you like to bake/cook? If so, what’s your favorite recipe? I do!! And listen. Listen. listen listen listen. I make a mean apple crumble.

Where do you go when you need to de-stress/relax? My room or the backyard to play with the babies :’)

Do you look up to anyone? If so, who and why? Nah, I’ve found that to be a recipe for disaster.

My questions:

What is the song you Vibe With the most?

If you could be any mythical/supernatural creature, what would you be?

What is your biggest pet peeve?

Do you have any tattoos? If so, what are they? If not, would you like to get some and what would you like to get?

What time do you usually go to sleep?

If you could summon any one item in the world to you what would it be?

What food do you you hate with your entire soul?

Are you more of a sentimental/nostalgic person or do you prefer to look forward instead?

Describe yourself in 3 words

Are you one of the superhuman people who can keep a consistent diary?

I tag @biscottibitch, @lielith, @tiannawashere, @philthepegacorn, @supervalcsi, @fairylightsandthings and anybody else who would like to do this!! :D

[rainywritingsx]

If it's not too much, how about all of the self isolation asks? Or at least the ones you're comfortable with asking! 🖤🖤🖤

It’s not too much at all! ^^ I didn’t do the ask about the intstruments because I answered that one in a previous post ^^

🎯 if you could gain any skill instantly, what would it be?

Probably being able to draw well? I can’t help but still feel frustrated that I fail at drawing my own OC lol

🎨 do you have any hobbies you regret quitting? would you consider starting them again?

I don’t think so? I stopped dancing for a few years but I decided to take classes again two years ago.

💡 what hobby did you start doing most recently?

I’ve been having much more time to write lately which makes me really happy since I love writing :D

🎟 what are some artists/bands whose music brings back childhood memories for you?

One direction 100%. Ive been loving them since I was like 10 years old. Also just late 2000s songs in general bring back a lot of memories for me.

🔭 what’s your go-to topic to learn about when you’re bored?

Psychology! I’m super interested in that subject and I want to study it when I go to university so usually I go for subjects in that direction.

📱 what apps (games or otherwise) do you use when you’re bored?

I’ve been playing this otome game called obey me lately :p also I sometimes read on wattpad/tumblr when I’m bored oorrr I go on Instagram

🎞 what movie(s)/TV show(s) do you find comforting to watch?

Comforting? Hmm.... tangled and brave are some movies that I adore. I remember watching tangled in the cinema when it was super new and loving every second of it, and I also adored Merida I’m brave. And sometimes cute romance movies are comforting too in a way ^^

📽 what movie/TV show did you watch recently that you would recommend to someone?

I finished fairy tail recently and woah, the ending really had me in tears. I don’t know if I’d necessarily recommend it since it has 329 episodes lol but if you ever feel like it go ahead 😂

Right now I’m watching re:zero which I think is such a cool anime too and definitely worth watching. It has 26 episodes I think and I love the characters.

🕯 do you have any self care activities you do routinely?

I try to do a face mask every week so I guess that’s self care in a way? Also, I’ve decided to just let myself be lazy in the mornings and be productive in the afternoon with all of this quarantine stuff because that way I can do things but still get some rest.

🦜what would your dream pet be if you had unlimited time, money, resources, etc.? (it could be exotic or extinct)

I’ll just be simple: I’d love to have a dog 🥺🥺 but the problem is that both my parents work, my school days are pretty long and the earliest time my brother gets home is about 3pm so they would be really lonely. But if I really could have the time to treat the doggo well I’d get a dog, specifically a Maltese

☕️ what’s your favourite hot drink?

I love tea and coffee!

🥐 what food is your go-to when you want something easy to make/prepare?

Usually I just make scrambled eggs or an omelet if I feel like it

💌 what’s something you love about the last friend/family member you texted?

The last friend I texted... well, she’s very hardworking but also manages to do the things she loves to the point where you start to wonder where she gets all that time from lol. I think that’s really admirable about her

📆 what are you looking forward to in the next year?

Well, September 2021 I’ll be going to university and I couldn’t be more excited. I can’t wait to really study something I’m interested in and just experience adulthood more. The university I want to go to is about an hour away by train and I’ve never travelled that far on my own (I’ve been on school trips abroad but it’s different) so yeaaaa really excited about that hehe ^^

[getoutofthewater]

@dbhrarepairs Sunday Day 7: Free Day

[Gavin/Leo]

Thank you @dbhrarepairs for organizing this week it was lots of fun!

Rating:  G

Warnings: None

Words: 3,033 [AO3 Link]

Notes: Warrior Cats AU (that means they... are... cats... normal cats... think lady and the tramp, NOT the abomination that is cats the movie (2019))

The canaries in the cage sang apprehensively, feeling the intense stare of the cat sitting just below their cage. ‘Today, I’ll finally get one’, the fluffy cat thought, Leo didn’t plan on hurting it… much… he only wanted to play with it a little, why! Carl had so many interesting things and yet Leo couldn’t play with any of them. Carl was always chasing him down of counters, scolding him for pushing pretty things off shelves, or playing with the brushes or the tubes of paint, but they ran so, it was so exciting to chase them.

Leo huffed as he got on the table next to the canaries’ cage, the little bell and tag on his collar making the tinkling sound Leo detested, he couldn’t ambush any of the birds, or squirrels, or lizards, or the rare mouse he sometimes saw in the garden because that thing always gave him away, no matter how silent he tried to be.

His ears moved back and forth trying to hear where Carl was, where Markus was. He didn’t get why Carl was so fond of Markus, honestly dogs weren’t even that interesting, they were big, slobbering, stinky things and Markus was a rescue to boot. Leo was a purebred ragdoll, his coat was fluffy white with milktea brown bits; at least when he tried his best not to roll around the dirt and mud in the garden, there had been a catnip plant there until recently, when Carl noticed he’d told the gardener to get rid of it, another thing Leo could not have.

Leo couldn’t have the catnip, couldn’t play with the pretty things on the shelves, or the paint or the brushes, couldn’t climb on the curtains or sharpen his claws on the carpets or canvasses, and those were so nice to scratch, couldn’t sleep on the piano either, or on the tv, or the comfy, warm machines near Carl’s bed, or the heating vents. Markus got at least one walk every day, Carl took him places, took him to the dog park and things, what did Leo get? It wasn’t like he was going to walk on a leash, Carl tried to put him on a leash once and Leo had laid down and not moved in protest, until he was released from it; those things were uncomfortable and humiliating, only stupid dogs would wear them.

The bars of the cage were too close together to slip his paw through, but maybe if he pushed the cage off the table it would crack like an egg, the birdies would fly out, and he’d be able to catch one, his pupils dilated with anticipation. He gave a little push first, the cage didn’t budge, it was a bit heavier than he’d thought, he pushed again, and again, and again, until it crashed on the floor with a loud metallic sound that made him jump, he ran and hid under the couch not even waiting to see if the cage had opened.

The next thing he heard was barking, Markus of course making a fuss, and Carl’s voice

“Don’t worry, Markus” Carl was saying “They are alright, see? Only a little bit ruffled”

Leo dared go out from under the couch, and peeked his head cautiously through the door; Carl saw him and sighed,

“What are we going to do with you?” He said sternly, “Don’t bother the birds, they are a pet just like you are” then he petted Markus’s head fondly “Time for a walk?” he said and Markus barked, they went out, not even glancing back at him.

The front door closed and Leo considered going back and try to get the birds again, but what was the point? He couldn’t crack the cage open, he couldn’t get his paw in. Instead he went out through the doggy door that had just been installed in the kitchen. Leo hadn’t had a door to the garden, he always had to wait until Kara had time in the morning to open the big door for him, but Markus needed one, of course.

Leo looked around the garden feeling the autumn wind in his whiskers, pawed at a dry leaf half heartedly, he was in too much of a bad mood to do anything, even nap and he did love napping.

“What’s the matter, kittypet?” a voice said “Did your favourite plastic toy break? Are you constipated because of your canned food?”

Leo looked around the garden trying to find the source of the voice.

“Are you… a ghost?” Leo asked when he didn’t manage to see, or hear, or smell anyone, his ears perking up. Kara liked to leave the tv on while doing her chores and the last time Leo had seen a ghost show, one lady said she’d kept feeling her beloved cat after he passed away, jumping on her bed at night just like he used to. Leo had kept on thinking about it, that lady really let her cat sleep on her bed? Leo wished he was that lucky.

“A fucking gho –?” the voice said “Are all kittypets this stupid or what?”

“I’m not stupid!” Leo said firmly “And I’m not a kittypet!” he added because by the way the voice said the word it sounded like being one of those must be a really bad thing to be, almost, but not quite, as bad as being a dog.

Gavin watched the kittypet as he hid comfortably in the bushes, he usually hid in the thick foliage of the trees but it was late autumn and the few dry leaves that were left in the tree wouldn’t do much to hide him. The kittypet sniffed the air trying to detect him, but of course he couldn’t, little pets were so atrophied Gavin didn’t get how they didn’t just drop dead. The tabby lay lazily on the grass (it didn’t have anything to do with his hurt paw, not at all!) and laughed when the kittypet tried to deny those two very obvious facts about himself.

“You live in the big house, don’t you? Humans feed you that gross mushy stuff, or the dry, cardboard pellets, don’t they?” Gavin said derisively

“Yeah…”

“And they make you play with stupid toys”

“HA!” Leo exclaimed triumphantly “Nobody makes me play with anything!”

This Gavin wasn’t expecting “Don’t you have stupid fake birds and stinky fabric mice”

“Nope!” Leo said proudly

“What do you do the whole fucking day then?”

“I try to sneak into the studio!”

“What?” Gavin said “Whatever the fuck for? Do the humans keep food there?”

“No, Carl is there, almost every day… all day…” The kittypet said “with Markus, he’s a dog, a rescue” he added with the same tone in which Gavin had said ‘kittypet’

“Hmm” Gavin said “What do you do if you get in?”

“I play with the brushes!” Leo exclaimed animatedly, deflating almost instantly “but I shouldn’t, or I play with the paint tubes, but I also shouldn’t. Why do you ‘spose Markus can? Markus bites the brushes or paints and takes them to Carl, and Carl pets him and tells him he’s a good boy, but if I touch them he asks Kara to take me out”

“Humans and dogs are equally stupid,” Gavin said arrogantly “They are not like us”

“Us?” the kittypet said hopefully

“Well, you are a cat; that makes you better than any of those pricks” Gavin said as he crouched, ready for attack “even if you are a kittypet!” he pounced from the bushes right to the fluffy long tail of the other cat, making Leo jump in surprise.

“Not fair!” Leo complained once his paws were back in the ground “I wasn’t ready!”

“You’d never be ready!”

Leo chased after the brown tabby, he was much faster than Leo was and the color of his coat made him blend among the dry leaves, Leo would lose him for a second and then the tabby would spring from a bush, or a pile of leaves, or even jump at him from the trees. Leo managed to catch him only once, more by knowledge of the garden than speed or ability.

They played for a long time until they heard a few noises from the kitchen, Kara coming back from grocery shopping

“Leo!” Kara shouted accompanied by the sound of a baggy of treats being shaken

Leo’s ears perked up but he hesitated

The tabby scoffed jumping easily on top of the garden wall ��Go get your treats, kittypet”

“My name’s Leo, not kittypet!” Leo said bristling slightly “You could come, Kara would give you some too, she’s nice!”

“Nah, pass”

“Will you come again?” Leo said feeling slightly embarrassed, but the tabby had already disappeared from the wall.

Leo’s favourite place to be at night (besides running all around the first floor) was the window seat in the guestroom, it overlooked the garden and Kara would usually leave the small reading light on, so moths would fly to the window, and Leo would have so much fun trying to catch their shadows, and so far nobody had told him he couldn’t do that.

That’s where Gavin had seen him for the first time; One night he’d jumped onto the garden wall, and saw the fluffy cat go tap, tap, tap on the window as if trying to catch the moth that was clearly outside. Gavin scoffed to himself, ignoring the cold night wind going through his fur, all kittypets were really such dumbasses but this one was something else.

He found himself visiting that garden often, telling himself it was only because it was a big garden with a wall and no dogs outside, a good place to nap without keeping one eye open (although he never napped when he was there). It definitely wasn’t that that particular dumbass was amusing to watch, and he was a fucking dumbass. Some nights Gavin would watch him through the windows of the first floor, see him running in the living room, after nothing, racing no one up and down the stairs; the fluffy cat was none the wiser about him being there.

He’d been actually resting (a fucking dog had almost managed to get one of his back legs) when the kittypet had come outside, pawing at that dry leaf as if all the weight of the world were over him, the silly idiot. When Gavin walked away from the big house that day he hadn’t planned to come back, but somehow he found himself waiting for the crusty man and the silly dog to go away in the evenings, to keep on beating Leo on their games of tag.

A few weeks later Gavin found himself near the house again, this time at night, his visits had become less frequent because of the snow, he fucking hated winter. When Gavin looked up Leo was, just as he’d expected, trying to catch the moths he couldn’t even touch. Gavin jumped from the wall to the tree, to another tree, to the roof of the big house, he hissed as menacingly as he could at the window, making Leo fall off the window seat.

“You scared me, you…. Ass!” Leo said as he saw the tabby laugh a noiseless laugh that showed his sharp fangs but didn’t go through the glass of the window ‘I’ll show him’ Leo thought, rushing down the stairs as fast as he could, going through the doggy door, the new snow feeling a bit uncomfortable on his paws that really liked plush carpets way better, he started to climb the tree, he was trying to climb the tree…

“What do you think you are doing?” The tabby laughed

“Trying to get to you” Leo said, “…  kick… your… ass….” his claws were firmly stuck on the bark of the tree, the branch… wasn’t… that… far…

“There!” Leo puffed proudly when he reached it, now he only had to jump to the roof

The tabby scoffed and jumped down easily to the snow below while Leo was up in the flimsy tree branch

“That’s cheating!” Leo shouted

“How is being faster than you cheating?”

“You aren’t faster– “ Leo faltered when the branch moved, now he was up here he didn’t know how to get down

“Are you fucking stuck?” the tabby laughed

“No…”

“Jump down then?”

“I’ll jump down when I want to”

“Come on, dumbass” The tabby climbed up to the branch in a flash,

“I’m Leo! Not dumbass!” Leo said obstinately “And you are going to break the branch, asshole!”

“If that’s what gets you the fuck down” the tabby said “And I’m not ‘asshole’ it’s Gavin you, dumbass”

Not even Gavin calculated the flimsiness of the thin branch, or maybe it was that he wasn’t used to think beyond his own speed and abilities, his own weight, he didn’t take into account it was both of them, as soon as he put both of his paws on it the branch snapped, but cats always fall on their feet, and there was plenty of snow to break their fall.

“See, you almost killed us, asshole!” Leo said scrambling up from the cold snow, shaking himself to get it off his fur before it melted

“Whatever, dumbass!” Gavin said doing the same, and jumping up the wall again

“Where are you going?” Leo asked, trying not to sound as disappointed as he was, he’d missed the other cat

“Anywhere I fucking want to”

“Can I come?”

“Can you keep up?”

“Of course I fucking can” Leo said climbing the wall with obvious difficulty

“Don’t get lost, kittypet!” Gavin shouted running away, jumping from wall to wall and through the snowy gardens of the big estates near Carl’s house

“Wait, wait!” Leo shouted “I saw something!”

Leo came to a beautiful koi pond in one of the neighbor’s gardens, there were pretty orange fish swimming in it, real fish, not like the fake ones Carl sometimes turned on in the living room. Leo swatted at one but couldn’t catch it, he touched the surface of the water gingerly and discovered it was solid as if it were glass; he stepped on it and then ran excitedly after the fish, skidding this way and that, leaving little scratch marks on the ice.

“Are you serious?” Gavin said sitting on one of the rocks that surrounded the garden pond “the water is frozen, dumbass, you’ll never catch them”

“So?” Leo said nonchalantly, still chasing and pouncing on the fish “It’s fun to run after them –”

All of a sudden Leo heard a funny noise, a sneezing noise, but it couldn’t possibly be coming from Gavin. Leo looked up from his fish; Gavin sneezed again. Leo wasn’t that bothered by the cold, his coat was very thick and it was enough to keep him warm, but the tabby’s coat was very short, and looking attentively now Leo noticed several patches where there wasn’t fur at all, and instead there were angry scars.

“You are cold!” Leo said, it wasn’t a question; it was a surprised statement, so far Leo had believed Gavin was impervious to everything.

“I’m fucking not!” Gavin said, but now that Leo had noticed, it was completely obvious

“You are!” Leo insisted jumping out of the frozen pond, “Let’s go, I know exactly where we can go to fix it”

“I’m not –“ Gavin made a funny face “ – tskkt! TSKKTT!!”

Leo tried very hard not to laugh… and failed

“Your sneeze is so fucking funny!” he laughed rolling in the snow, Gavin glared at him but it wasn’t that effective, just looking at the fluffy cat get covered in all that powdery, cold crap made him shiver

“Let’s go dumdum!” Leo swatted at Gavin’s tail, “Race you!” Leo dashed away

Gavin, not one to be bested at anything, ran after him… slowly… because supposedly Leo was leading the way  (and Gavin’s legs felt uncomfortably numb in the cold, he hated winter, all his old wounds hurt in the absurd snowy weather)

Leo ran all the way to his big house, he entered it by the doggy door, Gavin hesitated outside of it. He had had very bad experiences, houses, rooms, those weren’t easy to escape from…

“Come on!” Leo’s head peeked out from the doggy door “Or are you… afraid?” Leo’s eyes widened with the question

Gavin scoffed “Of what? Your fucking butler?”

“Why would you be afraid of butter?” Leo said as Gavin went through the doggy door, “You know! One time I managed to lick some off Carl’s toast, and it was so freaking nasty!” Leo said making a face “Do you think it tastes different to humans and stuff? Or they just like to eat nasty stuff?”

Gavin glared at Leo… a dumbass alright, so maybe it would be fine, he’d remember where the exit was; if the kittypet could live here there probably weren’t big menaces hiding behind every corner.

Leo led the way upstairs, Gavin followed cautiously, at one moment there was the noise of a door opening and closing and Gavin hunched down, alert, ready to go back or attack, he was no coward, but he was no fool either.

Leo didn’t laugh at that “That’s only Kara checking on Carl,” he explained “she does a few times at night”

Gavin shook himself without a word, and kept following after Leo. They entered the guest room

“Here!” Leo trotted happily towards the heating vent

Gavin sniffed at it tentatively, still feeling wary but the warm air felt really nice in his paws

“Neat, right?!” Leo said curling up near it

“Maybe if you are a kittypet” Gavin said derisively rolling his eyes, but he loafed up near the vent all the same, his aching muscles relaxing thanks to the heat. After a while Leo scooted a bit closer, the fluffy cat was very warm, and Gavin leant into him almost without meaning too, lulled by the cozy warmth and the calm atmosphere of the house in the night; soon enough he was sleeping, purring inadvertently against the other cat, maybe winter was not all bad after all.  

[daredevile]

Noir

Summary: No matter how much he longed for his own man’s best friend, Bucky knew that he will never be able to care for one—till he receives a request from an old friend.

A/N: As much as I love angsty fics, you gotta come back to some fluff once in a while. This is the result of me seeing the cutest Samoyed puppy in my life.

Hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome

Just like an immediate reflex, Bucky checked his antique watch—one that had stopped ticking long ago—as he made his way through the crowded streets. Head tucked in and a hand stuffed into a fuzzy pocket, he entered the distinct-smelling store. Stanley’s Pet Shop.

“Good evening, Mr Barnes,” Irene teased him with an enthusiastic smile as Bucky dropped a large bag on the tarnished desk. Her usual prolonged stares always made him shift between his feet. She chuckled, taking note of Bucky’s obliviousness.

Bucky raised his eyebrows as he looked around the usually energetic room, now barren, “Where are they?”

Irene’s expression morphed into one of sympathy before tenderly shaking her head, “Stan’s waiting for you.”

Minutely nodding, Bucky made his way to the back room, side-stepping several cardboard boxes and empty kennels. A sense of doubt seeped through his thoughts as he absentmindedly navigated through the familiar hallway. Bucky smiled seeing Stan, the two old souls who had instantly connected during their first encounter.

“I was getting worried you wouldn’t show up, son,” Stan sighed in relief, seeing the kind-hearted brunette. Leaning back into the rocking chair, he hooked his glasses onto the checked shirt.

“Never,” Bucky asserted, taking a seat opposite Stan, “Irene said you wanted to speak to me.”

“Son, you ever get that feeling where you just have to accept all the cards life has dealt you?” Stan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath while Bucky gave him his undivided attention, “I’m barely hanging onto the ropes.”

“I don’t understand,” Bucky moved to the edge of the seat, reaching for the white file on the desk. 

“Listen, son—” Stan let out a string of deep coughs, making Bucky wince at the sounds. Bucky understood the circumstance, reading the precise words in bold.

“How long?” Bucky gently passed a glass of water, shutting the file close.

“Months maybe weeks,” Stan sighed, “Terminal illness they said,” letting out a short laugh, “They’re stowing me away in the ICU soon which means the shop’s gone.”

Bucky creased his eyebrows, realising that his only place of serenity will vanish. Just as he was about to speak, a sudden patter of paws on the wooden floor grabbed his attention. The snow-white coated creature leapt onto Stan, licking his face in excitement. The metal armed man froze, not wanting his presence to damage the purity of the scene.

“And, that leads me to this,” Stan grabbed the dog’s front paws and wiggled them humorously, “Someone needs to take care of my Noir and that someone is you, son.”

“I can’t,” Bucky backed up into the chair, he was absolutely certain he could not take care of himself let alone another living creature. Every time Bucky used to play with the animals, he longed to eventually take one home. But, in the back of his mind, he knew he wasn’t ready. That he’ll never be ready.

“Son, you are the only one I trust to take care of someone who means everything to me. I know a good man when I see one,” Stan assured him, eyes glistening as he spoke.

Bucky’s eyes flitted around as he looked at the mess of an apartment. Mentally checking to make sure no hazardous objects littered his home. An unexpected jolt of fear rose at the thought of him harming Noir by accident. After all, dogs can’t speak or lingually emote. Looking at his frozen watch—a reflex out of nervousness—Bucky paced around.

“Mr Barnes?” Followed by a knock on the door, shook him out of his trance. Irene’s signature smile gave him a tiny speck of hope as she handed him the dog carrier, “Don’t worry, Stan is never wrong.”

Bucky waited. He waited for Noir to finish sniffing every single object he could. He was starting to get impatient and insisted Noir to come at least somewhat near him. An idea sprouted in his mind and he retrieved a bag full of colourful toys Irene had asked him to buy. Much to his dismay, Noir remained in his corner despite noticing the enticing objects in Bucky’s hands. Bucky had had enough, he began walking towards the dog, who crept further into the corner.

“Come on buddy, I’m new at this,” He begged softly, remembering Stan’s plea. Receiving no change in demeanour, Bucky sighed, wanting to divert his mind for a while. 

Tossing his old clothes and towel in the laundry basket, he threw on a hoodie and tracks. Secretly hoping his change in appearance would somehow ease the reserved dog. Well, Noir definitely behaved differently—he was chewing on the corner wall. But, what had startled Bucky the most was that his beloved fuzzy pillow was strewn all over the floor.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Bucky slapped his hands on his face, slowly dragging them down. Noir paused what he was doing, tiny ears perked and Bucky would have sworn he saw the dog smiling, “You punk,” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“All right, g’ night buddy,” Feigning defeat, Bucky set down two bowls next to Noir’s bed, food and water, in case, Noir was remotely like him and often got up in the middle of the night seeking comfort. Before entering his bedroom, Bucky glanced at Noir stuffing his face into the pet food. That brought a smile onto his face.

Sleepless nights were common to Bucky. Usually, he whiled away the night by severely contemplating his past actions. So, naturally, a new living and breathing addition to his lifestyle scared him to his core. Not only was he burdened by Stan’s faith in him but also his own conscience. Just as he was about to slip back into his routine thoughts, soft whimpers filled the quiet apartment. Bucky perked up at the sounds, immediately recognising the source.

Laying on his side on the soft quilt, Noir’s paws twitched randomly and quiet howls left his mouth. Bucky’s heart ached, watching him suffer through his nightmares, sighing at the unfortunate similarity between them. He approached the poor dog cautiously and reached his flesh hand out. Eyes closing as he brushed through the soft, white fur, giving not only Noir but himself a sense of relief. 

“It’s ok buddy,” Bucky whispered, delicately holding a paw, “I’m here,” Bucky picked up the distressed dog and brought him to his bed, laying his blanket over the both of them. An arm stretched over the fur, making tiny circles which seemed to be silently appreciated.

A few weeks had passed and Noir had returned back to his usual jovial self. Ever since Bucky had calmed him, Noir began resembling Stan’s detailed descriptions of him which the old man often gushed about to any listeners. Bucky realised how he had adapted to having Noir in his life. His nights were rarely interrupted by nightmares or his strong feelings of guilt. In fact, Noir had gotten him to socialise with strangers who wished to pet the dog. His weeks were filled with frequent trips to the nearby park, where they ended up watching the dusk after an intense game of ultimate frisbee.

However, Bucky always had an inkling that all good things came to an end. Dreadful nightmares infected his dreamless sleep, reducing him into a puddle of sweat and tears. Heavy breaths resonated through the apartment, loud enough for the pawed creature to sense his obvious anguish. 

Noir pushed his arm, intently watching Bucky violently thrash around in his sleep. Moments later, Bucky followed the wagging tail to Noir’s bed. Fluffy, white paws lightly pushed his chest to lay down on the obviously tiny quilt. Bucky chuckled through the tears, realising what Noir was doing. Noir snuggled into Bucky’s side, with his paw across Bucky’s stomach. Though his furry counterpart had fallen asleep, Bucky remained awake for the rest of the night, mindlessly brushing the fur, listening to the crackling sounds of firewood. Overwhelmed with emotions, he decided to get some fresh air. Stealing a long look at the warmth that surrounded Noir, he left the apartment. 

Nightfall was Bucky’s favourite time of day. The dark and bare streets pleased him as he walked without care. He couldn’t remember the last time he was desperate enough to relieve his mind from the bad thoughts. But now, Bucky only intended to appreciate all he was dealt with. A messy home. Plums. Stan. Noir. 

Bucky returned a couple hours later. Both arms clad with bags and bags of things just for Noir, ones he had eyed on their walks or visits to the supermarket. Bucky unlocked the door and let out a laugh, beaming from ear to ear. Noir had moved from his bed to sleep by the door, eagerly waiting for his return. Crouching down, Bucky stroked the pristine fur, speaking the only words to express his gratitude, “I love you, Noir.”

finis.

[spidermando]

Oh, Merlin {7.0}

Pairing: Eventually Sirius Black X Reader, Readers!daughter x Fred Weasley

Word Count: 1.6K +

Warnings: NONEEE

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Morgan didn’t believe her mother for one moment and decided she’d have to do the hard work to find out the truth. However, with all the snooping and research Morgan had been doing, Christmas Eve seemed to jump up from behind her. If Ron, Harry and Hermione hadn’t talked about it, she wouldn’t have even realised that Christmas was only hours away. But never the less, she went to bed with a tinge of excitement jumping around in her stomach.

She woke up early the next day to find a pile of presents at the bottom of her bed. She went over to them, quickly gathering them in her arms and taking them to the common room where she could share the experience with all her friends. It didn’t take long for everyone to gather, including Hermione, Harry, Ron, Fred and George. Once everyone was down there, they all collectively tore into their presents. From Harry she’d gotten a ‘Hogwarts: A History’ (she wanted to keep up with Hermione), Ron a large collection of her favourite sweet (chocolate frogs), Hermione a new luxury quill (max accidentally snapped her old one), Mrs. Weasley a yellow jumper with a blue ‘M’ (she pulled it on right away) and Christmas cake, and from Hagrid a black jumper (it was her favourite colour). 

She was meeting with her mother that night to exchange gifts, so she smiled as she looked among her presents- thanking everyone in the room who had gifted something. She then got up, about to head into her bedroom to write a thank you note to Ron’s mum, when she ran into someone. She was halfway up the stairs and fell back slightly, but the person reached forward and pulled her back. 

“Oh- sorry.“ Her eyes caught the blue jumped with a yellow ‘F’ on it, her smile growing as she looked up at the ginger boy. “Hello Fred, merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Morgan.” He grinned as he took his hands away and reached into his pocket. He then handed her a box wrapped in black. Her eyes widen for a moment as they studied the box, hesitantly taking it from him. “I wanted to give it to you in person.”

She continued to study the box, both hands now firmly clasped around it. Her stomach turned as she glanced back up to Fred, only one thing on her mind. “I-I didn’t get you a gift.” Guilt flooded her, how could she have not gotten him something? She wanted to, but last year they didn’t exchange gifts. “I’m sorry.”

He took one long glance at her, his hand coming out to meet hers. Her stomach lurched now, he was going to take the gift back. How had she been so stupid? She must’ve really hurt him.

“It’s okay.” Instead of taking the box like she assumed, he just took her hand and intertwined their fingers. “I didn’t want a gift.” There was a weird tone of sincerity in his voice, making it smooth like honey and warm like a summers day.

“A-Are you sure?” She looked into his eyes now, searching for any sign he was lying. But there were none. 

“Positive.”

Her eyes went back to the box, “I’m still getting you a present. It might just take a while.” 

“You don’t have too,” he watched as she fiddled with the box. 

“I honestly don’t mind.”

“I know you don’t.” She started to tear at the paper. “But I want too.”She then skillfully unwrapped it, meeting a plain white box. She took a silent breath, before flicking the lid up. Her heart instantly melted as she saw it, a gentle blush rising to her cheeks. “Wow,” she breathed out. Inside was a gold necklace, a charm shaped like the golden snitch hanging off it. She’d loved quidditch ever since her mother introduced it, but unlike Harry, she didn’t have the natural skills to be a chaser. “Thank you, Fred.”

Their hands were still somehow intertwined, so she used it as a tool to pull him into her. She then wrapped her arms around his waist, stuffing her face into his chest. “I love it.” She’d said, her voice muffled by the fabric of his bright jumper. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as possible. “It’s alright, love.”

Her heart jumped at the pet name, snuggling further into him. They stayed like that for a while, before someone shouted from downstairs. 

“Fred, where are you?” They instantly jumped apart, giving each other sheepish smiles, before heading in opposite directions. 

Morgan finally went to her room, a feeling of complete and utter bliss filling her. She placed the white box on the end of her bed, reaching around her neck to unclasp the necklace she was currently wearing. She then put the one Fred gifted her on, hand embracing the snitch, as she closed her eyes and let out a deep exhale.When she opened them again, she saw another box on the end of her bed. It wasn’t wrapped but Morgan was sure she hadn’t seen it before. 

Her curiosity getting the better of her, she let go of the necklace and approached the mystery item. Her hand instantly went to her wand, using it as a tool to see if the box would strike back. When it didn’t she reached forward and flicked the lid open. A note slipped out and onto her bed, but her attention was on the contents of the box.Inside sat a silver bracelet, a charm of silver dog and another of a paw hanged from it. She then reached for the letter, flipping it open and re-reading it a few times.

Merry Christmas

Thank you for always taking care of me,

Max.

Could it be possible? How could Max, a large black dog, get into her bedroom without being seen? How did he write the note? When did it even get in here? How had he gotten his hands on a bracelet? Never mind an expensive looking one like this?

Her mind ran a million mile a minute, however, she still reached over and put the bracelet on. He would certainly be getting a visit tonight. After she wrote a letter to Mrs. Weasley and sent it off with Hedwig (with Harrys permission, of course), she made her way back down to the common room. Everyone was still in there, Fred and George in the corner talking while Harry and Ron played exploding snap and Hermione watched. She went and joined the threesome, taking a seat beside Harry.

“Nice necklace, Morgan, who gave it to you?” Harry asked after he stated ‘checkmate.’

Fred and Morgan’s eyes met across the room and some-how she knew not to blurt it out. “That’s for me to know and you to not.”

Ron rolled his eyes, before he caught a glimpse at her wrist. “What about that?”

Another gentle blush rose to Morgan’s cheeks, but she looked down to try and cover it up. “Oh, it’s from my friend Max.

”Morgan felt Fred’s glance snap to her and could just tell his eyebrows were furrowed. In fact, she’s pretty sure everyone looked at her. 

“Who?”

 “My friend…” She finally looked up, seeing as everyone stared at her. “Max,” it came out more like a question.

“Max?” Ron tilted his head, “we don’t know anyone named Max.”

“Yeah, that’s why he’s my-“ She pointed at herself, “friend.”

She spared a peek at Fred and George. One had wide eyes and a slightly tilted head while the other had red brushing up his neck, strained smile and angry, squinted eyes. Guilt flooded her again, Fred was probably thinking that she was seeing someone else. But how would she explain to him that Max was a dog that could read and write?

“I-Uh, I’m going to go down to the hall quickly.” She kept flicking her glaze at Fred, trying to tell him to come with her. But when she stood up, he merely crossed his arms and pouted, his eyes avoiding her. Just as she walked past them and towards the door, she saw George shove his brother and them whisper something inn his ear. Fred looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, but George simply got up and went over to the other three. “Fancy a game of exploding snap, Hermione?”

Morgan was just about to close the Fat Ladies door behind her when she saw Fred stand up from his seat, they made brief eye contact and then he walked in the opposite direction. She expelled a big breath and then closed the door.The Fat Lady saw her face and frowned. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she lied. “Thank you.”

She then went down the hallway and towards the great hall, she’d always found it calming in there. Her hand went to reach for the door handle to push the doors open, when someone else’s hand landed on her shoulder. She jumped a bit, before turning around to face the stranger and was pleasantly surprised to see ginger hair. However, it wasn’t the ginger she wanted to see.“Hello, George.” She greeted him, shining a smile.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Wow, you really can tell us apart.” 

“Of course, I can.”

George shook his head and laughed a little, before going a bit more serious. “Look, Fred really likes you and finding out about this Max guy has really shook him up. I know it’s a bit off character for me, but if you could just explain who Max is to me, I might be able to sort something out.” 

“Thank you,” she brought her arms to the sides of her arms, rubbing them through her jumper. “Honestly, I don’t know who Max is. I only knew him as a dog that I give food to and sit with.” She shrugged, “but I’m starting to think he may be an Animagus. I found this,” she pointed at her bracelet, “in my room with a note. He said, ‘thanks for always taking care of me.’ But I’ve never actually seen him in human form before.”

George nodded, “so, he must be a part of Gryffindor.”

“I should think so, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to drop it off in my room.”

Morgan then cleared a few more things up for George. Finally, when they were in a mutual understanding George said goodbye. “I’ll go talk to Fred.” And then he left her in the hallway, heading back to the common room.

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1. if you could instantly learn three languages perfectly, which ones would they be? Firstly - English... It would be so nice to stop struggling with it! ... *daydreaming* For the second one, I would probably choose Chinese due to my recent interest in Chinese novels. And I was always quite fascinated by how their writing characters look like. ... The last one, huh? Maybe Japanese? 2. have you ever worn a traditional costume? if yes, were you excited about it? if no, would you want to? I've never worn anything like this before. As for whether I would like to or not... It depends on what do you mean by ‘traditional costume’. My willingness to wear it depends heavily on the age from which it comes~ I need to say that I'm curious about ancient and medieval clothes from different corners of the world. 3. white, milk or dark chocolate? I prefer milk chocolate from the bottom of my heart but can eat dark chocolate with my morning coffee (one of them) when I have a phase to 'eat more healthy'. 4. favourite weather? Sunny but not so hot. 5. do you doodle? Yes! But my doodles are often absolutely useless, as I tend to mindlessly draw eyes (only one at a time), hands or simple flowers (very similar to each other). I doodled more when I was in school but now it's more occasional. Sometimes I can find a random tissue laying on my desk with a big eye drawn on it just because I let my mind wander for too long XD 6. when do you sleep the most often? Between 23 and 24. But if it would be up to me only, I would probably sleep for 12 hours and then be active for around 24 - I tried it once for a few days and it was quite interesting~ 7. have you ever been on a ship or on a plane? If yes, was it a good experience? If no, would you want to? I've experienced a few flights, some of them quite long. But I dislike flying and the fact that I hate to sit still for a long time without any alternatives is only one of the reasons. Well... I should be able to sleep? But more often than not I can't. I should be able to read, but I'm often too irritated that I need to sit there and wait to really enjoy reading... There is also the problem that after reading a book and a half in one go I couldn't look at any letters anymore, but still wasn't home, yet!!  And there is never enough space for my paws to rest comfortably... Well. I'm a very domestic cat. 8. if you could choose between cats and dogs being able to talk, which one would you choose? Definitely cats. I have two of them and one is a true chatterbox - it would be great to know what exactly does he mean while meowing at me?! 9. do you like corn or are you a monster ... Probably I am a monster, but even if I am I still don't dislike corn XD 10. if you could have a dragon as a pet/ride/partner-in-crime, would it be an eastern or a western style dragon? Eastern style - they have very adorable whiskers! ; D 11. did you have a ‘oh shit people are hot’ moment? if yes, what was it like? if not, we can be buddies because me neither! Haha, surely we can be buddies XD ... Please let this cat ignore the tagging part. But if anyone would be so kind and willing to participate on their own I still list my questions below! Please have fun~

How are you? *hugs*

Do you have a favorite mug that you drink almost everything in? Or maybe a collection - one for coffee, one for green tea, one for lemonade and so on? Or do you simply not discriminate against your dishes so you often prefer to grab the nearest one? : D

If you play games, do you prefer a single-player or a multi-player mode?

Do you prefer your drinks (coffee, tea) with or without sugar?

Flowers cut, potted or in the garden? Or maybe flowering trees are simply the best?

Long-haired characters no matter the era?

Audiobooks?

Animation or live action?

What is your favorite book/animation/live-action/manga/worldbuilding overall? (choose one or answer all)

One from the above that you feel the most sentimental about, but maybe it's not your favorite anymore.

Meow?

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Strawberry, butter pecan, black raspberry, mocha, lemon custard, peach, dulce de leche, mint, brownie batter, key lime, and green tea please ^-^

Strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?Spanish, definitely. Also, Japanese, because I like anime too much.Butter pecan: favourite songs for life?This question confused me with the "for life" bit so I'm gonna ignore that part. My favourite songs are "I'll Rust With You" "Sleep Evil Sleep" and "On Top of the Universe" (the newer version is better than the old version though) by Steam Powered Giraffe, as well as "Branded" and "Phantom" by Natewantstobattle. I have a lot more too lolBlack raspberry: do you have any pets?I DO!! I have the worlds fattest(and cuddliest) cat, and the goofiest dog you'd ever meet (she is also very jiggly bcause we cant take her for walks during winter)Mocha: Ideal weather conditions?I like fall weather, when its sunny and theres no wind, but the air is chilly enough to shock your nose when you breath, but not cold enough to see your breath.Lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?Always. But on school days, "breakfast" is just a single buttered slice of toastPeach: how do you relax?I play video games, or draw, or I write!Dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?I wish I could play guitar but I dont have the patience to learn, and I want to play the drums but I dont have the ability to get a drum kit to learnMint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?In 6th grade the teachers let us have a little talent show kind of thing to celebrate us moving up to the middle school, and anyone could sign up to do whatever. Anyway, 11 year old me loved the spotlight, wanted to be a performer, you know the kind of kid. So I signed up to sing "Pon de Replay" by Rihanna.I didnt practice because I'm the worst procrastinator on earth.I forgot my ipod, which had the music on it.Over half the people who signed up had canceled and at this point no one else was allowed to cancel.So I go up on stage in the school auditorium.And do that *boom snap clap* thing where you hit your chest, snap your fingers, and clap your hands, and sing the song acapella.I fucked up like 3 timesMy teacher keeps encouraging me to keep going while I want nothing more than to get off the stage and hide under my bedI finished it and got a huge amount of applause because people thought I planned to do it that way the whole time??? And since no one else had done anything acapella, I was like automatically really great??? Even though I sucked harder than a Dyson vacuum???God I was mortified for a solid week and I still think about it ever now and again and die a little moreWhich is funny, thinking back, because I got sincere compliments on it from these backwater hicks that usually made fun of me, so like, this benefitted meBow before your queen, baywapBrownie batter: do you like sushi?I dont like fish, rice, or seaweed, eating sushi would like instantly kill meKey lime: where do you want to be right now?My basement playing video games (I still haven't 100% finished AC Syndicate)Green tea: favourite flavors of ice cream?PREPARE FOR A LIST MY DUDE MY GUY MY MAIN MAN BROMINT CHOCOLATE CHIPalso vanilla bean, that really good vanilla chocolate swirl you get from places that have ice cream machines with both vanilla and chocolate in them, bubblegum, moon mist, malted milk, blue goo, oreo mcflurries, smarties mcflurries, fudge sundaes, and cookies n cream, and probably more but those are what's coming to mind