#but yeah thats just In My Head every single time he is shirtless

[uncreativebean]

Who's that one person who said Asra is so toned because he's been carrying his feelings for MC for 3 years

Bc it's literally the only thought that goes through my head when he's shirtless

[bronwiebear-brad]

Giiiiirl! Listen this I know u only write about Bradleyboy but I see that u fancy the holland boys and haz 😏😏 (who doesn't right?) so pleaseeeee write something with them, pleaaaaaaaaase 🥺love you writing so much it would mean the world for me 💛

A/N: You all know that I cannot resist my sweet anon’s requests, so consider this an early christmas gift. Lmao. I hope your staying healthy. Btw I’ve choosen the most soft boy ever aka Harry Holland because that boy is lovely af - also this is my first time writing about the boys so pls be gentle 💛

Warnings: nothing much just a few curse words.

Spending quarentine and 24/7 trapped inside a house with the most loud, messy, cheeky boys ever wasn’t actually in your dream plans. Everyone got a part of their day busy, either was college, work, cooking, drinking, boys silly videogames challenges, boardgames and a lot of pranks. But apart from all that quarentine was making you guys build strong bonds.

You all tried to be active, productive and keep the days busy. But let me tell you this: that boys were always up to no good.

You were siting in the living room with your laptop in the coffee table and paying extreme attention to your zoom class. Harrison was in his, writing a few emails and you both were enjoying the quietness of the room while your teacher rambled about something important.

You totally missed Harry cheekily giggling and running into the living room, disappearing right after into the backyard. But little boy Tom definitely not gone unnoticed when he came shouting and shirtless, trying to catch his brother, making a quick appearence into your lecture since you had your camera and mic on the moment he passed behind you.

“HARRY! YOU’RE GONNA GET IT, YOU DICKHEAD!” Tom disapeared into the backyard door and Harrison looked at you trying his best not to laugh. You were looking at your classmates, with your face pale and widen eyes as you were noticing some of them laughing, freaking out and most importantly, your teacher had this serious unread expression on his face.

“That's it, I'm completely done”. You thought to yourself while smiling awkardly to the camera and thinking about million ways to murder Thomas freaking Holland.

"Wait, wasn't that dude, Spiderman?" Your teacher asked making Harrison and the rest of the class brust in laughter, meanwhile you grew red.

Apart from ruining zoom lectures, spending quality time with your bestfriends was the best thing. But most important, spending quality time with your very special friend Harry. Of course he didn’t knew he had a special place in you heart - and you meant to keep that way - but you two were very close and as the days went by it was more dificult to pretend that he didn’t make your stomach funny every morning when he came down and kissed your cheek, smelling heavenly with his sleepy eyes and messy curls.

Harrison was the mainly reason you've met Harry and the rest of the boys. It was during a summer break where you joined an workshop to learn more about the process of making movies and writing scripts. You didn't want to persue that professionally, but you needed exciting things to do on your summer break from high school so why not join a class to discuss movies?

You two got along right away after the teacher set you together to recreate a new ending for Titanic. You both did a comic approach, making everyone in the group laugh and even the teacher said that you were really a good duo. You had the writing skills and he had the acting. You were pretty unaware of Harrison’s truly intentions tho. But the minute he noticed your general interests about certain genres and cinema in general, the way you discuss the photography, scripts and plots even tho you didn’t understand very well about it and just by the way you stood in the theaters reading all the credits after a movie just ended. All of that simple things, reminded him of something. Or to be more precised, someone. That someone was nothing less than Harry Holland.

So he knew that he had to settle up you two, that you two would get along very well but Harrison wasn't going to force it, it had to happen naturally. That's why you started to hang out more with him. Going out to lunch or drink coffee, study sessions in the library, parties or movie sessions in his house and that eventually, gave you Tom.

Tom usually came with Harrison to the study sessions, studying his scrips and even joined the workshop at one point. Sadly he got off when he started working on the first big challenge in his career and all the Spiderman thing.

You three grew together and everyone started to getting in the right way of their lifes. Of course Tom knew his best friend's intentions from the start and decided to join the team of cupids.

It was needed one night at the pub, where you three were drinking and having a good time, to steping the plan to a whole another level.

"Guys, I'm going to quit the workshop." You said camly making Tom frown and Harrison almost spit his drink.

No no no, his plan didn't even started yet!! He thought.

"What? Why?!" Tom whined. After he had to quit it because his filming career, he was truly excited about his two best friends doing something similar to his job. He like the heated arguments and opinions about the films on movie nights, like you all had some sorta of film club.

"Did you got a boyfriend, is that it?" Harrison talked curious. "He doesn't let you hang with us?" He leaned on the tabled talking low as if he was saying a secret password.

"No Harrison, I'm still single. What the hell?" You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

This man and his obsession with my lofe life. You thought.

“I'm starting college and thats a big deal. I'm not going to have time to commit there, I only joined it as a hobby and it's been two years, guys." You smiled at them noticing their attention on you. "Also, I'm searching for a flat here, downtown before it all starts and I'm not finding anything." You simple explain frowning and taking a long sip on your drink and Tom's eyes lit up. He was proud of his flash thinking. Even if sometimes he wished he could just shut up and don’t say stupid things as his brothers would say to him.

"Move in with us, there's enough room there!" He let out excited. His eyes moved to Harrison and the blonde boy raised an eyebrow thinking further and understanding his best friend cheeky expression.

"Yeah, you could join us, darling. Real estate is a mess these days" Harrison smiled widely and your jaw dropped.

Are they serious right now?

"As if you knew about real estate." Tom rolled his eyes and Harrison playfully smacked his head.

"Uh-I-I don't know... You don't live there alone, what about the other guys? I don’t want to change the frat crazy house of yours.." You weren't sure if it was a good idea to move to a house without asking the other people who lived there.

"Oh you mean my brother Harry?" You nod after whatching Tom carefully. "He is super excited to met you, we’ve talk a lot about you". He simply let out making Harrison widen his blue eyes.Tom and his big mouth.

"Wait what?!" You asked being caught in surprise.

Three years later and there you were, standing in the kitchen, after Tom cooked dinner - by cooking you mean ordering - since it was your and Harry's turn to wash the dishes. As you washed the plates, he dried them with a white towel and was humming a song that was playing from his playlist. - swear that boy had a playlist for everything.

"Did you and Tom got your script thing sorted out yet?" You asked while passing a plate under the water. He stopped singing and listened to you carefully.

"Yeah, we are pretty far ahead. Moving to find a good plot. It's pretty hard" He answer grabbing the plate from your hands and noticing your eyes on his face, blushing slightly. "Don't tell Tom but I can give you the abstracts if you want to have a read? I know how much you love to read." He smiled and looked at your face properly. You were smiling widely and his heart softened finding your dimple extremely cute.

"Really?!" You sound so excited that he chuckled nodding.

"Of course. You're running out of books to read, I was planing on giving you one for Christmas but-" he continued driyng the plates but got caught in surprised when you kissed his cheek and said thanks. Seconds later he was right back in the kitchen after a short trip to the moon. "How's the online classes going?" He smiled, still blushing from your previous interaction, and looked at your face.

"It's going good." You stopped for a few seconds just admiring his face and the way his curls fell into his face lazily. He looked extremely cute in that green sweater. "I think my teacher fancies me more now. After the litle acident and knowing I share roof with spiderman, the dude." You said with a funny expression and you both laughed.

"Glad I could contribute on such achievements, miss." He bumped his shoulder into yours playfully. And you laughed even more. Your giggles filling the kitchen and besides the music playing on his playlist, Harry swore it was the most beautiful melodies he ever heard.

You two returned your attention to the sink and as you were doing it you got caugh in a Arctic Monkeys music playing and trying to remember the lyrics.

Click.

Your attention was brought back after hearing a camera and seeing a flash. Harry was still looking at you thru the lense with a lovely smile.

"Harry? Oh my god, no!" You blushed at his bold moves. "I'm looking horrible right now. Why did you take a picture?"

"Nonsense. You look so cute while doing the dishes." He turned the camera, showing you the picture and you blushed even more.

"Eww. Please, delete it." You warned and he chuckled putting the camera straps above his neck and resting the camera on his chest.

"I'm not going to delete it, love." He kept his task as you. "Sorry not sorry." He laughed maliciously and you rolled your eyes.

"You're going to delete it." You looked at him and he clicked his tongue.

"Uh-uh." He hummed moving his head negatively and his curls balanced up and down. That was a good sight.

"Oh yeah?" You raised and eyebrow asking one more time and didn't even gave him the time to turn your direction. Your hands already throwing him foam and he stepped back, foam hitting his hoodie and his chest.

He smirked but his hands went to his camera, inspection it.

"Oh shit, the camera." Your mouth making a "o" shape. "Im sorry H, I didn't thought about it." You pouted giving him the most apologetic smile and he pulled a poker face at you for a few minutes.

You were starting to believe that you actually broke the device but then he started to laugh hard.

"It's water proof, dummy." He showed you his tongue and hit you smoothly with the towel in your face.

"You absolute arse!" You thrown him more foam and after a peace threaten by his hands up, he finally stopped laughing. "Im serious now, delete the picture, carrot." You warned and he laughed at the nickname.

"I think I'm going to set it as my wallpaper." His words rolled out of his tongue so easily as he concentrate on drying the plates again and you didn't even moved from your spot, getting caught by his words.

"What?" You asked finally, studying his face and his eyes opened widely. "Harry why use my picture as your background?" You dried your hands.

Did I said that out loud? Damn it, Harry you fucking dick. He thought.

"Hmm..." He swallowed. "It's a really nice picture. You look rather pretty.... And I-uh kinda like you, I guess." His hands scratching his head and his blood stopping running thru his body. Well there wasn't no intention of hidden it now.

"Oh I'm so enjoying this." Tom said to Harrison, as they were siting across the room in the couch watching the whole scene in silence. You two didn't even noticed them spying.

"It's a romcom and we were the directors of it." Harrison joked and Tom chuckled.

"Thanks." You smiled and went to hug Harry. "You look rather pretty too." You said into his shoulder and earned a kind smile from him "Look." You were closer to him and your head moved back to look into his eyes properly, his hand traveled to your back and laid way to high for your liking. But it was Harry, and he was always so respectful that he didn't want to be sneaky or ruin the moment by placing his hands too down. You found that gesture so cute.

"I think I kinda like you, too." Your face got closer to his and his eyes closed feeling your hot breath hit his face. You stand there admiring his freckles for minutes.

"Do we have to move their heads too?" Harrison asked whispering. The duo was watching the scene unfold ahead of them with frowning expressions.

"Why aren't they kissing?" Tom dramatically pulled a face as if their plan came out totally wrong after all those years of dedication.

Harry started to dance slowly, his lashes clicked a few times and he opened his eyes. And you followed him. You both had silly smiles on your faces and after a long time of slowly dancing in his arms. He lean in, kissing you passionately. And you returned the kiss, like you meant to tell him that you loved him all along.

Continuously gags and whistles followed by an loud “FINALLY” from Harrison could be heard from the kitchen making Harry and you pull back from the kiss and stare at the boys. You both smiled and kissed again.

"Oh get a room you two!" Tuwaine shouted after entering the kitchen surprisingly and seeing you.

Despite that, you two didn't pulled back and Harry gave them the middle finger, covering your faces and the kiss with his hand, from the sneaky bastards across the room.

"We've created monsters" Tom's statement made everyone laugh.

[strawnarrries]

Hey love ! Can you do one where y/n is doing that video for Vogue (morning routine) and then Niall appears whilst she is doing the video and he kisses her , hugs her , tell her he loves her and then he finds out about the video and also they had a secret relantionship and people just found out .... you can go from there. Thank you! By the way I really do love your imagines !!!!❤️❤️💕💕

ooh this is so adorable i got a little carried away so its really long for a blurb lol and i added some “comments” and i literally made up usernames from the top of my head and im hoping they arent real but i hope you enjoy bc i adored writing this!! //

when vogue asked you to film your morning routine, you immediately said yes. you adored those videos and was excited everytime they posted a new one with a different celebrity. you always thought they were super interesting and loved to see everyone’s routines. they always had such huge celebrities so you were honored and super excited when they asked you to do one.

you got up early that morning to give you plenty of time to film and refilm if needed. it was about 9:00 when you sat at your vanity and set up the camera. niall was still sleeping in your bedroom but you didnt bother to wake him up to tell him you were filming your video this morning.

you clicked the record button and began, “hey everyone! it’s y/n y/l/n and today i am gonna be showing you my morning routine!” 

you began your routine, explaining every step in detail. you showed your products to the camera, explaining what they did and how you apply them and being your goofy self as well. over halfway through your routine, you heard rustling from your bedroom right behind the bathroom door.

the door creaked open and your eyes widened and a small smirk erupted on your face when you saw a shirtless niall walk into the room in the viewfinder of your camera. he was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before he stood behind you, draping his arms around your shoulders and dipping his head down to press a sweet kiss to your temple, and mumbling in his deep and raspy morning voice, “hey baby” 

“g’morning” you giggled, still staring at him through the viewfinder, a huge smile now on your lips. his hair was an enormous mess, sticking up in every direction and his eyes were slightly red from rubbing them. you loved niall in the morning, he was the absolute cutest when he woke up.

thats when he lifted his head and looked up at you through the mirror, spotting the recording camera staring at both of you. his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open and you started giggling at him, “oh my god im sorry, i didnt know ya were recordin’ today” 

“no its okay, its about time we let everyone know” you grinned, lifting your head and look up at him from behind your shoulder

“ya think?” he hummed, cocking his eyebrow up 

“mhm” you nodded, smiling softly and getting lost in those gorgeous blue eyes he had. 

you and niall had been together for almost 10 months and early on, you both decided to keep it quiet as long as possible. neither of you wanted the backlash or the attention of a new relationship that came with the fields both of you worked in. youve been seen in public together many many times and have been asked about each other but both of you say “we’re just friends”. everyone speculates and thinks you’re lying but neither of you ever admit the truth. your friends and family knew about you all, but the public eye did not. you were surprised you had kept it quiet so long but at this point you wanted to show off your handsome boyfriend. 

“i love ya” he grinned, leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips

“i love you too” 

***

you had sent your video into vogue and they had finally finished editing it and it was now live on their youtube channel. you were nervous about the reaction. this was huge for both you and niall because now the entire world knows youre together. you assumed the worst and thought every single one of niall’s fans were gonna kill you, especially after the reaction he used to get with his past girlfriends. so you were a bit nervous, but niall was so very good at comforting you, “theyll love that im datin’ ya! i mean cmon, yer y/n y/l/n!” 

“you make it sound like im beyonce” you rolled your eyes playfully 

“yer my beyonce” he smirked, batting his eyelashes at you

“oh my gosh, stop, that was so dumb” you smacked his arm softly, rolling your eyes again and giggling at him

you had posted a picture of the thumbnail on your instagram, promoting the video so your followers could go watch it. you and niall were sitting down on his couch when you decided to go through the comments to see how people were reacting to yours and nialls now public relationship. you were absolutely shocked with the amount of positivity that was flowing through your comment section. of course there were the occasionally hurtful and upset niall fan comments.

nialls_got_cake: ew why her shes not even that pretty 

                  niallismybae4lyfe: ikr like out of all the people in the world why y/n

“ouch” you giggled, pointing to those comments. its crazy how no matter how many positive comments you get, one bad comment can weigh down on your mind for days

“babe dont look at those, those are 2 bad comments out of the 20 thousand positive ones. those are from fuckin 12 year olds who wanna be you so bad ‘cause yer so fuckin’ incredible.” 

you giggled at his attempt to make you feel better as he scrolled through the comments on your phone finding positive comment after positive comment.

taylorronns2: officially adapting a new morning routine

niall1dhorannn: I FUCKING KNEW IT IM SO HAPPY

                   niallsnewangel: MY ACTUAL FUCKING PARENTS I LOVE THEM

hpk2001: i think she watches @skincarebyhyram

rosie123: why is she the prettiest girl in the entire world im so jealous

bde.harold: omg niall and y/n are the literal cutest i want thAT SO BAD

“look they love ya!” he grinned, going through comments and picking out the positive ones from his fans and reading some off to you 

you smiled at the sweet comments, trying to put the negative ones in the back of your head and focus on the thousands of people supporting your relationship, jokingly giggling, “okayy maybe they do love me” 

“‘course they do. and even if they didnt, it wouldnt matter ‘cause we’re happy together and i love ya” 

“you’re disgustingly cute today” you teased

he scrunched his nose up at you, chuckling “fuck off, ‘m tryna make ya feel better” and pulling you into his chest and holding you tight against him.

“i love you too” you smiled up at him, molding your lips within his. 

“ya glad we did it?” he asked you, rubbing circles on your arm

“yeah. now i can finally treat you like my boyfriend and not like we have an awkward friendship” 

he giggled at your comment, pressing another sweet kiss to your soft lips, telling you how much he loves you. 

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine

Reader and Erik take a bae-cation after Reader has her baby. She is having breast pains from breastfeeding so Erik suggests soothing her.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, 

[Side note: Writing this made me so horny....]

Baby girl and her Baby Daddy decided to stay in a fancy hotel in Vegas for the weekend while her mom, Miss Pam, watched their handsome baby boy Omari. Omari was a 9lbs 10oz baby with a head full of shiny jet black curls, droopy cheeks, and fat arms and legs that reminded you of the michelin tire man. Erik made her put in a two week notice with her job in medical billing and coding because he wanted her to be home with their son. He had enough money to take care of all three of them. Y/N didn’t like that at first but she eventually agreed to it. She was actually very happy that she did. Taking this bae-cation with Erik for the weekend was already hard since she couldn’t be near her son. Currently, Y/N and Erik decided to hit up the casino so Erik could play his blackjack. He’s so good at it that he played in a few tournaments and won a lot of money. He was known in that casino for his skills. Y/N knew he was going to win every game so she went off on her own to play at the slot machines. Erik has all the luck while Y/N doesn’t. She lost every game at those slots.

“Fuck this, bruh,” She got up from the cramped seat, adjusting her denim skirt, “This is some bullshit. Let me go get Baby Daddy because I’m hungry for some wings.”

Y/N began to walk away but an elderly lady that was seated next to her kindly taps her on the shoulder. Y/N smiles at the woman before approaching her chair.

“Sugar, did you recently have a little one?” She asks in a smooth tone that reminded her of her grandmother.

“Yes, ma’am,” Y/N smiles with her dimples, “A boy, his name is Omari.”

“I bet he is very handsome. I’m only asking because,” The Elserly woman lowered her voice to almost a mumble. She didn’t need to, the casino was very loud, “You look to be leaking from your breasts-“

“OH MY GOSH,” Y/N began to panic, covering her aching breasts, “Is it bad?!”

“Sweetheart, calm down,” The elderly lady laughs lightly, “It’s alright baby, it happens, do you have a jacket?”

“I do,” Y/N left it with Erik, “It’s with my boyfriend.”

“Where is he located?” The elderly lady got up from her seat, standing at about 4ft.

“One of the blackjack tables,” Y/N takes the elderly ladies offered hand.

“Let’s go find him and get your jacket-“

“You don’t have to ma’am, honestly-“

“No, but I insist,” She was persistent just like her nana,” “Come on sugar, I’d like to meet this young man.”

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Once again, Erik wins. He ignored the jealous and vengeful looks from the other men whose whores huddled around them with their arms draped over their shoulders. The Experienced Table Games Dealer gathers all of Erik’s winnings, instructing him to take it to the Cashier. With his winnings stored away, Erik grabs Y/N’s jacket, ready to head for the slot machines but he spots her with a little old lady dressed in outrageous floral patterned clothing. She was hugging the front of her breasts with one arm while the other was being held by the little old woman. Confused, Erik walks you to them, giving Y/N and the elderly lady a smile.

“What’s going on here? How are you doing,” Erik held his hand out for the elderly lady to shake, “I’m Erik.”

“Dorothy,” She spoke with kindness that warmed Erik’s heart, “So this is the handsome father of your son Omari?”

“Yes” Y/N smiles, “This is him. Did you win, baby?”

“You know I did,” Erik held up his winnings, “I was just about to come get you so we can cash this out and get something to eat. So, what’s going on?”

“You’re lovely lady here had a bit of an accident,” The elderly lady discretely points to Y/N’s breasts, “I noticed at the slot machines and decided to walk over with her. She needs a jacket, young man.”

Erik’s eyes traveled towards Y/N’s arm draped over her breasts, “Baby, you didn’t put the pads in like I reminded you to?”

“I did.”

“Okay,” Erik places his winnings on his seat, grabbing Y/N’s jacket, and helping her put it on whole his chest was close to hers so no one would see, “Thank you Miss Dorothy-“

“Yes, thank you so much, you didn’t have to do this for me at all,” Y/N hugs Miss Dorothy close, “You are so sweet Miss Dorothy.”

“Anytime sweetie,” Miss Dorothy squeezes Erik’s hand, “Take care of her, handsome? She’s a good one I can tell.”

“Oh, I know, I got her, Miss Dorothy,” Erik gave her a charming smile filled with dimples and shiny teeth with a little gold, “You take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will! I need to head back to my friends before the bus leaves,” Miss Dorothy waves one final goodbye, “Tell Omari that Miss Dorothy says hello!”

“We will!” Y/N waves before turning back to Erik, “she’s such a sweet lady, baby.”

“She is,” Erik rubs Y/N’s shoulder, “Let’s get back to the room so you can change.”

Erik wraps his arm around Y/N’s shoulder as they walked to the Cashier so he could cash in his winnings before heading to the hotel.

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“That’s a lot of winnings, baby.”

Y/N watches Erik handle all the money, 10 thousand dollars of it.

“I could have won more but those motherfuckers needed a break from the ass whipping I gave em’.”

Y/N was standing in front of a wall length mirror near their hotel closet. She was currently adding the padding to her nipples to help absorb the milk that flowed from her heavy breasts.

“You need some help, Baby girl?” Erik spoke while stretched out on the bed, twirling a single dread, “You liked how I did it the last time.”

“Yes, please,” Y/N stops, looking through the mirror watching Erik get up from the bed, shirtless and sexy as he walks over to Y/N. Her large breasts still leaked a little so she grabs a rag to dab it gently. Erik stood over her short frame from behind, taking the pads in his hand, and reaching around to lift one of her generous breasts so he could have a good eye for where to place the pads.

“Ouch,” Y/N fusses when he lifted her breast, “Baby, they’re still sensitive...be gentle.”

“I’m sorry, love,” Erik loosened his hold, “Better?”

“Mhm,” She watched as her milk spilled onto Erik’s hand, “Erik, be quick! It’s leaking more.”

“Calm down, and relax,” Erik places the pads, “Now pass me some of that hospital tape.”

Y/N hands Erik some of the skin safe hospital tape.

“Thank you,” Erik accepts pieces of tape from Y/N while he placed them around the padding to keep it in place, “Okay, let me do the next one,” Erik looked over Y/N’s shoulder, slowly lifting her breast and watching as little droplets of milk spilled on his fingers. He adds the pads, quietly accepting the tape, and securing the pads. She was all finished.

“This is a lot better,” Y/N takes her bra from off of the ironing board that she used before they went to the casino, “Thanks, Daddy.”

“Anytime, love,” Erik kisses her jaw, “You wanna get something food?”

“Wings!” Y/N shouts.

“Okay,” Erik trailed his kisses to her neck, “You still smell like Omari.”

“I’ve been attached to his chunky butt for months now. I can’t get his smell off of me.”

Omari smelled like peaches and cream.

“Mmm,” Erik hums before backing away, he looks down at his fingers still wet with milk.

Erik sucks on his fingers before sitting back onto the bed. The taste was creamy and sweet on his tongue. Like custard. He licks his lips, thighs swaying back and forth on the bed because his dick was growing in his jeans. He’d never tasted Y/N’s breast milk. So this is what Omari was receiving all the time like a starving child? Erik already feels left out. Y/N’s breasts once played an important role in the sexual relationship that they both shared. Now that she is breastfeeding, Erik feels as though her breasts are off limits, or no longer a part of that sexual relationship. Erik feels that Y/N’s milk-filled breasts are now reserved for the relationship that she shares with Omari, and that's something he doesn’t feel part of. He just wanted to feel included and not jealous Everytime he looked his son in his grey eyes while he sucked on his mama.

“After we eat, can we swim?” Y/N missed going to the beach and the pool.

“Yeah, Thats fine with me, baby, anything for you.”

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Y/N had Erik’s attention while they sat in Hooters eating. Her breasts were resting on the table since she had to lean over to eat her wings. Erik could see why she was sensitive and in pain. Deep veins could be seen peeking through her skin. They were engorged more than he remembered them to be. Over abundant with milk supply. He wasn’t drooling from the siracha wings he was munching on. He was drooling because he wanted to taste her sugary milk again. It reminded him of the milk after eating a bowl of sweetened cereal for breakfast.

“What?” Y/N couldn’t ignore Erik’s eyes as they watched her, “Do I have blue cheese on my face or something?”

“Nah, You’re just beautiful that’s all. What? I can’t stare at my baby, hm?”

Y/N blushes, “You can, Daddy. I like it when you look at me.”

“You should have worn a different shirt,” Erik’s eyes traveled down to her cleavage poking through her shirt, “You know them breasts got bigger they can’t fit in your shirts like they used to.”

“Why do you think I wear all your t-shirts? I have to go shopping again.”

“I should beat your ass for showing off like that,” Erik smirks while chewing.

“They’re yours so why does it matter?”

Erik leans forward on the table, “Because, I don’t wanna have to gauge a niggas eyes out for looking.”

“Daddy, don’t be violent,” Y/N spoke in a sweet voice.

“You make me more violent when you dress like that.”

Y/N sat back in her chair, straightening her back causing her breasts to poke out more. Erik had a few things in mind that he could do to those breasts. Take his hard dick, some body oil, and her big ass titties, squeeze his dick between and coat it with the oil so he could fuck her titties. Then there was the desire to be breast fed. Erik is so turned on by Y/N’s lactating and sore breasts. He couldn’t ignore the sexual fantasy that involves breastfeeding. Erotic lactation and adult breastfeeding was a new kink of his. He wanted to take Omari’s place and suck on Y/N’s breasts while she ran her fingers through his hair and whispered things like:

There you go, baby, that’s it, suck on mamas breasts.

Do you want some more? You’re so greedy.

Look how much of my milk comes out! You make me lactate more, I love that.

If she could say things like:

Daddy, the more you suck, the more my titties will milk and it’s already too much.

It may hurt when you suck on them...you suck harder than Omari...they’re so sensitive.

Daddy...Omari needs some milk too. You can’t be stingy like that...

His dick was iron hard. Erik wanted to unbutton and unzip his pants so his dick could sprang free. All the blood in his body felt like it rushed to his dick. If he squeezed it, there would be resistance for sure, his dick feeling like a pipe covered in flesh.

“Are you not hungry anymore?” Y/N grabs a siracha wing for herself, “You usually eat everything. Something must be on your mind.”

“I’m just thinking about going back to that hotel with you. You need to take care of something for me.”

“And what’s that?” Y/N looked up through her lashes at him.

“You’ll see. Let’s take this shit to go.” Erik looked around before spotting their waiter, a pretty brown-skinned girl with a bright red weave, motioning for her to come over.

“Anything else for you guys?”

“Nah, can we have some to-go boxes?” Erik pulled out his wallet.

“Sure! I’ll be back,” She walked away with a sway of her thick hips.

“Can we still go swimming?” Y/N asks while eating one more fry.

“Yeah, but not for long though.” Erik wanted to rip that top she had on right down the middle, pull down the cups of her bra, snatch those pads off, and go to town on her nipples. He imagined himself thrashing his tongue before sucking softly. He envisioned her milk dripping down the sides of his mouth and to his chin.

“What’s taking her so damn long? I only asked for boxes not another fucking meal,” Erik complained.

“Why are you acting like that? She’s coming,” Y/N rolls her eyes before throwing a French fry at his chest, “Big meany.”

The Big Meany in my pants is suffering, Erik thought.

“Finally,” Erik spoke with exhaustion as he spots their waiter walking over with a few bags and to-go containers.

“Thanks, girl,” Y/N accepts it.

“No dessert?” The waiter looked at Y/N and Erik expectantly.

“Nope-“

“Can I have a slice of cheesecake, please?”

Erik’s jaw tightened.

“Sure! Just the one?”

“Make it two. He likes the Oreo cookie one. I’ll take the original with extra whipped cream.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Erik wanted to fuss but he knew he would want that cheesecake later.

“Pick your lip up, Daddy, your pouting,” Y/N giggles, “You must be horny.”

“I am,” Erik shakes his head at her, “It’s your fucking fault.”

“Aww, I’m so sorry, Daddy.”

Erik’s mean mug made Y/N explode with laughter, her breasts smushing into the edge of the table. She winced, little whimpers escaping her mouth while she cuffed her breasts.

“They are so damn sore,” Y/N complains, “I just want to take this bra off and let my titties free.”

“Shit,” Erik spoke, “They that filled up, huh?”

“Yes. Omari will have a lot from me when we get home.”

Me too, he thought.

————————-

They pool was empty enough for both of them to enjoy but Erik was too busy watching Y/N swim back and forth. She made Erik take a few pictures of her in her swimsuit for her instagram since she’s a famous plus size Youtuber. She does clothing halls, hair, and makeup. They had been down there for only 40 minutes but it felt like five hours.

“Baby,” Erik called out to her, watching her float with her breasts poked out.

“Why aren’t you swimming?!” Y/N splashed him, “You are a party pooper.”

“Because Daddy is horny and he need you to take care of him right now.”

Y/N swam to the pool ladder, climbing out, water dripping from her body. She walked over to Erik, grabbing their towels.

“Let’s go then. You’re lucky I want some dick.”

Erik stood up, grabbing the towel from her, “You we’re gonna give me some puss either way so don’t say that.”

They made their way back to the room, Y/N keying in, flicking on only the hallway light while everything else was dark. This was the only light they really needed. Erik grabs their towels, tossing them in a wrinkled pile in the corner near the door, and wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist. She giggles, one hand coming up to cup his cheek.

“You feel so good on Daddy’s dick, baby,” Erik murmured, “Touch Daddy’s dick so you can see what I’m talking about.”

Y/N reached behind her, a gasp escaping her mouth when her fingers ran up the length of him.

“That’s all for you...this dick is what nutted in that phat pussy...got all my nut in there...and look at you, gave birth to my son. He made you look even more sexier than you already were. Thicker...ass phatter, titties bigger,” Erik grinds his hips onto her ass, “These big ass titties filled with all that food for my son...Omari probably miss his mama titty in his mouth.”

“Damn, Daddy,” Y/N was super wet, “You’re nasty self.”

“Too bad I got mama all weekend. Now both titties gon’ be in my mouth.”

“Jealous?” Y/N teased.

“Fuck yeah. Daddy is jealous, baby. Omari gets all the milk and sucking while I get nothing? Ain’t fair, baby.”

“Erik...Daddy...you want some of my milk?” She was astonished.

“It taste so good.” Erik French kisses her neck, “so sweet. I liked it off my fingers earlier. Mmm, yummy.”

She could feel herself lactate.

“You gon’ let that milk drip on my tongue?”

“Fuck,” Y/N whimpers.

“Can mama breast feed me too?” The way he asked that caused Y/N’s nipples to harden.

Y/N thought about all the benefits to Erik sucking on her titties while she breast feeds him. Y/N is so sensitive to breast or nipple stimulation and she can’t help but to experience sexual feelings while breastfeeding. Breastfeeding Erik could bring about an unexpected and enjoyable aspect to their sexual relationship. Then there was the factor that the additional stimulation and removal of milk at T/N’s breast can naturally trigger her body to make more breast milk. Erik would have a much stronger suck than Omari and he could help drain her more and prevent the pain she feels.

“Yes...I’m in a lot of pain when it’s so heavy and I can’t drain them since I’m not home,” Y/N’s eyelids fluttered shut, “I can breast feed you, Daddy, but you have to be careful, okay?”

Erik grunts, his eyes in slits while he removed Y/N’s swimsuit top, “I promise I’ll take real good care of you. Damn, I just want it so bad. My dick is so hard, baby, fuck, can you suck it for me?”

Y/N didn’t say a word as she turns around, getting in her knees, pulling Erik’s trunks down. His dick was indeed hard. Deep veins fat with blood under the brown skin of his dick. The tip of his thickness so swollen and purpled from all the blood. Balls tight like he was ready to cum. Dick thicker and longer since the sight of her on her knees turned him on. He just wanted it sucked so damn bad.

“Come on, ma,” Erik grabs the back of her head, “You taking to long for me.”

Y/N wraps her lips around him, Erik’s head falling back. His ass clenched when her lips went back and forth tightly on his dick.

“Fuck fuck FUCK.” He held her head in place so she wouldn’t move away.

“Mmm,” She moaned with his dick deep in her mouth.

“I’m so fucking hard,” He hisses, “Suck it like that, baby, fuck.”

She had him seeing stars.

“Keep sucking on me and watch how much cum I make you swallow you nasty bitch.”

Y/N went faster.

“Oh? Oh yeah? Hmph, yeah?”

She slurped and gurgled around him.

“SHIT.” Erik could feel himself ready to erupt, “Fucking yes, baby, mmmm, please Daddy, yessssss, Mhm, fuck!”

Y/N’s nose pressed into Erik’s groomed pubic hair while he explodes down her throat. Erik pulls his dick out slowly, his eyes staring down at his shiny it is and still very very hard.

“Let me suck on you. I’m hungry.”

Y/N got up from the floor, Erik grabbing her neck to kiss her. She sucked on his bottom lip, earning a smack to her ass.

“Get in the bed right fucking now.”

Y/N went to lay on the bed, her breasts splayed out for him and him only. Erik walked up to her, crawling in the bed to rest between her legs. He gently removed the pads and tape from her nipples. Once she was free, he could already see her milk spilling. It rolled down the sides of her breasts since the fell off to the sides from being so damn heavy. Erik picks her left breast up, Y/N whimpering.

“Daddy, please be gentle.”

“I promise, I promise,” Erik took in a deep breath before opening his mouth, his tongue dragging over her entire areola and nipple. Y/N moans, her eyes closing while her chest pushed further into his mouth.

“So sweet and tastes yummy, girl,” Erik sucked, “fuck, yes.”

Y/N could not stare at the erotic sight, watching Erik’s full lips suck on her sensitive nipple and his thick tongue drag over it so desperately made her reach between her legs to rub her clit.

“Daddy, you’re making them feel better,” She bites her bottom lip, “Umph, Daddy that feels so good.”

Her soft spoken voice and the taste of her milk had Erik’s dick leaking with precum.

“Daddy...please...suck on me,” Y/N moves his head so he can show the other breast some attention.

“I got you, baby girl,” He gave her the same pleasant torture that had her pussy dripping to the bed.

“Mmm, My pussy is so wet,” She licks her lips while watching Erik lightly suck on her, “Daddy, my pussy is so wet.”

“You want me to put my dick in you, huh?”

“Please,” Y/N’s legs went wider.

“If I do that I’m cumming in you deep. I want that puss messy. Gon’ have all my cum swimming in there fucking around with me. You want this dick I’m impregnating your fine ass again.”

“Yes!” Y/N could feel Erik’s dick spread her pussy lips. Her hand left her clit, both of them cumming up to grip his shoulders.

“Remember how I got that ass knocked up? I fucked the pussy just like this didn’t I? And you still remember to keep them legs wide for Daddy, mm, girl.”

His dick slid into her tightness. Pussy still tight even after pushing out a 9lb baby.

“Ooooo, this shit is super wet,” Erik looked down at his dick, “you making a big mess on Daddy,” His lips went back to her titties like they never left, “Make a big mess in Daddy’s mouth too with all this milk.”

Erik moved his tongue over her nipples so good her body shivered, that didn’t include the way he beat her walls up. He was up in a push-up position with all his strength as his dick drilled in and out. He was fucking her pussy so hard that Y/N felt her body bouncing. He was really horny for her. She could do nothing but moan and gasp while Erik sat up with a milk covered chin. He used his hands to hold the back of her thighs while his dick went in and out...in and out with just the power of his hips. Y/N’s toes curled. She could see her breasts lactate while Erik fucked her.

“I’m fucking that pussy, baby?”

He had the nerve.

“Look at you, creaming on me,” Erik swiveled his hips inside of her, “And I feel that pussy, cum on me while I bust this phat pussy open!”

He seemed to go faster and faster each time. His dick was damn near a blur. Y/N pushed at his chest, her eyes shutting and mouth unhinged as she squirted and orgasmed on his dick. Her lungs burned with the deep breath she took. He was still going, another orgasm hitting her suddenly. She thought her pussy wouldn’t be able to work like this again after pushing out Omari but boy, was she wrong.

Erik sucked on her breasts before licking milk from his lips, “You just keep leaking. My dick is deep in here, baby, and my balls ready to empty all my nut in this phat puss.”

“Fuck, Daddy, fuck,” Y/N’s thighs shook, “Daddy, I love the way you suck on my nipples...I love the way you fuck me.”

“You beautiful, bitch,” Erik was cumming, “I’m forever gon’ be your Baby Daddy. Have all my kids. Give me all the milk I can have.”

“Yes! Yes!”

He growled, his nails sinking into her thighs, Y/N’s hips lifting off the bed. Erik’s dick made her pussy spread wider because of how thick he gets when he is about to cum. Like a present, Erik gifted his Baby Girl with more of his seed. He still stroked and Y/N could feel just how thick and veiny he is because of her wet pussy and all his cum. She could even feel the shape of the head of his dick as he slowly stroked her phat cunt to empty all of him. He was so textured and big. Her eyes rolled shut, Erik not helping by leaning forward to suck on her nipples. His dick made her pussy jump around him. Y/N pouts, pushing at Erik. He didn’t move. He still slow stroked.

“Don’t push me again,” He spoke through clenched teeth.

“Daddy, my pussy can’t take no more.”

“You gon’ take me. Got these big ass titties spilling milk and this pussy creaming. Ain’t no way Daddy finished with you. Just wait, watch how you end up pregnant.”

Y/N was in for a long ass night.

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[icharchivist]

hello icha!!!!! learned from my mistakes and typed this out in a separate document. first i have to say im feeling a very deep connection with citron as of late bc i was giving myself a pep talk abt like physics and i told myself "face up and man the music!" and was like "...is that wrong. theres that song called man against the music isnt there... yeah it must be right" and. well i realized later. i also think the phrase "dont cry because it happened, smile because its over" is very good. also I’m halfway thru creating a very eclectic list of like. a Pokémon team for each a3 character which is… something. kinda knew it would happen to me. might take a while for me to finish it tho now that I’m halfway bc I’m suddenly having a crisis like “wait shit I’m only confident on my understanding and characterizing of like 4 characters am I good enough” so… it’s slow going lol. anyways. i finished that damn physics thing I was giving myself a pep talk about and so am treating myself to autumn/winter. happens that watching these events is also like. the only thing which reminds me to actually like. log into a3 lol. i am so bad at gacha games. probably a good thing in the long run. ok starting from the top!

hisoka going "zzz" as his reaction made me immediately go... oh dear, please dont fall asleep in the bath and guess what happened. yeah. good thing homare was there lol. speaking of i fucking adore homare and his poetry. id buy his collection. i also wish there was a collection like if there was a master list of every poem he says in like. at the very least main story. if not i will literally do it myself. i love homare so much im like him in that back when i had to play dodgeball id always be like kufufufu they cant hit me if im friendless enough that no one pays attention to me but like in my case it actually worked out. on the subject of the pillow fight tho, hisoka's crazy strong pillow fight throw... one more mark on the list for suspicious, maybe assassin occupation. this event made me realize how much i missed winter like. i saw the stranger pretty recently (which has caused the effect of be being like "taichi!! thats my boy!!" in my head everytime he shows up lol but anyways i havent gotten to a winter play yet so im VERY hype. especially bc this seems like it stars hisoka and homare??? like oh!! oh!!!! also detective fiction... im swooning. i also just enjoy the hisoka homare dynamic a whole fucking lot i think its nice how homare was like "yeah im ride or die for this funky lil amnesiac, why wouldnt you be?" and its just like. nice. feel like hes always reaching out to hisoka which is like. man homare is so nice.

back to chronology. ofc sakyo goes cheap for the hot springs lol. on brand as ever. was very hype for the azuma sakyo dynamic bc all i remember is like azuma trashing everyone including sakyo at some game or the other in one of the winter chapters and it was very good. or was this a clip in like a stage play? either way it was delightful. at first i misinterpreted taichi going "…" after azuma and sakyo said theyd never been on a field trip bc like. taichi being quiet or noncommunicative... after going thru autumn troupe act 1 it makes me fear for my life a little lol. anyways im glad he was just like planning fun times. speaking of taichi tho we got a tasuku taichi pair for etudes!!!! im not spoiling myself for later events but i hope to GOD tasuku and taichi do like a lead co lead in SOMETHING or at least like some mixed troupe event i want them to talk!!!

also dunno if this is an intentional pun but i enjoy that its called high spirits at the hot spring bc like oh theyre having fun but also bc like. "spirits" is used to refer to a certain type of alcohol i think? which is cool. dunno if its intentional but i liked that. anyways the talent show. taichis moving rendition of single ladies... ok i know it said single fellas but like. we know. wonder if that line was a different song in japanese? its not too old at ALL tho imo. anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment... flashback to when banri slaps juza live on stage instead of doing a stage slap lol. my reaction to azuma essentially went:

azuma: I can offer to bare my soul, and a little more ;)

izumi: what do u mean by that???

me: hey tasuku and omi were shirtless what's ur problem with azuma

anyways i reread and from what i understand they were maybe only flexing and doing a gun show? which like. no wonder it didnt last too long then lol. also explains why they didnt have shirtless sprites i suppose lmao. i am SO curious abt what azuma ended up doing tho that fade to black is so mysterious! did he tap dance? did he pole dance? the world will never know...

oh also im not like super familiar with azuma yet but my read on his personality is definitely like "I am so touch starved All The Time but I will be chill. :) :) this is fine :)" like he just seems to rly like being around people! just like basking in presence whether or not hes rly talking that much.

i enjoyed that juza mentioned pillow fighting with his lil brother... thats nice! i think a lot of this event was just focused on ppl having fun over the drama lol bc it got wrapped up sooo quick. i liked the bit where sakyos worried that izumi was out late searching for him tho it was so sweet. table tennis match was very fun although id argue calling hisoka and juza the two quietest tho lol like... banri exists so juza isnt quiet. just like inevitably. finally, the event cg!!! azumas hair tied up... so nice! thats how I tie my hair up sometimes tho it doesnt look nearly as nice lol. taichi rambling abt his first love for so long tho... lol. ill be honest i have to reread autumn bc i was not aware of this whole situation until it came up in the stranger and i like inferred from there. the end of this event was nice! it was cute. i dont rly have much thoughts on it but im so hype for the winter play

Hello:!!! so good to see you again, freshly learning from your mistakes then :3c

the connection with Citron is a BLAST to read about. I am glad that Citron is there, on your mind, supporting you at every turns of language. It's beautiful.

AND OH THE POKEMON LIST!!! thrilled to hear about it being a wip ongoing! take your time ofc and i hope you'll feel more confident as you go for your characters interpretation! i believe in you!

lmao i'm glad the events help you remember to play a3, i'm sure that by the time you'll be done with the events you will have unlocked so much of act 2 you won't have to worry too much about it. Anyway i'm glad you treat yourself to good things :3c

of course Hisoka fell asleep in the bath. tbh this event was a lot of "Hisoka almost dies in a spring house multiple times if it wasn't for his troupesmates". Between sleeping in the bath and almost swallowing the table tenis ball... where would we be without Winter, and especially Homare, taking care fo him.

I'm SO GLAD you like Homare that much! he's so so good! i'm sure there must be a masterlist somewhere, or well. can be done anytime i guess?? but yeah Homare is fantastic and LDJFDLKFJDF the evil plan to avoid dodgeball from both of you.. this is incredible DLKJFDLKF. But yeah alas he's loved by his own so he gets hit smh.

And yeah Hisoka is just acting sus huh.

BUT YEAH... YEAH... WINTER... BELOVED.... I feel regular and normal feelings for Winter as you know, s o .

(i'm so delighted that you feel that way about Taichi though, as he deserves!! what a good boy!!!)

But yeah Winter play next!!!!! i love the winter plays so much i hope you'll like it as well!! aND YEAH HISOKA AND HOMARE AS A DUO... for a DETECTIVE story?? so good.

I'm sO GLAD you like their dynamic! yeah i adore it too. Homare was so quick to leap into taking care of Hisoka? Like i mean he immediatly called him sleeping beauty when they first met, and immediately decided to be his roommates to watch over him, and then he did everything to take care of him and it's just so sweet. Homare has such a big heart he's so gentle with Hisoka. Homey and comfortable, whenever Hisoka admits it or not ahah.

ahah wouldn't be Sakyo if he didn't need to stay cheap. BUT YEAH the Sakyo/Azuma dynamic is pretty good. oh the event you talk about i think is in some of his very first backstage storyes (that you can read if you have them since they're at this point of the chronology). There's one where they play a mafia game and Sakyo is warry of Azuma because "people like him are those you need to worry about the most" and Azuma is just ":) you wound me :) i would never :)" and then Azuma wins the game and starts to mess with everyone. It was so fun. and yeah i see which clip you mean for the stage play!! it's so so fun they have such a neat dynamic and i loved to see it in this event as well.

and omg worrying about Taichi while he was just there preparing a fun time! this child really would have worried us all back then huh

but AHH YEAH TASUKU TAICHI.... It's such a neat dynamic! ofc i won't say anything but man i love the potential of their stories, as the two ex Godza boys. To see them bond and be comfortable with each other always make me so soft.

OH NICE CATCH FOR THE PUN! i think it must be the reason for it tbh, i love it! thanks for pointing it out!

The talent show was really fun yeah ahah! I wonder what it is in Japanese too but at least the localization was hella fun!

"anyways the way banri and juza being themselves Are the entertainment." THEY'RE SO SILLY I love them so much

AND LMAO YOUR REACTION AT AZUMA I LOVE IT. YEah i think Tasuku and Omi are just flexing (which is Still. SO FUNNY. Just there saying "our talents is.. our muscles...") meanwhile Azuma is like "my talent is that i'm crazy hot :)"

But YEAH Azuma... AZUMA WHAT DID YOU DO....

your read on Azuma's personality feels pretty spot on to me ahah omg. Staying with what you know about him, the fact that with his job and all, he seems like he's starving for connection while also terrified to make himself emotionally vulnerable. He loves staying with people, listening to them, caring for them, and he's touch starved as hell (i mean it's his job) but he doesn't seem to really know how to be on the receiving hand of affection. there's a flair talk, i can't remember where, with Omi at some point, where Azuma compliments him, and Omi is just "mhm.. but you know i think that it's more about you" and ends up complimenting Azuma in depth and it let Azuma dumbfounded because he didn't expect Omi to trick him at his own game, while Omi just genuinely don't get why Azuma is reacting that way. He gives he gives he gives, and he's genuinely happy with that, but he seems to have difficulties to take, or to demand for something, while also starving for it. I have so many emotions for Azuma.

Any mentions of Juza's little bro are the best things. I love this type of mention TwT

And yeah it was such a laid back event. Honestly deserved after the crying fest that was The Stranger imo. It's good to relax once in a while and it was nice to have them have fun. There was the bitterness of both Azuma and Sakyo's past that was always a bit looming but everyone was working so hard for them to enjoy themselves that the joy just overtake any sadness i loved it.

Sakyo worrying about Izumi is always adorable TwT

And yeah the Table Tennis match was so fun and chaotic LMAO. I love the dynamic between Juza and Hisoka. Just two usually quiet boys who like sweets. Except that yeah like you say, as long as Banri is around, Juza cannot be 100% quiet. Rip.

THE CG WAS SO PRETTY i loved seeing it. And omg you can share your hairtips with Azuma how nice :D Azuma manages to make everything look beautiful smh....

Oh yeah Taichi and his first love! if i recall he mentions it quickly at the begining, that Yuki reminds him of his first love, and he says that again at some point - then the fake Portrait he does he mentions his first love again. And since then it's been a reccuring topic so yeh :3c

but yeah! this event was really sweet and laid back, not much to say about it, but it was nice to have it at all!

Hope you'll like the winter play :3c

Take care and thank you again for your thoughts <33 i love reading them!! bless you!!

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hello my sweet!! I was wondering if maybe I could request a lil Dewey headcanon about the reader asking dewey to go and see the infinity war/Endgame marvel double bill at the cinema?? And at first he’s like noooo but then he actually loves it and wants to watch them all??? Lotsa love my angel!🥰💜

Of couse darling!

Suuuuuuperfluffy Dewey Finn x reader ahead!

Marvelous Marvel Movienight.

"PLEASE!!! Dewdrop! You gotta see marvel at least once okay??!! Its just so gooooood! " you pleaded to your boyfriend, tugging at his shirt like a 5 year old toddler would do, to get what he wanted. Anything to watch Marvel with the love of your life.

Dewey had been stubborn and wouldnt budge... you had been whining and begging him to join you to your favorite movie in the world, but Dewey just deadpanned: "Darling... listen... This might seem shocking... but shirtless superheroes with tight abbs, aren't doing it for me..."

You chuckled a bit at his dramatic floppy hand that matched his scentence. What a man...

You sighed, pulled out your phone quickly... typed something with the speed of lightning, and turned the screen to the unimpressed face of Dewey Finn. His eyebrows shot up and he smirked a tiny bit more then he had before. He hummed: "Well... youknow im not into redheads... but... this certainly makes it better."

You grinned back at him: "Yeah... should have known Black Widow wouldn't be your cup of tea... but hey... What about Scarlet Witch?"

You turned the phone towards him again and he hummed approvingly at the picture you showed him.

"Hmmm.... Yeah... okay... thats... okay."

You glanced at him happily over your phone and watched him nod once.

You squeeled a high pitched note in happiness and victory and bounced into his arms. "YESSSS!!! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!! Yaaaaay Dew! Its gonna be great!!!"

Dewey looked at your stoked happy bouncy form and his eyes softened when he spoke: "Yeah... allright champ... But the witch isn't nearly as gorgeous as you are."

You bounced into his arms and pecked his lips happily.

You told him: "Im gonna call the cinema for spots..." you turned away, phone in hand ready to call for seats this evening when Deweys hand around your waist stopped you.

You whipped your head around in confusion, frown on your face as you looked to Dewey again.

He kissed you again and whispered between kisses:

"Tonight....

okay....

i...

will...

take...

care...

of....

it...."

You hummed happily in the kiss and combed your fingers through his hair, he moaned in pure bliss. His hair always had been his weak spot. And you loved touching it. So. Match made in heaven.

Dewey deepened the kiss with a small growl when you scratched the hair on the back if his neck. But when his hands slid lower onto your back you pulled away.

You chuckled when you saw Dewey trace after your soft lips as you removed your mouth from his.

Always so needy for more.

"Hey HoneyDew.... Better get your rocking ass take care of those seats okay?"

Dewey was slightly frustrated and grunted through a tight jaw: "Anything for you my angel..." his lips kissed yours one more time before he swiftly turned on his heels.

Phone in hand he walked away, yelling over his shoulder: "On it!"

.......

Dewey wouldnt tell you where the two of you were heading tonight, and you weren't having any of it tonight. He promised you he would take care of it.

After a 10 minute drive he passed your usual cinema. Passed it...

You had been driving for about 50 minutes now, and Dewey was on the wheel, with a stupid satisfied smirk on his face the whole drive. He wouldn't tell you where you were going. Or what you two would do when you got there.

You just wanted Marvel movie-night damn it.

Through your ranting thoughts you didnt notice Dewey was parking the car.

You were just about to give your boyfriend a lecture and ask him where he was taking you for the 100th time this drive, when he stopped the car and looked you in the eye. He smirked and bounced his leg in excitement when he exclaimed: "WE'RE HERE BABY!"

You were gonna ask him: where the fuck that was....

When you heared the familiar tune of a marvel movie behind the car.

whatthehell?

Dewey cheered, jumped out of the car and rushed towards your door to open it.

You hadn't even time to ask him where you were, because in a heartbeat he had pulled you out of the car enthausiastically. He tugged you towards the back of his van, and threw open the door.

Cozy pillows and 3 blankets where spread across the back of his van. Dewey even hang up actual fairylights.

When you tore your amazed gaze away from the back of the van, Dewey was standing in front of you with some cozy home-socks in one hand, and some popcorn in the other.

A happy but insecure smile tugged his lips upwards and he stepped aside to show you where the Marvel Theme was coming from.

Behind your happy DewDrop there was a giant screen, where Civil-war just started to play.

It...was a drive in cinema.

Of course! What a fool you were.

You squeeled happily and just in time saw the glint of relief in Deweys eyes when you hugged him as tightly as possible. Dewey chuckled and couldn't actually hug you back, cause socks and popcorn.

He watched you get cozy inside the van and handed you your popcorn and fuzzy socks.

A smile crept up his face as he took in how adorable and utterly happy you looked.

*gosh... how much he loved you*

Dewey crawled into the fluffy pillows beside you and tugged you closer to him. Craving you. Your happy vibe. Your absolute beauty. And your cuddles. It was never close enough for him.

Deweys eyes lit up when he watched your entranced face, your eyes glued on the screen before you. He kissed your cheek lovingly, but let you be after that. You were *so* keen to watch the movie, he didn't want to disturb you.

Dewey couldn't care less where he was with you. He didnt even watched the movie. His eyes were as glued on you, as yours were on the Marvel movie before you.

He would go anywhere... do anything... anytime...

As long as you would be there with him... it was allright with Dewey.

.....

When the movie was halfway, the lights went on for a little while.

Break-time.

Your stoked face turned to Dewey and he beamed a happy smile your way.

Deweys hand started to scratch the back of his neck and he started to mutter somewhat insecure: "Listen sweetheart... iknow... i-it... i-is... isnt quite an a-actual cinema... bu-but... erhm... you... i..."

You shut him up in the kindest way possible. You pressed a gentle, loving kiss on his soft lips, and his muttering faded away.

You breathed against his lips between kisses:

"Thankyou Dewey.... its perfect. I love it... but I love you even more..."

Your hands found his hair again and started to scratch his scalp as you deepened the kiss. You smirked in the kiss as you heared Dewey produce the slightest, quietest moan. Almost like he was embarresed by the sound he produced in public.

Deweys hands roamed under your sweater and brushed lovingly circles on your sides.

This time it was Dewey who broke the kiss. And you pouted instantly when his lips left yours. You scooted closer to his body to compensate the loss.

Dewey brushed his calloused fingers against your cheekbone and he muttered with his nose against yours: "Happy to see you this happy. Are you cozy enough for round two after this one?"

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and you said confused: "Wha.... what? Dew... round two?"

Dewey chuckled and kissed your nose before humming: "Yeah love... half of Infinty War to go. And Endgame later...?"

Your eyes turned wide in amazement and you squeeled loudly in excitement again.

"No way!! Both???" You yelled happily to Dewey and he nodded. His eyes beaming as he took in your glee.

Dewey continued after: "...Wanna do a marvel-marathon at home after?" He scratched the back of his neck again and flipped his hand through his own locks. A trait that showed you he was nervous about something. Dewey spoke again: "...they... erhm... are... actually... Marvel is... kind of good? I enjoy... it? I would like to see the rest too if you're into that?"

Your hands found Dewey's scruffy cheeks and you held them firmly when you kissed the boy senseless.

Dewey's grin turned into a smile, his smile into chuckle, his chuckles turned into a full on hollering laughter. As you continued to kiss every inch of his beautifull face.

You smirked towards your rockstar: "I... Dewey Finn... would love nothing more..."

Dewey looked absolutely beautifull, laying on his side against you in the back of the van. A single bit of pocorn was stuck in his messy brown locks. He held his scruffy cheek with one hand, and the other was on your waist. Holding you as close as possible. Deweys brown eyes seemed to glow into the fairylights... admiration and love for you was seen in them.

You slowly moved towards him and let his upper lip slip between your lower lip, kissing him softly.

When you pulled back you both muttered in sync: "Iloveyou."

Best date night ever.

You loved Marvel.

But you loved your marvelous rockstar even more.

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[pinkykitten]

HiGH

13 reasons why

Scott Reed x female! reader

Warning: getting high, vomiting, cursing, partying

Specifics: comedy, fluff, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: scott reed, jock dude, your friend, red haired cheerleader 

Words: 1,854

Requested: By anon 😍😁 I'd love a Scott Reed one with fem reader. Since its getting close to Halloween how about how they got/ get together at a Halloween party?

Authors Note: sorry guys for not posting a lot here ive been studying for exams and just my life is so complicated atm so forgive me i know i should post more its just all the stress ya girl sometimes gets writers block. i appreciate u guys still sticking w me reading my stuff and im glad to be posting something and feel good about it.

The different array of colored lights shone brightly as a hit pop song blasted loud through the speakers. The party everyone at school was looking forward to. Only the best out of the best was present, stuffing their faces with alcohol and booze to wash down the pain and stresses of school and life. 

You were content with staying home, wanting to open a bag of chips and really experience Netflix and chill. Solo. Alone. By yourself. A lone wolf. Why in the world were you really here at this party? You were a nobody compared to all these wannabes. 

You were fidgety, playing with your fingers to control your anxiety of all these people and the atmosphere. It was so unlike you. Then you remembered. The only reason you were here was because your friend - not really - needed to trade with you the history paper you lent her. She was very persistent to get you to come to her rather than drive her car to your house. You were a very simple girl, you hated teenagers - even though you are one of them - and high school. But why did you dress your best to come to something you cared so little about? You had spent a little more over ten minutes just to pick your shoes! Did this gathering really matter to you?

“Okay y/n you’re gonna go in there and swipe that paper out of her hands and go straight back home. You’re not going to look at the food, not going to be deceived into drinking and you are certainly not going to look at a boy and dance with them because you are better than that,” you spoke aloud to yourself walking up the stairs to the house, getting some cat calls and whistles sent your way. Opening the door you were greeted by a shirtless jock. He dripped with sweat or was that beer? He was dancing as if he was experiencing a seizure.

“Remember what you gotta do, y/n,” that phrase echoed in your head. You crawled past the dancing, then squeezed past the horny animals making out by the bathrooms. “Where the f*ck is she?” Your head whipped back and forth in search for your “friend.” You landed on her doing a chug contest. “Excuse me,” you would say periodically, shoving yourself beside hollering people. You stood beside her and tapped her on the shoulder. She didn’t want to mess with her chugging so she pointed on the table by the drinks. “Thanks.” The table was littered with people f*cking like they were experiencing sex for the first time. Moaning and groaning really wanting nerdy, single people - like yourself - feel very alone and really praying they would get that action tonight. You grabbed your paper having to really pull as there was an a*s cheek of a red haired cheerleader plopped on top of it. You grimaced as you pulled the paper, making note to wash your hands when you have the chance. 

“Now time to go home,” your determined self wiped your jacket getting ready to depart but your e/c eyes caught sight of a delicious looking drink. It was aqua blue with chunks of who knows what fruit in there. It was placed proudly on top of the kitchen counter. 

“Wipe out!” The jock screamed on the top of his lungs, sounding like an alarm. 

You covered your ears, annoyed. A group of teens took their cups and splashed some of the drink inside, enjoying the taste. “Why’s its called wipe out?” You asked the jock. Curious. 

The jock raised his brow, taking you in. 

“Pitiful,” you thought. 

“Its because, babe, there is a secret ingredient in here.” He motioned to you. 

Placing your palm on his chest you pushed him away, “I swear if its your jizz, count me out.”

“Its not, unfortunately, but just try it.”

You looked down and bit your lip. You were having a full out debate in your head, going back and forth with yourself. You had to do this paper. The party side took control of you and you snatched a cup from the table and poured yourself some “Wipe out.” You were totally going to regret this later. 

A boy stood beside you, filling his cup as well. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, he was a cutie. From the way his f-boy, blond hairstyle stood still with either hairspray or gel or who knows what, to his baby blue eyes. Your eyes traveled to his lips. He saw you staring and presented you with a smirk. A sexy smirk at that. You almost fainted! 

“This is bad,” your eyes widened as you felt light headed. You knew you could only keep away for so long. 

“Hey, I know you. You are in my bio class. You always sit up front.” No way this boy was Scott Reed. He was the talk of the school, having to be entwined with the drama of Bryce. “I’m-”

“Scott Reed. I know and I’ve seen you in class.”

“And your name is,” he pondered for a moment. “Y/n l/n.”

Oh dear. You were starting to sweat from the realization that you and Scott were on a knowing name base. That was enough to start something. Something you didn’t want to start because you didn’t know if you could finish it. 

“Wow didn’t think you were into this party life.”

“I’m not,” you took a large chug of your drink and Scott’s face looked disgusted. “What?”

“You’re not supposed to drink it that fast or all of that, for that matter. Okay you may experience being very...high.”

“High?” Yep it was truly a mistake for you step foot into this party. “There were drugs in that drink?”

“...yeah?”

“Scott!”

“Okay yes there was. I think only a little. Also alcohol, of course. It may not effect you though. Each person is different.”

You were feeling already dizzy. The world spinning but in a good way. As if you were on a ride. You were overwhelmed with the feeling of happiness and you were very, terribly hungry. The overpowering, booming music was low and muffled when it traveled through your ears. You were stoned and you wanted to dance. “DaNcE wHiP mE bAbEy.” You staggered back and forth. 

“You sure?” Scott asked, holding onto your arm. 

“Of CoUrSsSsSsSsSsSsSsE sCoTtY mCsNoTtY. GrInD wIf mEh.”

“Alright, if you say so.” Scott and you danced in the living room. 

With the shake of your hips and the pumping of your fists you felt like you were on cloud 9. 

There was a sea of fans, cheering your name.  “Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!”

You performed on stage. Basking in the limelight, the attention. You were a star, a performer. You sang and danced on stage with your backup dancers giving it their all. Everyone in the crowd sang along with you, knowing every word. It was perfection. 

Then you threw up and blacked out. 

The pounding of your head woke you up, your eyes getting adjusted to new lighting. An unfamiliar jacket was on you and you heard the engine of a car. We’re you being kidnapped? You shot up and saw Scott - the boy from earlier - sitting beside you in his car. 

“You are not used to drugs,” he chuckled. 

“What happened?” You laid back calm. You touched your head thinking that was going to stop the pain. 

“You threw up. All over me.”

Eyes widening in horror having the knowledge that you threw up all over the cutest boy in school. That party was cursed. You covered your mouth seeing the stain on his shirt, “I am so sorry Scott. Lets go to Walmart right now, I’ll buy you a new shirt.”

Scott touched your hand to calm you down, “its fine y/n, really. How are you though?”

“Well, lets just say I’m never doing drugs,” you sighed. “I feel really bad for doing that to your shirt. I bet you wish you never met me.”

“I would never wish that. We all make mistakes and to be honest you are the good one out of all of us. Don’t worry about this. You live and learn.” Scott drove to a drug store. “Wait here.”

Waiting for what felt like hours you imagined Scott as your knight in shining armor. You were hating yourself for feeling this way about some boy but you couldn’t help but get butterflies in your stomach when you pictured his eyes, lips, face, and even his smirk in your head. He was like another drug. 

Finally, Scott returned to the car and with him was a couple of bags. “I got you some medicine to help with the mess and the feeling like you’re gonna throw up every minute.”

Scott was a lifesaver!

“I got you medicine also for the pounding in your head. I also got you water and this,” he scooped up a stuffed raccoon (ik this is weird but its the first thing i can think of) placing it in your arms. 

“Aww this is so cute Scott. Thank you for all of this, really I truly appreciate all you’ve done from driving me to getting me these meds. Its means a lot.”

“No problem y/n. I always wanted to accompany a beautiful lady in distress.”

“Well you picked the right one.” Nausea was the symptoms you were feeling at that moment. It was unknown to you if it was the drugs, alcohol, or Scott.

“What are you going to name the little guy?” Scott pretended to pet the fake raccoon. 

You stared at the stuffed animals eyes and knew what the littler vermin would be called. “Veneno. Its means drugs in Latin.”

Scott giggled. His smile making you weak in the knees. “That’s perfect.”

“I know right-” You hurled on the floor beside his car. It was almost like a continuous cycle. You, vomit, him, help. It was compared to a endless waterfall.

“Thats it.” Scott rubbed soothing circles on your aching back. “Let it all out. I’m here for you and not going anywhere.”

Feeling very sick at that moment, you clutched his hand for support. Finishing letting the drugs exit your body, Scott handed you the water bottle. “You know, you’re one of the good ones as well,” you croaked as your throat was burning. 

You drank, letting the cold liquid slide past your throat. Your eyes kept opening and closing. Throwing up takes a lot out of your body. You felt you were used as a punching bag and all you wanted to do was get some sleep.

Scott got in his car and started it. You were a fallen leaf, a wilted flower. Your head fell against Scott’s shoulder - like a dropping petal -  and there you fell asleep. 

“I think its time to take you home,” Scott whispered. 

Starting something with Scott meant something to you. Yes, you may have gotten high at a cheap, smelly party but at least you had the pleasure of meeting a young man who cared. 

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[fireemblem3himagines]

Party Animal [College AU]

Word Count: 1,421 Words Pairing: Claude von Riegan/Reader Summary: Golden Deer House was the party animal house, but... he wasn’t really the drinking type.

A/N: Also posted here on AO3!

Claude’s head was throbbing.

The room smelled amazing, which should’ve been his first clue that he wasn’t in his own bedroom; the last thing he remembered was getting into a shot contest with Hilda, another mistake that he kept making. He wasn’t one to get drunk at parties, even if Golden Deer house was the one that threw them all the time. He disliked getting drunk because he lost all of his important senses, and he preferred to be in control of himself, able to think clearly if he were to get into a bind.

He only drank on rare occasions, and on those rare occasions, he tried to have Hilda watch over him.

He rolls out of the bed as quietly as he can, approaching the bathroom before freezing. This was not his room. He was in unknown territory now. He slowly turned, as though he might find a wild animal in bed next to him rather than another person, but he’s glad to see drunk him still had good taste. He’d seen you around before, you’d rejected joining any of the other houses and had instead started your own that had a handful of people in it, but you’d also attended the party last night. He remembered trying to work up the courage to actually hit on you, which is most likely what had led to-

Oh, fuck, did he ruin his chances with you?

He wasn’t the type to indulge in flings a lot, they could be fun but he just didn’t prefer putting in effort on things that weren’t going to last. He had been genuinely interested in you and getting to know you, and now he can’t even remember if you had a conversation last night before he’d jumped into your bed. He worries about what he might’ve said, he had a tendency to stick his foot in his mouth when he was sober, he can only imagine the word vomit that had come out when he was inebriated. What kind of idiot did he make of himself? Would you want anything to do with him after a one night stand, or would it just be awkward interactions from here on out?

Claude realizes he’s thinking too deeply about something that didn’t matter at the moment, slapping both of his cheeks before entering your small bathroom. He just really needed to wash his face and try to wash the taste of vodka out of his mouth, he hated the shit but it did get him drunk when he needed it to. When he partied, he went all in, something he wouldn’t be doing for another few weeks at least until he’d picked the rest of his dignity up from the walk of shame he’d have to make this morning.

Also, where was his shirt?

As much as he liked staring at himself shirtless, he needed to find that before he headed back to his own dorm. He’s thankful that his phone is in his back pocket, glaring at the nearly depleted battery life, before shooting off a quick text to Hilda.

[Claude – Hey, I think you’re fired from watching me when I party. Am I in my bedroom?] [Hilds – I didn’t realize you were payin me. If thats the case then theres a lot of backpay u owe me] [Claude – I’m on my way back soon. How’s the damage?] [Hilds – Not bad u kno how Annette gets when shes drunk, cleans up after everyone she was the last to leave last night]

Relieved that he at least wasn’t going back to a completely trashed house, just one of the many downsides to being the biggest house who throws all the parties on campus, he stuffed his phone back into his jeans and walked back into your room. He’s horrified to find that you’re awake.

Even with your hair disheveled and make-up from last night a little smeared, you still looked absolutely stunning, and he has to quite literally pick his jaw up off the floor before he can finally speak. You seemed amused at him staring at you,

“So, uh, last night, wild, right?”

‘You sure have a way with words, Claude.’ He thought, mentally beating himself up for not even trying to recover from the embarrassing things that had probably occurred last night.

Claude was trying to pry, you noticed that immediately; he really didn’t remember a thing did he? He’s the one who had insisted on coming back to your dorm, just to see what it looked like, judge your taste, that sort of thing (according to him). He was so drunk he could barely make it when you brought him, which you had decided was only because you didn’t want to leave him at that party. Hilda was inhibited herself, and after letting Marianne know, you’d taken Claude into your own hands; a weird kindness to do for a man you barely knew, but he was cute, and you didn’t want him to get taken advantage of.

“You sound like you want to ask me something, Claude. Just ask! I’m curious to hear what words you’re gonna use.”

“Did we- you know, last night?”

‘Another smooth word choice, casanova. You really have the ladies lining up, don’t you?’

“Are you accusing me of taking advantage of a drunk person?” You tilted your head and smiled, making his head spin. You were really beautiful. Drunk him was an idiot for being so obnoxious and just rushing straight into bed with you when he should’ve savored getting to know you first. He felt like some type of loser saying that, but he’d always had a thing for getting to know the people he liked; he thinks that’s his inner journalist speaking, wanting to get to know the deepest depths of people, but that’s an issue to unpack another day. “Don’t write about me in the school paper, Mr. Journalism major, my reputation would be ruined.”

“Well, I think I can forgive you for now.” He was definitely in the more scandalous position right now.

“Here, you kind of threw this off at 5am after we finally got to sleep.” You handed him his shirt that he had actually tossed across your room last night in his drunken stupor, probably preparing to have sex before his head hit the pillow and he immediately passed out. You did consider sleeping on the floor, but this was your bed, and you were an adult, and HE was the invader, so he could just deal with the fact you’d slept next to him that night.

“You need any aspirin? I was worried I was going to be taking you to the infirmary for alcohol poisoning.”

“No, no, you’ve done enough… thanks, and I’m sorry for anything I might’ve said or done.”

“Well, you just repeated ‘You’re so goddamn beautiful’ over and over again. You were slurring the whole sentence together in the end, but I still understood.” Another dazzling smile is sent his way and it pierces through his heart, he almost wants to go back to the dorm room and cry into Hilda’s bed about what a terrible impression he’d made. “Give me your number.”

“Yeah, I’ll just be- What? Wait. You want my number? Like my phone number?”

“I have a sarcastic comment waiting in the wings, but I need to flirt with you before you get drunk again and my advances have to be cancelled out so I can take care of you. Yes, Claude, I would like your phone number. Just in case you need me again, you know?” You held out your phone for him to take. “Just put it in, if you’re okay with it.”

“Of course I’m okay with it.”

‘Way to sound too eager, now they know you’re single and lonely- You didn’t even know you were lonely until your 5th shot last night.’

You giggled as you took your phone back and the sound made his heart leap out of his chest; oh what he’d do to be back in your bed right now, basking in the afterglow of actually fucking instead of just waking up with a hangover. Now that he has this number, however, he hopes your bed won’t become a stranger- and of course, he planned on properly introducing himself and wooing you before he reached it again.

“I’ll see you soon?”

“Very soon. We have parties every Saturday, and for taking care of the leader, you’ve gotten yourself a VIP ticket to every one of them.”

[nicklangfordmuse]

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

High school is a tough jungle, whether you’re popular or not. When you thought you’d only get into a fight with friends because of social hierarchy, this was the least expected reason for Nick. He’s never really been the smartest guy in class and he admitted that. But there’d be times that he feels like he can do it, and so he gives it a try. Debate. Just a class debate caused him to get kicked out of the lunch table.

“What the hell, guys? It’s just a debate. C minus isn’t gonna kill your chances from graduating high school.” Nick said, laughing as he was he really confused. “We got the lowest grade in class. It’s definitely gonna hurt our grades for the entire year.” Wesley said and Nick rolled his eyes as he’s never really been one to care about his grades. “We can just ask for...special project. Or whatever. It’s just one class.” He tried to reason but the entire table was already ignoring him. Nick was starting to get pissed so he had to call out the person he’s closest to. “Claire? Seriously?” He asked and Claire flared at him. “I could’ve been fine with a B. You should’ve just kept your mouth shut, Nick.” She said and Nick wasn’t in the mood to convince them anymore. And so, he left the table. Looking around, he tried to find a seat but he couldn’t find anywhere to fit in. Going around, he stopped at the table that had less people and saw a familiar face.

“Hey.” He said, grinning awkwardly as he was holding onto his tray of sandwich and Gatorade.

The girl smiled at him awkwardly, giggling like a Disney princess. “Hey.” She said, putting her pen down as she was writing something. Nick looked down but tried to respect her privacy when he saw that it was a journal. He looked away and cleared his throat, not sure where this was heading.

“You look...lost. Are you...okay?” She suddenly asked and Nick had to chuckle. “I...I guess. I don’t know where to stay. My friends are being total assholes.” He admitted, shaking his head. “If they’re acting like assholes, then I guess friends isn’t the right term for them.” She said, pushing her tray to the side as she moved as well. “You could...stay here. With me.” She added and Nick grinned at her, putting his tray down. “Uhm...yeah. Thanks, Katrina. Just...don’t mind me. I’m gonna eat my butt hurt and...you can continue with what you’re doing.” He said, opening his sandwich as he started eating. She continued writing on her journal while eating her perfectly cut strawberries in half.

Nick munched on his sandwich, letting his anger out in every bite. Unintentionally, he was making a mess, bread crumbs falling as the sauce was dripping. Not only that but the pieces of bacon and shredded cabbage were falling on the table. Turning to his side, he saw Katrina looking at him in disbelief. Realizing that his eating was disturbing, Nick started laughing. Surprisingly, Katrina just laughed along.

“I’m...I’m sorry. I promise. I don’t eat like this all the time. Just...when I’m stress eating. And...I mean, this sandwich isn’t even stacked well. Like...the lunch lady was too lazy to even align it well, you know.” Nick tried to explain and Katrina just kept giggling at him. He grinned at her and laughed too. “Why are you laughing? What’s so funny?” He asked curiously and Katrina shook her head. “It’s just funny how you’re blaming the lunch lady for misaligning your sandwich. You could easily just eat the sandwich gently.” She explained and Nick laughed, putting his sandwich down. “I’m stress eating. I told you.” He said, taking a sip of his Gatorade to wash all the sandwich in his mouth.

Katrina looked at him, curious as to what’s going on in that head of his. Why didn’t he have a table to sit in when he usually sat with Claire and the others? “What are you so stressed about?” She asked and Nick swallowed first before answering her. “My asshole frie—“ He paused, remembering what Katrina said earlier. “Just...ex-friends who rejected me because I lost the debate for our team.” He explained, eating his sandwich carefully this time, putting it down after to clean the rest of his dirt from earlier. “I’m not that smart, you know that. We have a class together, right? But...I just thought I’d share some effort so that I would feel like I deserve the grade they’re giving my team. And so...I volunteered to battle in the final debate and...well, not surprisingly, I lost. I lost hard. I just thought I understood my team’s stand but I ended up siding with the other team so...C minus. And...I’m out of the lunch table.” He explained more, taking another sip of his drink. Turning to her, Nick saw that Katrina was listening. Like, she was ACTUALLY listening to him and it felt weird. His thoughts were that important?

“Anyway. I don’t want to think about that. They’re just a bunch of babies.” He said, putting his sandwich down before turning to her again. “What are you writing there?” He asked curiously but Katrina subtly closed her notebook. “Just...a daily journal. I like to keep notes on a lot of things and...that includes my mind, productivity, the day’s weather, song of the day...” She tried to explain but Nick quickly cut her off, finding something interesting. “What’s your song of the day?” He asked and Katrina pressed her lips together. Opening her notebook, she stared at it before letting out a sigh and closing it again. “Sadly, I don’t have anything yet. I guess...it’ll just have to wait till I get home.” She said, eating more of her strawberries. “You got a car?” He asked and she shook her head. “I’m taking the test next week. My dad said I still need practice, especially with parking.” Nick finished his sandwich and drank his gatorade as he nodded at her. “Alright. You can ride with me. I’m using my mom’s car. She works closer to home, anyway.” He shared, putting his phone down near her. “Put your number in. I’ll call you after my last class.” He added and Katrina was completely surprised. This was all happening so fast and she couldn’t believe this was all actually happening. She awkwardly held the phone and started typing her number. It felt weird to be holding his phone when she’s only seen him use it a lot. Once she was done, she gave it back to him and Nick saved her number.

Seeing the time on his phone, he remembered something. “Okay. I’m sorry to be leaving so soon but...I have to go. I still haven’t done my chemistry homework and I’m sure those guys won’t let me copy anymore.” He explained, getting up as Katrina nodded at him. “I’ll call you later. Thanks again!” He said, jogging away from the table and Katrina just looked at him with an awkward but satisfied smile. Nick will drive her home later.

Last period came and Katrina didn’t really put her hopes up. What if Nick forgot and she was just waiting for nothing? She walked out of the classroom with Polly and her best friend spoke about the neighbor she has that always mows the lawn shirtless. Katrina was so distracted, slowing her walk down as she didn’t want to get close to the door to get out of school. Just before they got there, her phone rang. She stopped, feeling her heart race. “Who’s that?” Polly questioned and Katrina couldn’t control the grin and blush on her face. “It’s Nick.” She said under her breath and Polly was so surprised. “Nick? Langford? Your crush?” She asked, chuckling as her best friend was just blushing hard. “Why is he calling you?” Katrina stared at her phone, feeling her heart race more. “He...Uhm...offered for drive me home. I don’t know. We just...shared a table earlier so...” she explained but the feeling is so much more than that. “Well, what are you waiting for? Answer the phone!” Polly said excitedly for her best friend. But before she could, the girls were interrupted by a voice.

“Yeah, Katrina. Answer the phone. Why you keeping me on hold?” Nick asked playfully before chuckling at the girl. She turned to him, trying to control her blush. “Uhm...I just...I thought you forgot.” She admitted as Nick ended the call and showed his screen to her. “Nope. Got it on alarm.” He said, smiling before realizing she was with someone. “Oh, Uhm...are you...riding with someone else?” He asked curiously but Polly answered for her. “No, no, no. She’s...free for the day. She can ride with you.” Polly said, pushing her best friend closer to Nick. “Anyway, I gotta go...meet my hottie neighbor.” She used as an excuse, signalling for Katrina to call her after.

“Ready?” Nick asked and Katrina nodded at him as they walked out together to where his car is. It was a simple sedan but she’s not gonna complain at all. Getting in the car, Nick fastened his seatbelt before pulling his phone out. “You gotta give me directions. I’ve never been to your house.” He said jokingly with a laugh. Connecting his phone to the cord as he tried to look for something. Katrina was curious but when a song started playing, her heart raced. She could feel the shivers running down every bone in her body.

“Lionel Richie, Easy. My mom says whenever she listens to this song, it reminds her of my dad. And the best way to listen to this is in your car, windows down with the good weather and just enjoying the drive.” He said as it started playing and Nick opened the windows. He started driving and letting Katrina guide him through the roads.

She couldn’t explain it. Right now, she’s inside of Nick’s car, seeing the real him, not the guy the school knows but the guy who grew up with a single mother. Thankfully, she didn’t have ballet training today or else, she wouldn’t have experienced the best afternoon of her life. Watching and listening to Nick sing the song quietly, she could feel her heart curling into a ball more and more for him. This is definitely a crush thats gonna be hard to get over.

Once they got to her house, Nick turned the sounds off and looked at her. “How’s that for song of the day?” He asked and Katrina pressed her lips together and nodded. “It’s perfect. Thank you.” She said sincerely and Nick gave her a bow playfully. “Thanks for letting me sit with you. And...making my day better. I knew I needed a reason to listen to that song again.” He said and Katrina smiled at her before remembering her parents. She couldn’t be spotted out like this with a guy her parents barely know. “I...I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said and Nick nodded, giving her a wave and watching as she got inside her house before driving away.

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a list of my entirely way too niche headcanons ive actually implemented for everyones imagination:

name options ive used and refuse to retire: david elizabeth strider (sometimes i dont feel like being a douche to others and saying thats not his name), harley davidson strider, and david james strider for the sake of simplicity

im not gonna tell yall the like. oc exes ive given him bc thatll take eighteen years. 

i dont rlly have an explanation on the ghost thing besides the fact he just can? ive occasionally pulled from family ghost stories and experiences bc i somehow got landed with family members who lived in a haunted house for a decade and enjoy scaring me with all the stories (including the time my cousin literally died on the kitchen floor from a bronchial spasm and one of the friends that was over asked my aunt later what was up with the old man she saw in the corner of the room that night - my cousin is fine btw shes just a huge bitch and a third grade teacher and i dont like her)

whether or not hes done drugs is based on absolutely nothing besides how im feeling in that moment. either hes the designated driver and sober friend forever or he got fired from his job after doing a line at work during graveyard with some random customers theres no inbetween (this absolutely happened @ waho. if dave works at waho hes a mess of a person and thats on the diner itself.)

ok look i hc dave w/schizophrenia besides when i was 14 i had a hyperfixation with learning about it and then at 16 was prescribed a medication and had side effects so wack my therapist genuinely thought 14 yr old me was onto something and its a weird way to cope with the idea that lady put in my head that i might “develop it in my twenties” which i turn 20 this year and i havent been able to stop obsessing and panicking over the prospect so PLEASE dont come in my inbox calling me ableist im not out here all harley quinn in suicide squad with the voices ok hes medicated, he goes to therapy, the hard fast delusion that lil cal was nearly sentient and informed bro of every single thing dave did no matter how asinine it was is no longer a debilitatingly affecting him ANYWAYS

i actually use the chicken/egg farming family pretty often just because its hilarious to me to give dave like. an actual mom and dad. hes literally an uncle to like three different kids he just never visits because they make fun of his skinny jeans and he hates one of his (incredibly bare-bones ocs all of them) brothers who threatened to bash his head in with a little league bat after dave broke his star wars lego set apart on accident (but not rlly) so their parents were like “why dont you stay with your brother in the big city for a lil while champ” and then they just never picked him back up? and thats on favoritism 

the other one is that his name is actually david reed and hes the middle child of a family of three who literally live the standard golden retriever white middle class life only they went to disney land or something equally as dumb one year when dave was like 6 and he wandered off so bro literally just went “huh free game” because frankly he was an idiot who thought maybe i should take this kid home because its real dangerous in parking lots and then it was too late to NOT have it seem like a kidnapping and thats why daves never had a summer job, seen his birth certificate, or gone to school. but vaguely remembers what kindergarten was like and having a pet dog and calling someone mom as a kid. 

im not making a bullet point about his sex life headcanons just use your imagination and acknowledge the fact bro essentially worked within the sex industry and i enjoy putting dave through trauma as a catharsis 

i stopped doing this one usually but if he did go to school hes been in percussion since fifth grade and played the drums in his high schools jazz band as well as various edgy teenager garage bands he likes to pretend dont have a youtube presence and that hes absolutely never been shirtless in front of plenty of his classmates because he wore a hoodie to a show like an idiot. idk occasionally ill put him in an actual band he doesnt hate but keeps separate from his lil turntechGodhead internet persona (which i will ALSO touch upon in a sec) until they wind up getting looped into a tour with some bigger named band that has a show in *insert beta kid here*’s city and hes gotta come clean solely so he can visit his online friend. sorry derseasterous thats the one time weve ever run into each other and i made him have a crush on one of his bandmates i was in my anti-daverose phase where i made dave a hoe and also didnt want to admit i still loved the ship all these years later 

i hate it so much but you know the whole vr loli trap voice shit that was popular a while ago? hes fucking baller at it for some reason. he did it as a joke while talking to bro and they both about shat their pants. if im feeling real ambitious, hes got a separate soundcloud solely dedicated to doing dumbass rap covers or making his own but in the voice under the pseudonym elizabeth “beth” davids that he will never admit is his. well, he will, but hes gonna be really fucking embarrassed about it. irony or not.

talking abt seperate soundclouds and stuff ive always had it where turntechGodhead was his like. essentially internet fucking persona facade shit he used because we all had that phase where we wanted memorable urls and stuff but also didnt want to totally ignore the nagging fear of people finding you in real life, until it turned into real life ppl finding you on the internet. so he also has basically an adjacent set of social media under the same name but its just a boring username i havent decided on so everyone he knows irl doesnt mix up with what hes made for himself as TG and the people he knows as TG dont know what highschool he goes to. (this occasionally comes with the territory of ppl on parp being pissed that daves “lying” or “hiding things” from his friends as if he was doing it out of spite instead of just keeping embarrassing tagged photos and videos from football games or when he ate shit at the skatepark from fucking with his “rap career”)

every once in a while i get on a kick where hes just german. like, i just replace houston texas with hamburg germany and have him apply to a university in whatever state is applicable for whoever im chatting with and it goes from there? sometimes he moved when he was little and went through the whole visa thing, sometimes he didnt go through the visa thing, sometimes hes a dual citizen because of family and shit, its all dependent on what suits the situation best. 

one that ive been fucking with for a while but hardly break out (until recently with like 5 roses in the span of one day hell yeah) is that he has a neighbor at the end of the hall who is like a thousand year old witch lady that hes basically adopted as his mother figure in lieu of not having one and shes totally cool with it, especially bc when she kicks the bucket she fully plans on giving dave all her occult stuff so her figure-skating coach and realtor daughter doesnt sell it at a garage sale and lets it all go to waste. she also once brought rose up by name in a conversation without any prompting of her existence which dave didnt realize for days, and then one time cryptically stopped and stared at an empty space in the wall, went “she has potential, you know.” then looked at him sitting on her kitchen counter with a smile “lots of it” and hes thought about that weekly ever since. (it is important to note one of the occult items he leaves her is literally her own personal book of shadows shes been filling out for decades its like a 600 page leatherbound book dave has no idea what its used for but the sheer amount of homemade spells and etc in it is like. gonna murder rose the second this chick gets her hands on it i promise you.)

theres the standard strife shit? im not rlly gonna get into those theyre all basically cookie cutter bullshit. its just standard bro and dave abuse talk. i like to inclulde the whole 24hr live cam up in the apartment that definitely watches dave in every room besides his own and the bathroom, but that quickly delves into the prospect of middle-aged men stalking him online and basically sexually harassing him in his own god damn home by talking about how they can see him just trying to take his shoes off in the living room after getting home and frankly? its not one of my best takes! but once you throw it into the headcanon bin, its there forever. 

he actually really does do something with his photography but not enough to warrant anything exciting, but he has his own branding for it and regularly takes pictures of his friends or anything else he thinks is moderately interesting enough to take pictures of, but those are just thrown into shoeboxes under his bed in favor of posting genuine shots because he wants to keep his image intact and blurry photos of jade smiling in the tree they climbed up together while bec paws at the base of it while whining isnt exactly something he wants the whole world to see.

i also pretty often but him into either paleontology OR i put him down as trying to become a mortician because he thinks handing roadkill once he graduated from museum giftshop specimens to doing his own taxidermy on the side has prepared him enough to perform an occasional autopsy and start embalming real human corpses. (sometimes i put my own desires in and make them his bc i have to project at some point and put him through the same EMT course i dropped out of bc it was one semester and he already has pretty decent first aid skills, but he definitely didnt expect it to be as fucking wild at times as it is, but whats he gonna do? get a job back at waffle house? the company hes working for just offered to pay like half his associates in paramedicine tuition and hes already got all his pre-recs done when he started for paleo. at least its a stable job and hes got the ability to be compassionate in the moment) 

im running out of things that ive done to the poor kid. OH 

hes not a virgin he had a girlfriend all four years of high school (shes also one of his optional and designated exes plz keep up) and their relationship ends in one of two ways: she dies in a car accident a week before their high school graduation, or she stops talking to him entirely a week after their high school graduation until a couple years later she gets into (guess what) a car accident with her current wife/girlfriend and dies which leaves behind their daughter. who just so happens to also be daves daughter. her name is hannah and i love her like my own but no one ever likes her and thats on the conditioning of dirk. does dave end up taking her in? yes. shes awesome and the first time he takes her to the park to like run off some fucking steam she disappears for two minutes and dave is moderately terrified until she comes back holding a dead baby squirrel and thats the moment he realizes huh maybe things really do be genetic.

ok at the bottom of the list im gonna add the couple of times hes been a camboy which usually coincides with the live apartment cam thing and the amount of people in his dms calling him hot or whatever, but typically its more of a started the day he turned 18 and basically dipped around 20 in favor of showing up randomly with no warning to complain about a video game dick in hand because it gives him an outlet that wont annoy his friends bc this is the fifteenth time hes had a lot to say this week about a certain boss battle and also the comments fuel his ego and daddy issues.

the last one wasnt the bottom but literally unless its explicitly proven otherwise every time anyone rps with me there is the underlying fact dave strider was a goalie on his high school lacrosse teams all four years and (shocker another one) definitely had the hots for one of his teammates like major hots like first gay experience hots. like it was painfully obvious that teammate also liked him back hots. like one night at a team sleepover one of the other guys was like can yall just makeout and get it over with were fucking tired and dave really had the balls to be offended and ask what the fuck they were talking about while literally sitting halfway in the mans lap bc for some reason they had to share the same chair. 

he is also guilty until proven innocent of being the worlds biggest loner outside of that sports team and even though hes literally a jock he still opts to eat his lunch alone in the hallway or something like that and has a tendency to leave girls on read, but bc hes got an in with the rest of the jocks hes basically drug around to plenty of parties and since hes conventionally attractive enough and popular in the aloof way that he is, hes got plenty of tagged insta posts and twitter directs and snapchat streaks going. 

THESE WERE ALL NO GAME AND DONT INVOLVE SHIPS BC I LIKE TO KEEP MY OPTIONS OPEN AND THEYRE LITERALLY ALL BASED OFF RPS IVE DONE I HOPE YALL JUDGE ME ACCORDINGLY

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concept: (bullets era/van days) the band gets back from tour and they park the van in front of the way family home. ray goes home to his mom. bob goes back to chicago to see his parents for a little while. but frank just... stays? the first night gerard mikey and frank hang out and smoke weed and watch movies and it's weird but it's okay. they all fall asleep in gerards room. gerard on the floor. mikey in gerards bed. frank on the small couch in the corner. when gerard wakes up frank isnt in the room anymore and the longer he lays there the less likely it seems that he got up to pee or something. gerard goes upstairs. his mom has made coffee for them. he can hear the radio on in her room upstairs. he knows he can smoke inside - but he's so used to hotels and having to go out for a smoke, that it feels more comfortable to go out for one. its a grey morning. the clouds are low and it makes gerard feel claustrophobic with the weight of the possibility of rain. as he sits on the front steps, he spots frank, or rather, he spots frank's legs, dangling out of the back of the open van doors. he goes to invesigate.

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frank is smoking a cigarette too, staring up at the ceiling of the van. "do you want to be alone?" gerard asks. frank shakes his head and scoots over so gerard can sit next to him. franks nails are chipped. so chipped. gerard eyes jagged black shapes on franks nails as frank takes a drag off his cigarette.

they smoke in silence. when franks cigarette burns down to filter, gerard hands him another one.

"i wish tour didnt have to end." he admits.

"i know. me too." gerard says

a few cigarettes later mikey comes out with a trash bag and a joint. they clean the empty water bottles. empty chip bags. spent lighters. one of bobs flannels that some drunk fan puked all over at their last show. frank collects an entire sandwhich bag of guitar picks. theyre probably all ray's but neither of the way brothers say anything. they leave all the windows rolled down to air out the smell of stale smoke and beer.

eventually gerard makes frank come back inside the house. he gets nailpolish remover and black polish from his mom's bathroom. mikey smokes in silence as gerard does frank's nails.

"it's like, if i go home. its over." frank says

"so stay here for awhile." mikey suggests.

gerard accidentally paints a line of black nailpolish across franks fingers.

frank stays. a few nights later, frank is still moping around the way house, quiet and contemplative, and gerard knows he's still upset about tour. he suggests they take the van for a spin, hoping the familiarty will give frank some closure. mikey's helping their mom with something so he stays behind.

frank is quiet on the drive. they stop at a burger joint for milkshakes. they take them back to the van and drink them in the back. its too easy to get in. gerard doesnt have to crawl around amps and guitar cases and water bottles and backpacks full of sweaty clothes.

"what do you miss the most about tour?" gerard asks when theyre settled.

"the band." frank says after a moment of deliberation, "everyone else in the world... is so boring. i just wanna be with you guys."

"i said we should all get a place together?" gerard reminds, he can't not. "and we can jam when we get back to my house. i'm sure mikey would be down."

frank just sighs.

gerard takes another sip off his milkshake, frustrated that nothing he's done all week seems to have helped frank.

"thanks, gee." frank says.

"for what?" gerard asks, more bitterly than he means to.

frank doesnt answer. "the other thing i'm gonna miss about tour," frank says instead, "is you."

gerard turns to look at him and then franks in his space, kissing the shit out of him, pressing him into the side of the van. his lips are cold from the milkshake. his tongue is cold. he tastes like a fucking strawberry milkshake. every other time theyve kissed they were drunk or on stage, or on some kind of post-show high. without any of those variables gerard doesnt know what to do exactly. his milkshake is starting to freeze his fingers so he tries to put it down carefully. as frank climbs into his lap something clicks, somewhere in the back of gerards mind. frank needs this. he can't throw himself around on stage, and it's making him crazy. he needs the release. he needs the sweat and the music and the energy. and. the attention. (fucking scorpio twink.) but if thats what itll take to get frank to stop moping around, gerard might be able to work something out for him.

"here?" gerard manages to ask around franks lips. the parking lot is too well lit for this. the burger joint is a fucking family establishment.

they agree. not here. gerard takes frank home and they hook up properly in the basement. metal guitars blare from gerards stereo. he hopes the lock on the door still fucking works. they take it real fuckin slow. gerard kisses every single one of franks tattoos. afterwards, gerard is more comfortable in his own bed than he ever remembers being in a hotel bed. frank falls asleep in his arms, still shirtless, with his jeans unbuttoned and low on his hips. gerard listens to the blaring music for awhile longer, smoking, ashing directly onto the floor beside the bed, and feeling all contemplative and shit. frank makes home feel like, well, home. mikey doesnt come down to hang out. he wonders if mikey knew they were going to hook up when gerard hadnt seen it coming at all himself.

the next morning frank is up and dressed when gerard wakes up, and it makes gerard all too aware of how in-his-boxers he still is. before gerard can even say good morning frank sits on the edge of the bed and starts talking a mile a minute. he says he should really go home and see his mom. he's stayed too long. he knows gerard probably wants some fucking space after an actual month of being with the band.

"but you'll come back in a few days right?" gerard asks when he can get a word in.

frank looks away.

"right?" gerard asks again. a pang of worry that he somehow fucked this up threatens his otherwise calm/satisfied mind.

"frank." gerard presses. he reaches for the sleeve of frank's hoodie & pulls. frank turns back toward him. a huge smile plastered across his stupidly pretty face.

"yeah." frank says, smugly, "i'll come back."

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The thing about Loving you pt2

Lance woke up his head was pounding and his eyes felt like they had been dunked in sand and put back in his head to see what stuck. The light was different and he had to rub his eyes and squint to realize the blinds were closed and he wasn’t in his bed.  

Lance bolted upright trying not to panic as he clutched a blue knit blanket to his chest and looked around him. The room he was in was bare aside from a single small photo on one wall with a door to the bathroom that was shut and a white dresser and was that a dog bed? Lance was lost the last thing he remembered was being at the welcoming party and drinking strawberry wine with Kincaid...But Kincaid didn’t have a dog did he?  Then an even worse thought struck Lance. 

He closed his eyes before lifting the blankets up to see if he was wearing clothes. To his surprise he was settled into a pair of sweatpants and he lifted the waistband nervously Still has his kitten covered boxers on. His party clothes were sitting folded neatly and then he notices the hoodie big and black with the gold lettering that spells out Classic. 

OH No. 

Only one Person on the Atlas he knows owns a hoodie with the word Classic and a dog bed. It’s not for a dog thugh more like a giant Black space wolf. 

“SHIT.” Lance murmurs panic filling his chest.

“Nice of you to join the land of the living” Keith says standing in the door of his bathroom. He is wearing a pair of identical sweats to Lance’s and he’s topless. His shoulders are large and relaxed the muscles seem to stretch as he towels the ends of his hair. 

“W-what are you doing here Mullet?” Lance asks as he pulls the blanket up over his shoulders almost as if to hide the evidence of his hoodie being anywhere on his body. 

“This is my room Lance.” Keith chuckles and leans against the door looking at Lance with the violet eyes that Lance had fallen for a long time ago. The thing with Lance was he knew he had feelings for Keith. He knew what the little twist in his gut meant when Keith touched him during training, he knew what it meant when Keith looked at him and he felt all his skin tingling just at the very idea of him looking. 

“I tho-”Lance starts his cheeks are pink 

“That you went home with Kincaid?” Keith scoffs and turns back into the bathroom and grabs his toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth he turns back to look at Lance. 

Lance watches Keith’s toothbrush with almost a sadness. That toothbrush had gotten closer to Keith than he ever would. Keith turns to spit in the sink and Lance watches his adams apple wanting more than anything to press his chapped lips there and see what kind of noise he could draw from the black paladin. 

“He found me as I was leaving, asked me to take you to your room. I couldn’t remember which one it was. Thus we ended up here.” He steps forward tossing his towel into the bathroom and turning off the light in one smooth step and Lance closes his eyes trying to remember. 

He remembers coming in to Keith’s room how Kosmo had been sleeping and how he had suddenly blipped out. 

“Did I send Kosmo away?”

Keith snorts and it’s one of the snorts that Lance likes the one where he’s smiling and trying not to be insulting at the same time,” You mean before or after you called him Ka-Floof, and tried to touch him while he’s sleeping on his back?” 

Lance pulls the blankets up over his head and groans loudly as Keith smiles crossing his arms.

“is there anything else I need to apologize for now?” he asks Keith while he’s stashed carefully away under the blankets. 

“I carried you here. Changed your clothes. Tucked you in.” 

“YOU CHANGED MY CLOTHES” Lance shouts and throws the blankets down and he looks at Keith who is standing over the bed arms crossed smiling softly. 

“Yes. I quote,’Kif the buttons are mean.’ you were fucking helpless.” 

Kif. Oh god. He’d said the one name he’d sworn to god he would never ever speak out loud to Keith ever. The one the little kids called him that he thought was so cute and freaking dumb but it fit,” Is there any other reason I shouldn’t melt into a puddle right now?” Lance asks quietly and Keith sits down on the bed his back to Lance. 

He is quiet. His back is full of scars that Lance has seen before. Each one is different some are pink and long others are pale like his skin and blend in. Keith takes a deep breath,” You asked if I hated you...” his shoulders don’t move but Lance can see him counting time on his wrist.

Every single cell of Lance is screaming to reach forward and ask if Keith answered him last night. IF somehow in his drunken idiocy he had actually done something beautiful and wonderful and like what he wanted. He reaches forward to try to see if thats the case but Keith door slides open and Shiro steps in his eyes are wide as he looks between the two boys Keith sitting head hung on the end of the bed 

“Uh...Am I interrupting something?” Shiro asks his voice is hesitant. Kosmo whines and Shiro winches at the sound,” Kosmo won’t stop whining.” 

“Did you take him on his morning run?” Keith asks getting up as the wolf bounds into the room to greet him. 

“I tried but he kept blipping around and I was nervous I’d lose him. Lance are you Alright?” Shiro asks stepping up to the bed to touch Lance’s forehead in a very paternal manner. 

“Just a little hungover Right Buddy?” Keith offers for him and Lance looks at him and then at Shiro who frowns not to pleased with the idea of him drinking. 

“Yeah...I’m just gunna get going. Have you seen my shoes?” 

“’Gone’”  Keith says pulling a t-shirt over his head making Lance turn away. 

“Shoes don’t just disappear Keith.” Lance grumbles looking through the stack of neatly folded clothes.” 

“’Magic. Kif. Magic.’” Keith whispered as he passed and Lance gasped because it brought back a clip of a memory.  Keith handing him a pair of pants and him struggling with the button and then Keith coming forward to undo the button for him. His hands had lingered on Lance’s hips as he carefully handed him the sweatpants and then that’s it. 

“Keith wait.” Lance calls shyly wanting to ask him suddenly unsure. 

Keith stops and turns to look at Lance his hands tangled in the coarse fur of Kosmo. “ Just make sure you wash them okay?” 

“Okay...” and then Keith is gone but Lance is wondering. Did they maybe? Wouldn’t he know if they had?

***

He was sitting in the Kitchen with Hunk after he’d changed and done all the important coalition duties he’d needed to. Well more like Lance was laying on the kitchen Island with Hunk mixing ingredients on his belly in one of his big metal bowls. 

“Why are you moping on my counter?” Hunk asked as he cracked an egg

“ I think I may have slept with Keith....” Lance mumbles covering his eyes with his hands not willing to look at the yellow paladin as he confesses. 

“ YOU DID WHAT?”

“I Don't know if I actually did or not okay!?!” Lance huffs and he looks at Hunk and then he tells Him exactly how he woke up how Keith was showering how he was dressed and the two little bits he does remember and Hunk listens all the while pouring and measuring spices and adding them to whatever he is making in this said bowl. 

“Lance I hate to break it to you but I don’t think you slept with Keith.” Hunk says as he leans back against the counter and looks at his friend content to let whatevers in the bowl just sit. “It sounds like Keith was 100% a gentleman and you asked him if he hated you. “ 

Lance swallows and looks down at the hoodie the gold Lettering and black was hard to pass up because of how comfy it was and warm. It smelled like Keith too. 

“So...what do I do Hunk?” Hunk looks at Lance and then at the bowl on the counter and at Lance’s hoodie. 

“You go ask.” 

***

Lance is standing outside Keith’s door with this little bag of terrible shaped treats for Kosmo. He’s wearing a different shirt that doesn't have buttons and jeans but he still looks nice. Keith’s clothes are sitting in a little black bag he borrowed from Hunk and he looks at the door worried that maybe he’s being dumb. 

He raises his hand to the door and knocks closing his eyes and waiting. Theres a soft curse as Keith opens the door and Kosmo’s snout sticks out between the door and the hallway. 

“Lance?” 

“Hi....Can I come in?” 

Keith takes a moment and then he opens the door inviting Lance into the space which is dark. The whole room is lit by Christmas lights around the floor that he didn't notice this morning. 

“ This is neat..” Lance remarks referring to the lighting and Keith shrugs taking a seat on the bed where He’s been not more than a few hours ago shirtless,” I brought Kosmo treats...and your clothes...” 

Keith looks at both articles and then at Lance like they are some sort of Alien offering and Lance sets them awkwardly on the dresser. Before he goes to sit next to Keith on the bed. Keith is softer looking somehow. His entire posture is relaxed almost like he'd just needed time to soften into this shape of Keith. Lance nervously bites his fingers. 

“Keith?” 

“Yes Lance?” 

Lance looks at Keith's face and he can se the calm purple of his eyes and how Keith is watching him waiting patient,” D-did we..Did we maybe...”

“Did we what Lance?”Keith prods gently.

“Did we have sex last night?” Lance blurts his fingers go to his mouth and he bites down hard on the tips nervous and ashamed for even asking this dumb question. Would someone like Keith even touch him?

“I told you you shouldn’t do that.” Keith sighs reaching up and taking the hand that’s in Lance’s mouth out. He doesn’t wipe the saliva off he simply just pulls the fingers into his and starts rubbing circles into his skin. The action is so soothing and domestic it makes Lance ache,” No Lance. I got you a pair of pants and I tried to help you put them on and you said you could handle it..Then I tucked you into bed. I laid down with you, and you asked if I hated you...” Keith’s voice was soft like he was holding onto the details of the story for himself. He sounded sad about the last part. 

“Are you mad at me?” Lance asks because he can't help it. He feels so insecure and heres Keith rubbing circles in his hand willing to fill in wherever he asks. 

Keith closes his eyes and shakes his head softly his voice is soft,” It’s hard for me to ever really be mad at you.” 

“Then why do you look so sad Keith?” Lance can’t help it he reaches over and grabs the other boys chin. There are tears falling out of the corners of Keith’s eyes. 

“Because I’m an idiot.” He responds his voice is sure 

“Says the one who didn’t get drunk of their ass and end up having to apologize.” Lance scoffs and theres a smile but the tears just seem to flow harder,” Keith what did I say?” 

“Nothing.” His bottom lip trembles and Lance’s heart feels like it’s breaking into pieces. 

“Well did you respond to me?” Lance asks and Keith’s face is a mix of pain and just wanting to admit it. Slowly he nods. Lance just wants Keith. He wants to pull him into the space of his arms and just not let go. 

“You fell asleep though.” 

Lance blinks and he realizes why Keith might cry. Had he said something important had he said something meaningful that he wanted Lance to know...” You could tell me now you know...” Lance offers and he makes a show of looking around the room under the bed and through the bathroom. “ It is just us. “ 

Keith closes his eyes and bows his head into his lap. His words are soft,” I told you how much I love you...” 

Lance sits there his brain clicking into overdrive. KEITH KOGANE LOVED HIM? The man who teased him infinitely and said he could die in a hole when he fucked up. The one who carefully carried him from a party and dressed and cared for him. Sure he’d loved Keith for years. He’d pictured kissing him, sleeping next to him and numerous other activities. But to finally have those activities, be a possible reality? 

Lance couldn’t tell who reached for who first. Keith was still holding his hand moving with small circles and then He was looking at Lance his face clear. Then his nose was bumping Keith’s jaw as he was trying to kiss his cheek but Keith wanted something else. He sought Lance’s lips like a dying man sought water and Lances couldn’t satisfy the the thirst. 

Their lips made sloppy sounds that made Lance more turned on then any porno he'd ever watched and Keith’s fingers found their way to his hair and he couldn’t help but groan because Keith was warm and in his lap and more than willing to his touch. When they drew away Keith’s eyes were closed and he was panting 

“Were idiots.” Keith panted 

“Excuse you.” Lance snorted

“ Your telling me you didn’t feel that?” Keith asked

“ I was waiting for you to catch up.” Lance teased 

Their laughter filled the room and Keith pulled lance into his lap,” Call me that stupid name.” Keith pleads 

“Keef?” 

“No the other one.” 

“Kif.” Lance says laughing as he is settled firmly into Keith’s lap. 

“Yup. That’s it. You heard him Kosmo. He’s drunk. He’s stuck here.” 

Kosmo rolls his eyes and curls up on the bed while the two boys hunker into Keith’s bed. This time both of them are sober. Theres no secrets. No hurt feelings. Just two boys in love and a space wolf. 

[phandomsecretvalentines]

(darling don't be afraid) i will love you

Happy late-vday-early-bday @ryn-exe (can’t tag?)!!! Hope u enjoy, soz if it’s not good but i’m not so amazing(phil)

This is 2.1k words. There’s a bit of dream-violence (not in detail) and a lot of anxiety and fear so if u don’t like that stuff!! Tell me!!!! And i’ll write something else for you, i don’t mind. (You didn’t say anything i wasn’t supposed to write but idk). I’d describe this as hurt/comfort i think lmaooo

Basic summery i wrote fo myself: Dan and Phil, and how they deal with each other’s 3am fears (2009 vs 2018, now)

From a pitch-hitter 💓💓

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[Saturday; 10.26.09; 03:37]

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Dan<33 (03:37): phil? :[

Phil (03:45): Yrha

Phil (03:47): Sorry!! Yeah**

Phil (03:47): Why are you up so early/late?? I barely woke up

Dan<33 (03:49): sorry i woke you :/

Dan<33 (03:50): my parents went away for a bit and i’m home alone and i cant turn off the lights cuz im too scared

Dan<33 (03:51): and i can’t sleep so bad even hugging pillow cant help mee :[[

Dan<33 (03:52): so im sitting in the hallway with every light im the house on alone in just my pants

Dan<33 (03:52): and i was a idiot and missed you so i woke you up at so late and now ur gonna hate me crap

Dan<33 (03:52): sorry

Phil (03:53): I’ll never ever hate you dan!!! <<33333333333333

Phil (03:53): I’m sorry ur so scared :[[ I wish I was there to be strong and protect u again

Dan<33 (03:54): i wish you were here too

Phil (03:54): :[ <3

Dan<33 (03:58): CDAP PHIL I THINK I HESRF A GHOST

Dan<33 (03:58): IR MONSTER

Dan<33 (03:58): FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Phil (03:59): Dan oh my gosh are you okay??

Dan<33 (04:00): yeah i think but

Dan<33 (04:00): i heard something phil

Dan<33 (04:01): im scared

Dan<33 (04:02): i can’t believe im 18 and i’m actually sobbing out of fear alone and naked in a hallway over a fucking noise

Dan<33 (04:02): to my boyfriend

Dan<33 (04:02): on skype

Dan<33 (04:03): fuck

Phil (04:03): Dan :[[ i’m so sorry

Dan<33 (04:04): it’s not your fault

Phil (04:04): Want me to call you??? (If u want)

Dan<33 (04:05): can we skype instead?

Dan<33 (04:05): i want to see your face plz <3

Dan<33 (04:05): if thats okay

Phil (04:06): That’s fine! One sec plz :]

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[Phil would like to add Dan<33 to a call (02:33)]

[Accept] [Decline]

[Accepted]

——

When Dan answered the call, his face was red and puffed and wet. Even through the crap-pixel screen quality, Phil could see that.

“Hey,” Dan’s voice broke.

“Hi,”

Dan was shaking slightly.

His face suddenly flushed, “Oh shit, I forgot – I’m, uh, in only pants. In front of you. Crap.”

“It’s fine, I’ve seen you shirtless before.” Phil smiled what he hoped was reassuringly, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah — I mean, I am now. I guess.”

“Are you cold?”

“Kinda.” Dan admitted.

“Want to go to bed?”

“My room is too dark –”

“Well, I’ll be there, wont I? And I’ll protect you from everything bad in the dark.”

“You’re not really here.”

“Only ever a few hours away. And if worst comes to worst, I have the police line and the monster-killer line. So you’ll be super safe.”

Dan muffled a giggle, “Yeah, okay.”

He shuffled up off the floor, and made his way into his bedroom, clutching the laptop tightly.

“I dunno if I’m getting any sleep tonight, honestly.”

“You will! You can cuddle your pillow and I’ll tell you stories until the demons go away and you can sleep.”

“I’m not five, Phil.” There was no malice in his reply.

“You don’t need to be five for any of that to be true.” Phil said, serious tone.

“Okay,”

Minutes later, Dan was snuggled under his covers; hugging a pillow tightly as he listened to Phil go on about some guy at the market.

“Then, he pulled a hot dog out of his left pocket. Who keeps a single —”

“Phil?” Dan interrupted, his voice was dripping with sleep.

“Mm?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No.” Phil answered simply.

“I mean – for being so scared of such dumb stuff. Seven-year-olds are braver than me.”

“It’s okay to have fears, Dan. I bet you’re not the only adult with those fears either,”

“I’m scared of the dark. And ghosts and monsters and moths and demons and –”

“– and that’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“And it’s not annoying to deal with? I’m not?”

“You will never be annoying to ‘deal with’; I promise.”

Phil meant it.

——

[Monday; 12.07.09; 02:59]

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Phil :]]]<333333 (02:59): Dan?

Dan (03:00): yeah??? <3

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:03): I’m scared

Dan (03:04): of what :[[

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:04): I dunno it’s just creaky downstairs and I’m alone for the night I guess

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:04): Nvm

Dan (03:05): no tell me i want to help u

Dan (03:05): plz

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:07): Well it’s just that

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:08): It’s really dark and windy

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:08): And there was a tree snapping against my window I thought our house might’ve blown down

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:09): And I thought i heard thunder which usually isn'tn too bad but right now its scaring me a bit

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:10): I don’t wanna be alone rn is all

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:10): But i am brave! So it’ll be okay i think

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:10): Don’t worry about me <33

Dan (03:11): i want to worry :[

Dan (03:11): you don’t always have to be brave <333 ily and i would give you the biggest hug if i were there

Dan (03:12): and tell the trees and thnder to fuck off and let you sleep

Dan (03:12): and then we would sleep all cuddled up togerher like we do sometimes and it would be warm and nice

Dan (03:14): i wish i were there with you

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:15): You will be someday so it’s okay now too :]

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:15): But plz tell the trees and thunder to fuck off it’s very loud :’[[[

Dan (03:16): if u call me i will????

Phil :]]]<333333 (03:17): Lol okay :p

——

[Incoming call from Dan]

[Accepted]

——

“Hi!” Dan really should be quieter; last time he called Phil at three in the morning his dad had yelled at him.

“Hi,” Phil’s sleep-laced voice answered.

A booming crack of thunder, and a whimper.

“Don’t worry – it… won’t hurt you.” Despite everything, Dan was sometimes still quite new to the role of 'comfort’ in their relationship.

“I know, just loud.”

Dan wished he was like Phil. He wished he could just pull out an intresting story, a funny idea.

“Sorry.”

He wasn’t like Phil, though.

“Want to play a game?”

“What game could we possibly play through a phone call?” Dan could practically hear Phil rolling his eyes.

Dan wracked his brain for quick ideas.

“Eye-Spy?”

“We’re… not in the same room Dan.”

“Yeah, true.”

Dan’s room suddenly felt rather empty and uninteresting.

Dan felt empty and uninteresting.

“What do you want me to do?” He finally muttered.

He held his breath.

“I just like hearing your voice, it calms me down. I like when you rant about things you love.”

Let it out.

“Oh. Well – want to hear my never-ending thoughts on WALL-E then?”

“Definitely.”

——

[Sunday; 02.04.18; 04:12]

——

“Phil?”

“Mhm?” He rolled over and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “What’re you doing up?”

“There was a moth.”

“A moth?”

“Yes!” Dan looked around the room nervously, rolling on his heels, “It’s in the lounge somewhere and I can’t sleep knowing it’s out there — lurking.”

Phil groaned.

“Fucking kill it! Or set it free, I dunno. I just need it gone.”

“You are truly the perfect mix of 'needy child’ and 'angry businessman’, Danny.”

“Fuck off.”

“Mm, lemme get a cup then.”

Phil shoved on his glasses and stumbled out of bed into the kitchen, Dan following closely behind.

“Where was it again?” He asked, grabbing a wine glass from the cupboard.

They hadn’t really drank much alcohol these past few years– since Dan had gone on antidepressents— but they still always kept the glasses, to drink Ribena and seem fancy.

“No! You’ll need a bigger cup, it’s huge.” He whined.

“Okay,” he grabbed another glass, “where is it?”

“In the lounge last I saw.”

“I’ll go look, you get a piece of paper.”

Genuine terror painted over Dan’s face, “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Christ’s sake Dan, it’s a moth, not an armed burglar. I think you’ll live.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. Now, just go a minute.”

He then ventured into the lounge, still half-drowned by sleep, when he heard a shriek.

“Dan?”

“Phil! Fucking help!”

Anyone else might’ve thought Dan was being held at gunpoint from the panicked way he was yelling.

“Coming!”

He went into the hall; Dan was standing there, paralysed with fear, as a giant moth flew circles around him. He had tears threatening to fall.

“Oh dear,”

Phil went over to the closet and grabbed a broom, spent a few go’s waving it around– and almost hitting Dan in the process— before smacking it head on.

“Aw, now I feel bad for killing it,” He whispered.

Dan was on the floor now, shaking, tears stained down his cheeks. He was in only pants.

And Phil was there.

“Well, the moth’s gone now isn’t it?” He crouched down next to Dan, putting his hands gently on his shoulders.

“Mmm,” Dan had his head tucked in his knees.

“Are you okay?”

Silence.

“That’s fine. Want me to make you some tea?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

A few minutes later, in the kitchen, with dried cheeks; “I can’t believe how much of a wimp I am.”

The kettle rang, and Phil took it off the stove carefully.

“No —”

“I know, I know, my therapist told me. 'It’s never weak to have fears’. But I cried over a fucking moth. In our hallway. It’s late and –”

“– and that’s okay.”

“It’s not okay Phil!”

“It’s fine in the moment, that’s what I mean.”

He grabbed a NASA mug, and poured the boiling water in a teapot.

“I must be exhausting.”

Phil dropped in a teabag.

He still remembered. It was a promise made at 4am; a promise over Skype to a more-than-slightly-terrified eighteen year old.

A promise made to a bunch of pixel’s with a name and a face and fear.

A promise his Dan probably didn’t even remember, honestly.

“No, I promised that much.”

“Mhm,”

He poured the tea.

“So, two sugars or three?”

“Two.”

——

[Friday; 02.16.18; 05:12]

——

Dan was on the sofa; snuggled up in blankets and watching the winter Olympics through his small Iphone screen. His eyes were heavy, he yawned.

Their bedroom door squeaked opened.

“Hey,” Phil spoke quietly.

“Up so late?”

“You’re up too.”

“Well — I’m watching the Olympics. You know it’s on late in the UK.”

“Alright.” Phil shuffled into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and leaving the cupboard door wide open.

“Why are you awake?”

“Just another nightmare, s'fine.”

“Then why did you come out here?”

His voice might’ve been read as upset – he was just tired. Half the time Dan honestly didn’t mean to come off so rude.

“Dunno,”

“What was it about?”

“Uh — I think my family was trapped, you included, and I was the only person who could save them. But I had to do something… I think, I had to open a lock to somewhere? But I was too nervous. I saw everyone die; I knew it was my fault. I saw – you know, blood. Not too much. But it’s fine.”

As he spoke, he went over to the sink and got a glass of water, adding iced-cubes; his tone was unnaturally cool and casual.

“But I heard your skull shatter –”

“What the fuck —”

“Sorry! You asked though.”

“No – I mean, that’s horrible. Jesus christ, are you okay?”

Phil shrugged, “It happens, it’s okay though. Just a dream.”

It was only at that moment Dan noticed Phil’s eyes were a little too redded, his words a little bit shaky.

Phil started back to their room.

“Are you going back to sleep?”

“Probably.” His reply was tired.

“Oh – uh, well, why don’t you stay with me and watch the Olympics? I know you’ve never really cared, not your thing, but still I think that —”

“Sure! I’ll stay, yeah.” Phil quickly answered.

“Okay.”

Phil put his glass of water back down on the counter, and walked over to the sofa. Dan opened up his blanket fort and invited Phil in.

“These are the men’s single runs.”

“Mhm,” Phil nuzzled his head into Dan’s neck, which usually would’ve bothered him, but he didn’t mind so much.

A few minutes pass, “So what’s that guy supposed to be doing? I need your commentary; you know.”

I just like hearing your voice, it calms me down.

“Well, that’s the Japanese lead skater, which means —”

[speedocs]

this has been a dialogue thing thats been playing in my head for like days now

its a little unpolished and i used script format bc i dont want to get tied up in pURPLE PROSE so these are teh bones of it

i feel like i need to work it over but w/e here u go

SCENE

Kings Holm Palace Barracks courtyard, about mid-noon, sun is high and shining and it appears to be spring time. Rauta Skoll and someone else idk who else is there standing by a fence. Rauta leans against it casually, shirtless and popping little grapes in his mouth. Skoll sits at one of the fence posts, both watching a training ring a couple hundred feet away. In the ring is Iske, giving pointers to a few warriors using a sword to correct their arms and stance. Iske is also shirtless, but coated in sweat and his hair up away from his neck.

Skoll: I think its hard for me to grasp how cold it is where you guys are from.

Rauta: Oh yeah?

Skoll: Yeah like, I guess its kinda just strange cus its like….when you hear ‘tundra’ it paints a clear image in your head but if you’ve never been there I guess its like…..can’t really grasp the reality of it. I mean we get snow here, but not like up there.

Rauta: Mmm. Yeah we get ice. Falls from the sky more than snow I think. Keeps you ‘vigilant’. I’m not gonna say I miss it, even if it is a little sweaty down here for my tastes. Where my family is from I’m not even used to seeing the sun every single day. S’weird.

Skoll: [chuckles] Its not that hot, we’re not even into summer yet. Sometimes it’ll feel like the sun is two inches away.

Rauta: [playfully] Oh goodie.

[they watch Iske wipe sweat from his brow and roll his neck a little bit, affected by the weather. Even if it is mild.]

Skoll: …..he really seems affected by it more than you.

Rauta: YEAH thing is I’m not affected by much. I feel like I’m always shirtless but Iske isn’t. I don’t really think that its just the weather thats bothering him either.

Skoll: Mm. I guess that makes sense. It must be a really weird transition.

Rauta: Yeah but I’ll live. Iske may seem like the guy who’s not ready for change but he’s been really good about accepting it.

[he pauses in thought and pops another grape into his mouth as he watches Iske silently looking over the troops.]

Rauta: But I can tell hes bothered. He can be a bit dramatic to changes, but its because hes incredibly insecure.

Skoll: …...so hes….

Rauta: Flexing. Yeap. Big time. He’s trying to show off and hope nobody realizes how uncomfortable he is.

Skoll: …...huh. See I kinda got that vibe but I didn’t want to say anything or overstep somewhere.

Rauta: Nah you’re fine. He doesn’t like people knowing that about him at all. He likes to stick with what he knows cus he knows what to predict and expect, you get it. Used to, you couldn’t get him to do shit, but lately hes uhh-

[Iske looks up from his training and makes eye contact with Rauta. He has his eyebrows perked a little bit, as if subconsciously asking for validation. Rauta grins broadly and waves playfully at Iske. Iske’s expression runs a little embarrassed smile as he waves back. Rauta blows him a kiss, Iske responds to it by rubbing his cheek fondly before returning to work]

Rauta: I dunno, I’m proud of him.

Skoll: Awww look at you guyyyys. Big bad warlords givin each other flowers ‘n shit in your lil honeymoon phaaase~. So why air out your husband’s little dark secret?

Rauta: [without looking at Skoll continuing to watch Iske and grinning] When you put it that way it sounds insincere of me, but I do it cus it makes him easier to take. You’re gonna learn that he is all nerves sometimes, and it can get pretty overwhelming. In fact a lot of him is.

[Rauta hushes his tone and leans a little further over, but does not remove his gaze from Iske]

Rauta: Between you and me, sometimes he gets so wrapped up in what he thinks others think and believe about him that he can be really hard to sway unless you have proof. It drives me crazy because it really feels like sometimes he just won’t listen to what you say. No matter how reassuring you think you’re being, it feels like he just wants to be tied up and miserable in his delusions of worthlessness. Like he cannot believe it. It gets so frustrating trying to convince him of something he can’t hear and it starts to feel like he can’t believe me or doesn’t trust me and what I’m saying.

[Rauta looks contemplative as if it pains him to say these things, but shakes his head more reassuringly. Skoll looks to him, offering a sympathetic look.]

Rauta: Just when I think I can't take any more of this, I take a step back and I look at him and I think about how it must feel to be him. He can’t help that he can’t see what I want him to see, that he has to constantly prove himself. There is a great deal of pain being an enemy with yourself, and he just needs someone around to show him and prove to him that what he sees in himself isn’t the reality. And he always comes around. He tries. And that is doubly important that he tries to see what I see and believe me. And I know that being there for him when he is impossible shows him what he needs to see the absolute most, and that he will always be there for me when I’m being impossible. Not just me but others too. Its given him great patience in other people.

Skoll: [looking a bit relieved that that came to a clean conclusion. He chucks a small soft rock at the dirt] Marriage isn’t easy, huh.

Rauta: [visibly relaxing] Yeah I could also wax poetic about how its about loving someone at their worst and shit, but listen. You got that. It’s worth it. Love is worth it. Which is why in Skoggsden you can marry like a billion times and it always means something. It’s always magical and enchanted and whatever.

[Iske shouting at a warrior in the distance “PUTS YOUR FUCKING BACKS INTO IT. USE YOUR FUCKING ARMS.”]

Skoll: I can see what you mean by a little overwhelming.

Rauta: Lil bit. God its fucking hot out here.