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sworn-in-blood · 4 months ago

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LOU "CROW" MARLEY

extra :

✧﹒playlist ✧﹒pinboard

✧﹒faceclaim: Katy O'Brian (Love Lies Bleeding : Jackie specifically)

names/nicknames :

✧﹒lou marley ✧﹒"crow"

orientation/identity :

✧﹒cisfemale ✧﹒lesbian/sapphic ✧﹒she/her

languages :

✧﹒english && limited french

ethnicity:

✧﹒american

physical characteristics :

lou possesses a broad frame with a great deal of muscle , and stands at around 5'7 . She typically has long curly brown hair that's usually tied up , along with hazel eyes and several scars crossing her body . when not in uniform , she typically sports more casual clothing , such as muscle shirts, singlets, and on occasion hoodies , along with trousers & jeans .

age:

birthday: 12.05.1975

20 at time of death prior-canon in 1995 . Age differs depending on verse .

hobbies :

✧﹒rugby ✧﹒card games ✧﹒boxing

✧﹒gunsmithing

fears :

✧﹒claustrophobic

occupations :

[1990-1992] death timeline : competitive boxer

[1992-1993] death timeline : u.s army

[1993-1995] death timeline : u.s army 75th ranger , heavy weapons expert

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[1990-1992] survived timeline : competitive boxer

[1992-1993] survived timeline : u.s army

[1993 - late 2003] survived timeline : u.s army 75th ranger , heavy weapons expert

[2004-2011] survived timeline : b.s.a.a. special operations agent, heavy weapons expert, firearm specialist .

[2011-present] survived timeline : b.s.a.a. special operations agent & captain of raven squad , firearm specialist , heavy weapons expert .

tattoos :

✧﹒two full arm sleeves covered with designs of different kinds of birds , primarily ravens and crows . other designs included surround different types of foliage , such as leaves and thorned branches intermixed with flowers .

scars :

✧﹒several large slashes on her shoulders and arms from several altercations and history whilst boxing and while within the military . a scar crosses the right corner of her lips from a knife scuffle . in her survived timeline , lou sports several gunshot scars and a stab scar on the far right side or her chest .

alignments :

✧﹒lawful neutral ✧﹒ESTP

love languages :

lou is typically someone who is big on physical touch - she'll embrace those she knows almost every time they meet , and often enjoys having some form of contact especially when it comes to emotionally frought situations . she also highly values quality time , and will spend hours talking if you let her .

comprehensive :

STUBBORN TO ALL HELL , Lou is someone who very often tends to focus on her own ideale . She is very difficult to persuade when she has her mind set on something , and will argue against it - usually based on the fact that she focuses heavily on her own decision-making capability . This is mixed with a determination and a grit that very little could match - Lou will take something to the edge of the world and beyond if it means that she gets it done .

RECKLESS ON OCCASION , Lou can tend to be impulsive sometimes and not entirely consider her own wellbeing in the place of another . She's someone who's entirely willing to run out into the combat zone to drag someone back to their side of it all , and willing to put herself in front of someone else .

HANDS ON , Lou is someone who finds theoretical and academic concepts boring more often than not . She has ADHD , and tends to learn better when it comes to going out there and doing it - especially when it comes to more active opportunities.

LOU CAN tend to hold very strong grudges - which more often than not results in tunnel vision . In some situations , she can tend to switch to a much colder personality , especially when it comes to dealing with somebody she isn't particularly fond of . Lou possesses very little filter and will often say exactly what's on her mind , and will tend to be blunt more often than not .

EXTROVERTED , Lou knows how to have a spot of fun, and will never turn down an opportunity to enjoy herself . She's well known for her humor within her close circle , and isn't a stranger to having a good time , and boosting the moral of those close to her . Lou won't refuse to sit down and talk with someone if they need it , and she'll stick by their side until they don't need it anymore - she tends to be fiercely loyal towards those she cares for .

history/backstory :

Born and raised in Texas' country , Lou had always been taught how to be independant from a young age , often spending hours out on the farm she grew up on . Largely homeschooled , most of the public schooling around didn't particularly work for her method of learning , especially when it came to her inability to focus in a standard classroom .

So , she learned in a more hands-on way , learning practically what she could , and working to succeed at the academics that had to have been done .

Lou always harbored a skill for taking things apart , and putting them back together again . It was not uncommon to find her out by the garage , taking apart the bonnet of their truck and investigating the interior , and helping her father repair both the farm vehicles and the tools that they used on a daily basis - it was something that she particularly enjoyed . It soon stretched to her spending late nights in her room with objects taken from the rest of the house , learning how they were all put together .

The oldest of her two siblings , Lou was often the one who would help her father with the majority of the farmwork - especially when it came to the months where they had to shear the sheep , and had to transport them . With years of experience , she built up a substantial amount of strength that she still maintains .

It was almost an impulse decision that led her to the U.S military - Lou wanted something new , and wanted a chance to be challenged , and constantly have her surroundings changed .

She soon applied to join , and was shipped off to training , where she excelled when it came to hand-to-hand combat , and heavy weapons . During her time , she met Jill Valentine whilst she was training , and the two quickly became fast friends , and practically joined at the hip . They often spent a lot of time together , and were sparring partners until they graduated .

They spent about a year in the standard army before Jill wanted to take on a new challenge - and Lou wasn't exactly going to be left behind . She joined the 75th Army Rangers alongside Jill , and after weeks of hard work , graduated the training school with her . Lou took the time to specialize in managing the usage of heavy weapons and marksmanship , often favouring assault rifles over the precision snipers that Jill did .

Two years were spent within the Rangers , with the pair often remaining together , even throughout the occasional mission or two .

That is , until around 1995 , where the pair were deployed alongside part of their battalion , to investigate a potential incident within a stretch of U.S desert . The two went there together , and spent several weeks participating in reconnaissance - upon discovering the genuinity of the report , they had decided to move in .

Involved in a firefight , Lou was pushing the compound alongside Jill before being knocked to the ground by a barrage of gunfire . Moving to stand , she was knocked to the ground once again by an enemy combatant - who attempted to shoot her , but had no ammunition within the pistol . Instead , he plunged a combat knife deep into her chest as she was incapacitated - and left her to bleed out .

Jill was unable to reach her before her last breath , and before her name was added to the list of those killed in action .

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SURVIVED TIMELINE :

This is the timeline that I'll most likely be writing Lou from . In this timeline , Lou survives the firefight where she would have otherwise died - due to a medic reaching her and carrying her out alongside another pair of soldiers , and with Jill shooting the soldier who would have been the one to kill her .

After two years in recovery from all her injuries , Lou was cleared for duty once again . Despite Jill having left the military for her opportunity at S.T.A.R.S , Lou returned to the Rangers , and remained in contact .

She spent several years there once again , before catching wind of the Raccoon City Incident through Jill Valentine . Horrified that the government would have kept it all a secret despite the urgency of it , Lou left the military half a year later - only resurfacing in a combat role upon the foundation of the B.S.A.A . One of the more early members of the organization , Lou was their heavy weapons and firearms specialist , often building her own gear and weaponry - and modifying the existing ones to both her preferences and the preferences of her teammates . She spent the better part of a little more than half a decade as a Special Operations Agent , before becoming a Special Operations Unit captain in 2011 considering all her experience and awareness .

strengths && weaknesses :

✧﹒strengths

Lou is a confident individual , excelling when it comes to utilising her strength and skills within incidents . A boxer since she was young , Lou is formidable to face when it comes to hand-to-hand combat , using her strength and broad frame to overwhelm her opponent - especially able to hit hard . A heavy weapons expert , Lou is comfortable when it comes to unwieldy weapons , often carrying them with her or managing their usage . She's a self-proclaimed gunsmith , and often can be found taking them apart and putting them back together again , and modifying her own firearms . Lou , along with Jill , were some of the better marksmen within the ranger unit - and tends to work well when it comes to working with someone else to push a target or building .

✧﹒weaknesses

Lou is by no means agile or fast ; which can often work against her , especially when it comes to fighting somebody smaller than her if they know what they're doing . Along with this , Lou can also tend to ignore everything except for what she's focusing on - most likely when it comes to hunting someone down , or someone that went against her or certain of those she's close to . She tends to be incredibly goal focused , and often doesn't particularly pay attention to the bigger picture or nuance in someone's words , but she still knows how to be careful . To add to this , Lou doesn't have a filter , and the concept of right place right time isn't typically something she tends to consider . Lou can tend to let her emotions get the better of her sometimes , and can be susceptible to those who know how to play around her stubbornness and play on her bonds .

family && relations :

✧﹒father

JULES MARLEY — ALIVE

✧﹒mother

JOANNE MARLEY — DECEASED

✧﹒known relations

CHARLI MARLEY — SISTER , ALIVE

FLETCHER MARLEY — BROTHER , ALIVE

✧﹒close friends

JILL VALENTINE — ALIVE

✧﹒pets

MAV - budgie

dead by daylight verse :

✧﹒perks

verses:

#v . a hand on my throat and a blade at my feet

a verse surrounding her history and time spent within the united states military as a 75th regiment ranger . this is the verse most friendly to non-resident evil characters , though any may be used . primarily explores her training and specializations . this also encompasses the timeline where she is killed in action during a later operation , but the verses below all rely on the timeline where she is instead gravely injured and survives . on her death timeline , this encapsulates 1992 - 1995 .

#v. sacrifice ; that’s what we do for the people we love

#v. let justice be done though the heavens fall

a verse surrounding lou's survival , and involvement with the bsaa upon its foundation . this explores her time as a special operations agent , and further on , a captain of a special unit team . encapsulates late 2003/early 2004 and onwards. this verse particularly surrounds events of early bsaa operations , re6 , re7 and re8 .

#v. and our scars remind us that the past is real

a verse surrounding any events that do not take place within a specific game , or the downtime between operations . this is one of her more flexible verses , and this is still typically within her time in the bsaa .

#v. the sun is my undoing

a verse surrounding the world and events of dead by daylight with lou as a survivor .

#v. we all have our reasons

a verse containing any and all crossovers .

tags:

#[•• you and i both know this ends in blood ••] — aesthetic

#[ 𝟎𝟏 ] ── * 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 { alive or just breathing? }

#☆ ⠀ this is who we are; a product of war ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ analysis .

#––– ❛ visage 【 the hell we can raise 】

✦𓂅 gods upturning inkpots ⠀ ⠀ ╱ ⠀ ⠀ roleplay

#muse: lou marley

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huynh19nguyen · 8 months ago

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years ago

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Jock!Fem!Orc x GN!Reader Headcanons (Part 1)

Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader/Jock!Female!Orc

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Fluff

Warnings: None

Part 2

A/N: Now that requests are officially completed (a year or so later but shhh), I’ve decided to play around with some longer headcanons! I definitely plan to do more traditional short stories (I have some in the works at the moment), but I think these will be a good medium for general ideas that don’t have a concrete theme yet. Let me know what you guys think!

- She’s definitely on the rugby team, maybe even lacrosse or shot put

- She’s the talk of the college, both for her good looks and the way she dominates on the field

- But she isn’t boastful or even that talkative; The first time you two meet is when your paired up for class assignment

- She always sat in the back, usually sweaty from morning practice, her hair pulled back in a braid.

- You had noticed her of course; When you walked into class the first day, she had been nonchalantly checking her phone, arm thrown over the chair beside her. Her legs were lazily spread as she scrolled with her thumb.

- Those rugby shorts, her thick thighs, and those biceps had your heart stopping. Your first thought was “Damn”

- But you don’t have the guts to talk to her until you’re paired up

- She doesn’t add too much to the conversation, but she isn’t disinterested either. She’s diligent with her work and even asks that you meet up to review your respective parts.

- “What book are you reading?” She asks, voice husky, during a short break.

- You flash the cover and she nods approvingly. You think that’s the end of the conversation. But-

- “I’ve read that author's other book and I enjoyed it. How’s this one so far?”

- “O-oh, it’s pretty good,” You stutter, still reeling from having a casual conversation. “Pacings a little wonky; I’m not sure if the endings gonna work with how little pages I have left.”

- “I hate when that happens.” She takes a bite of her croissant, brushing a rogue piece of hair behind her ear. “Keep me posted how it goes, maybe I’ll give it a read.”

- You nod

- The conversation ends, you both get back to work. But each time you meet, more little moments like that occur. You both get more comfortable, preconceived notions falling to the wayside.

- She comes to one meetup wearing her rugby uniform, hair tied into a tight fishtail braid. You can see her tummy when she stretches her arms and your heart nearly stops.

- “You have a game today, right?”

- “Yeah, at 8”

- “Oh I should be able to swing by then.” You mimic a fake pom-pom. “Cheer you guys on.”

- She smiles. It’s bigger than normal, almost mischievous. You notice the gold rings that cling tight to her tusks, a typical Orc good luck charm.

- “Do you even know anything about rugby?”

- Your face goes red.

- “A l-little! I know there’s a ball, and some tackling, and running….”

- Let’s just say you're not a sports fan.

- She laughs. It’s a beautiful sound that sets your chest on fire.

- “Well maybe I can teach you some things after the game,” she cracks her neck, “Show you how it’s done.”

- You can’t tell if she’s trying to be flirtatious or if your brain was deep fried by your crush and is reading too much into it. Either way you frantically nod, stuttering a “Yeah for sure!” and working the rest of the time in flustered silence.

- She has to leave early to prep for the game, allowing you extra time to hype yourself up and force yourself out of the house.

- The stands are filled with people decked out in your college's colors; People with painted numbers across their chest, people with giant foam fingers, everyone is either tipsy or acting like it.

- Everyone cheers when she runs on the field, holding up signs with her last name and number. You feel wildly unprepared in your normal jeans and a t-shirt

- She’s a force to be reckoned with on the field. She brushes off tackles no problem, shoulders pushed forward with every play. She’s so large but is quick as a cat, passing with ease and making it seem so easy.

- You cheer with the crowd, not even focused on the score, just watching her

- The game ends with your school's victory, the stands and the team erupting with cheers. Her team swarms her in a dog pile and all the bystanders shout a demeaning chant to your rivals.

- You're somehow able to navigate through the crowd of fans and find the exit of the locker room. Her teammates have already left with their dates and their friends, but there hasn’t been a single sighting of the star player yet.

- You’re one of the last people left, the excitement carrying everyone else off to the after party. You almost think she left with them when she comes out.

A wet towel is slung around her neck, shirt discarded to show her sports bra. You feel your face flush.

- “Hey! Almost didn’t see you there,” she says, running a hand through her hair and undoing her frayed braid. You wave back, the breath knocked out of you when she gives you a side hug. “I wasn’t sure if you would come, but what did you think of the game?”

- “It was cool!” She hasn’t released you from the hug, arm still slung around your shoulder as you walk to the parking lot. Her fingers absentmindedly rub into your shoulder blades. “Not sure if I understood all the plays and stuff, but I know enough to say you kicked ass.”

- She chuckles, hand still slung over your shoulder. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster and will it to stop; She’s just touchy-feel the way all jocks are, it doesn’t mean anything.

- “Well I’m wiped, but I’m still down to show you some stuff if you want. Are you free Saturday?”

- “Yup, and if you wanted we could add some of those finish touches to our powerpoint beforehand.”

- She raises her brow.

- “I was thinking more of going out to breakfast before. Y’know, like a proper date.”

- You stop in your tracks, her arms slipping away from your shoulder as she takes a few steps forward. She turns back, confused.

- “L-like a what?”

- She smirks, that same mischievous one from before. With her tousled hair and sweaty body, it looks damn near debaucherous.

- “Like a date, cutie. That is, if you’re down?”

- A solid 5 seconds pass before your brain catches up with the situation.

- “Yes! Yes, I am-I am totally down. With a date, I mean.”

- She smiles, stepping closer toward you. Her hand brushes against your jaw, staring in a way that shoots right through your heart.

- “Glad to hear it. How about 9 AM? At our usual cafe?”

- You nod, not trusting your mouth to say proper words at this moment.

- “Great. See you then, cutie.” Her thumb brushes against your bottom lip before she steps away and gives you a wave, walking toward her beat up pick up truck.

- You stand there, baffled, before realizing you’ve forgotten where you parked.

#reader insert #monster x reader #orc x reader #My writing #orc/human #female orc

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wh0lemilk0vich · 2 years ago

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ok one head canon i think about all the time is billy plumping up over the summer. he finds out that steve is working at the mall when he drops max off one day and decides to catch a glimpse of former king steve

of course billy has to go in to tease steve for his ridiculous uniform. billy is just about to go to work himself so he's in his red board shorts and his official hawkins pool lifeguard tank top. steve immediately knows billy is up to no good so he puts his foot down and says no loitering, if he wants to be inside scoops he has to be a paying customer

billy acquiesces and orders a single scoop of vanilla in a dish. he eats half of it all while teasing steve relentlessly and tosses it on his way out. the ice cream was good but he can't let himself indulge too much for the sake of his image as well as his job

billy keeps coming inside the mall every time he drops max off which eventually turns into billy stopping by starcourt on his way to work regardless of whether or not max is with him. he sees steve every day for a little pre-work pick me up in the flavor of flirtatious banter and a single scoop in a dish

eventually that dish turns into a waffle cone and the single scoop multiplied into three by the time billy realizes what has happened over the course of the summer. as he formed his flirtationship with steve, he also formed quite the belly

a stark contrast from the first time he stopped by scoops, on the last day that hawkins pool is open, billy is struggling to fit into his uniform. his board shorts are stretched right across his hips, and his shirt is nearly see through with how much it strains to contain the entirety of billy's belly. the outline of his navel is clearly visible, as is the stack of rolls on his sides, and his perky pecs have softened into pudgy moobs

steve already has his order ready - an extra large banana split topped off with nearly an entire container of whipped cream. billy polishes it off like it's nothing and before he can head out for his last day of work as a lifeguard - because he's surely not returning for next year's swim season - steve slips him a piece of paper with his phone number on it and suggests that billy start stopping by his house for dessert instead

I can get into a muscle chub billy, like softened over rugby build. I think that would definitely suit him. I think that's a super cute head canon/scenario

Usually I associate chubby with soft, sort of submissive characterization because that's usually what I identify with. But every so often I can get on with the thick, harder, more masculine reading of it which is what my mind immediately goes to with billy.

#misha speaks #chubby billy hargrove

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susoriginals · 6 months ago

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dribs-and-drabbles · 3 years ago

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Episode 9 details

Here are some things that I couldn’t fit into my other analysis posts this week since there's just so much to write about...again.

Let's start with all the red and blue details...and there were quite a lot. First, the blue costumes of the play with the huge backdrop of red...and not to forget the pops of yellow - Pat and Pran's colours plus their love and happiness. I like that brown is also featured (I guess because the play's characters are peasants...?) but it adds to the theory that brown signifies sacrifice or yielding since Pran has sacrificed his own right to an apology from Wai and instead is pursuing him to try to apologise and reconcile.

Then we have the very obvious red and blue bibs for the rugby training - reminding us that there is an opposition between architecture and engineering...and therefore between Wai and Pat...but it's interesting that Pat gets given the red bib - it represents him being on Pran's side and on Wai's team, highlighting that he's doing his best to not oppose Wai/architecture any more. Note that Wai also has a blue t-shirt, so he's wearing the colours united...perhaps foreshadowing that he eventually accepts Pat and Pran's relationship. Again, I like the yellow flower on the coach's top - once again potentially showing Pat and Pran's blossomed love and happiness.

For the rugby game, the kit they're wearing has a lot more blue than red - emphasising that there are more engineering students in the team than architecture (to be fair we don't know what subjects the extras study but 🤷🏽‍♀️)...with Wai represented as the red stripe on their shorts. And again, there's a large blue gazebo (engineering) literally overshadowing the smaller red bag (Wai).

This is a terrible screenshot (the best i could do unfortunately) but I LOVED the pink, blue, and yellow drinks in the bar. On one hand, they are Pat and Pran's colours and their love and happiness BUT they are also the pansexual flag colours - following the hotpot double date, Pat's words could be interpreted as him being pansexual.

For the final blue detail, Wai has a blue cloth and the same rich blue is in the background. In a way, the cloth is symbolic of both how Wai views Pat and also Pat's involvement in this situation - first, in Wai's eyes Pat is unworthy of more than being dragged through the dirt, and second, the cloth is used to remove the spilt beer from the floor but then Pat also 'removes' the beer by stopping the guy from spilling more.

Sticking with Wai and the other rugby guy (TORG), I really liked the location by the bathrooms. It's probably all arbitrary BUT I like patterns and linking things so here's my interpretation: First, there's red, blue, and yellow in the painting of the woman's face behind Wai and she's looking towards Wai and TORG almost like a witness - maybe a nod to the fact that the CCTV camera captures this scene which helps Pat later. There is also a huge swathe of brown on the wall - later Wai finally yields and helps out Pat and Pran with the video footage. Lastly, there's a small circle of mint green between Wai and TORG - and with mint green potentially being used as a signifier of Pat and Pran's union as a couple, it could be a little indicator that the real issue causing Wai to fight TORG is in fact his frustration with them and not the guy in front of him.

I also noticed what I presume is Wai's nametag (anyone who understands Thai script - let me know if I've made the wrong assumption)....which looks like a 'b' in Latin script (i.e. English) and therefore an upside down and backwards 'P' 👀 I wonder if his name was deliberately chosen because of this...(okay, I'm really reaching with this one...)

And lastly, although Pran's te-shirt isn't referring specifically to a christmas holiday (it looks more like a beach theme), I think it says "Holiday Mode Yay", which seems like a nod to the fact that it was broadcast on christmas eve. 🧐

[Ep 1] [Ep 2] [Ep 3] [Ep 4] [Ep 5] [Ep 6] [Ep 7] [Ep 8] [Ep 10]

#bad buddy #bad buddy series #bad buddy the series #patpran #pat x pran #episode 9 details #bad buddy episode details #bad buddy episode 9 #you know - I gathered all the photos thinking I knew what I was going to write about them #but then when I started writing I just made all these new connections and associations #and I literally blew my own mind with some of them 🤯#like the rugby game pic - I don't know where that interpretation came from #I just channelled it for some other spirit #because I didn't think about any of that when I first thought about including the photo

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moonbeamwritings · 4 years ago

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the rugby shirt incident

Summary: Jonathan was beginning to think he’d gone crazy as he desperately searched for his missing rugby shirt. Surely, it’d turn up eventually, right? Maybe you’d have an idea as to where it was. (College AU)

Author’s Note: I’m once again glad that y’all are constantly humoring me and my Very Specific ideas. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!!

Jonathan awoke and upon checking the time, 7:30 AM on a Monday, of all days, realized that if he didn’t attempt to crawl out now, he’d be stuck forever. As he blearily glanced around the room, his eyes landed on you, cuddled up to his chest as you slept soundly beside him.

God, his heart broke to leave you here like this.

Knowing he would be late for class if he didn’t escape, he gently began to slip his arm out from under you, eyes focused on your face to catch any signs of disturbance. With his arm removed, now came the hard part.

As quietly and slowly as possible, Jonathan began maneuvering his giant body over yours, shifting and moving all of his limbs one at a time until his feet finally landed on the floor. With one last look at your sleeping form, he began getting ready for the day.

“JoJo? What’re you doin’?” You mumbled, tucking your head into the pillows to shield your eyes from the morning sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains.

No, he thought, but I was so careful.

“Oh love, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, but I have to get to class.”

“S’okay,” you replied, mind and body still clouded with sleep, “Have a good day.”

He couldn’t stop the grin from lighting up his face, “You too, sweetheart. I love you.”

“Love you.”

With your sleepy affirmation and after a soft kiss to your forehead, Jonathan was ready to start his day.

You, on the other hand, not so much.

Even with another hour of rest under your belt, climbing out of Jonathan’s bed began to seem damn near impossible. Willing yourself to just get up already, you ripped off the sheets and began collecting your own things. As you slipped a pair of socks on, you felt a shiver run down your spine and goosebumps rise on your skin. A problem, you thought, that could only be solved in one way.

His rugby shirt.

Shoving notebooks into your backpack, you caught sight of the green and white striped collared shirt slung over the back of Jonathan’s desk chair.

As your relationship with Jonathan got more serious, you had been itching to get your hands on his uniform. The hugs you’d given him after games had clued you in to just how soft it was, only fueling your obsession with the article of clothing. Taking the shirt into your hands, you brought it up to your nose. It smelled just like his cologne mixed with something so uniquely him that it made you swoon. You really couldn’t explain it, but the man just smelled heavenly no matter what and you were about to take full advantage.

Not only did he smell so good, but Jonathan was also huge, so you were positively swimming in the shirt, sleeves way past your hands, hem drifting down your thighs. Deciding to give yourself at least somewhat of a shape, you tucked part of the front into your pants.

“Jonathan really is huge.” You chuckled, turning from side to side as you glanced into his mirror.

Beginning to warm up and surrounded by the comforting scent of your beloved boyfriend, you were finally ready to start your day.

Jonathan’s roommate, Speedwagon, watched as you hustled out the door of their apartment, rushing to slip your shoes on, an all too familiar rugby shirt hanging off your body.

Oh, this was gonna be good, he thought.

After a long day of classes, Jonathan returned to the apartment to get his things together for rugby, thankful that it was nothing more than a simple practice. As he stuffed his socks into his duffle bag, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He could have sworn his uniform had been right there, draped over the back of his chair. With the offending shirt nowhere in sight, he flung open drawers and rifled through his closet, but to no avail.

“Speedwagon?” He called, sticking his head out into the hallway.

“Yeah?” Robert called back, mirroring his roommate’s actions to see what was the matter, “What is it?”

“Have you seen my rugby shirt? I can’t find it anywhere.”

Biting back a smile, Speedwagon feigned ignorance, “I don’t do your laundry, JoJo. I have no idea where it is.”

“Thanks anyway.”

Moving back into his room, he worked through a million different places it could be. After deciding that it was definitely not left behind in his anthropology class, Jonathan assumed that Dio must have taken it for one reason or another.

With a sigh, he ventured off to practice, grateful that he didn’t necessarily need it today.

“Dio, did you take my rugby shirt?”

The sneer Dio gave him nearly had Jonathan doubling back, “Why would I take your stinky, sweaty clothes, JoJo?”

“I don’t know,” Jonathan replied accusingly, “You stole it that one time to make me look bad.”

“Tch, yeah, one time. It’s not funny if I keep doing it now is it?” Dio bit back, refusing to give his adoptive brother any more attention.

Jonathan rolled his eyes.

After a successful practice, Jonathan dragged his tired body home, quick to shower and collapse into bed, still thinking about where his shirt had gone.

Days passed and the loss of his rugby jersey began to manifest in a worsening mood the longer it was gone, the situation exacerbated by the fact that he hadn’t so much as seen you since Monday morning. You were just as busy as he was, he knew that, but he missed the feeling of your skin in his hands and the sound of your laugh.

After another long, exhausting day, Jonathan decided enough was enough and headed off to your apartment.

He knocked and knocked, but still received no answer. He could’ve sworn your Friday class was out already… Right? Just as he brought a fist up to knock again, the door was being pulled open.

There you were, wearing his rugby shirt that was entirely too large for you, rubbing sleepily at your eyes with the sleeves.

“JoJo? What are you doing here?”

Without answering, he gripped at the extra fabric at your waist to pull you close to his chest, pressing his lips to yours. As he felt your lips move against his, he relished in your warmth and the soft material between his fingers.

When he pulled away, he couldn’t help but stare down at you in wonder, moving his hands up to gently cradle your face. “You look so cute. I’ve been looking for this shirt.”

“Sorry,” you replied sheepishly, “I just had to steal it. It looked way too comfy.”

You watched as a rosy blush spread across his cheeks as he rushed to whisk away your apology. “No, no, it’s fine... I just- why would you want to wear my smelly rugby shirt?”

It was your turn for embarrassment. “Well, I-I don’t think it smells all that bad. It just smells like... like you. I like it.”

Bringing a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, Jonathan didn’t even think he could force himself to speak. You liked the smell? Of his rugby shirt? Of him? He’d never heard that before.

“You do?”

“Mhm,” you murmured, pushing your lips against his again, “Now, do you wanna come inside or not?”

“Yes please.”

You couldn’t keep track of the amount of times you’d caught Jonathan’s gaze, giggling as his eyes shot away from yours the moment he’d noticed you staring back.

“You can take a picture, if it’d make it easier,” you teased, butting your head against his shoulder.

“I just like seeing you in my clothes, you should take them more often, but uh-” He replied, chuckling as he slung an arm around your shoulders.

“But what?”

“I do have a match this weekend, so I’ll need it back.”

“Mmm, I don’t know, JoJo,” you joked, pretending to think it over, “this shirt might be too good to give up.”

With a sudden surge of confidence, Jonathan tilted your chin up to lock eyes with you, lips dangerously close to yours, “I could think of one way I could get it back.”

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gainerstories · 4 years ago

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Fatter Exchange Student: Chapter 7

This is a community story with each chapter authored by a different writer in the gaining community. This chapter is penned by Feeder86.

Read prior chapters here.

Bleecker stood in the middle of the changing rooms feeling more powerful than he ever had in his entire life. Tonight’s training had been mostly tackling skills and he had gone all out. One guy stood to the side, rotating his aching shoulder, whilst another was stretching out his heavily bruised thigh; both of them having taken a huge blow from Bleecker out on the field.

“You alright, guys?” he asked; a sadistic grin wanting to spread across his face.

He might not be able to keep up with these guys when running, but with his added weight, he could throw them around like twigs.

In return, Bleecker received displeased frowns, making him chuckle a little to himself. He shrugged his shoulders, as if he were oblivious as to why they were so moody with him. He lifted off his sweat-drenched rugby shirt and caught the many little glances from one guy to the next, as they all took in the size of his uncovered, monstrously swollen stomach. It was getting bigger every week, and every one of them could see it. His chest was massive and muscular; stronger than he had ever been in his life. Yet he had grown a genuinely huge gut, fat-filled and bloated; creating a distinctive, ball-like appearance under his shirts.

Bleecker lived for these displays, willing everyone to look at his body and see how big he was growing. He pulled down his shorts and then his underwear, completely comfortable with his own nudity; enjoying making an exhibition of himself. And why not? He was the largest man on this team by almost one hundred pounds. He strutted to the showers, throwing his arms out that little bit more, to really emphasise the point. If this team was going to have an alpha male, he had no doubt that it would be him.

“Oh, you’re back!” smiled Sebastian, as Bleecker strutted in through the door that evening. “How was training?”

“Awesome!” Bleecker smirked, throwing his bag on the floor and heading straight to the refrigerator for his full-fat milk.

He lifted the gallon-sized container and began chugging it down, feeling his stomach bloat and swell. He swallowed and swallowed, trying to take as much as he could in one go. Then, with less than half remaining, he paused, lowering the milk and giving off a tremendous, roaring burp. Upon hearing it, Sebastian laughed and nodded in approval.

“That was a noisy one!” he smiled. “Someone was thirsty after rugby training, huh? I’ve never seen anyone take down as much milk as you can!”

Bleecker smirked confidently. Words could not describe how much he loved people commenting on his massive appetite and capacity. He could feel his crotch stirring almost instantly. But he loved it even more when it was Sebastian doing the commenting. Over the last few months that he had lived here, the handsome Greek boy had puffed up like a blowfish. That conventionally attractive Mediterranean body had altered beyond all recognition. The guy’s hips had packed on the blubber, ruining the previously slender butt and developing love handles that seemed to peek out of his shirts, no matter what he wore.

His face was soft and flabby looking, with massive fat-filled cheeks taking away his cheekbones, and a new double chin, masking what was otherwise a very handsome jawline. Sebastian’s chest now resembled two mounds of blubber, with pointed and almost sagging nipples straining against the material of his shirts. But below that was the best of all; a full and round pot belly that seemed to be swelling each and every day.

He wondered what Sebastian’s friends and family would say back at home. Would they be shocked and disappointed with him? Would they point the finger of blame at his new chubby boyfriend? Or, even better, would they accuse his monstrously-sized housemate for helping him to pick up bad eating habits? Damn! Even this thought was getting him hard!

Things were finally starting to return to normal between the pair of them after that rather awkward kiss. He didn’t know what had caused him to lose himself like that. Sebastian had tried to talk to him about it a few times afterwards, but Bleecker had shrugged him off; making a joke about being overly tired and a little hungover that morning. Felix had been around the apartment more and more over the last few weeks and hadn’t had it out with him for hitting on his boyfriend. There could be only one reason for that, Bleecker concluded; Sebastian hadn’t told him.

“Is Felix coming over tonight?” Bleecker asked.

“Not tonight,” Sebastian replied, shaking his head. “He has an assignment due tomorrow, so he’s working on that.”

Bleecker nodded, feeling both pleased and disappointed. It was nice to have Sebastian to himself, but he also loved seeing chubby Felix about the place. The thought of him and Sebastian having sex in the room next to him made him even more aroused than usual. He imagined their overfed chubby bodies touching each other, admiring their shapes and fresh fat. Not only that, but Felix seemed to be highly skilled at getting Sebastian to eat even more than usual, with the pair of them having incredibly greedy appetites; real, genuine gluttony that was only surpassed by his own. That was why both of them seemed to be packing on the fat at an ever increasing pace. Their clothes fitted awkwardly around their new flesh, unflatteringly hugging love-handles, back fat and moobs. Bleecker began to wonder what would become of them both if they both carried on this path; but that thought aroused him even more.

“Never mind,” Bleecker sighed. “I hope he gets it finished tonight.”

“I was going to order some pizza, if you wanted to join me?” Sebastian suddenly asked, as Bleecker began to walk away. His voice had a strange pleading tone to it, as if he were suddenly desperate to keep Bleecker from heading into his bedroom for the night.

Still clutching his gallon of milk and his stomach stubbornly full from the take-out he’d picked up on the way home, Bleecker hadn’t really intended to eat anything else tonight. But he’d made a promise to himself to never say no to food. How else was he going to keep upping his size and knocking those guys down on his team like bowling pins?

“Sure,” he nodded nonchalantly. “I’m always up for some pizza.”

An hour later, Bleecker sat, puffing like a whale in the lounge. If there was one downside to all this extra weight, it was these damned humid nights where he simply couldn’t cool down. Before the pizzas had arrived, he’d taken himself for a cold shower and now sat there on the couch in only his underwear, still feeling the creeping sweat spread across his large body. He packed two pizzas into his stomach, feeling its heat firing up the furnace of his gut, and he took massive swigs of his milk, until even that had gone. It was so freaking hot tonight, he complained bitterly within his own head.

“Finished already?” asked Sebastian from the other chair.

“Yeah,” nodded Bleecker, feeling the stretch of his own stomach and noting with pride that Sebastian was over half way through his own second pizza. The guy’s appetite had really come along since he’d been here.

“Try stacking the slices on top of each other when you eat. It helps you to get it down faster,” he advised the chubby boy, like a professional. “Is yours the extra-cheese option?” he asked, taking a peek, and feeling surprised to feel his mouth watering at the sight and smell of it.

“Yeah, double cheese and the four meat feast pizza,” Sebastian nodded, sighing and slapping his round, fat little belly.

Bleecker chuckled and smirked. He could remember the time when he too would have found eating all that difficult.

“Good man,” he nodded, wishing that the guy would take his shirt off so that he could see how round and bloated all this would be making his stomach.

He wanted to get up and get some ice cream, but he felt too aroused. Going in just his underwear had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he felt completely trapped; unless he didn’t mind Sebastian seeing what all of this eating was doing for his crotch.

“Come on, Sebastian!” he coaxed from the sofa, as the chubby guy continued to try and push it down. “There aren’t many American guys who could eat all that, but I know you can do it!”

Smiling, Sebastian stacked his remaining slices and pushed them down. Bleecker could see that his roommate was uncomfortably full. Each chew was an effort and every swallow an unbelievable achievement. He knew Sebastian’s pain, for he too had trained his body to take these massive quantities. He was still training though, every day becoming a little bit greedier.

“That was pretty good!” Bleecker nodded from the couch, his huge arms spread across the back of the cushions. This was the only place he would sit in the lounge these days; right in the middle of the sofa, as if he was training himself to fill the large space. “You’ve eaten almost as much as me!”

Sebastian seemed delighted by the observation. “I’ll be big enough to play rugby like you, if I carry on eating like this!”

Bleecker burst out laughing, assuming that Sebastian was joking. “You’re serious?” he questioned apologetically, when he realised that he wasn’t. “Rugby?”

“Well, you like rugby, and Felix used to play in high school. But I thought you needed a bit of weight on you to play the game?” Sebastian asked innocently.

“That really depends on your position,” Bleecker considered. He looked at Sebastian’s body, wondering how well he could get around a field; not very well, was his guess. “Stand up,” he ordered curiously. “I want to have a look at you.”

Sebastian smiled and did as he was told; taking his shirt off at the same time. He stood there and tensed his relatively small muscles, concealed well under the mounting layers of blubber.

“Well, you’ve got potential,” Bleecker nodded, trying to hide his arousal.

With Sebastian’s shirt off, he could see every inch of fresh fat: the love handles, the nipples, the stretch marks decorating the skin surrounding his deep belly button. Not only that, but without a shirt on, Bleecker could see just how thick, wide and protrusive Sebastian’s butt had grown, above his flabby unconditioned thighs. He beckoned Sebastian closer and lifted the fattened exchange student’s arms up so that he could inspect his body even more. Damn! Look at those love handles!

“So, I have potential, huh?” Sebastian asked, almost flirtatiously.

Bleecker couldn’t resist; he’d tried for so long. He placed a hand on Sebastian’s butt and another on the furthest expanse of the boy’s tight belly; just marvelling at his new, blubbery thickness. This was what he wanted. This was what he was going to have. All this fat that hadn’t been there a few months ago; and who could tell how big he’d be getting within another few months?

“Not for rugby. Not a chance!” he clarified to Sebastian, unable to resist giving a little shake with his strong hands, making the fat ripple through the boy’s middle. “But you definitely have potential, nonetheless…”

“Am I too fat for rugby?” Sebastian asked, clearly aroused and seemingly desperate for Bleecker to agree with him.

He placed his hand over Bleecker’s fingers, that were resting on his gut, and then made them pinch around his new, lardy stomach fat.

“Am I too fat, Bleecker?” he asked, more seriously and flirtatious than ever.

Bleecker’s arousal was spiking beyond belief. Here he was holding one of the guys he had been flirting with for so long. This chub was saying all the right things and hitting each one of his kinks.

“Not yet…” Bleecker replied confidently, surprised at how bold he felt, even without a few beers down him tonight.

Then he squeezed Sebastien’s large, buttery glute and shook it, admiring just how soft and pliable it was getting.

“But… I can make you too fat, if you want?” he grinned, suddenly taking his hand away from Sebastian’s oversized butt so that he could rub his own, massive ball-gut. “I can make all three of us far, far too fat!”

Sebastian looked curiously at Bleecker. “All three of us?” he asked in confusion.

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 5 years ago

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The Hoodie Problem

A wardrobe mistake costs you and Henry the privacy of your relationship.

“No,” you groaned as your heard the dreaded chiming of the Alexa alarm. “No, no, no, turn it off!”

“You have to say its name, dearie,” a tired Henry grumbled in response. You could feel him pull you tighter, deeper into his warm arms. “Alexa, stop the alarm.” The alarm stopped right after.

“It’s currently 6:20 AM. The weather in London, England, is currently 6 degrees Celsius and will be sunny for the rest of the day. There are no unread emails for your .edu or gmail.com account. One package, containing 3 makeup brushes and dog treats will be arriving to 102…’

“Will she shut up?” You groaned in response, turning back into Henry’s warm body. The room was freezing cold, and the dog had already gotten off the bed.

“I don’t think she’s done yet.” In a single second, the opening riff of Back in Black started playing. “Alright, love, you actually need to go.”

“No,” you grumbled. “Fuck class, I don’t wanna go to class. I hate it anyway, and I don’t wanna sit there and listen to my history professor talk about an asshole and defend his work when it’s already shit anyway.” Henry chuckled, sending another wave of heat through your body, making you want to stay even more.

“You won’t get to argue your vulgar point if you’re late.” You sighed and started to sit up, yelling at Alexa to stop playing music. “Go, darling, otherwise I won’t get out of bed either.”

“You’re such an asshole in the morning,” you responded, wrestling yourself onto the floor. A gigantic ball of fluff followed you, expecting his breakfast. “Can I borrow a hoodie? Left mine in the laundry.”

“Which you only did so you can borrow one of mine. They should all be clean, just find one that can cover the bruises on your neck.” You sighed, spying a hoodie from a charity Rugby match Henry had done the month before, and after slapping deodorant onto your under-arms you pulled it on over her sports bra. You hoped it would be enough. Quite honestly, you didn’t care who saw the hickies on your neck. Anyone who was going to see was an adult who should act like an adult about it. Your hair would have to do since it wasn’t too greasy, and after deciding just to leave it down, you finished up in Henry’s adjoining bathroom and walked back to the bedroom.

“Covered?” You asked.

“Yep. Leave me your keys, take the Merc, and I’ll pick it up from the shop after my workout, I want them to check the paint on the hood, too.” He looked you up and down, sitting up in bed as you walked over to give him a kiss.

“Thanks, babe.”

“You look beautiful,” he responded with a smile.

“I do not.”

“You do!” Without bothering to look at the back of the sweatshirt, Henry got out of bed and went into the bathroom. You yawned as the massive dog zoomed down the stairs, waiting for breakfast. Kal sniffed around as you set foot on the stair landing, probably wondering why your vanilla perfume was mixed with the scent of Henry’s strong aftershave. Truth be told, you were glad. It was a comforting smell.

“Be a good boy, Kal, Papa’s gonna feed you in a minute.” The dog panted in excitement and went to go stand by his water bowl, where he would inevitably drool for the rest of the time until Henry came to feed him. You placed your things from the dining room table, your makeshift desk, into your backpack, refilled your water bottle, and took a few seconds to exchange your keys with Henry’s keys. With another glance around the house, making sure you didn’t leave any chargers behind, you walked out the front door and began to adjust Henry’s car to fit your height. You felt like something was off, but you couldn’t describe it. Instead you went to go get your coffee and find a place to park before your frightfully early class.

“You look knackered,” a voice said behind you as you finally climbed out of the car an hour and a half later. It wasn’t the first time you’d borrowed one of Henry’s cars, but at least it was the humblest of the three he had. The McLaren wasn’t something he even trusted himself to drive sometimes, he’d finally gotten rid of the Clio collecting dust at his parents’ house, and the Aston was his precious baby you didn’t dare go near. But you were endlessly grateful he let you borrow the Merc. You just wished it wasn’t so flashy. It was ten times flashier than the seven-year-old Hyundai you’d inherited from your mother. Especially in the parking spot right in front of the building ten minutes before class where people could see you getting out of it. The voice who’d spoken was Anna, your best friend, and supposed roommate if you ever came home.

“Trust me when I say that man needs a new coffee machine, because I’m sick of having to leave the house at seven in the morning to go buy some,” you groaned in response, swinging your backpack over your shoulder. It was heavy as hell, but you were carrying most of your things in it because you didn’t have time to go back to your barely lived-in dorm room. Your other hand held your gigantic coffee, the biggest one you could buy because apparently British people preferred caffeine-free tea in the morning. People called you absolutely crazy for getting cold drinks when it was cold outside, too, but you didn’t care.

“You realize your neck is completely purple, right? I doubt an espresso machine is the reason you’re so tied.” You scoffed at Anna’s statement. In reality it hadn’t been crazy sex keeping you up for the past few nights – you’d been working so late that Henry came up to you the night before and wouldn’t stop biting at your neck until you agreed to come to bed, hoping it would embarrass you into having better sleeping habits. But sex was a much better story.

“Is it really bad?” You asked.

“No. Not from the front.” Anna started walking backwards up the building’s staircase, opening the door for the two of you. Your classroom was the first one on the left, a massive auditorium, because everyone had to take the History of Wagnerian Opera class for some stupid reason. You took your normal places in the bright room, taking your laptops out onto the desks. You fully expected to have to plug it in, but Henry, the ever helpful boyfriend, had plugged it in when he found it half dead the night before.

“Had a rough night, did you, Yankee?” Another voice asked behind you. It was Isaac, another student you’d been friends with from the moment you stepped on campus.

“What on Earth gave you that idea?” You asked as you took a sip of coffee. Isaac leaned closer, looking down at the back of the sweatshirt you were wearing. The hood barely covered the top of the lettering on your back. It read Cavill in white letters, and underneath it was the number 01. It was obviously customized, and well-loved judging by the fading English rose that was the logo for Henry’s favorite team. It was about three sizes too large, too, adding to the evidence that the hoodie didn’t belong to you. Isaac and Anna knew you were dating Henry, but most people had no idea. It wasn’t like you were hiding it, because you weren’t. Henry just wanted to protect you from the craziness that came with dating him, including paparazzi and prying eyes that would try to find their way into every little thing you did with or without him. You hadn’t signed an NDA or anything, but Henry was insistent on protecting you for as long as he could. You were fourteen years younger than him and he loved you dearly and nothing could change that.

“You do realize that the back of your hoodie says HIS name on it, don’t you?” Isaac said quietly, hoping no one else in the auditorium heard.

“What?” You asked in response. You could feel your face going red.

“It says Cavill 01.”

“Oh, shit.” You couldn’t take it off because the only thing you were wearing underneath it was a thin sports bra, and of course Henry’s car was so spotless on the inside that there was no chance of there being an extra shirt in there. Come to think of it, he’d been lounging around in the sweatshirt the night before. Shit, you thought. How could you miss it? How could you screw up that badly? What if this ruined everything?

“Oh shit is right,” Anna remarked.

“Does my hair cover it?” Isaac looked down at your hair. The lecture was about to start, but the thought of maybe losing Henry over a hoodie made you want to sit in the corner and cry.

“No. Neither does the hood.” You sank lower into the seat.

“Maybe people won’t care. Cavill’s a common last name here.”

“No, not really. And I think they will.” You sighed, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Just don’t mention it to anybody and wear your bag when you can. Problem solved.”

“I’ll get you something else later,” Anna cut in. In reality everyone already knew something was up. You had mentioned a few times, offhand, that you had almost moved into your boyfriend’s house and was commuting from Kensington. And you mentioned one day that he was an actor, much less that he was one of the most well-known actors in the entire world. Your phone had his name as Hank, and even though the connection wasn’t immediate, it was still enough to make someone think of the name Henry. Damn the British and their overly common name diminutives.

“I swear to God, I’ll strangle whoever even thinks about it,” you sighed in response, putting your head down until the professor started class. You didn’t need to take notes quite yet, and pulled up the messages between you and Henry. The last night it was just on my way, got the food! And you are an absolute angel. Drive safe. His name wasn’t completely revealed at the conversation.

We have a problem. Henry started typing immediately.

You didn’t crash the car, did you????

No, but that probably would’ve been better…

Please explain.

Promise you won’t get mad?

What’s wrong???

I picked up your hoodie from last night and it has your name on the back and it hides my neck but it has your name on it and there’s nothing under it so I can’t take it off and I’m freaking out because you don’t want people to know and I’m sorry, I just screwed up so bad. I’m such an idiot.

It’s okay. Calm down. You’re not an idiot. You’re an absolute moron and I love you anyway

I’m so sorry. I know you didn’t want anyone to know.

The only reason I didn’t want anyone to know is because I didn’t want anyone to make you upset because I’m stupidly in love with you and people will try to tell you otherwise. It’ll be okay. If they find out they find out. Don’t worry about it. Really.

I feel like an idiot now.

I’m sure you look better in it than I do anyway. Don’t worry about it, love. I’ll see you at home and we’ll figure it out.

Thank you.

I love you!!!!

Love you more dimples.

You smiled a little, sitting back into your chair and starting to type out notes about the dark undertones within Ride of the Valkyrie. For the rest of class, it was fine. But you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t nervous for your next class. Isaac wasn’t there to back you up, and Anna sat on the other side of the room because you always distracted each other. You were on your own, taking in the scent of Henry’s aftershave that was left on the sweatshirt from the night before. It helped you calm down at least a little, even if the name on the back made you nervous. You sat lower in the chair than usual, but it didn’t stop at least one person knowing.

“You like Henry Cavill too?” Elizabeth, the most annoying person on Earth (and a completely mediocre pianist with no sense of emotion who only got in because her father works for the royal family), said as she strained to read the sweatshirt on the way to her seat.

“Yep.” You tried to play it off and wipe out the conversation before it even started. Never before had you wanted to listen to your old white professor rant about other old dead white guys. “He’s a good actor.”

“I’m, like, so in love with him,” Elizabeth responded. Henry rolled his eyes every single time you said a word about Elizabeth, but you’d never tell her that. “Like, he’s just so dreamy.”

“Oh, yeah,” you responded without even thinking. “He’s gorgeous.” You didn’t even realize what you said until Elizabeth’s eyes danced with a grin that matched her mouth.

“You know him?” She exclaimed.

“I mean, um, yeah, my internship…” you tried to cover, but it definitely didn’t work.

“Shut up, you know him? Or, oh my gosh, is he the guy you’re dating?” You could tell that all of the color drained from your face and the room suddenly felt hot. You weren’t going to lie about it, but she would also be one of the first few people to know. And it wouldn’t be long before she blabbed her mouth to her followers.

“I heard he likes younger girls anyway,” Ellen, the girl who sat behind Elizabeth, said. That was the cue for you to realize that everyone else was listening, too, and they couldn’t just mind their business. Your hands shifted uncomfortably inside the pocket of Henry’s sweatshirt. The room was definitely getting warmer.

“Yeah,” you responded quietly. “We’ve been dating a few months and didn’t want to tell anyone yet. But you figured it out, so congrats.” You swallowed a lump in your throat. On the one hand you were glad that it wasn’t going to be a secret anymore. You didn’t want to hide how much you loved the curly-haired idiot who was too large for his own good.

“Oh my GOD!” Elizabeth said excitedly. She was a little too loud with it. You just turned back around and pulled out your phone, hands shaking from the anxiety of what Henry had said. He said you were good enough, but what happened when the world was able to judge you?

Well, Elizabeth figured it out. Not long until she spills to her 22 followers. And then their 22 followers.

At least I can post that picture you took with me on the beach…

The ugly one where I almost drowned after? Nooooo please!!!

Oh that’s not what I was thinking about, but now that you mention it, my fingers might just slip…

This conversation is DONE, fat Cavill! I swear I’ll punch the dimples right out of you.

You underestimate me, little one.

Cavill, this class is an hour long and I swear if I get out and you did something I will make you sleep on your own couch for the next year.

Guess you’ll just have to fight me when you get home…

With that, the conversation was over. Most people in the room didn’t seem to notice or care, but Elizabeth and Ellie did. Your friends didn’t for the most part, but you would assume some would turn on you. And you could tell that they were going to do whatever they could to make sure everyone knew that they knew before anyone else. It was strange to think that Henry was being so cool with it, that he wanted there to be a before people knew and an after. You shut your mind off and did your best to focus, even though it wasn’t very well.

You got up at the end of class and packed your things, ready to brave the library until your next class, but you exited the room and there was someone standing at the entry hallway. Henry. And he was holding another coffee in one hand, and draped on his other arm was a shirt. He’d never been in public with you without some stupid disguise on, much less to bring you coffee in between classes.

“Henry?” You asked, slightly too loudly. Elizabeth and Ellen turned toward you, but you blew past them to see Henry. He was grinning, from ear to ear.

“So apparently, according to the internet in the past few minutes I’ve been in the car, I’m cradle robbing. Apparently you’re Instagram-model material, which I could’ve told you,” he said. “I brought you another coffee for dealing with bullshit, and I brought you another shirt in case you want to change.”

“Can I keep this one?” You asked, looking down at Henry’s that you were still wearing. “And you didn’t post the bad picture of me yet?”

“No, I was waiting for your approval,” he responded. He reached for his phone and handed it to you, and it was opened to a set of pictures he hadn’t posted yet.

@henrycavill: The real Mission Impossible is getting her to stay still long enough to take a picture with her favorite old man. To be clear, though; she is MINE and I couldn’t be happier. I will sword-fight ANYONE to defend her honor!!

It was a series of five pictures, all of them the two of you together, some of them cuter than others, and you just grinned. You couldn’t believe he was okay with everything, and you couldn’t believe that he was actually standing there with you, braving the people in your class just to hand you a coffee and offer you a shirt.

“I love you,” you said quietly. He smiled in response. “Really.”

“I love you too. I don’t care who knows.” You laughed and hugged him tightly, even though he was still holding your coffee. “But I do want the Merc back, your car is outside.”

“Whatever you say, cradle-robber.”

A/N: I’m in an opera history class right now and it’s so frustrating that I’m definitely taking it out here. I hope the person who requests this loves it as much as I did because omg I love this 😭

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill imagine

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buckyscrystalqueen · 4 years ago

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Too Smart for Your Own Good: Part 4

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader, (Past and Future) Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, one night stand, unprotected sex

Word Count: 4,390

A/N: Doesn’t have a completed end yet, but just giving you more content to try to get myself out of a writing funk.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You were actually surprised that Colson come around every day to visit for a couple hours after meeting your father, but he took the time out of partying and general debauchery to still get to know you. He didn’t pay attention to the glares your father shot him when he was actually home, or the mumbled comments about his car and tattoos, he just came to hang out with you and his child… who he was ecstatic to find out was a daughter.

“Who came up with Casie?” You asked as you stretched your legs out as much as you could in his small car on your way home from your gender reveal ultrasound.

“Emma.” He said as he glanced over at you, mad at himself for insisting you took his car because you were obviously uncomfortable. “Naming Casie was a battle. Took us months to settle on a name… I’m sorry, we’re almost back.” He said as he pulled down the street your community was on.

“Hate this stupid car.” You grumbled as you shifted in your spot again.

“Yea, well I love it.”

“Doesn’t fit a baby well.” You huffed as you hit your clicker to open the resident gate. You turned the slightest bit as your father’s motorcycle drove up directly beside you, so he could knock on the window to get your attention.

“Lock down.” He growled as he gestured you forward. “Pack a bag, we gotta fucking go.” With a nod of your head, you made a gesture for Kels to drive, and rolled your window back up to drown out the roar of motorcycles around you.

“What’s lock down?”

“I’ll explain later.” You breathed as your leg started to bounce. You instantly started to run though the list of things you would need to bring from your house before it was locked down like the club house. You were unbuckled with the car door open before Kels had even parked, and you headed in and upstairs to your office before anything else.

“We don’t have fucking time for this!” Negan shouted as you started throwing some of your current research into a briefcase.

“Then go pack a fucking bag!” You barked back as you unplugged your Mac Book and grabbed a spare charger from a neatly marked box on your book shelf. It followed your laptop into the bag, along with the current hard drive you were backing your work up on, and topped with another two stacks of papers. “There.” You breathed as you threw in some pens and grabbed your white board off the easel. You held the board flat out to Colson, and put the bag on his shoulder.

“Lay it down flat on the back seat of my dad’s truck and make sure nothing gets put on top of it. Your life depends on it.” He nodded his head and took your belongings as you walked past him to go to your room. You grabbed a suitcase and threw random outfits in it to get out the door faster. A jump bag of pre and always packed bathroom essentials was thrown in, along with a spare make up bag and one that held extra chargers. You were just snagging your giant body pillow off the bed, when Negan came in to assist.

“Give.” He grumbled as he took a hold of the strap on your shoulder while the alarm panel outside your bedroom started to beep.

“What happened?”

“The fucking prick put hits out on our fucking heads.” He muttered as he hit a button on the alarm panel to close the storm doors on your side of the house. “500k for you alive, mil for me…”

“I’m guessing not alive.” You said with a glance back at him as he grabbed your mother’s guitar case from by the door and used it to push you out the door.

“Get in the truck, Princess.” He said simply as he pulled your bedroom door closed. With a nod of your head, you did as you were told and headed down stairs to the garage, where Colson was pulling his Lambo into your father’s parking spot.

“You’re coming?” You asked him when he got out of the car. “I thought you had your tour…”

“We’ll get him to the airport. Get in the fucking car, (Y/N).” There were no further questions asked, only directions followed, as you got in the drivers seat of the truck and tossed your pillow on the floor in the back seat. “Straight there.” Negan said over the starting rumble of motorcycles as he handed you his seatbelt. “Don’t stop.” You nodded your head and buckled in with a sigh.

“So I’m just getting swept up with the motorcycle club?”

“There’s a price on my head.” You told him as you put the large truck into drive and pulled out of your driveway behind Negan and Simon. “Which means that if any of the Hilltop know you’re the father of my child, they will go after you to get to my father.”

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“You follow rugby?” Colson asked with a small chuckle as you stepped out of the bathroom in your fathers suite at the club house. You hummed at him, as if you needed to hear the question again, and looked down at your very old and very worn shirt before he could repeat himself.

“Henry followed rugby.” You breathed as you put your bathroom bag in your suitcase. “He’s from England originally.”

“Do you miss him?” He asked as he crossed his ankles on the king sized bed. When you didn’t give him an answer, he rephrased and asked again. “Do you still love him?” You sighed loudly as you climbed into bed on your dad’s side and pulled your body pillow toward you.

“You don’t stop loving someone because they broke your heart, Colson.” You stated as you scooted down under the blankets as far to the edge as you dared to give your baby daddy his space. “You just love them with all the little pieces like a fucking masochist.”

“How’d you meet him?” He inquired as he picked up the remote and muted the movie he had on. You looked up at him in annoyance as you started the long process of trying to get you and your daughter comfortable for the night.

“At a rugby match.” You shook your head and adjusted it on the pillow a few times. “I was in England presenting at a conference as a ‘NASA expert’. I got invited by a colleague and even though I knew nothing about rugby, I went. Henry was in the seat next to me. Spent the whole match explaining the ins and outs of ‘a proper sport’ like an asshole.” You finally smirked and looked up at him through your lashes. “I didn’t stand a fucking chance. I was head over heels by the end of the game.”

“Do you think he’s gunna come back?” He asked as he scooted down a bit to see you a bit better. You shrugged your shoulder and adjusted your head once more while taking a deep, slightly shaky breath.

“The scientific part of me knows the statics of medic soldiers in the army coming home, either because of death or dedication. I also know he wanted to go back home before he even left for the war. And I know that he hated the club because of the chaos it always dumped on my lap. So I know the likelihood of him coming home ceased to exist years ago… but fuck, do I miss him every single day.”

“Would you go back to him if he came home?” He asked, which made you simply close your eyes in response for almost a full minute.

“In a heartbeat.”

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After the lockdown, a few weeks after you went home, your entire world flipped on its ass. You were sitting by the pool in the mid day sun, playing ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’ on the ukulele the way your mother used to do for you when she was pregnant, when your phone started ringing beside you.

“Sorry, baby girl.” You whispered as you exchanged your small guitar for your cell. “I’ll have to finish later on.” Your daughter, who had previously settled in so that she was closer to the ukulele, shifted down so that she was almost laying on your hip. You mumbled ‘brat’ before answering the phone.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” A deep, male voice said, startling you the slightest bit since it was not one of the usual gate guards.

“Yes?” You questioned as you pulled your cell forward and looked at the screen. ‘DWG’ blinked back at you, letting you know that this was your driveway and not the main gate, which confused you even more.

“Ma’am, my name is Corporal Michael Douglas from the United States Army…”

“Henry…” You gasped as the phone slipped from your fingers and clattered to the floor. You took off at a run though your house, startling your father and his current side piece in the kitchen as you went past. Your hands shook as you ripped open the front door and fought with wrought iron door at the end of the atrium. Your dad, who was confused as to what was going on, followed you outside as a black government vehicle pulled through the slow moving gate. You stumbled the slightest bit when the back door opened before the car completely stopped, and your dad only had a second to grab you before your knees gave out. But that only lasted a moment before you were running again.

“(Y/N).” Henry breathed as he stepped out of the vehicle, looking a little worse for the wear, much more muscular, and a few years older, but still as handsome as the day you left him at the army base. You took a leap of faith that he was really, truly standing there, and jumped in his arms as tears started to fall down your cheeks.

“You’re real?” You gasped as he sank down to his knees right there in your driveway so you were in his lap.

“I’m real.” He whispered against your neck as his tears fell onto your shoulder. You held on to him for dear life, praying that this wasn’t some cruel joke, as your father spoke with the military men that brought the love of your life home. “You’re pregnant.” He whispered even softer as he brushed his hand across the back of your head.

“I’m pregnant.” You confirmed as you leaned back to search his gorgeous blue eyes. “He’s a friend. A one night stand…”

“Swear it?” He asked in his handsome accent that you were just now realizing you actually missed. You could see the fear in his eyes from not only this moment, but so many others as well, and every single part of you wanted to just pull him back into your arms to fix all that pain.

“Swear it.” You promised as you cupped his bearded cheeks in your palms. With a small nod, he fisted your hair in his hand and pulled you in for a long, needy kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away as a long lost calm washed over you from head to toe. Your work, which kept you up at night, floated away into the stars, and the stress from worrying about Colson and his influence on your daughter danced away on a melody that only Henry could create. The club, the lock down, the even the skank that had been sitting on your kitchen counter in her underwear when you ran past, all of that was gone. The only thing that mattered was Henry.

“You left me.” You sobbed when you finally pulled back to catch your breath as you fiancé’s bag was passed off to Negan.

“I was taken.” He breathed as he held you close, terrified like you that this was some kind of sick joke. “Prisoner of war. They commandeered my convoy and took the medics…”

“I should have fought harder to find you.”

“No, my love. No.” He said as he stroked your back slowly. “You’ve done nothing wrong…”

“Didn’t I though?” You choked as you sat back to look at him, and then pointedly at your bump.

“No…” He repeated as he reached up and tilted your head up with a curled finger under your chin. “You did as I asked. You moved on…”

“I never moved on.”

“OK, you two need to get the fuck inside.” Negan grumbled as he looked away from the retreating army vehicle. “Get a fucking room.”

“Pleasure to see you again, Negan.” Henry said, sarcastically, as he moved his hands down your back to the back of your thighs. “And on the free side of bars, no less.” You squeaked and laughed as Henry easily stood up and carried you inside with your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“Fucking hate you, mother fucker.” Your dad growled as he followed the two of you inside. You stretched your hand out for Henry’s bag and smiled at him before gesturing to the half naked woman that was standing by the front door.

“She needs clothes.” You said with your eyebrow raised. “And probably needs to go back to the club house too.”

“Fucking gladly.” He barked at you as he handed you the duffle bag but stayed put in the entry. With a small smile, you hid your face in Henry’s neck and closed your eyes as he headed up stairs. He didn’t stop until he made it up to your room, where he very gently laid you down on the bed.

“May I?” He asked as he toed off his shoes and gestured to what used to be his side of the bed.

“Always.” With a nod, he pulled his shirt off, pulled back the blankets and got under them in front of you. “You’re really here, aren’t you?” You whispered as you scooted closer to him and rested your fingertips on his chest. You pulled your eyes away from his and looked at a long, jagged white scar on his chest that hadn’t been there before he left. “You didn’t call…”

“I didn’t think you’d let me in the gate.” You stayed quiet as your fingertips trailed across his muscular, hair covered chest and stomach to another, much smaller scar near his hip. “I didn’t know if you’d be alone. Darling, I’ve spent the last six years, stuck in a dark room, let out only to try to fix their injured. And in all that time, all I could do was think about you. About your beautiful smile, and that gorgeous ass I love so much. And how I knew I’d come home to you with another man.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes as he slid his hand down your side until it rested on your bump. “Why’d you even let me in?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because I fucking left you!” He shouted as his fingers tightened on your hip. “I fucking left you without a word for what?!”

“Henry!” You said quickly as you shook your head and pushed his hair back off his face. “Hey, shhh…” He shook his head and looked down to hide his face, but you moved so that you could still see him. “Baby, don’t think.” You soothed as you brushed your hand across his cheek. “Don’t think right now. We have plenty of time for that later. Plenty of time. All that matters is you are home now, right? You’re home and you’re safe. That’s all that matters. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

“I’m home.” He breathed with a small smile as he met your eyes again and put his hand on top of yours on his cheek. You nodded your head and scooted as close as physically possible to his chest for comfort. It took only a moment for you to burst into tears. “I know.” He soothed softly as he moved his hand off yours and gently rubbed your back. “I know, darling. I’m here. I’ll never leave again.”

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A heavy weight hung in the air of your bathroom as you stood in front of your returned soldier, cutting his wet hair for him in the way he used to wear it. You didn’t even have to ask where his mind was, the trail of his fingertips across your currently bare stomach was hint enough. He’d stop every few moments and look up at you through his lashes, but he always looked away before you looked down.

“Did you want me to come home?” He asked as he let you turn his head to the side. You paused mid snip with a small startle and stood up straight in front of him.

“Of course I did.”

“I want the truth.” He said as he looked up into your eyes with tears in his own. “Don’t placate, that’s not who you are.” You couldn’t help but sigh as you took a step back and set your comb and scissors on the counter.

“No. I didn’t. Thinking you had just left me without a word, I wanted nothing to do with you.” You could see the hurt in his eyes as he nodded his head and dropped his eyes down to your stomach. “I was crushed, Henry! You disappeared without a word. I figured you just loved the army more than you loved me…”

“I could love nothing more than I love you!” He snapped as his gazed whipped back up to you. “Nothing!”

“Look at it from where I’m standing, baby.” You sighed as you pushed off the counter and straddled his lap. “Look at the last argument we ever had. Remember me, telling you that if you walked out that door, to never come back. I don’t forget anything, Henry. Nothing at all. So yes, when you disappeared, I didn’t want you to come back because I was hurt that you would choose a bunch of sweaty strangers over the woman you claimed to love. But not a single day went by where I didn’t think about you and want you to come back home. Not one. I wanted to call you every time I got even the smallest breakthrough in my research. I wanted to run upstairs and celebrate every time I got a little closer to getting my dad out. And you were the only one that I wanted to call when I found out I was pregnant.” Tears welled in your eyes and you looked away from him with a small shake of your head.

“I want her to be yours.” You whispered with a small sniffle. “I wanted a family with you. But I lost you, and I didn’t know if my dad was ever getting out. I had no one and I made a choice…”

“Do you want me here now?” He asked as he reached up and gently turned your face toward his. You nodded your head and sniffled as your tears fell freely on to his lap.

“I need you here. I’m better with you here. I’m lost without you and I always have been. You know that. But that’s not the question here. The question here is do you want to be here? Do you want to be here, with me… raising another man’s baby?” You didn’t hold his hesitation against him, knowing that it was not an easy question to answer, and leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss. “I have all the time in the world, baby. And I understand either way.”

“I love you.” He said as he held onto your waist before you could stand up. “I love you so damn much. And after losing the last six years of my life, I won’t lose any more. I spent every night counting down to the day I could hold you in my arms again. Even if, yes, I had to restart my count a few times until we got here. But it was better than counting the days I was away. I just knew I needed to get to you and you kept me strong in those dark times. I know it won’t be easy, my love. But I love you. And I won’t lose you again. I’d rather go back to the fucking pit I was in…”

“I love you, too.” You interrupted with a shake of your head. “I’m not going anywhere.” He nodded his head and very gently picked up your right hand with a very small smile.

“Think we can move this back to the correct hand then?” He asked as he started to pull your engagement ring off your right ring finger, where it had lived since exactly one year after he stopped writing to you. You smiled but quickly poked your lip out as you pulled your hand back the slightest bit.

“You still gunna let me clean up your pirate beard?”

“You know you are the only one that does it correctly.”

“Well I think that’s an acceptable answer.” You teased as you handed him your left hand with a smile. “Because we both know I don’t dig this… oh, who am I kidding, you’re still fucking gorgeous.”

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“I can feel you staring at me.” You said sleepily as you shifted the slightest bit against Henry’s side to stretch out your sleep stiff muscles. You felt his slight chuckle under your cheek as he dipped his chin to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry darling.”

“You’re fine.” You said with a smile as you moved your fingers under his hand on his chest to hold his thumb. You forced your eyes open and your brow furrowed when you noticed the room was still shrouded in a cloud of darkness. “Time is it?”

“Half past five.” He shrugged when you looked up at him and sighed.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Didn’t want to wake up and be back in that room.” Your heart broke for him as you pulled your hand free of his and gently touched his cheek before he could look away.

“Henry…”

“It wasn’t bad.” He said quietly as he pulled your hand back down to his chest to hold it tightly. “Truly, it wasn’t. They needed to keep us alive to help their people. We were fed scraps twice a day, and were given… well pathetic excuses for beds, but beds all the same. But the four of us lived in a small room, with no real windows, and a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling… and a bucket in the corner.”

“My God…” You gasped as you propped yourself up beside him on your elbow.

“It wasn’t that bad, my love.” He tried as he gently pulled you back down to the bed with his free hand. “We spent more time out of the room than we did in anyways. Plenty of people to patch up in a war.”

“Not that bad? Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill that is bad!”

“OK, no need to full name me here.” He chuckled, trying to lighten the darkened mood. “I was a prisoner of war, (Y/N). I wasn’t staying at the Ritz. But I knew what I was signing up for when I joined, darling. I was warned that being a medic was a far more risky job…”

“So you went anyway.” You said as you attempted to pull away again. “You left me…”

“I left to help people who needed me.” He said as he rolled with you and pinned you down to the bed carefully with his body weight. “It was never my intention to leave you. Never. My only intention was to help. And while the way I helped was less than ideal, I saved the lives of women and children that were casualties of a senseless war. And I am damn proud of that. And if I could go back and do it again, I would. Just under much more hospitable conditions where I could tell you every single day that I loved you with all of my heart and that I missed you impossibly more than that. I’m a doctor, (Y/N). That’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.

And I apologize from the bottom of my heart that I left you. I’m so, so sorry, my love. I never wanted to hurt you and had I known that leaving you was going to hurt you the way it has, I never would have left. I would have done a residency here in LA so I could marry the love of my life and start our family together. I’m sorry that I made you feel alone, and unloved, and forgotten because that is so far from the truth. I love you no matter what. No matter if you spent the last six years hating me, no matter if you’re pregnant with another man’s child. I love you. And I will spend the rest of my days loving you. I will love your daughter as if she is my own. And I will put up with shit from the club, and your father for the rest of time because I will never leave your side again. Fuck, I will even let you be the slightly emasculating sugar mama you tend to be when we’re out as long as I never have to go another day without you. Love, please stop crying…”

“I’m pregnant, leave me alone!” You snapped as you pulled a hand free of his grip to cover your face.

“Good crying?” He asked as he propped himself up on his knees to lean over and grab a tissue. You nodded your head and took the tissues from him as he sat back on the bed between your legs.

“You can’t do that…” You whined as you gestured to him with your free hand.

“Do what, love?”

“You can’t just sit there!” You screeched. “You’re all hot and muscly and I haven’t gotten laid properly in six years…”

“Oh, well that just won’t fucking do.” He chuckled as he took your tissues and tossed them on his bedside table. “Let me just fix that for you.”

Part 5

#too smart for your own good #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker x reader #henry cavill x reader

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childoftimeandmagic · 5 years ago

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Got Our Whole Lives

I really should be working on my Practical Magic!Klaroline fic, but this was tumbling, rumbling and rolling around in my brain instead.

Merthur fic for @kickassfu because she’s amazing and I love her.

You can also read it here AO3.

“Are you sure that Merlin’s working till seven tonight?” Arthur asked, for the twelfth time that afternoon as he sat in Gwen’s living room as Morgana walked back in with two mugs of tea one for her and one for Gwen.

Gwen took the mug from Morgana and shifted on the loveseat so that Morgana could sit with her before focusing on Arthur who was frantically typing into his laptop as he organized a surprise trip for him and Merlin’s second anniversary. “Yes Arthur, your boyfriend who you talk to everyday at least 12 of the 24 hours will be off work at seven alright?”

Arthur flipped her off and focused on reserving the caravan from the company he’d found online as well as the tram tickets to Normandy. He had asked Merlin to request the 17th to the 25th of June off so that they could finally take a proper holiday together. Merlin had stared at him eyeing him suspiciously as he called his boss to put in for the requested dates. Thankfully, his boyfriend hadn’t asked him what they were doing. Proclaiming that if they were going on a holiday then Arthur was planning it as Merlin was going to be finishing his Masters thesis in early June and honestly couldn’t be arsed to also plan a posh vacation up to Arthur’s aristocratic standards.

“We’re going to be caravanning?” Merlin’s voice broke through his concentration as he was going through the plan one more time. Slamming his laptop closed he looked up at Merlin who was standing just inside the living room looking down at him like he’d lost his marbles.

“What are you doing here you aren’t supposed to be here till half past seven,” he hissed, his face flushing as Merlin sat down on the floor next to him and gently handed him his phone which had two missed calls and five unanswered texts. It was also telling him that it was ten to eight – oh.

“You didn’t answer what you wanted to get for dinner and then Gwen sent me a text saying that she couldn’t ravage your sister with you in the flat,” Merlin said softly, his eyes looking at Arthur with that love and adoration that sometimes made Arthur feel stunted.

“Right we should head off,” he said standing up stiffly and pulling his laptop bag over to his side shoving the offending instrument into the finished leather.

“Arthur are you okay?” Merlin asked, they were halfway back to the flat that they shared close enough to the university and Merlin’s café job, that Arthur didn’t mind taking the extra underground line to his job in City Centre.

“Huh, oh yea,” he said, squeezing Merlin’s hand in his and pulling him in for a chaste kiss. “Better now though.”

“Right but you know me joking that you had to plan our first holiday wasn’t an effort for you to keep it a secret,” he said, cupping Arthur’s cheek with his free hand.

“I know but I want it to be a surprise,” Arthur said, as they passed the Indian take-away place a block before the apartment. “We’re eating Indian for dinner.”

Merlin laughed as his boyfriend changed the subject from what their holiday plans were to what their most pressing plans were, frankly if they had Indian take-away for dinner every night, Merlin thought Arthur would be happiest. Following him into the shop he smiled as Arthur ordered one of every appetizer before ordering Merlin’s Lamb Saagwala and his own Chicken Biryani both moderately spicy for two white boys from the countryside and wrapping the order up with an obscene number of naan.

“You know I don’t get paid till Friday right,” Merlin whispered, into Arthur’s ear when Arthur had paid and walked over to stand next to where Merlin was sitting on a stool by the window.

“I know it’s my treat,” Arthur said, wrapping his arms around Merlin’s waist pressing a kiss to his cheek and hiding his face against Merlin’s neck.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Merlin asked, rubbing his hands across Arthur’s back.

“I’m fine just want you to have the best holiday ever,” Arthur whispered, placing a kiss to Merlin’s pulse point.

“Okay, but we could hide in the flat and not go anywhere for a week and it would be the best vacation ever,” Merlin said, leaning into Arthur’s rare showing of public affection.

“Right, but you’ve never gone on a holiday outside the country, and I want your first one to be with me,” Arthur said, squeezing Merlin tighter in his arms.

“Alright, but can you at least tell me if we’re doing a roadtrip or a resort,” Merlin teased, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair it was growing longer than he normally let it get. Merlin was selfishly happy that Arthur had let his hair grow out slightly.

“Fine you twat, we’re gonna roadtrip for a week,” Arthur relented, pulling back to look at Merlin eyes searching for any sign of disappointment or reluctance to the plan. All he saw was admiration and love.

“Sounds amazing, I’m not sure I could have handled a posh resort where you and your cronies hang around when not at Parliament to talk about defrauding the everyday people of more social services,” Merlin said, completely straight faced while Arthur winced and pulled away.

“I can not believe that you just tried to tie me to my late father’s political party,” Arthur gasped, hand on chest.

“I know you’re the good party who only does marginally better for the people,” Merlin said, pulling Arthur back into his arms grinning like a loon.

“You are a twat,” Arthur said, trying not to give into Merlin’s teasing.

“Well it’s better than being a Clotpole,” Merlin said, kissing Arthur’s cheek before pushing him back towards the counter as they called out his name.

Arthur laughed as he walked back to his boyfriend who had unfolded himself from the stool to stand by the door. Waving to the employees and wishing them a good night Arthur and Merlin walked out into the night towards home.

Finished, it was done and he didn’t need to be back in the Politics and International Relation Hall until the first week of July to defend his thesis to the faculty panel. Rolling over he frowned, it was Saturday and Arthur didn’t work on Saturdays. So why was he missing from their bed? Merlin got up grabbing one of Arthur’s rugby shirts from the top of the wardrobe and walked out of the bedroom to find Arthur sitting at his laptop frowning in the kitchen.

“Who died?” he asked, walking closer to rub Arthurs shoulders.

“Huh – oh we got upgraded,” Arthur said, reaching up to tangle his fingers with Merlin’s against his left shoulder.

“Why does that have you looking like you just got a call about someone dying,” Merlin pressed, his thumb rubbing against Arthur’s hand.

“It’s just uh bigger than I was expecting,” he said, showing Merlin the large caravan.

“That’s like a proper lorry,” Merlin commented looking at the specs before looking at Arthur.

“Well can we go back to the original mini camper?” Merlin asked, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“Yea, but it won’t be ready till tomorrow,” Arthur said, sighing as he turned and buried his face in Merlin’s middle wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

“Okay so we leave on the train first thing in the morning tomorrow for Calais,” Merlin reasoned out, rubbing circles on Arthur’s shoulders.

“You don’t mind not starting your freedom from the city right away?” Arthur repeated after Merlin nudged him for mumbling into his torso.

“Nope, because I think that we can find plenty to distract us right here,” Merlin said, raising his eyebrow and nodding back towards the bedroom he’d just left. “I’m not sure I feel properly loved.”

Arthur barked out a laugh before standing up his hands gripping Merlin’s thin hips as he hoisted him up into his arms as Merlin laughed. While roughly the same height Merlin was definitely an inch taller, but he lacked the muscular physique of years of rugby and footie that Arthur had, and loved it when Arthur picked him up in his arms.

“I can’t believe we’re going on a roadtrip across the north coast of France and you didn’t even plan one battleground or museum visit,” Merlin teased, he sat in the seat his legs across Arthur’s lap since it wasn’t a manual vehicle.

“You just spent the last two months writing a thesis on the battles of the Normandy conquest. I made the executive decision that this would be nature parks, cafes, beach walks, and ocean spray not academics.” Arthur snapped, huffing as he passed a lorry on the left.

“I love it, and appreciate that you put so much effort into this trip for me,” Merlin said, pulling his feet out of Arthur’s lap to lean over and kiss his cheek.

“Uh huh, how long is my plan going to last?” Arthur asked, eyebrows raised shaking his head.

“Probably till the first time we stop and I see a sign for a stuffy local museum,” Merlin admitted laughing when Arthur groaned.

“Next time we go to a nice resort that has nude beaches and no museums near it,” Arthur grumbled, turning up the music playing through the sound system.

“Fine I’ll stop teasing you with my obsession with wasting days away in stuffy museums,” Merlin said, carding his fingers through Arthur’s hair.

“Twat.”

“Dollop head.”

“Are you ever going to tell me what that means?”

“Nope.”

Soon they devolved into Arthur driving and Merlin fiddling with the playlist on his phone until he found one he wanted, and leaned against the seat arm to kiss Arthur quickly before pulling away. Arthur laughed as Merlin folded his long limbs into a pretzel sit and leaned his head against the window eyes dropping already. Merlin always fell asleep if he wasn’t the one driving.

Arthur smiled and relaxed as he followed the GPS directions to Camping des Dunes, a beach campground. It was rustic and relaxing.

Pulling in he followed the directions to the beach front parking. It was crowded but not the levels that Gwaine and Percival had warned him about. Parking and pulling up the emergency brake he pressed a kiss to Merlin’s temple and turned his seat around to set up the bedding and open the back door so that they could sleep to the sounds of the ocean behind them. Once he’d done that he grabbed the small grill and bag of charcoal so that they could cook up the chicken kababs that they’d made up yesterday afternoon.

“Are we there?” Merlin asked, turning to look out the side door at Arthur who was stoking the coals to get them hot. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around and smiled at Arthur who grinned back.

“Go take a look around, I’m just heating up the coals and then I’ll find you okay?” Arthur asked, rubbing the small little box in his jean pocket.

“I’m going to see what the amenities are like and then the beach I’ll be back in like ten minutes,” Merlin said, pulling Arthur close for a quick kiss which turned into a longer moment than he planned. “I can’t leave here if you don’t let me go.”

“I don’t want to let you go,” Arthur mumbled, tightening his grip around Merlin’s middle before releasing him.

“I’ll be back soon,” Merlin said, walking off to explore.

Once the coals were adequately hot, he covered the grill and started off to look for Merlin. As Arthur walked over to the beach which was just around the hedge he’d parked next too. Walking on the sand his sandals in his hand. Looking for his boyfriend, he admired the sun glinting off the waves and the sand. Merlin was sitting on the top of the dune staring out at the waves.

“Hey Emrys, you get lost in your head,” he asked, sitting next to his partner.

“Sorry I was sitting in the sun and it felt so good. Can we have dinner after the sun sets?” Merlin said, leaning against Arthur’s shoulder. Arthur shifted so that his chest was against Merlin’s back. Arthur chuckled and settled back into the dune, pulling Merlin into his arms holding him tight.

“It’s beautiful here,” Merlin murmured, trailing his fingers up and down Arthur’s legs as he relaxed into Arthur’s hold.

“I’m glad you find it so beautiful,” Arthur said, shifting so that he could rest his chin on Merlin’s shoulder. “I have a question for you dearheart.”

“What’s going on darling,” Merlin asked, shifting so he could look at Arthur. Pulling away and looking at his boyfriend Merlin searched his face for a hint at what was on Arthur’s mind.

“So we’ve been dating for the last three years and living together for two, and you’ve been with me for some of the hardest moments in my life,” Arthur started taking a deep breath and reaching out to hold Merlin’s hand in his. “You helped me come out to my Father, you helped me reconcile my grief with my anger after he died. When I think about the future and where I want to be in it, Merlin you’re right by my side. I don’t – no I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Merlin took the pause that Arthur inadvertently took a breath to hold up his hand. “I need you to hold that thought because if you’re doing what I think you’re doing I need to grab something from my pack.”

Arthur was sitting in the sand watching the love of his life run across the beach back to their caravan and then running back only tripping twice, thankfully not biting it and falling. When Merlin fell to his feet in front of him Arthur eyed the small green box in his hands before Arthur pulled out a small black box from his jeans. They looked at each other and promptly devolved into laughs holding onto each other.

“Can I finish please?” Arthur asked, looking at Merlin eyes wide as he cupped his cheeks, rubbing his thumb across the stubble.

“By all means you aristocratic poof,” Merlin teased, sneaking a kiss before pulling away to hold Arthur’s hands in his.

“As I was saying – I was wondering if you’d do me the honor of making me the happiest lord in England and man on earth by marrying me?” Arthur asked, opening the box in his left hand to reveal a dark band with flecks of blues, golds, reds in the center of the band shifting in the sunlight.

“I first would like to point out that I was hoping to ask you while you stargazed tonight, but I – I don’t want to wait. I’ll marry you if you’ll marry me?” Merlin said, grinning looking at his boyfriend as he opened the green box in his hand revealing an elegant and smooth gold band with a gentle engraving on the inside in sloping interconnected lines.

“Nothing would make me happier,” Arthur said, taking Merlin’s left hand in his right while Merlin took Arthur’s left hand in his. Once they interchanged the rings, Arthur pulled Merlin into a gentle kiss. Resting his forehead against Merlin’s, Arthur smiled and stood up slowly.

“We gotta go cook dinner, otherwise we won’t have any coals left to use,” Arthur said, taking Merlin back to the caravan. This road trip was going to be more amazing than they’d originally thought.

“After dinner we have to call mum and tell her the good news,” Merlin said, intertwining their fingers. Arthur laughed and nodded as they separated to complete the required tasks.

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