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irndad · 8 months ago

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won't you be my sunshine-a.h.

a/n: runner!hotch x sunshine!reader !! sooooo fluffy, first hotch fic of mine so be gentle with me! lots of pining and happy end <3 happy to continue with these two in an au!

Aaron Hotchner is not a particularly emotive man.

This is a skill he has honed, a cherished quality that was not born of luck or of natural ability, but a skill that he has honed down to a fine tip point. He needs to be, in this job. It’s cost him things, of course, but for the most part, Aaron is happy with his choices. He takes a firm line with people he works with, and does not always let up in his personal life.

The only time this sometimes causes a hitch, is in his romantic life.

Which isn’t to say that he has one.

There is a woman who reads in the park every morning. Aaron affectionately thinks of this bench as her bench, as it is marked by wisterias and hyacinths on either end of it. It’s something of a ritual, after his runs, that they talk.

It’s fun. He doesn’t have a lot of space for fun. He’d collapsed on the bench one day after siphoning his anger at a particular case into a difficult run. He’d crashed onto the bench, sweaty and exhausted and hadn’t even seen her there. Which is a bit impressive, as she’s hard to miss the sight of. It is also in equal measure embarrassing. It’s not every day you collapse in front of a gorgeous woman, disturbing her from what is likely a lovely afternoon in the park.

That’s how it started, anyway. She doesn’t run, so each break is punctuated by her company. He’s actually not sure if they’re flirting. He’s not very good at that- the last time he has to he was 17 and so full of unearned confidence, he lucked into a partnership.

Now, he’s a bit older and a lot more scarred. She’s younger than him, not by much. She laughs with her whole chest at his dry, glib humor- and this is something Aaron had forgotten. The joy of a beautiful, wonderful woman’s company beside you.

He feels a little out of place next to her. Romance is not something he does. Ever thought he’d do again, really. That’s not to say that this is romance. Their romance is almost entirely hypothetical. He thinks of her at work, which is a monumental development in and of itself.

“So, how was the paperwork? I know you’ve been taking a little more on since your colleague had a baby. It’s so kind of you to do it.” She asks him on a beautiful August morning.

He fights off a blush that she remembers what he’s done for JJ. He’s not big on mentioning his own good deeds. Aaron believes that this would cancel it out. Still, her praise is a warm balm to the exhaustion that plagues him. It’s hedonistic, the way he wants her to say more about him. He wonders absentmindedly if she knew everything about him that’s hard to love, she’d still paint him with such a light and warm glance. She’s bright enough, he’s tempted to tell her everything about him just because she asks.

“It was…alright. My team is excellent. I’m lucky to work with people like them, it makes the process better. I couldn’t ask for more.”

She giggles a little at this, and there’s that roar of affection.

He feels a sense of ease around her, one that is suspicious for him. He tries not to romanticize, but this connection is hard not to. She’s beautiful- this is obvious to anyone who meets her, a simple truth of her. But Aaron is trained to notice things little factors that show the truth of someone.

He likes to watch her- it’s a pleasant thing, getting to be in her presence. It’s a little addicting, the way she looks at him. It makes him feel like all of the things he knows to be true of himself- his relative failures, the closed-off nature of his demeanor- are things that not only can be overlooked, but don’t seem to be in her line of sight at all. It’s an honor, to have her doe eyes rake over the sight of him, to meet him with gentle conversation.

He tries not to notice that she is gorgeous. Aaron has been around beautiful women, of course- this is not something that should surprise him. But there’s something effervescent about her, something that his him wondering if it’s possible that she might feel the same way about him. He knows that he used to be a more attractive man, but now. Well, he’s a bit bruised, both metaphorically and physically.

It feels odd to even think of this happening. She’s just got a warm, sweet tone and he replays what it’s like when she greets him. She smiles her brilliant grin and sometimes hugs him. It’s embarrassing how much he likes the feeling of it- soft curves against hard muscle and scarred skin. She always smells wonderful, and he wonders how nice it would be to have more of this.

“I like your new shirt, by the way.” She smiles at him, and his heart jumps. It feels juvenile, but- she’s wearing a new lipstick, it seems. Her beautiful pout looks awfully tempting.

“I like the lip color,” he tries to compliment back amenably, but that doesn’t stick. Instead, it comes out too earnest. He’s hyper aware of the fact that she’s right by him. She flushes, and Aaron feels a surge of pride.

“Thank you,” she says, voice softer and flattered, and isn’t that a pretty sound? He’d love to do that for her, make her feel seen, make her feel like she’s as beautiful as she is, “I thought you might like it.”

It’s her directiveness that breaks the seal, he supposes looking back. Because she wore the lipstick for him. That’s just about the only thing it can mean, and he is struck with a particularly sensory fantasy of what it would be like to slot his mouth against hers- he gets the feeling it might be worth it even if he gets the color on his mouth.

He’s a gentleman, though, he decides after a decidedly ungentlemanly amount of time spend staring at the gorgeous curve of her lips.

“Would you want to get dinner with me?” He hears himself say it before he’s processed it, and then it’s out into the world. His heart is hammering and he’s blaming on the run, when god, it’s absolutely about how breathtaking she looks, the sunlight reflecting off her hair like a halo. When she beams back at him, she looks particularly angelic.

It’s then, she leans over and kisses him on the cheek.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

(Months later, when she is sitting on his kitchen counter and he is standing between her legs, gazing down at her with unabated fondness because he is entitled to that, he reflects on this moment and thinks god, how lucky am I, that I ran past that bench?)

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so-long-soldier-writes · 7 months ago

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Gorgeous

kai parker x reader (both 18+!) (shy!virgin!kai)

summary: troubled by his own body, kai's afraid to go all the way with you. that is, until you confess you love him regardless of the way he looks, giving him just the confidence he's needed all along.

tags: friends to lovers, kissing, minor fingering, shy!kai, mentions of child abuse / physical abuse [I can't just write a normal fic, can I?], implied s3lf h4rm, emotional hurt / comfort, confessions, making out, blow jobs, virgin!kai, top / bottom switching, reader is a little freaky, nipple sucking, pet names, aftercare, cuddling

word count: 5.5k

a/n: sooooo... this has been sitting in my wips for over a year. for some reason, i just never posted it. but unfortunately, i have work tomorrow, so i'll be dead as a doornail that evening, and the work i wanted to post isn't done yet, so i'll post this in the meantime. that being said, i think i'm finally starting to get back in the swing of things. i'm still working on requests as well as other stuff, but i'm coming back slowly!

also, if this idea is totally unusual, that's probably why it sat in my drafts for a year. it's a year old fluffy smut with a strange premise. bare with me. 😅

The minute you get back from work, you collapse onto the nearest chair and groan.

“You okay there?”

Looking up, you see Jo and her boyfriend on the couch watching a movie. Oops.

“Sorry. Yeah. Long day. Where is everyone?”

“Our dads went to the flooding company people to try and get that situation covered, and our moms took the kids to the park.”

“My brother too?”

“Your brother, but not mine.”

“Cool,” you give the girl a thumbs up. “Hey Cody.”

Jo’s boyfriend looks over at you, “hey, Y/N.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go shower.”

“Okay!”

You make your way up the stairs slowly, wondering where Kai is. Poking your head in his room, you see he’s not in there, but you don’t hear him anywhere else. Oh well. You’ll find him after your shower, because you really, really need that shower.

In your room - also the Parker’s guest room - you grab a new set of clothes and your hairbrush, before going into the guest bathroom in the hallway. See, you and the Parkers are neighbors and have become close family friends. Though one night after a really bad storm, your basement flooded, as did several other houses nearby. This is a problem Mr. Parker could easily fix with magic, but considering the electric and flooding companies know your house was one of the ones affected, he can’t do anything without revealing his coven. Instead, your family temporarily moved in with his until the county could fix the issue.

It’s been two weeks, no progress. But you’re not complaining; you get to spend more time with Kai - your best friend who you’ve recently started dating in secret.

As you’re busy undressing and getting the water ready, you don’t hear Kai come in from outside. The boy stands in the kitchen, staring at nothing in particular.

“Is everyone still out?” He hesitantly asks Jo.

“Yeah. But Y/N came home.”

“Oh. Where is she?”

“Mhm, went upstairs.” Then she snaps her fingers, “oh wait! She said she’s taking a shower. So don’t bother her. Just go to your room and wait for her to come out. Don’t be weird.”

Kai scrunches his nose. As if he’d ever make you uncomfortable on purpose. “Okay, thanks.”

Quietly, he makes his way upstairs. When he hears the water running, he bites his lip. Don’t be weird, Jo had just said. But she doesn’t know how close you two actually are. Swallowing hard, he slowly turns the knob to the bathroom door, trying not to alert Jo to which door he’s opening. Inside, the hot water steams up the mirrors, making it hard to see, but he can vaguely point out your figure through the glass.

“Y/N?”

You hear him and pop your head out of the door, “Kai! Hi. Come in,” you gesture for him to enter all the way.

He does, then shuts the door just as quietly. “I don’t mean to bug you, I just wanted to make sure you were here. Jo said you were, but…” he shrugs.

“You’re not bugging. Come on, join me.”

“What?”

“In here.”

“But… I’m wearing jeans.”

“Well then take them off, you goof.”

“I-I… um.”

Deciding to give him privacy, you stick your head back in the shower and rinse out the shampoo. The whole time you’re finishing your shower routine, you assume Kai’s going to join you at any time. You haven’t gone that far in your relationship yet, but he is a teenage boy, and he does love kissing you every chance he gets.

You two have done more than kissing, of course, but just haven’t gone all the way. And there’s plenty of reasons for that: too many people in this damn house, someone might walk in, someone might overhear, etc. etc. etc. But aside from the obvious reasons, you can’t help but feel like there’s also reasons that Kai isn’t sharing.

He likes to spend a lot of your time together practically worshipping your body. His lips and fingers have touched nearly every part of you, but he isn’t too keen on letting you do the same.

Kai holds you in place with a hand on your neck. His lips are attached right below, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand’s busy farther down - two fingers pumping in and out of you quickly. You bite your lip hard to not moan as you cum on his hands. He continues to finger fuck you through your orgasm, not letting up until your body stills. Then, he tastes one finger before putting the second in your mouth. You suck on it, eyes trained on him the whole time.

“My turn. Let me make you feel good, Kai.”

“You are. I like watching you like this.”

“No, I know. But I want to taste you, too. Let me blow you.”

Kai bites his lip as if he’s having an internal debate. “Isn’t this so much better, though?” Before you can say anything else, he kisses you, feeling his hands up and down the sides of your body as he does. “Now let me cuddle you, m’kay? Let me take care of you.”

You’re too overwhelmed in pleasure to fight, and succumb to his open arms. Minutes later, you’re both asleep.

You don’t pry if he tells you ‘no’ the first time, but of course, you can’t help but wonder why he’s never let you even see his body.

“Take your shirt off, why am I the only one exposed?” You joke, pulling at the hem.

“Hmph, no, baby, I’m too focused on you,” he says.

Every time. He won’t even take his bracelets off, let alone any of his clothes. Again, you don’t push him - he’ll take that step when he’s ready - but you really want to pleasure him the same way he does you. And besides, he just has to be hot under there; his face is insanely attractive, arms are strong, and figure is lean. You’re dying to know.

“Y/N?” His voice snaps you from your thoughts.

“Mhm?”

“I, um, actually nevermind.”

“You okay, angel?”

“Yeah, just…”

Done with your shower, you turn off the water and grab your towel. You would just go out nude despite him there, but you know the air will be cold, so you wrap the blue cloth around your body. “Well now I’m done.” Carefully, you open the door and step off the slippery floor.

In front of you, Kai is standing awkwardly. His jeans are still on, but his shirt is off and folded neatly on the bathroom counter. You gulp the minute you see his body for the first time. As you expected, he’s lean and rather well-toned for someone not allowed out of his house much. His arms have some muscle to them, and you can see several prominent veins close to the surface of his skin. What catches your eye most, however, is the sharp v-line shaping his hips, leading to somewhere still hidden from your sight. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath.

Kai swallows hard. His eyes are red. You don’t notice the signs of discomfort, though, until a small sigh escapes his lips.

You narrow your eyes when you hear him. “What's wrong, pumpkin?” Hurrying towards him, you cup the sides of his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I hate it.”

“Hate what?”

“Hate my body.”

“What do you mean? You’re gorgeous, Kai.”

“All the ew, all the stupid… everything.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t see anything ‘ew’.”

“Look closer.”

“Are you sure? If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t.”

“Just do it.”

Nervous, you step back to look at him closer. “Oh,” you mutter, suddenly saddened. Discolored skin in shades of green, yellow, and purple. Bruises, new and old. Handprints, whip marks, slaps from an open palm, all fading from red. Then there are the cuts, up and down his arms, some on his stomach, some on his shoulders. Clearly self-inflicted, though the bruises were all clearly marks of abuse.

“Now you see how ugly I really am.”

“No, no, Kai…” Gently, you run a finger across a row of evidential abuse. He flinches a little and you can’t help the tear that falls from your eyes. “You’re still gorgeous, baby.”

“Hm,” he mutters, shaking his head ‘no’.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay. I promise. You are still beautiful to me. And I still want you, I still want every inch of your body. You don’t have to hide from me. Hey, I have some, too.”

You peel the towel away a bit to expose several cuts along your upper arm.

He sniffs, “those weren’t there the other day.”

“I know, baby. But yesterday was really hard with my dad, and this was the only way I could think of to cope.”

Kai remembers yesterday. Your dad had forced you to go out with him to visit different universities in the area. By the time you both got back, he was fuming and you were holding back tears.

“He got pissed at me when I said I didn’t want to go to college. He asked me why I was the family failure, and why I couldn’t be more like him.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay, now that I’m back beside you.”

“He’s a dick. Your brother’s a dick.”

“My point is, Kai, that we have a lot of the same scars. You don’t think I’m any less beautiful because of them, so why should you think that about yourself?”

“Because I also have bruises from my fucking dad.”

“That’s not your fault, baby. Your dad is an even bigger dick than mine. And just because you have wounds on your body from his hand doesn’t mean I don’t love you or your body any less.”

Kai freezes, “you love me?”

You then freeze, too. “I, um…” Then you realize that that confession may be exactly what he needs to hear. “Yes. I do love you, Kai.”

Tears that were welling in his eyes are now falling, “why?”

“Why? Why not? Because on top of being absolutely gorgeous, you’re an amazing friend and boyfriend. You’re sweet and gentle and trying your best despite the awful circumstances you’ve been given. You’re always there through the good and bad, and I could never get tired of being with you.”

“Can I admit that I love you, too?”

You smile and nod happily before leaning in quickly to kiss him. Amidst your excitement, your towel falls from your body, and your breasts rub up against his bare chest. Kai lets out a moan at the contact, but then separates from the kiss to cover his mouth with his hand. You just raise your eyebrows at him.

“Feel good?”

Instead of answering, his hands find your breasts and feel them. His eyes roll back in his head. “So soft,” he mutters.

“Kai?”

“Hm?”

“Does this mean I can see you now?”

“Um, I, n- uh-” he stutters over every word.

“You know what? It’s okay. Later?”

“Okay.”

“Sounds good. And I hate to say it, but we have to stop,” you pause to pull on your panties and jeans, “because Jo will start getting suspicious soon,” you have to ignore Kai’s pouting face as you put on your bra, “and she doesn’t need to see us like this, because she’ll tell your dad.” Your shirt is on next, “and then my dad. And then you’ll get hurt.” He watches you pull your hair out from under your shirt and flip it to curl around your face, “and you’re not getting hurt on my watch. Okay?”

Kai nods, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, pumpkin.” You two share another kiss before leaving the bathroom. Kai grabs his shirt on the way out, fumbling to put it on, along with his multiple bracelets. “Downstairs? I need some water.”

“Sure.”

The minute you reach the last step, Jo calls out to you, “did Kai find you?”

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Okay. He came in a little bit after you went up. I told him you were in the shower, but not to bother you. He listened to me, right?”

“He didn’t bother me at all. Was very gentlemanly and waited in his room for me to come out.” You wink at Kai as you lie straight to Jo’s turned face. Luckily, she’s fixated on the movie.

“Okay, good.”

“I’m just going to get a drink and then we’ll be out of your hair shortly.”

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“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It’s a huge festival, it’s a lot of fun,” Mr. Parker asks one more time as he’s halfway out the door.

You take another glance at the amount of people crowding the doorway: your brother and parents, plus Kai’s parents and all his siblings. Minus him, of course. “I’m sure. I’m not too big on crowds, and I’m kinda tired. Might just see if Kai wants to watch a movie.”

“Okay, but be careful.” Then, Mr. Parker leans closer to whisper in your ear. The gray hairs of his beard lightly touch your skin, making you shiver in fear. “And don’t get too close to him.”

“Noted.”

“We should be back around three-ish, more or less,” your Dad adds.

“Okay.”

“Don’t leave the house, and certainly don’t let him sneak out,” Mr. Parker piggy-backs off your dad’s comment. Jeez, it’s like they’re long-lost irritating brothers.

“I won’t. He’ll stay here with me.”

“But not too close, becau-”

“I heard it the first time, Dad. I trust Kai enough that we’ll be fine for a couple of hours. Go have fun, okay?” You had to downplay your friendship to make them think you only trusted him a little. If they knew the truth - that you’d trust him with your life - they’d definitely stage an intervention and never let you see each other again.

“Okay, just making sure. See you later, Y/N.”

“Bye.”

Finally, they leave. It takes ten minutes for nine kids to assemble between two cars, between the Parkers’ van and your parents’ SUV, but they eventually make it work. You can literally hear two kids crying over “having to sit in the back again”, but then you hear your Dad’s voice, “ride with me, if it’s okay with your Dad.” The crying ceases at last, and the cars pull out of the gate.

“Are they gone yet?” Kai comes downstairs about a minute after they left.

“Just pulled out. What were you doing?”

He swallows, “um.” While struggling to answer, you give him a look. “I’m used to hiding during the van-packing process.”

“Okay,” you answer, not entirely convinced.

He bites his lip, “okay, that part is true. I do hide when they do that because sometimes someone storms back in to grab something to appease the ones stuck in the back, like a snack or whatever. But, um, what I was actually doing was… trying to,” he pauses, and you let him find the words, “build up the courage to, um… can I just kiss you?”

You’re confused, but you’ll never deny him a kiss. Smile forming on your lips, you close the three foot gap between you two, hands tracing his jawline, capturing his face, while kissing him softly. His hands find your waist, gripping your hips. There’s something different about this kiss than your usual ones. Something more hungry… willing, maybe. Whatever it is, you let him take charge.

As soon as the shift in control changes, he spins the both of you around so that you’re pressed into the counter, rather than himself, while he kisses you deeper. His lips leave your mouth to trail down your jaw, to your neck, but then he suddenly stops to look up at you.

“Everything okay?”

“Can we go upstairs?”

“Of course.” You joke, “afraid someone’s gonna walk in?”

He misses your teasing tone and replies bluntly, “no, I wanna fuck you.”

You nearly trip up the first stair, causing you to grab a tight hold of his hand. “What’d you say?”

“Is that okay?”

“I-uh-um- yes, just caught me off guard. What brought it on?”

“You said you loved me. And that you liked my body even with all the scars. And that if I can love yours with scars, you can love mine.”

“I did say that. I meant every word.”

“And so now we’re here alone, and I’m going to act on something I’ve wanted to do a long time ago.”

You reach the top of the stairs. He has an arm around your back to prevent you from falling, just in case, as he stares into your eyes for hesitancy. You give none. “Then do it.”

Instantly, your back collides with the hallway wall and he kisses you with the same tenacity he did downstairs. Out of habit, your hands find his hair; his, your waist, but he’s a lot more confident now. Slowly, he inches the both of you towards his door. His hand fumbles with the knob, making him frustrated.

“Wish I could just open the stupid thing with magic.”

“If I had magic, I’d let you take it whenever,” you answer, again, with no hesitancy.

He stops to stare at you. “You would?”

“Mhm. I mean it, Kai, I love you.”

“But the siphoning hurts.”

You shrug, “can’t hurt that bad. I imagine it’d probably actually feel good. At least for me, maybe not other people. Send little tingles all the way down to my-”

He cuts you off with an open mouthed kiss. “Now I really wish you had magic.”

“-and then a part of me would kinda be in your blood, too, right?” You finish the second part of what you wanted to say.

“Holy fuck, you’re turning me on.”

“Open the door, Kai,” you urge.

He finally does, but in the second you take to catch a breath, he’s back on you. He takes advantage of your state and slips his tongue in your mouth, no regard for anything but his and your pleasures. You go weak in his arms and let him explore, enjoying the feeling much more than you probably should. Then, he taps on your hips signaling for you to jump. You do, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, finally, and throws you down rather roughly.

Immediately, panic takes over his face. “Shit, that was way harder than I meant to! You okay?”

You, on the other hand, can’t get a word out because you’re giggling too hard.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He tries again.

“You’re so hot when you’re all dominant. Well, you’re always hot, but-” and then you continue to giggle.

Kai relaxes, realizing he didn’t hurt you. “Oh you little-” he climbs on top of you until he’s hovering over your face. Legs tangle together, bodies close but not close enough… You buck your hips. There, now they’re close enough. “You’ve been wanting this,” he observes, fighting back a moan at the contact.

“Yes, but also, your comfort is my number one priority. It’s much better now, with you enjoying it too, than if we were to try when you weren’t ready.”

“Thank you, princess,” he kisses your nose sweetly.

“Thank you for trusting me. One thing though.”

“Mhm?”

“Do you trust me right now?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” Without further warning, you grab his wrists and flip him over so that his back is pressed into the bed. It’s the first time you’ve ever been on top of him, and the power makes you giddy.

“I thought you liked me being dominant?”

“Oh, I do. But I also want to see you writhe under me,” you wink at him.

Kai gives you a look, and you know he’s going to start fighting any minute now. It’s in his eyes, and you can feel his muscles under you tensing to build up the strength. In the last second before you think he’s going to try and take charge, your hand goes down to the outline forming in his jeans. All fight is immediately gone as soon as you start to feel him. He can’t even fight the moan he’s been holding back since you started making out downstairs. The sound spurs you on and you rub him harder.

“More, princess. Please.”

You move your legs to straddle him, hands going to his belt. “This okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Words, please.”

“What am I, five?”

You cock your head at him. “Words, or no further touching.”

“Princess,” he tries to buck his hips like you did, but you’re holding him down.

“Come on, Malachai.”

“Don’t use that name.”

“Mala-��

“Fine! Yes, please. It’s okay. Please.” You smirk, not expecting the begging, but loving it. “You little sadist.”

That only makes you love it more. Not wasting another second, your hands are undoing his belt. As much as you want to take it slowly, you’re both too excited to drag it out any longer. Besides, just by looking at him, you can see how hard he is, and you know you’re almost soaking your panties with wetness.

“Wait,” he pants.

You stop immediately. “You okay?”

“I need… I need. C’mere,” he beckons you forward, and you listen. “Need this off,” he pulls off your shirt. “And this,” next is your bra. The minute it’s off, he loses control and grabs your tits like he did in the bathroom a couple days earlier. Before you know it, he’s fondling one while the other’s in his mouth.

“If mine is, this is coming off, too.” You make a grab for his shirt. He pauses, tongue still around your nipple. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” he seems to decide in that instant.

In order for you to pull the fabric over his head, he has to disconnect his mouth from your breast. But when it’s off, he swallows hard and doesn’t reach for them again.

“Kai… c’mon, pumpkin.” You take his hand to put it back on your body, trying to return that sense of comfort, but he doesn’t grasp your breast again. Sighing, you take it as a moment to get a closer look at his body. The bruises, the scars, everything. A tear escapes your eye, and you lean down to press a kiss to one of the purplish wounds. Then, you start to do that with all of them. From his neck to his hips, you kiss every mark made on his body, whether by his dad’s hand or his own. On the fresher ones, your lips are more gentle, barely there, not wanting to cause him more pain. But on the older ones, you leave multiple kisses, or even lick them with your tongue before kissing. “I meant it, Kai. You’re gorgeous. These marks don’t stop me from loving you.”

Slowly, he makes eye contact with you again. His hands reach out to your face, and when he gets a hold of you, he pulls you in for another deep kiss on his lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” He asks with a tear emerging.

“You don’t have to deserve love, baby.” You kiss his collarbone.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Your lips travel to his chest. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you swirl your tongue around one of his nipples. He moans loudly, arching his back.

“Holy shit, I didn’t know that would feel that good.”

“Can I continue to make you feel things like that?”

“Yes, please. I need it, I need you. Wait, but let me-” he suddenly sticks two fingers into your wet heat, hovering over his own body, and pops them in his mouth. “You taste so good.”

“Are you gonna let me taste you now?”

“Sure. Yes. I meant yes.”

Your eyes warm and you continue to kiss him further down - this time, trailing his v-line. You had noticed the prominent indents the other day, but are now getting to see it up close. He moans again, enticing you more.

“Princess.”

“I’m working on it.” Finally, you shrug his jeans down and off his body. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to hide his now-bare legs, but you opt to not pay attention to them anyway. Your gaze goes straight to the bulge in his boxers that looks even thicker without his jeans in the way. Mouth watering, you touch him first, enjoying the feeling.

“Y/N, please. It’s uncomfortable. Too tight.”

Succumbing to his wishes, you tap his hips for him to lift them, then peel back the final confinement. His cock springs out, slapping his stomach in the process. You’re quick to lean forward and lick a stripe from the base to the tip. Kai sinks his head into the pillow, groaning huskily. After pulling his boxers all the way off, you refocus your attention back to the length in front of you.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you mutter. The praise makes him twitch, and you immediately reach out to grasp him between two of your fingers. “Need to taste.” And then you finally do. You start at the tip, rolling your tongue over the slit counter clockwise, stimulating precum in the process. Some of it leaks into your mouth, straight down your throat, but most of it drips down the side of cock. It doesn’t get far, though, before you move your head to catch it, licking your way from the base to the tip, again.

A shiver runs through his body. “Feels so good.” Barely audible, but you hear him.

Positioning your head over him, you prepare to take him fully. To you, it’s a five second break of deep breaths, but to Kai, overwhelmed in pleasure, there’s almost no warning. As soon as you’re ready, you sink your mouth down on him until you get about halfway and your gag reflex kicks in. Cock hitting the back of your throat, you gag around him.

“Y/N, you okay?” He sits up on his elbows, worried he’d accidentally hurt you.

Slowly, you lift your head back up, “I’m good, baby. Just training my throat to take you.”

He swallows so hard that you see his Adam’s apple bob. “Oh, um…” He doesn’t lay back down, opting to watch you instead.

You don’t mind as you go down for a second time, getting further now. You do it several times, taking more and more of him each time. Your tongue swirls around his length and traces his veins. In fact, there’s one vein in particular that especially makes Kai moan every time you hit it. It’s on the underside of his cock, and you start to pay special attention to it. The rest of his length sits against your face as you focus on it.

Kai doesn’t know if the sight or the feeling is affecting him more. Either way, he feels himself getting close to release. Your mouth is around him, head bobbing up and down rapidly, when he twitches. He whines, resisting the urge to hold your head where he wants. Suddenly, though, you stop and remove your mouth completely.

“Fuck, wait, I’m about to…”

“I know, pumpkin. Can’t let you do that yet.”

He’s about to ask why, but then sees his answer. In one quick motion, you’re removing your own pants and lining your bodies together. “Ready?”

“Mhm. Yes.”

You smile, grab his cock to hold it upright, then sink your heat down onto him. Kai collapses, elbows no longer supporting him, as pleasure consumes him.

“You okay?”

“Yes, oh- oh god.”

“Can I move? I’ll start slow.”

“Please.”

As promised, you slowly begin to ride his length. Your hands rest on either side of his body and lips are pressed to his chest, leaving hot kisses all over his skin.

“Let me know if you want to try and take over.”

“Okay.”

When Kai starts to relax, you pick up the pace. Not too fast, but little by little. Soon, his hands find your hips and he helps guide you. His fingers have a tight grip on you, but it only makes you wetter.

“I think, I wanna… wanna try…”

“Want to be on top, angel?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. You can just flip us or I can move, what are you feeling?” But the hungry look in his eyes already gives you your answer.

As soon as you nod and grab onto his shoulders, he flips the both of you so that you’re now pressed into the bed. With his usual role re-established, so does his dominance. You open your legs wider to give him more access, and he immediately takes advantage of it. With a lick of his lips, he pushes his cock into you, not stopping until he’s run out of length.

“Oh my god,” you mutter.

“Is it too much?”

“No, you’re perfect. Move when you’re ready, mmkay?”

He nods, then copies the way you rode him when he begins to move: arms on your side, head ducked into your chest. His lips attach to your nipples, sucking, and pulling them between his teeth. When he gets a hold of his balance, you feel pressure on your clit, too.

“Fuck, Kai. You’re so good.”

His body jolts, “say it again.”

“What?”

“Name. Say it again.”

“Kai,” you pant as he quickens pace.

“No one else is home baby, say it louder.”

You had forgotten this fact, actually, but the minute he reminds you, you let yourself go. “Fuck,” you moan, rather loudly, “feels so good, Kai! Fuck. Harder.”

He spreads your legs wider and thrusts harder upon request. Obscene sounds fill the room, mixed with your moans and whimpers.

“Kai,” you pant, “need to hear you, too.”

“I’d rather hear you, Princess.”

“Aw, come on, gorgeous. Nothing turns me on more than men moaning,” you admit. “Need to hear you.”

Previously held-back grunts and groans tumble from his mouth at your confession. When his lips return to your nipple, he makes sure to keep up with your request, sending vibrations throughout your body.

“I’m close, Kai. So close, so close… don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“I’m getting there, too,” he twitches again. “Come for me, Princess.”

As soon as he asks, your orgasm rips through your body. Loud moans follow, and your eyes roll back in your head. Kai rides you through yours, before pulling out and immediately releasing all over your face and chest. Some drips off your shoulders, down to the bedsheets.

The minute he catches his breath, a worried expression takes over his face, “I’m sorry! I knew I shouldn’t do it inside you, but wasn’t sure where else to. I aimed for your chest and misfired.”

You make direct eye contact with him, then swipe a bunch off your cheek with your finger before sucking it off. “Oh, I’ll never complain about a facial.” You dart your tongue out to the side to gather more. “And don’t worry, I kinda like the taste. How the hell were you a virgin, Kai?! You were amazing the whole way through!”

He blushes, “um, thank you.”

You can’t help but giggle. Only Kai would be sweet enough to thank you for complimenting his sexual ability. Your ex-boyfriend, to whom you had lost your virginity, threw you an, “I know,” when you told him he was good. This little fact just made you love Kai even more.

Then, as if he couldn’t get more perfect, his next words are, “can I clean you up now, Princess? And then we can cuddle and nap?”

“Of course. Give me a kiss first.”

Kai leans forward and kisses you sweetly. His tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, wetting it gently.

“Blood,” he comments.

“Hm?”

“There’s blood on your lip.”

You run your own tongue along it, “must’ve bit it in pleasure.”

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He pulls on a loose pair of sweatpants from his drawer, giving you a wink.

“Okay, darling.”

Two minutes later, Kai returns with a warm rag and a water bottle. First, he cleans the small sore and any remaining blood off your lip, then hands you the bottle. “Drink,” he insists. As you do, he moves the rag over your face and down your neck and chest, cleaning off his drying cum. He rubs your lower body next, easing some of the soreness as well as wiping away your cum. “Anywhere else?”

“No, I’m okay. Do you need anything?”

“Just you,” he sappily replies.

“Okay, come here then.” Arms wide open, you gather him up and pull him close. You take a hand away for a split-second to pull the blankets over you two, earning a whine before he realizes what you’re doing. As soon as your arm is back around him, he snuggles into your body. “I love you, Kai,” you whisper with your lips against his cheek.

“I love you, too, Princess. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worth something to someone.”

As much as his words sadden you, they also make you feel warm inside. You’re the one that makes him feel that way, and that’s pretty fucking special.

“Always, my sweetheart.” You give him a kiss to the cheek, keeping your lips there even afterwards. His heartbeat slows into a comfortable rhythm and breathing evens out, and soon, he’s fast asleep in your arms.

#malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #kai parker fluff #kai parker smut #tw: child abuse #tw: s3lf h4rm mentions #tvd fanfiction #virgin kai parker #shy virgin kai - my favorite flavor 😂😅

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alaskan-wallflower · 2 months ago

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Hiii do you have any fluffy Soda hcs he’s my favorite:) 🎃

Yes!!

This boy was a SCREECHER as a baby. Like they were fooled with Darry because he was the world’s easiest baby but Soda? Soda was SO not 😭

He was also really clingy as a baby…every time his mom put him down he’d start crying but whenever she’d pick him back up he’d be fine

When he learned how to walk he never stopped. He couldn’t sit still as a kid. Even eating at the table he’d just straight up walk away to run around in circles

Whenever he eats a filling meal he suddenly gets zoomies and Darry/Pony have to chase him around because if he doesn’t get the energy out before bed he’s gonna be up all night yapping to Pony

I keep saying this but he’s got some undiagnosed ADHD going on. His dad did too. So he’s pretty much the one who looks out for Soda the most

He did drama in high school! He was always either the love interest or the comedic relief but he did it because he needed to expend some of his energy and it turned out he was really good at it

He can sing really good. And he can surprisingly keep a beat pretty well

He was probably a band kid. He played in the marching band and whenever Darry was playing he would SCREAM at him (in an encouraging way-Darry will never ever tell Soda but it was SO mortifying)

Not really fluff but after Two Bit he was the most hurt when Darry “almost went Soc” because he would flat out avoid Soda in the hallway and maybe ONCE actually joined Paul in on making fun of Soda (he immediately felt AWFUL when he saw the way Soda visibly deflated and just gave him this “how could you@ look

(I have SO many headcanons for Darry almost going Soc that i’ll yap about if anyone wants 👀)

He has THE fluffiest hair. He never really greased it save prior to rumbles and when he just wants to show off his status but other than that he never does. He’s got floof (all three curtiss’s do…after almost going Soc Darry starts growing his hair long again)

Freckles, freckles, freckles!! This boy has SOOOO many freckles! all over his cheeks and face

He’s a cuddler. A BIG cuddler. He clings to Pony and Pony will just wake up and be like “Soda let me go I gave to go to the bathroom” and he just refuses

Him and Steve sometimes snuggle behind the counters in the DX if nobody’s there

Him and Steve do a lot of that “no homo” stuff-like they’re THOSE friends

He was originally the one who brought Johnny to the gang because he was like “hey you look lonely and now I’m your friend whether you like it or not” and Johnny just went with it

Him and Steve have been friends since birth and Steve will make fun of Soda for being six months younger than him

Soda gets sooooo angry lol

He’s pansexual. He doesn’t care. As long as they’re kind to him and his family and he loves them

He has HORRIBLE taste in women :(

He ends up being the shortest of the three boys but he doesn’t care. Taller brothers = more brothers to cuddle

Hope these are alright!

#🎃 anon #the outsiders #sodapop curtis #alaska’s ask #queue

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themorbidflowercollector · 11 months ago

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hello fellow reader!! my name is Mor, and this is my beautiful blog!!

this blog is just straight horny…

and I reblog shit I like!

MINORS DNI (18+)

NO AI IS ALLOWED. ALL REBLOGS/POSTS BELOW BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL WRITERS/OWNERS. AI USE IS THIEVERY.

fav fics/drabbles recos: (IN PROGRESS)

Smut Levels (💚/💛/❤️‍🔥)

Call of Duty

“Bone Deep” by @the-californicationist

Pairing: John Price & Fem!Reader

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Married Life

Smut Level: 💛

Personal Notes: The writing style is sooooo well done, angst was top tier, groveling from Price was also very top tier.

Any Fic by @ceilidho

Pairings: Price & Fem!Reader, Ghost & Fem!Reader, Soap & Fem!Reader, Ghoap & Fem!Reader, Ghost & Soap

Smut Level: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: I’ve linked their master list above because all of their fics ARE SO FUCKING GOOD. Oh my god. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve reread some of them.

“Permission” by @bi-writes

Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader

Tags: Dark Fic, Power Dynamic (D/S/S), Possessiveness (kinda?)

Smut Level: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: This thread had me BARKING. That’s all I have to say, anyways…

Any Fic by @charliemwrites

Pairings: TF141 & Fem!Reader/GN!Reader, Nikto & Fem!Reader

Smut Level: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Another one of my all time fav writers!! I linked their master list because everything is so FUCKING GOOD. I reread their fics all the time!!

Any Fic by @makoodles

Pairings: Gaz & Fem!Reader, Price & Fem!Reader, Ghost & Fem!Reader, Avatar & Fem!Reader

Smut Level: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: You want plot? Done. Angst? Done. One of the best fucking writing styles ever? DONE. Oh my god. I’ve linked the whole master list because Jesus Christ. I would recommend starting off with this…you’ll understand why, (I was frothing at the mouth).

Any Fic by @kneelingshadowsalome

Pairings: Ghost & Fem!Reader, König & Fem!Reader, Price & Fem!Reader

Smut Level: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Some of the most well written fics I have ever read on here, all of them deserve a looking at! Please pay attention to the warnings posted, some of them cover dark topics!!

“Tired” by @cordeliawhohung

Pairing: Pornstar!Gaz & Pornstar!Reader (Fem)

Tags: Comfort, Exhausted Reader, Faked Orgasm, Blossoming Relationship

Smut: 💚

Personal Notes: So cute and fluffy. Def a pick-me-up read!!

“Apocalypse” by @bi-writes

Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader

Tags: DARK FIC. Attempted SA. Please read tags!!

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Literal fucking poetry. Nitty Gritty. 10/10 as always.

“Double Date” by @shotmrmiller

Pairing: Ghost & Fem!Reader

Tags: Good sex. Slight Dubcon?? (in the beginning, but don’t worry girl, they’re both def into it 🤭)

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Literal drool seeping from my mouth hole. That’s all.

“What Binds Us” by @imperihoe-writes

Pairing: Soap & Fem!Reader

Tags: Divorce. Angsty Angst. Happy ending.

No smut!!

Personal Notes: Kid you not, I’ve reread this work of art three times. It’s so good if you’re craving some angst and a pick me up!! Such a good read!!

“Trouble in Paradise” by @groguspicklejar

Pairing: RegencyEra!Ghost & Fem!Reader

Tags: Angsty Angst, Arranged Marriage, Emotional Neglect, Simon is a dickhead at first…(but everyone can learn from their mistakes 😌)

Smut: 💚 (brief, and not enjoyed on either side — martial duty thing)

Personal Notes: FINGER. LICKING. GOOD. Call me KFC cause I’m about eat this SHIT UP. But on a real note, so excited for this fic!! I just know it’s about to be DELECTABLE.

“Wherever You Go, I Shall Follow” by @heavenbarnes

Pairing: OlderBf!Ghost & Fem!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Domestic Life

No smut.

Personal Notes: So well written and so fucking cute!! I reread this twice in one sitting, and it’s so cute to think that he’d follow you around everywhere in yalls home. Super cute and def recommend!!

“Simple Math” by @peachesofteal

Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader

Tags: MENTIONS OF PREVIOUS DOMESTIC ABUSE. Hurt/Comfort. So much Positive Reinforcement I could get a toothache from how sweet and gentle this fic is. PTSD. Panic Attacks. Angst. Fluff (There are tags on each chapter, please read them.)

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Absolutely fucking amazing. The writing is SO well done and formatted, the world building, the relationship building — all of it is top-fucking-tier. I HIGHLY recommend this chaptered fic if you (1) need a good, long read, and (2) want some fluff and angst. Words cannot truly describe just how RICH this fic is.

“Soap Soulmate AU” by @all-purpose-dish-soap

Pairing: Soap & Fem!ShadowReader

Tags: Angst, Interrogation, Meanish!141, Reader is a Shadow

Smut: 💚 (so far)

Personal Notes: Girlllllllllll — this shit is fire. The pining?? Deadass has me in a chokehold. God bless.

“A Helping Hand” by @void-my-warranty

Pairing: Ghost & Fem!Reader & Soap

Tags: Established Relationship (Ghost & Reader), Voyeurism, Ghost asks Johnny to help his gf cum

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: I’m a slut for a good relationship that involves great communication and soooo much affection. Absolutely love the premise of this fic, and I can’t wait for more!!

“Cool Girl” by @peachesofteal

Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader

Tags: ANGST, Hurt/No Comfort, Meanish Soap and Ghost (for now, them bitches better grovel), [UPDATE] SIMON WTF

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Anytime you read a fic by @peachesofteal, you already KNOW it’s about to be fucking great. Can’t wait for the updates!!

“The Nanny” by @moondirti

Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader

Tags: Established Relationship, A Tiny Human, Reader is a Nanny, Voyuerism

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Homegirl has these boys fIENDINNGGGGG — like?? As you should. The second parts ending made me audibly gasp, can’t wait for the updates!!

“That Man is a Dog” by @luvit

Pairing: TF141 & Fem!Reader/GN!Reader

Tags: TF141 are dog shifters, #no I don’t support bestiality and this is not that, Reader is a Trainer

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: The writing is so fucking good, smut is mouth-watering — girl just read this damn fic. So excited for more updates!!

Any Fic by @391780

Pairings: TF141 & Fem!Reader, Nikto & Fem!Reader, Kate Laswell & Fem!Reader, Nikolai & Fem!Reader

Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT — please read each fic’s respective warnings, some of them cover very dark topics.

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: I’ve been spamming the fucking reblog button girl. All of their fics are so well written, the character building and scene building are literally fucking insane. Not to mention the smut?? Girl?? My vibrator is about to say deuces, grow legs, and leave my horny ass alone in my bedroom.

“Feast” by @ceilidho

Pairing: Ghost & Fem!Reader

Tags: Ghost is a construction worker and really fucking unhinged, Reader is an elementary school teacher and is unhinged as well, god-tier smut, I’m a slut for a good cunnilingus scene

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Jesus-fucking-Christ you’ve done it again. Good lord. This is just so filthy and desperate and I’m SO here for it.

“Bury Me Beneath the Basswood Tree” by @vanderilnde

Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader

Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, please check their tags.

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Literally so well written?? Hello?? And the smut?? Oh my god?? Girl I ate this shit up, no crumbs left. CLEAN FUCKING PLATE.

“Fields of Elation” by @charliemwrites

Pairing: Captain John MacTavish & Fem!Reader

Tags: Persephone/Hades Dupeeeee (funny reference, laugh pls), toe curling smut, fated soulmates

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE — TURN IT UP!!! Love love LOVE the premise of this!!! So excited for this story!! Writing is on point, as always!!

“Soft” by @all-purpose-dish-soap

Pairing: SoapGaz & Fem!Reader

Tags: Gaz & Soap are curious, mentions of a bite, attempted drowning (unsuccessful bc Gaz gives Soap a slap on the wrist)

No smut

Personal Notes: Literally fulfills my childhood dream of merpeople except it features two of my favs. Love this!!

“Royalty” by @cadotoast

Pairing: Knight!John Price & Fem!Reader

Tags: Meet-Cute (Damsel in Distress type shit), John is in the background (for now), Eventual smut?, Medieval Time Setting

No smut rn

Personal Notes: The writing is so well done?? Hello?? Love love LOVE when writers do time appropriate language so this is such a slay girlboss. World building and setting are so WELL DONE. CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTERS!!!

“Body Electric” by @yeyinde

Pairings: TF141 & Fem!Reader, Rudy & Fem!Reader, Alejandro & Fem!Reader

Tags: Gangbang

Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: I have been thinking about this fic for fucking MONTHS!! So glad to have found it again!! Oh my fucking god. This is such a horny, depraved read and I fucking LOVE IT. Thank you for this gift you’ve bestowed upon us.

“Can’t Stop Thinking About” by @a-b-riddle

Pairing: Poly141 & Fem!Reader

Tags: ANGST ANGST ANGST, Hurt/Some Comfort, Walk them boys like a dog, they were in a relationship but things fell apart bc the boys treated reader like shit

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: this should have been added LONG ago. I’m absolutely in love with this fic. Writing is so good, I love to read about men groveling and a woman not being quick to forgive. I seriously cannot state how much I am IN LOVE with the premise of this fic. SO SO SO excited for future updates!!

“Here’s Hoping Things Look Better on the Other Side” by @ghouljams

Pairing: Cowboy!Ghost & Fem!Reader

Tags: Filthy Panty-Wetting Toe-Curling Smut, the sexual tension between them both is fucking insane

Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: if you already cannot tell, I fucking LOVED this. Oh. My. God. World building was insane, description of Ghost and the readers sexual tension? Hello?? And that’s even BEFORE the smut happened. Good lord. This is a sweet treat that I will have to repeat.

“Threshold” by @rememberwren

Pairing: Ghost & Fem!Reader

Tags: Ghost is a Virgin and doesn’t inform reader, cute soft sex, I’m a SLUT for a cute cunnilingus scene, Ghost briefly gets head

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: This is so soft and well-written, it genuinely put a smile on my face. I absolutely loved the premise of this fic, and loved the way the author wrote Ghost as soaking up every moment and trying to extend things, (read it and you’ll know what I’m talking about). This will def be a reread in the near future, and from then on. HUGE recommend. (Side note: another fav of mine from this author is Skin Deep. So fucking good, also another huge rec.)

“Soft Spot” by @cordeliawhohung

Pairing: Ghost & Fem!Reader

Tags: They’re a cute couple, they go through some shit together so plz pay attention to the tags on each chapter, they make it out

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Core fucking killed it again. I CANNOT stress enough how fucking great a read this was. The emotional depth of both characters was so well-written and thought out — and the complexity of their relationship?? Girl. It’s such a good fucking read. #SoftSimonForever.

“Cherry Bomb” by @swordsandholly

Pairing: Poly!TF141 & PlusSizeFem!Reader

Tags: shit is finger licking good, 141 owns a tattoo parlor, reader becomes the front desk person (I forgot the name, I’m tired, sue me ig)

Smut: ?

Personal Notes: Two chapters so far, and I’m fucking hooked. Good lord. Well-written as always, but that’s not really surprising with this author, is it?? Character building and depth so far is fucking insane, literally so fucking good. SO SO so excited to see more of this!!

Barry Sloane. by @staytrueblue

Personal Notes: This is literally solely for me, but just for context, there are listed video scenes of Barry Sloane (who plays John Price) kissing and making out. That’s all. #MorIsAHornyBastard — but seriously, fucking props to this beautiful soul for putting this together. And they involve character analysis of his roles?? Def more to dive into if you’re interested.

“In Limbo” by @cordeliawhohung

Pairing: Mafia!Ghost & Fem!Reader

Tags: Ghost is in the Mafia, 141 is part of the Mafia, Reader has Debts, Noncon touching/kissing (not from Simon)

Smut: ?

Personal Notes: This has honestly been a long time coming. Written is top tier — the description of an anxious, and private reader?? Literally insane. Love the way that Simon is written, Core always has a tendency to write characters RIGHT. Super psyched for future chapters!!

“Not What Was Sought” by @dozeydaisy

Pairing: Regency!Price & AFAB!Reader

Tags: This Right Here is a Big Boy, Just the right amount of angst, live laugh love the comfort that comes, #BridgertonButCODversion, please check tags on the fic!!

Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Read this in one sitting, and i had to take a moment in the middle to just think — you know at Thanksgiving when they ask you what you’re thankful for? I literally paused and thanked all writers, especially this author. Good fucking god. I hadn’t even gotten to the smut yet and I had to take a minute?? Hello?? The chemistry between Price and the reader was off the charts — and I’m ALWAYS a slut for a good witty character that surpasses their time. Honestly. This is so well-written and perfectly drawn out. And bitch? This is ONE FIC. ONE. I’m hooked. I’m absolutely positive I will be adding more to this rec list from this author, so stay tuned for that. What you shouldn’t wait for, on the other hand, is reading this fic. Do it. Now, (an affectionate threat).

“Cowboy Simon Riley” by @ebodebo

Pairing: Fem!Reader & Cowboy!Ghost

Tags: Explicit Sex in a mfing BARN‼️, Ghost is a party crasher, death threats (not towards reader, in the beginning, and very brief), Enemies to Lovers??, slut shaming, hurt/comfort

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: I absolutely fucking love the dynamic between characters where they’re desperate for each other to the point where they get irritated by what the other says/does. Oh my god. This author wrote it so well with a little world building and that takes so much fucking talent. 10/10 — will for SURE be reading the other parts.

“Call of the Sea” by @starsofang

Pairing: Pirate!141 & Fem!Reader

Tags: Mean Pirates, Kidnapping, Reader is in a Jail Cell, Reader is a Medic

Smut: ?

Personal Notes: Hook, Line, and Sinker bitch (no pun intended). I’m absolutely smitten with the idea of a Pirate 141, and you’re telling me they’re all going to be in a relationship at some point?? OUHHHHHH. I’m hyped. But anyways, this author knows how to fucking write. Good lord. World building, the flow of writing, even down to the words they use. Fucking phenomenal. I will DEFINITELY be keeping up with this series, and checking out the others as well. I HIGHLY recommend giving any fic this author has written a chance, I’m 100% positive it’ll be a treat.

“Solomon’s Seal” by @the-californicationist

Pairing: Price & Fem!Reader

Tags: Femdom, Consent Given (Multiple Check-Ins), Rope Bondage, Description of Injuries Received prior to the scene, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Plz check tags

Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: I literally discovered something new about myself through this fic — not even joking. This is so well done and well written. I absolutely love when there is such an emotional connection between two characters where one is just releasing all of their emotions and just relinquishing control. Maybe that’s why Femdom appeals to me?? Idk, but this fic is absolutely fucking amazing. 10/10.

“Squeak ‘Em If You Got ‘Em” by @charliemwrites

Pairing: Price & Fem!Reader

Tags: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Inappropriate Work Relationship (but who cares), pls read tags!!

Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: OH MY FUCKING GOD. The author ate this up?? Hello?? I absolutely loved the build-up and the tension. And the smut?? Girl. I am fed for the next few YEARS. (Psstttt…the Ghost version is here…)

“The Scottish Cabin in the Woods” by @charliemwrites

Pairing: SerialKiller!Ghost & Soap & Fem!Reader

Tags: Serial Killer AU, Dark Content, Kidnapping, Violence and Murder, (Mentions of) Torture, BDSM Elements and Dynamics, (Mild) Pet Play, Predator/Prey Kink, Dacryphilia, Impact Play (Spanking), Humiliation Kink, Dub-Con, One (1) Ableist Slur (and the guy ends up dying) — copied straight from the tag list!!

Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: Absolutely in love. I’m not usually a huge fan of the whole kidnapping dynamic because the characters are usually placed in a harsh setting — but putting the characters in a setting where they are (moderately) comfortable?? Ate this shit up. I absolutely adore that the Pet Play dynamic wasn’t overdone, but just the right amount. Girl, the smut is top-fucking-tier — heavy on dom/sub dynamics, everyone is satisfied all around. I genuinely am in love with the premise of this fic and the way it’s written. And the cliffhanger we’re left with in the last update?? Things are about to get A LOT more interesting between the characters, and I’m excited to see the way the author explores it. 25/10, a HUGE rec.

“Big Man, Big Mouth” by @shotmrmiller

Pairing: Simon Riley & Fem!Reader

Tags: Mild Voyuerism??, Johnny is a perv (but they all are in some ways in this fic), Undermining of Job Position??, SIZE KINK. SIZE KINK. SIZE KINK., they’re both dirty asf in this — practice good hygienic methods for sex kids!! (or don’t 🤭)

Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Personal Notes: I fucking love the premise of this fic. TF141 as a construction crew?? Reader is the surveyor?? (I forgot the proper name, don’t judge). Simon being brooding and mysterious as ever?? Simon being down bad?? LIKE BAD?? The way the author wrote him has me OBSESSED. Oh my god. Just the banter and the chemistry between him and the reader has me hooked. This is such a sweet treat of a fic that I will have to keep indulging in.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 year ago

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Hi there! New follower here, and can I just say I LOVE how you write König? Like seriously, thank you SOOOOO much for not writing him like a soulless monster or something like I normally see when I look in the tags (I kid you not, I saw someone ask for a r@pist König fanfic not too long ago and it put me off him for a short while). Sure you write him crazy but you don't go that far. Thank you for that.

That being said, how would your interpretation of König handle a reader who has a history like that? Like maybe they were abused in that way as a child or a teen? They're in therapy of course and handle the trauma as best they can but they have that sort of fear of intimacy still, if that makes sense? Maybe they're still battling guilt/self blame, and feel like he could do better with someone who isn't "damaged goods" or something?

Sorry if it's bothersome but I'm very curious! Thank you, and I really hope you have a wonderful day! 💙🌹

Hey dear anon, welcome and thank you so much! 🩷💕

I can understand wanting to read dubcon and noncon at times, it’s all good and hey, to each their own! I can also understand the need to steer clear from these kind of fics (please, always take care of yourself and don’t expose yourself to content you don't vibe with 🩷) and I’m so glad to hear you like the way I write for König. I definitely love monsters with souls! Perhaps it tells something that everytime I *really try* to write a dark fic, I usually get comments like “weee so fluffy and cute!” :D Like did we win…?

As to your question on how would König handle reader with background of abuse:

König is not the most nurturing, tactful man but upon hearing about your past, he’d get super caring and tender. He has this fantasy of being a saving/conquering hero so, yeah, you just became his damsel in distress. To him, you're both a strong survivor and a fragile victim, so you gain something of a saint status in his eyes.

And he would never ever think you’re damaged goods, no. To him, you’re the purest of angels whose soul and body has been ravaged. For this alone, he’ll go to war for you, against the whole world if need be.

Violence is his way to deal with life’s big problems, so he’d want to hunt down and kill the perpetrator if they’re still alive, no question about it. He’d be willing to commit a good old murder and risk going to prison because he couldn’t stand it that this human filth is walking around unpunished. That’s his first way of dealing with this thing: eliminate the threat, then come and comfort you.

So… If you don’t want him to do that (either because you don’t agree with him about the measure of punishment, or because you’re afraid he’ll get caught/will face a prison senctence because of it), you’d have to get super crafty with trying to conceal who this person is because König is going to find out who they are whether you want it or not. He’d have such a hard time respecting your boundaries in this because someone has to avenge you. He has contacts and he can and will use them to get to this fucker and end their life.

Homicide aside, he’ll get overprotective of you. Has to have you in his line of sight at all times to make sure you’re safe and happy and ok.

Sex might be a challenge because König has a high sex drive. He adores you and would want nothing more than to be with you – preferably inside you – 24/7. This is how he worships you, shows love & intimacy and releases both of your stress. If sex is off the table sometimes, König would try to show his love for you in other ways such as cuddling you like crazy or accompanying you to the shower etc.

Any issues with intimacy would trigger his anxiety and fear of abandonment, and he’d get even more obsessive and clingy. Not in a whiny, co-dependent way, but in a “Everything alright, Schatz?” repeated 5 times a day type of way. König would nod and look like he understands completely when you tell him that you have these issues, but then proceeds to cuddle and smother you later anyway :/

Somehow thinks it’s his dick that might be a threat so he would try and not to flail it around you unless you specifically ask for it. Respects your boundaries on not having intercourse, but the other stuff, like squishing you against his chest every now and then or trying to please you with his hands or mouth are harder to negotiate.

Because he would try his all to give you mindblowing sex. He wants go give you good experiences, and gets a high out of making you cum multiple times. To him it’s like a hot bath, a three course meal and a year in therapy combined, to watch how you come undone. He's unusually gentle with his aftercare, and drowns you in praise when he holds you close.

Perhaps it’s a bit sick, but the fact that you both have suffered in your own ways makes you his one true love, sort of like a fated companion. In his mind, you’re soulmates who’ve gone through hell. He's also vehement in his belief that only he can love you whole again, only he can treat you right.

So the question then becomes, how do you survive an adoring, obsessive giant who’s made it his life’s purpose to make you happy? ❤️

#könig fluff #murder as love language

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desired-deity · 1 year ago

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hello!! May i request for a fluffy reader x fulgur ovid and reader x uki violeta platonic fic where reader is treated as their younger sibling? can reader also be cuddly? thankyou!!!

Cuddly Touches

FULGUR OVID x Gn! READER

And

UKI VIOLETA x Gn! READER

Genre: Floof

A/n: I’m sooooo sorry that this is so late— I needed help on writing this so I had to turn to some others for help (THANK YOU GUYS THAT HELPED!) This was also a bit…interesting so if you want me to try and redo it I gladly will! Love you all!!

When you first met Fulgur, you were intimidated to say the least. He was taller than you (sorry if you are taller than him!) and seemed like he could care less about others but when you guys first talked to each other, he lovedddd you! You were a bit taken back by it but your grew onto it.

Fulgur enjoyed your presence, and he didn’t hide it. When you would hug him for behind he would be like “awwww, you’re just adorable” he lived for your touch! You lay your head on his shoulder? He’d lay his head on top of yours. You try to hold his hand? Loves it! He wants you to cuddle him forever. So you better do it.

You and Uki were cuddle buddies, you guys would always nap together on the couch when you had a bad day, felt under the weather, or if you guys just needed to take a nap. He loved just being able to lounge with you without anyone bothering him. He liked it. No, he loved it.

You would always be on top of him while holding his arm or waist while he would have his arms wrapped around you so you wouldn’t get up. It was lovely. He would also have a really good scent to him so it only helped out when you were trying to fall asleep (yk the perfume “Starlit Night” at Bath and Bodywork’s? Yeah- that’s what he would smell like. Love it). It was just like you were sleeping in clouds with Uki’s soft touch. Something you wouldn’t get rid of, ever.

#zz writes!#nijisanji #nijisanji en #x y/n #x reader #nijisanji x reader #uki violeta #uki violeta x reader #fulgur ovid #fulgur ovid x reader #nijisanji noctyx #noctyx

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miaoqing · 2 months ago

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No bc he had to suffer in the first act of PIDW and detangling hair could be a great wife plot. (Coming from someone with 3b/c hair) also I think it would be sooooo funny to have him struggle like I do with my hair and it would add to his “uniqueness” though I agree he’d have more 2b/c

if it was ANY curlier than like. a strong 2c it would have gotten so matted in the abyss that not even the protagonist halo would save him i think.... that IS a good wifeplot though..... sqq having to gently detangle all his hair...... imagine also binghe who cries when his hair gets pulled on too hard.... shizuns full attention AND comfort kissies? lets fuckign go......

or alternatively for a less fluffy version; binghe's hair got so matted and dirty in the abyss that he has to CUT IT OFF gasp so unfilial..... horrible what that shitty shizun of his made him do...... 😞

#svsss #lbh #ask #any level of 2 is still a pain in the ass but 3 must be SO much worse.#you guys are gods strongest soldiers #however curls ARE very pretty so. hm.

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jinkookspencil · 2 years ago

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Hi 👋 could I request a cute fluffy fic of girl y/n caring for sick jungkook who caught a bad cold because he was playing with bam in the rain . Fluffy and comforting

jungkook never listens | jjk

description/tags/author's note: ~1.8k words / jungkook x (f) reader / fluff / established relationship / no warnings / omg im sooooo sorry that this is so late! life got busy & overwhelming all of a sudden but it's finally here! i hope you like it :') thank you sm for requesting!! / feedback is always welcome and appreciated!! 💗 /

Jungkook never listens.

It was a simple fact. One his hyungs warned you about right at the beginning of your relationship, not knowing he’d proven that fact to you already. Since then, you learned how to use it to your advantage - reverse psychology works on your innocent boyfriend every single time - but it didn’t change his nature. It was just…. Jungkook. And this simple fact can also be incredibly frustrating on days like today.

Peeking inside the bedroom, sure enough Jungkook was still fast asleep, after hours of insisting he wasn't tired before he finally surrendered to his bed an hour ago after you ignored him. It hurt to do so, but just as you suspected, it eventually got him in bed. You knew he needed it more than he needed another gaming hour with you, no matter how much he begged. Now, finally looking at him, you couldn’t help but think of how adorable he looked then and there. It wasn’t the time to think about it, you knew he was sick and probably in pain… with his furrowed brows on his round head peeking out over layers of blankets, not any other part of him showing… his nose, red as a button, sticking out and letting out the most inhumane noises you’d ever heard since his cold only made his snoring worse, still… he looked cute.

It pained you to leave him there with the door ajar, not to disturb his sleep. But then came the sneeze. The gigantic sneeze and the subsequent coughing fit that woke him up. And the most heartbreaking groan you’d ever heard in your entire life. That was your cue.

“Jungkook?” you whisper, tip-toeing into the room only to be met with the same groan and the same sight of a sleepy Jungkook… Sitting by the edge of the bed, you can’t help but brush away a few strands that fell over his eyes. He’d need a trim - either as soon as he was better or even sooner with your at-home scissors. Considering how fast his hair had been growing, it might be the latter. Another sneeze reminded you - this wasn’t the time to think about all that. Your boyfriend was sick. When you wipe off the drool on his chin with a tissue, he begins to realize that you're there.

“Jungkook-ah….”

“Mmmmm…..”

“I’m here.”

“Don’t be.”

A scoff escapes you. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Jagiii……” he says in his grumbled, now husky voice.

“I want to take care of the love of my life. Is that such a crime?”

Another sneeze.

“Jagiyah… leave. You’ll get sick.”

“So?”

“So?!” Jungkook’s shock sends him into another coughing fit that jolts you to the medicine cabinet to grab the cough syrup and any other medicine you could find before scattering them on the bedside table. A moment of guilt runs through you for forgetting to force him to take the syrup earlier - you had told him to, but… it wasn’t enough, considering his state, of course, he’d have forgotten. He wouldn't have listened, and at least now he has no choice. After you help him sit up slightly on the bed - ignoring Jungkook's repetitive groans in protest- you bring a glass of water by his lips, he takes a sip and his cough subsides.

“Drink,” you softly command Jungkook, now sitting by his legs with the cough syrup dose ready in your hands. He reluctantly obeys, resting his head on the headrest and closing his eyes after swallowing the thick liquid. Not knowing if that’d turn into the continuation of his nap or just a brief moment of rest, you dash to the kitchen to make a quick cup of chamomile tea with honey, lemon, and ginger - the same tea he’d given you when you were sick months earlier. Had he actually fallen asleep again, you wouldn’t have minded drinking the remedy yourself - the familiar taste bringing back memories of Jungkook doing nothing but adorably and worriedly doting on you for a week straight. He’d be knocked out by the cough syrup soon, the least you could do is force in another remedy... if he was awake.

Reentering the bedroom, you find Jungkook in the same spot you’d left him in, zoned out entirely until you walked in... If someone didn't know his habit of spacing out, they would've guessed he'd been sleeping with his eyes open.

“Don’t… don’t stay so close.”

Ignoring him, you put the cup of tea right in his hands before you run your fingers through his hair, finally tying it with the spare hair tie you’d kept around your wrist.

“Is this okay?”

“No.”

You can’t help but look at Jungkook - your 25-year-old muscled, tattooed, incredibly strong boyfriend - pouting with his eyebrows furrowed and his arms across his chest, all while being in his coziest pajamas and wrapped up in too many blankets to count.

“Jagiyah…”

“I said no. This isn’t okay.. I...”

His train of thought is interrupted by the loudest sneeze you’d ever heard in your entire life. Followed by another… And another one right after it. It hurt you to see him this sick. If his sneezes weren’t as loud as a train’s engine, you would’ve kissed his red little nose right then.

“I know you’re in pain, baby, but your nose is even cuter when it's red.”

“Mhmmm… baby, I’m too tired to… talk and act cute.”

“So don’t, Jungkook. Luckily for you and for me, you’re cute without even acting cute. But, luckily for you I know exactly what you need…which is a lot of rest and a lot of medicine and care. Is there something you want? Take out? Soup? A stupid reality show on TV? More blankets? Tell me what you want... Anything...”

“I just… I want to be better. I want to be okay. Normal. I want to be able to cuddle with you. I want to play with Bam again. I want to work. I want to.… I want to continue writing that song I told you about. I want to -“

“You will do all of those things, baby,” you say softly, cupping his face with your hands. Of course he wants to do the things he cannot and shouldn't do…. Jungkook never listens. He tries his best to reach out his arm to bat your hands away in fear of you catching his cold, but he can barely bring his hands up to do so. He’s weaker than you thought, and the despair on his face hurts.

“Jungkook, you will do all of those things and more, baby. There will be better days, and Bam & I will be here for all of them,” you repeat, knowing he needs it and the light massage you give him, squeezing his muscled am and his thighs over all the fuzzy fabrics.

“You’re the strongest person I know.”

Jungkook scoffs in response. You weren’t about to let him protest.

“You know what else I believe?” You stare directly at him when you ask the question, and he coos in response.

“I think if we don’t take a break, our bodies will force us to take one.”

“But… but this happened because I took a break,” he pouts. “I was working, then I just… I saw the rain, and I thought Bam would like to play around in the garden - and he did! I know you told me not to stay too long when you came home and saw us but... he was so happy.”

“Still, you had been working for two weeks straight, baby…. And weren’t you working on your arms at the gym too? No wonder you’re exhausted.

I think your brain - your beautiful brain, which is still a part of your beautiful body - came up with the idea to run around with Bam in the rain just so that it could manipulate you into taking a break…”

“That makes no sense….”

“Rest up, and it will,” you chuckle at Jungkook’s comment and the expression on his face - more childlike and adorable than ever. Using your finger, you can’t help but bonk his forehead… which was still warm.

“Why does something so horrible have to come out of something that brought me so much joy?”

“Baby…. please… don’t make this that dramatic. This is just life…. we all get sick. Like I did and you took care of me. Let me do the same.” He looks away at those words, trying to find the words to refute your undeniable fact…. but when he looks back at you, he does so more softly… more accepting. It took a long time for and Jungkook to be truly vulnerable with one another….let down your walls… and you just saw him do so before your own eyes, remembering that you were the love of his life too...

“With time, or even now, you’ll still find joy here, in moments like this. You have me. You have Bam. And you have that ginger tea in your hands - chug it, Kook-ah.”

Jungkook drinks the tea in one go before washing it down with a sip of water. If he hadn’t taken the syrup, the burning sensation of the ginger definitely would’ve kept him awake… but a few grumbles later, he’d already started to yawn.

“Jagi— can.. you take off one of the blankets? I’m kinda suffocated….”

In a rush, you got up from your spot by his legs to take off one of the fleece blankets over him before checking his forehead and the sweater he’d been wearing. Your fingers find the hem of it beneath the blankets, slowly taking off the too-thick jumper on your boyfriend’s body, leaving him in a t-shirt, the duvet, and another blanket. His hair flops down in front of his face when you undo the tie at his nape, but they’re pushed back moments later when you put a headband over his head. The fever would break in no time, and if he was gonna pass out, he shouldn’t have been too uncomfortable….

“Thank you, jagiya,” he mumbles, sinking down until his head met the pillow again. It’s only then that he looks at you - really looks at you - and in those tired, wide eyes, you can see it all. His gratitude. His pain. His concern. His love… It was too much to bear, all at once. And in an unwise decision that you hope would be undone by regular intakes of vitamin C and immune boosters… you lay beside Jungkook. And to your surprise, he doesn’t protest. He knows you know the risks, but more than anything he knows that he needs you. And he’s accepting it.

“Just… stay for as long as you have to.”

“I’ll stay for as long as I want to.”

Your fingers delicately graze his arms, over his shoulders and collarbone, before caressing his face and patting his head ever so gently… It often calmed Jungkook on stressful nights, the soothing touch would usually be accompanied by little kisses you desperately held yourself back from, but the effect was almost the same. Jungkook fell asleep to your touch minutes later. You almost yawned as well, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath your fingers, the familiar sensation usually putting you to sleep in minutes as well, before Jungkook began snoring…. Quietly hopping back to the bedroom door, you leave it open, looking at the love of your life asleep once again.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

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behoright · 2 years ago

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long distance friendship with andrei svechnikov

uhhhh here's a little blurb! yall can thank @ryanpulock for this. it was just too much and needed to be shared soooorry it's so long.

warnings: haven't really proofread this I freaked out the whole time. fluffy fluffy fluffy a tiny bit of angst.

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you met when you’re both teenagers when he began playing for the lumberjacks

he obv had a crush on you but he couldn’t really speak english

you were always around the rink and at practice and stuff bc of a family member of yours so he saw you a lot

saw you do homework and stuff at the rink and he would try and talk to you or see if you could help him with english

you helped him A LOT bc you’d be one of the last ones there and so was he so you’d hang out a lot

but you were only teenagers and you had your own lil life at your high school and stuff

eventually he went to the OHL and it was heartbreaking for the both of you tbh

he had never been more excited to move up but the second thought he had was that he wasn’t going to see you everyday anymore

same with you but you both played it off

the last night before he leaves you hang out until late and he promises you he won’t forget or stop talking to you

“even when you make it to the nhl and become a big shot?”

“never, y/n”

sdjkfhkdjvh

and so it begins

the constant constant texting

silly snapchats and you send each other memes on instagram

he’s too shy to ask you to facetime so he doesn’t

until draft day

dude one of the best days of his life

and on top of that - he gets a facetime call from YOU

he makes sure his hair looks good before he answers djfksljf

you were afraid that now he would forget about you but as soon as he gets to raleigh you become even closer

he never fails to send you good morning texts and snapchats

he never sends good nights tho and thats because he never wants to stop talking to you

he’d rather tell you “i fell asleep lol” instead of saying goodbye

facetime becomes the norm on his second season w the canes

it ebbs and flows when you get a boyfriend

and tbh he says hes happy for you but hes not

and he doesn't understand why because he hasn’t seen you since you were 17 and you both had a silly teenage crush

also he has every single girl available and sometimes he’d tell you about it to see if you get jealous but you don’t seem to (even though you do)

he knows he has to find another way to distract himself now that you have a boyfriend you can’t facetime him as much

gets a girlfriend

but things turn sour faster than he expected

if you’re having any relationship problems you always tell him and so he does too

it doesn’t get very far tho because the only advice you both have for each other is

“break up with him”

“break up with her”

and you’re both too stupid to see what’s really going on but the distance doesn’t help

you finally decide to see each other during the summer and you meet each other’s significant others and

oh boy

she HATES your guts and she’s so condescending

“oH mY gOd iS thIs yOuR bEsTiE bAbE? OH yOu’Re sOOOOO cUTe!”

ugh

same with him

andrei is surrounded by toxic relationships and unfortunately toxic masculinity so he sees right through your boyfriend

he tells you after

“I don’t trust him, y/n”

you don’t know but its the beginning of the end for both of your relationships

after that, you both spend a week of his summer together before he goes to train in russian and its

so fun

except for the fact that your horrible partners are both always there so you both feel like you can’t relax bc they’d get insecure

at the end of the summer he breaks up with her bc he seriously cannot shake off how she treated you and also bc she was just not it

and surprise surprise your boyfriend cheats on you during the fall

you call him in hysterics crying sobbing

youve been friends for a long time and know each other very well but he’s actually never seen you cry

he just sits and listens to you talk and vent makes sure you feel really validated

you stay on facetime for a long long time that night even if he has a game tomorrow

and the day after he calls you while he’s driving to the arena

you’re in bed with your blinds shut even though its 3 pm

“I going to score for you tonight, you’ll see. Trust me.”

and score he does

he tries to find the camera as soon as he scores and everyone including his teammates are like ???

but he winks at it and points at it

you know its for you

calls you AS SOON AS THE GAME IS OVER

“you see? I told you! I told you I’d do it for you!”

and thats when you realize you really like this man

you call and text even more somehow

facetime all the time

the season has its highs and lows and

on most roadies he can’t wait to just get to his hotel room to talk to you

he tells you whenever he’s taking off or landing

you’ll send him snaps of you watching the game whether alone or with your friends

you literally never miss one

you share locations at some point and he will never say it but he checks on you all the time

breaks his heart a little when he sees you’re over at someone’s house

same with you wherever he’s at a club or something but oh well

you’re just friends and have to live your lives

but still no one takes up as much time as you do

even if its for 5-10 minutes he’d facetime you

your roommate thinks its fucking annoying that you stay up so late just talking

and what a cute texter he is

“good luck on your test!”

“i saw this and i thought of you”

sdkjfhksjfhskdjchksd

he ships one of his jerseys to your dorm

anytime there’s a limited edition piece of merch he’ll always send you one

on your birthday he sends you matching beaded bRACELETS

and you see he always always wears it

theres a point where the season gets freaking hard and andrei is so frustrated

you answer the phone but it looks like it’s just been placed on the nightstand

“Drei?”

“hi, y/n”

and his voice is all choked up and sniffly

“I want to talk to you but I’m just. I’m so tired and I can’t take it today. I’m sorry” and there’s a little sob in there

you reassure him and eventually he opens up

even though he can’t show his face because he’s embarrassed and he doesn’t want you to see him like this

“to be honest, it’s so lonely. I feel alone in the room at the end of the day and I feel guilty because this is my dream.”

you talk him through what he’s feeling and how to feel better

he grabs the phone and you see his face all red and puffy. you can tell he was crying really hard before he called you

“I’m sorry I look so bad” he says as he rubs his eyes and his face HELLA HARD bc he’s a boy

“You look great, svech”

And his heart melts oh it melts so hard

You don’t tell him but you saved up enough to fly out and one day you just show up at practice

Thankfully he was too busy to check your location lol

He’s ELATED

literally drops his stick and gloves and just skates towards you so fast

“Oh so this is who you’re texting all the time”

You spend the weekend together

He cancels your hotel stay so you can stay with him

He loves to have you around and debates kissing you when you go out with the team

But he’s too nervy so he doesn’t

When he drops you off at the airport he tears up a bit and hugs you for a long long time

“I going to miss you, that’s all”

“I love you”

Calls you after you’re past security lol

He tells you he wants you to come out every weekend

And you both laugh but he’s low key serious

Ever since you went to visit him last you both say I love you ALL the time

Whenever they play in your city he comes and visit you

He accidentally stays in your dorm once you guys cuddle and fall asleep talking

No matter the distance you become closer and closer

See each other for the holidays :)

Still no one is making any moves even though you are VERY touchy

And tbh neither of you seeing anyone else bc you’re both so busy w your jobs/college

It’s so easy to talk to each other bc it’s all online

No one uses snap anymore so he’d just send you selfies 😭😭

Sometimes when he’s reviewing video he’d FaceTime you to just have you there

Same whenever you’re just doing homework

There’s been times that he’s at the rink late and you’re doing school work late and he just props his phone up while you both do your thing even though he’s ON THE ICE

Keeps his AirPods in so he can hear you talk to him

You have movie nights together and do screen sharing

You decide to surprise him bc you have some

Big news

And he’s been in a HUGE scoring drought

You know it’s taking a toll on him bc he literally tells you everything

Every SINGLE thing

You surprise him when he’s doing morning workout w the team

They let you in because everyone knows you now he doesn’t shut up about you shows them pics of you always on the phone

And he’s SWEATY but he runs to you and picks you up in a big bear hug spins you around

He’s so so happy he really needed this especially after you guys talked SO much during the dads trip (since his dad couldn’t make it and all)

He keeps looking for you in the stands and during warm up just keeps skating past you and tapping the glass and puts his face up to it and shfhfjxbdchfjbfdn

he gets out of his scoring drought SO quickly in the 1st

Scores twice, is on hatty watch, has the best game ever

Whenever he’s on the bench he thinks about how he got his mojo back literally the day you got to Raleigh

Like this has to do with you

*superstition unlocked*

Gets first star and skates up to you to bang on the glass before throwing the puck to some kids next to you

Mouths “go to the locker room” before skating to Hannah

When you go see him he’s all sweaty and gross and shirtless, his hockey pants still on and all

“You did so good! You did amazing, Andrei!”

He runs and hugs you so tightly into his chest

whispers into your hair

“because of you. It happened because of you.”

before giving you the game puck

What he doesn’t know yet is that you came to visit to tell him that you got into an internship in Raleigh and will be moving there in a couple of months 👀👀

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov blurb #blurb #fluff #carolina hurricanes #canes #nhl #nhl fic #nhl blurb #hockey #hockey blurb #hockey imagine

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one-strugling-bean · 11 months ago

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DSMP Fanfic Rec List because I’m bored Part 2

(IF YOU READ ANY OF THESE, DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT - even a simple "great work" or "this was a lot of fun" suffices, just comment)

Happy Duo & Egg Lore (the fluffy and the saddy)

OrphanDuo + Skephalo AU by cawthelesbian

Techno discovers the Skeppy cage and remembers Skeppy's claustrophobia, which leads him unable to keep his anger and disgust in check.

This series is what made me love these three dummies. Seriously, there's so much unexplored potential here.

I love how close Techno and Skeppy are, how much Techno cares for Skeppy despite how different they are, and that Skeppy is considered one of the few that have always been loyal to Techno. It's just sweet, ya know?

Adding Bad to this mix just makes it all that much better. Techno and Bad aren't very popular together, but I personally love imagining their possible interactions and how they view each other.

I loved getting Techno's pov on the Skephalo relationship as well - how Techno trusts Bad to take care of Skeppy because he's seen and been proven that they are that important to each other.

I can only wish this series gets continued at some point, or someone else picks up on the idea because I'd kill to see more of this concept.

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What's a Skeppy? by 42starsintheuniverse

When he has the capacity to, Bad uses higher order thinking. In those times, he is well aware that the Skeppy is as much of an individual as he is. That it presumably managed for a long time before him, that it was good at surviving, and he’d come to learn, excellent at fighting and defending itself. The Skeppy is very capable. But Bad is nothing if not flawed, and one of his flaws is that he is very eager, and very happy when he finds things to collect. So he’d sort of... Unintentionally taken the Skeppy. It wasn’t a plan, exactly. He’d carried it home that first day and assumed it wanted to stay with him.

"For a long time, Bad thought all he would ever be was a Bad. But when a Bad finds a Skeppy, suddenly a Bad becomes... A happy." If this quote doesn't make you want to read the fic, I'm not sure you're okay, I'm sorry.

This fic is literally the cutest thing, istg. I dare you to try and find me something that's more wholesome.

Bad and Skeppy are both not-quite sentient creatures - Bad is a Nether demon, Skeppy is a diamond golem - who find each other by chance and just, connect and stick together and do shenanigans.

The genius of this fic for me is the "not-quite sentient" part. They're not people, they're creatures, and it shows. They remind me a lot of the dragons from HTTYD, as in they possess a higher order of thinking than a dog or a cat, while still being somewhere lower than a human. Does that make sense?

They can't communicate with each other the traditional way - aka, through speech - and so have to find ways to get around that, which is a trope I love.

Also also, this author is amaaaaaazing at writing Happy Duo, I very very much recommend checking out any of their other works - Flickering Flame and Your voice: The Sound of your Laughter are two of my faves, but really, all of them are more than worth a read.

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My sunshine by Redbug

There's something wrong with the world around Bad, and reality isn't making any sense. No one is, and it's starting to eat away at his mind.

This series is pure pain and yearning. I'm not even trying to be funny, it simply is. Maybe it's because Bad and his "predicament" reminded me too much of a family member of mine, but this fic really just hit me like a truck out of nowhere.

I don't want to spoil much, but i love what the author did with Bad's backstory. Who he is, his connections with XD, how he got to have the life he does in the present. He's so tragic, it's painful to read all that suffering (but in a good way, because it's also beautiful??)

The way Rain cloud ended threw me for a loop a bit, but I think that might've been the point - it also made me cry actual tears, sooooo, there's that :p

But yeah, go read this right now if you feel like BBH-centric angst with lots of worried Skeppy, some functional Karlnapity, and a kind of confusing but still very envolving plot.

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dripping with red gardenia by kirichin

A sardonic smile tugs his lips up as he watches the petals curl up, catch fire, and turn into ashes. He was sure there is a metaphor there somewhere, between his love and the pathetic flowers turning into ashes.

or Skeppy gets blessed with Hanahaki.

Happy Duo writers really do love their angst. And Hanahaki too, apparently.

Techno is MVP. He and Skeppy continue to warm my heart with their brotherly bond. Skeppy and Bad deserve all the hugs.

It's been a while since I last read this one, so I don't remember the plot too well, but I do remember I stayed up 'til 4am to finish it and I hate going to bed late, so I hope this speaks for itself on how engaging the fic is. Go read.

so this is love by Isi_Khan_3000

You’ve always been a clingy person – always had a hard time letting things go.

It’s not really all that surprising that that was your downfall.

OR, the Skeppy POV we all want and need (featuring some extra commentary from somewhen else.)

(Yes, I'm self-advocating, leave me alone.)

This was written immediately after the Egg Lore finale. It's basically my personal take on what Skeppy was up to while Bad was busy building himself a cult. It spans from his death by lava bath to him killing Bad after the Banquet.

It's sad, angsty, and full of my fave headcanons for their DSMP characters (which means lots of happy duo family). It is also my first try at writing 2nd person, so yeahhhhh, please give it a read, and feel free to yell at me in the comments.

Anyway, go check it out if it sounds interesting, please and thank you.

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #fanfic recs #badboyhalo #bbh #skeppy #happy duo #skephalo #the egg

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scienceoftheidiot · 1 year ago

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So, your Dismissed Roy story ... what (emotional) genre do you think it sits in? More angst, fluff, romance? And which emotional genre is typically your favourite?

Aaah thank you so much for asking about this one !! I am actually going to start posting it soon 🥰

My favourite emotional genre, both to write and read, I think is angst/hurt/comfort, but I need a happy or bittersweet ending. Open endings are good too, but sad endings are often too much for me. Though sometimes only a sad ending can work, that's how it is.

Sooooo about Dismissed Roy, which now has a title, I had to think about it. Then I was told again that I am an angst monster (you know who you are 😒😝) and uh. Yeah. Lots and lots of angst in this fic. The main theme of this fic is reconstruction, and not only Ishval's. Far from it.

BUT. It's also a romance fic - not your usual romance, but it's not like this is a usual couple, right? But yes, there will be romance, and romantic plot points, and fluff, and even smut - which I'll specifically separate each time in a chapter so people who want to avoid it can do so.

Also a fair share of something that is close to politics, and it was very fun to play with that!

And to illustrate, I have shared a pretty fluffy excerpt of this fic just before, now have one that is... A little darker... Just a little. 🙃

"See you tomorrow, Riza."

Roy closed the door behind her, straining his ear to follow her footsteps along the corridor, until he couldn’t hear anything anymore. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the door.

Get a grip, Mustang.

He took a deep breath. He was going to turn around, undress, shower, and go to bed. That wasn’t too hard, was it? One foot before the other. Keep your mind set on what you're doing, focus, and you'll be fine. Count your steps, remember the layout of the flat, don't forget where you put the towels, the soap, where your clothes are, where you fold and put away the dirty ones. You've already done that alone enough to know it'll be okay. Don’t think further ahead than the next action. Don't think. Don’t –

He was finished.

He’d known for weeks. This kind of announcement didn’t come out of nowhere. And before he’d known, he was expecting it.

Truth’s toll wasn’t a death sentence, but it was severely close. Everything. Everything he’d fought for. He’d lost everything.

“The team is done. When you signed that paper, you killed it for good.”

Another long, shaky breath. He was standing on the very edge of the deepest, darkest abyss he’d come close to in years. Blind, and ready to lose his balance at the slightest breeze.

Worse than killing children, Roy?

Is it worse?

But we won’t get trialed. We won’t pay. Neither Grumman nor Armstrong will selflessly give enough power back to the parliament for that.

Could be worse. They could decide not to execute a blind man, and you’d be left to witness Riza’s death.

And you'd deserve it. Because she'd be there because of you. It's your fault. Without you, she wouldn't have been through all this. You wouldn't see it, but you would feel –

No, no, please –

He pressed his hand to his mouth to stifle the first sob, feeling the wet tears that had already settled on his cheeks.

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #wip #replies #ask #dairogo

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sullustangin · 2 years ago

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Fluffy February Day 19: Loop

Fandom: SWTOR

TIme: Intro to the Smuggler story (landing on Coruscant)

Pairing: None (gen fic)

Words: ~700

Eva Corolastor glared up at the public transport listing at Coruscant spaceport.

Corso watched the pilot as she got more annoyed at the constant delays. He’d only known Eva for a few days, but he knew she had a temper on her. Granted, some guy had just stolen her ship, ditched her on Ord Mantell, and nearly got her cat killed when the critter abandoned ship to go to his master.

Hylo the Cat sat on his haunches, also glaring up at the public transport listings. Unacceptable.

Eva seemed to reach the same conclusion. Eva turned to Corso abruptly. “You got a speeder license?”

“Yeah, been drivin’ farm vehicles since I was … ten? Got it all official the day I –”

“Great! You got a criminal record yet?” Eva startled him with her enthusiasm as well as the follow-up question.

“Uh…no?” Corso barely had enough time to reply before Eva grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the speeder rental booth.

“Viidu had a deadman’s switch, so I got some credits from him – bet you did too,” Eva said. “And I’d rather spend it on actually getting somewhere in this city rather than waiting around for some old converted garbage scow.”

“Move over.” Eva motioned to Corso. As if to add emphasis, Hylo jumped on the dashboard, right in front of the steering yoke.

“Seriously?” Corso said, not moving out of the driver’s seat yet. “I’m the legal driver of this here vehicle – you didn’t want to get your chaincode scanned –” Then something struck him. “Hey, you didn’t get scanned at the port authority – you had Hylo snatch that guard’s lunch and then the pair of you chased him all over the port –"

“--I’m the better driver,” Eva cut him off as she opened the speeder door on the driver’s side.

Corso looked at her as if she was crazy. “Now how do I know that?”

Eva gestured to herself with open hands. “Did I not dodge that separatist blockade? Did I not land under fire?”

Corso shook a finger at her. “Now hang on here – that’s a starship, this is a speeder –”

“If I’m good at the big stuff, don’t you think I’d be even better at the small craft?” Eva squared up to him, hands on her hips. “Or is this a ‘the man should drive’ situation, because that’s sooooo last century and is an expression of your latent insecurities.”

Corso worked his jaw a couple of times. “Ain’t got nothing to be insecure about! The swoop’s in my name and I’m responsible for it –”

“And don’t we have a meeting with that Darmas? Isn’t he busy?” Eva pointedly looked at her chrono on her wrist. “Don’t want to miss the opportunity to catch Skavak.”

Corso squeezed the steering wheel in his hands. Then he made a disgusted noise. “Just don’t total it.” Then he moved over to sit on the passenger side.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAY VVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Corso stared ahead at the oncoming freighter, howling the entire time.

Eva let out a whoop as she pulled back on the yoke and weaved back into the correct lane of traffic. “Kriff, the exit to that sector is back up there.” Her eyes bounced between the lane in front of her and the review mirror, where the exit sign now was.

Then she reached to pat Hylo. “You might wanna hold on tight.’

With a mreep, Hylo jumped off the dash and sank his claws into the carseat.

“Ah, come on, you two, the speeder is in my NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME ---”

Eva had executed a loop in order to get herself into the upper lane going into the opposite direction.

Except now they were flying upside down.

And that’s exactly how they entered into the speeder port, with Eva flipping them back over at the absolute last second.

Eva and Hylo jumped out of the speeder as if it was no big deal.

Corso remained hunched over in the passenger seat for a few minutes. “Eva,” he finally said as he sat up. He let his hand hang over the side of the speeder door and motioned for her to come over.

Eva meandered over, some smug expression on her face.

“Give me the keys, woman. We ain’t doin’ that again.”

....but they absolutely did it again. A lot of times.

And Corso missed it when they didn’t.

@fluffyfebruary @ayresis @starlightcleric @bluephoenix1347 @ermingarden

#fluffy february #swtor #corso riggs #hylo the cat #oc: eva corolastor

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sodorsteam · 2 years ago

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Doctor's Orders

SOOOOO i wrote a little standalone Rook story U uU

as per usual, it is set in TTTE Sodor, but is mostly my own goofery.

WARNING! there is: Alcohol use, illness and a brief blood draw scene, so please be aware - if that shit freaks you out you might wanna skip this one!!

ANYWAY - i love to write! it's kinda one of my unused 'muscles' so if you like it, please let me know <3 and if you think there's things i can fix, let me know that too! <3

1 No One Knows

The Island of Sodor. No other place on earth is quite like it. Digging its heels against the steady pull of progress, it has stood against the monster of Modernization quixotically, a knight errant wreathed in steam. Predictably, the island has secrets. And one of those secrets was returning to his shed, red faced and wheezing, after a particularly grueling day as one of the Living Locomotives on the NWR.

#141 Rook Drummond may not have been the busiest engine, but nonetheless he bore his labors with glowing pride. As the NWR’s sole M7, Sodor University’s shunter at Pottersfield, and shepherd for The Ferryman (Sodor’s funeral train), Rook was careful, attentive and hard working, like any other engine. And like many of his fleet mates, he was known to drive himself rather ruthlessly as far as his work ethic was concerned. Usually, he had routine maintenance at the steamworks, and his student drivers were instructed in tasks to extend the longevity of his replaceable parts, and maintain the bits that were meant for the long haul.

Of course, none of this applied to that particular situation that made Rook so…Rook.

As he returned home slowly, he could tell that it was going to be an unpleasant evening for him. His boiler ached in that squirmy, uncomfortable way that he couldn’t articulate to anyone. Not that he would have; calling attention to his various complaints was terribly rude - the most grievous of faux pas. But in this case, he knew his affliction was one that could not be solved with a trip to the works, because of course most engines didn’t also have boilers that could be full of organs and blood occasionally.

Rolling into his berth at Pottersfield, he patiently waited for his crew to dump his fire and bed him down for the night, bidding them a pleasant evening as they filtered out casually, their dirty coveralls stuffed into plastic bags. Only when hours had passed and darkness fully settled over the bog did Rook finally shake and gibber, his eyes losing focus and face going slack as his whole engine frame seemed to bulge and distort, billows of flesh and gore exploding outwards to reform into the neat shape of an indeterminate beast, pleasantly plump and fluffy, standing on tiny compact hind paws and thick scaled forelimbs. He staggered for a moment and sat down hard as his boiler…No. My guts! gave an upset gurgle. He winced and rubbed a paw on the curved surface of his belly. “Gracious, this doesn’t seem quite normal.” he muttered.

He had tried his best to ignore it. Of course, a Very Useful Engine did not complain about a few boiler aches. Even if those aches felt like he’d swallowed a bucketful of hot lead slugs. But over the weeks, the slugs had been increasing in size and the bucketfuls had been coming more frequently. It made him feel bloated and nauseated, and sometimes, only sometimes, he’d actually felt querulous enough to neglect using honorifics when addressing his crew. Scandal!

He could not go to the hospital. He knew that. A voice, soft and sibilant, just below the surface of his consciousness, warned him that if he went to a hospital there was a very good chance he would not come back. And he had far too much work to do to be pickled and put into jars, which is what that voice also implied in its slippery, whispery way.

But it seemed that the grace period on ignoring the issue had run out. He would have to break down and seek medical attention, or simply break down. He slowly got to his feet and slumped to a cluttered desk shoved near the wall of his shed, where the students stashed various bric a brac for their weekly work at the archaeological site deep in the bog. He opened the first drawer, which squeaked open reluctantly, it was so jammed with rumpled papers. He removed a thick sheaf of paper and peered down his nose at them, through his little round glasses.

His paws trembled as he rifled through the stack. Pizza delivery, bakery services (Novelty shaped cakes our specialty!) dry cleaners. A drop of sweat rolled down his long nose and dotted...Ah.

‘ANTON KOZLOV, DVM. Services for agrarian and domestic animals.’

Rook tilted his head to the side as he reread the information out loud. He wasn’t sure if this applied to ‘industrial animals’ as well, but he stifled a moan and a greasy belch into his paw, and realized he probably had no choice in the matter.

It was pickle jars or this.

Rook neatly replaced the papers, straightend his back with a litany of pops, and gathered his pocket book and overcoat.

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2 SCOTCH

Anton Kozlov’s family had come to Sodor by train generations ago. And even if they were not Sudrian forged they had taken to the life there as if they had been, and his whole family had flourished. Kozlov had as well, but he had secrets too.

Perhaps they were not as secret as he thought though, as his clients had been dwindling slowly since Masha had left him. It was true that there were many veterinarians on Sodor, given that the island fully embraced its agrarian lifestyle, but there was more than enough work. But Masha had left him. And he hadn’t thought much of the work was worth doing. Sudrian scotch though, now that had been worth doing. Again and again. As soon as he stepped inside his home and locked the door behind him, he felt the weight of the bottle in his hand before he even set his house keys on the hook. By day he was a respected member of the community; tall, broad chested and strong of limb, dark hair going gray at the temples, with deep set, intelligent eyes. By night he was just the man Masha had left because he liked that aforementioned scotch too much.

Kozlov had returned home at about the same time as Rook, but he was now half a bottle deep and sitting in the dark of his comfortable renovated farmhouse on Trevithick Row, wearing his silk undershirt and scrubs. The television was on, trying to pierce the haze of his intoxication, telling him all about the state of the world. He was looking at his expensive orthopedic shoes, with their gel inserts and arch support, and wondering if the spots on the toe were blood, mud or shit. He frowned. Sometimes he wondered if his life was the same. He’d been voted the best veterinarian on Sodor by the chamber of commerce for 15 years. That was achievement.

He picked up a chip from the white plastic take out tray (don’t worry- the chips had been accompanied by terribly overpriced but terribly delicious beer battered, organic ling cod from a trendy seafood shop in town. Not skint was the good doctor.) and swished it around in the cold curry sauce, eating it by rote.

That was nadir.

He was content to continue this spiral round the drain for the next few hours when he heard what he thought was a knock at the door. He looked up sharply. Certainly, malignancy lived in the shade of every city, but it seemed to have a harder time taking root in Sodor’s soils; and found even less sustenance in Wellsworth. But Kozlov’s closest neighbor was a mile and a half away. His ears strained. The knock came again. He stood. Somehow managing to shake off the double vision of self-medicated drowsiness, he grabbed the M1 Carbine that lived peacefully over his door, hoping that it was more awake than he was and would succeed where he failed at intimidation. He boomed out a loud ‘Who is it’, gripped the doorknob and let the night air and cricket symphony in.

He heard the soft howl of a steam whistle, far away, haunted and haunting.

Kozlov stared out into his neat front lawn, hanging from the doorjamb like a sailor hanging from the mast. He grunted, seeing nothing, and carefully turned himself to skulk back inside, cowed.

“D….Doctor Kozlov? Dee Vee Em?”

Kozlov’s watery eyes rolled downwards to catch sight of a small, phenomenally ugly child in a moth eaten suit. Except that children did not generally dress like 19th century undertakers. Nor did children have railroad spike noses, horsey ears, and a long swinging tail.

Kozlov just continued to stare, then realized that the not-child had asked him a question, and was politely waiting for a response.

“Ye.”

That was all the university educated man could muster. He dropped the bottle of scotch he’d been nursing and cursed eloquently, the resultant high pitched glass bomb of noise startled the man-creature, but it seemed to recombobulate itself just as easily. He (he!?!) nervously cleared his throat and spoke in a soft, deep little voice that Kozlov had to crane forward to hear.

“I apologize for the lateness, doctor. Your leaflet did say you were open after hours…”

The little thing held out a worn, foxed sheet of newspaper. Kozlov took it, eyes still pinned on the visitor. He forced his gaze to the object in his hand, and staring back at him from the yellowed page was an advertisement Kozlov himself had placed in the local Sudrian papers 23 years previously, when the economy had slowed to a crawl and he’d been making his scotch money by assisting difficult deliveries of calves and foals at all hours. He stared incredulously, reading the fine print that stated he was open to late night inquiries. Well, here it was late night, and here was an inquiry. He opened his mouth to complain, but the little man winced. He put a wee hand (paw!?!) to his belly, his strange pinched face crumpling.

The way Kozlov could see it, he had two options. He could go to bed. Which he probably should have done so hours ago. Or he could help.

A lifetime ago, Kozlov had been given his diploma and taken a vow that stated he “will strive to promote animal health and welfare and relieve animal suffering”. And to his credit, he had done so as much as possible when he was called on to do so. Even after Masha had left.

But did that oath apply to figments brought on by scotch fueled benders?

Here was this itty bitty man, elf sized at the highest (but perhaps not elf weight: the guy looked like he did not skip any little fairy meals) decked in clothes from the victorian age, looking like someone had mashed a dead kangaroo with a roadkill house cat and called it a day.

Am I actually going to administer aid to a hallucination?

“I can pay sir.” The little fellow whimpered.

Well. Can’t turn away a suffering hallucination, especially not one with a checkbook.

“C…come in” Almost as if in a dream, Kozlov held the door open wider, to allow the miniature undertaker inside.

Rook inclined his head gratefully, he shuffled into the first home he’d ever been inside. Neat, (thank you to Brigit the maid who came every Thursday) cozy, and well kept. Rook’s little bun feet pattered on the dark wood, his claws like those of an old family dog clicking on the floors, as he furtively looked around at the realm of the House Human; the comforts and conveniences, the accoutrement and ornament. He liked it. It was like a soft echo of the pride his Victorian makers had exhibited when they built the engines that had once powered the world; bright and glossy with brass and pin striping.

Kozlov followed him in, still in a state of lazy shock. He snapped on lights and stumbled into his office - clean, white and scrubbed down. He reminded himself that he was dreaming. Or hallucinating. But the hallucination staunchly refused to disappear. “this way,” he grunted, ushering Rook into the office.

Kozlov grabbed his stethoscope and the digital thermometer from his desk. As his vet techs were not on call in the evenings any longer, he prepared his instruments himself. He asked curt questions while he did so.

“Age?”

“126”

“Sex?”

“…blush male”

“Breed?”

“Drummond M7”

Kozlov wondered if it would be wise to risk his back trying to lift this Sudrian leprechaun onto the table. He split the difference by pulling over another small stool, indicating that Rook should take a seat, which he did.

“What seems to be the problem?” Kozlov asked.

Rook blinked. He’d just been asked more questions about himself than he’d ever answered and was still digesting the experience when the imposing doctor bludgeoned him again. What was the problem? How to articulate it?

As an engine, it was his boiler. As a beast? Deep in his body somewhere, below his heart. In this, the closest he could get to human, he could feel a fierce knot of pain in his chest that radiated angrily outwards, and it was aggressively making itself known currently. He knitted his worried brow.

“I feel ill, as though I might be sick. And I feel quite tired and uncomfortably full, and it hurts here, in my…erm…this.” He settled lamely, patting the upper part of his stomach.

Kozlov nodded, finding it peculiar that this drunken fiction had such a soft, calming voice. Almost like a lullaby. He nodded, stifling a yawn behind his hand.

“Right. shirt off.”

“M…Must I?”

The hallucination is shy? Naturally. Why not?

“‘Fraid so Mr. erm…”

“Rook. Rook Drummond”

“shirt off.”

While the fussy little thing shucked its multiple layers neatly, Kozlov looked at the thermometer…he slid the plastic sheaf over the sensor, but omitted the lube; he hoped he’d be lucky enough to forgo the usual method of employ and just ask.

Rook sat shyly, stripped to the skin from the waist up. He was alway keenly aware he hadn’t perfected his human shape. It seemed far too bulky, far too awkward. Furless, but fuzzy like a peach. And certainly this learned man of Medicine would know just how far off the mark he actually was.

Kozlov kneeled by him, noting the big, badly healed scar on Rook’s left side. The hallucination smelled like something familiar, and something else deep and vital, unpleasant. The smell made him queasy. He put the earpieces of his stethoscope in and placed the resonator on Rook’s chest. It was cold. Rook startled back just a little.

“Sir, do you think I shall be able to return to work so…”

Kozlov shushed him, putting a finger to Rook’s lips. He took the opportunity to put the thermometer in his mouth.

“Under the tongue. Don’t bite”

Kozlov frowned. He listened hard. He heard a heartbeat…but he also heard an uncomfortable liquid sliding and squelching. Like tectonic plates of flesh and mud.

He blinked. He moved the stethoscope down to this alcohol fueled horror’s belly, and here was a rhythmic cacophony. The phrase meat hell came unbidden into his mind.

He just listened, gorge rising, threatening to make a mess of this clean and tidy exam room. The beep of the thermometer brought him out of his terror-stricken musing, and he removed the probe.

Error.

Well, that did make sense. He’d felt the heat coming off this freakish vision even before he’d touched him. But here it was, with a Dante’s inferno in its head and an eldritch chorus in its guts, and still on its feet, reasonably coherent.

“You’re running a fever.”

“I’m a steam engine.”

Kozlov rubbed his tired eyes. He wondered what it would look like from the outside. A 50 year old man, a 50 year old alcoholic, talking to himself and trying to medically diagnose a gargoyle or demon or imp or gnome. Trying to keep his life together through the haze of drink that had lowered the visibility in his mind to nil.

But long ago, Masha had told him (ironically, when she too had been drunk on one of their sadly few anniversaries, the gin blossom on her face was the exact shade of pink he would dream about for the rest of his life) that she loved his compassion. That he always helped. And so he would help.

He looked at his patient, who was trying to be as small as possible, clutching his little rat paws, arms crossed over his chest, shy as a bathing maiden. This thing was a hallucination, but he still owed it a proper diagnosis. He had a very good hunch. Well. Good as any. “I need some blood”.

Rook’s eyes widened. He looked to his left and right comically, as if thinking surely he was not for whom the blood was for. Kozlov retrieved the phlebotomist kit from the closet. He would not have been able to admit that he was enjoying this somewhat, the rituals of medicine that he usually passed on to the techs, but he certainly was. Granted, he’d have never in a billion years attempted venipuncture while balls deep in the drink on a REAL patient, but why stop the farce now? He rubbed the crook of the goblin’s arm with an alcohol towlette, tied the elastic tourniquet, and readied the vacutainer.

He then realized the goblin was shaking. Quite badly. He looked up at Rook.

“Just stay still. Make a fist. You’ll feel a little prick and then pressure. Open your hand. Look at the painting on the wall over there. Do you…work around here?”

“On the NWR sir…as a sh…shunter.”

“Mmh, hard work.”

“Yes sir. Very hard…”

“Like it, do you?”

“Oh yes sir…I do. It’s not easy pulling such heavy loads, but the work at the bog is satisfying.”

Kozlov heard the tone of the hallucination change. Pride. Accomplishment. Satisfaction.

Then the samples were collected, the needle withdrawn, and Kozlov placed a neon pink bandage on the collection site. He stared at Rook long enough that the latter started to sweat.

“Get dressed.”

The doctor strode out, leaving Rook alone, confused and smarting.

The whole ordeal had been rather humiliating, and now it seemed this big doctor man was angry with him. He’d never fathomed that he could be so utterly put together wrong that he was offensive. He gritted his teeth, feeling hot shame prickling his cheeks, the ugly bubble of emotion starting to boil over in him…

Meanwhile, Kozlov checked the results.

H. Pylori. He pumped his fist. Just as he thought.

Kozlov stumbled to the bathroom. In a cabinet, behind bottles of pink bismuth and rolls of unopened antacids was a nearly full bottle of omeprazole and plastic blister packs of antibiotics. He swept the whole lot into a plastic bag.

He returned to the office as Rook was walking out, dressed neatly, unable to look Kozlov in the eye.

“Doctor, I’m terribly, terribly sorry for the inconvenience I have ca…”

Kozlov stopped him.

“Stomach ulcer. Easy to treat.”

He kneeled next to Rook carefully, feeling the alcohol vertigo threaten to dump him on his ass for a moment, and started lifting the strange new treats out of the bag and explaining them carefully.

“Take this every day, once a day. Take these morning and night until they are all gone. Don’t forget. Take a few of these ones every time you…eat? Or whatever you do. No coffee, tea, alcohol or soft drinks. Have a spoonful of this if you feel sick.”

“Give me your hand.”

He opened a roll of antacids and shook three out into Rook’s palm.

“Eat.”

Rook, responding best to unequivocal orders, ate the little fruit flavored tablets with no delay.

Kozlov watched him like a buzzard wheeling over a kill. Rook quailed under the scrutiny…the smell of alcohol on the doctor’s breath very strong, his stained under shirt very white. His intense eyes with their dull dagger glare.

I should have stayed home. I don’t belong anywhere. I don’t want to…oh. I…I feel…

“I feel better sir…”

Rook murmured softly. And indeed, he did. That horrible burning was abating, and with it the nausea and tightness. His shoulders slumped, relieved.

Kozlov stood.

“Keep up the meds. You’ll heal in a few weeks.”

For the first time that evening, the doctor smiled.

Kozlov watched his patient as he pobbled back into the night, going gods knew where.

As he stood on his front stoop, he looked at the shards of glass from the broken bottle of scotch. He’d only managed to drink half of it before he’d imagined up the most realistic troll he’d ever seen. He closed and locked the door and climbed the stairs to bed.

Masha once said she loved my compassion. Compassion I even had for a figment of my drunk mind.

He had a lot to think about. But he didn’t need to think about it tonight.

***

Rook was back at the bog, tucked into his nest. He had returned home, washed, and slipped into his pajamas feeling lighter and more at ease than he had in weeks. He looked at all his new acquisitions, the little plastic bottles of pills - the label said ‘KOZLOV, ANTON - OMEPRAZOLE - DR. BEHER. TAKE ONCE A DAY ’ Which he didn’t quite understand but would absolutely follow to the letter.

Doctor’s orders, after all.

He rolled on his side and closed his eyes. Somewhere out in the dark, he heard the howl of an engine, and felt, at least for now, that he was a part of something very large and powerful, something proud and brave. And that was a secret he enjoyed keeping.

***

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