#intimate/soft was even going to have little ‘i missed you’s in there but obviously that didnt happen clearly

[cheaploafs]

we love a good self care day

[ohdeerfully]

alastor request HAI can it be based on the fact that alastor doesn't sleep, and it's his lover finding out that petting his ears during cuddling makes him fall asleep.

thank you for your service

yess i love sleepy alastor thank u so much anon :D!!

Goodmorning, Love

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You were well aware of the Radio Demon’s sleep habits. Or, well, lack of sleep habits. You often spent nights in his room, where he would sit with you in bed until you fell asleep and go do whatever the hell he gets up to late at night. You always woke up in an empty room, and often so in the middle of the night, struggling to rest again as a greedy tightness gripped your chest in worry and disappointment.

You understood, though, and tried your best not to let it get to you that you didn’t have his warm body next to you when you woke every morning. But you couldn’t help that twinge of sadness. You weren’t particularly needy or clingy, but would it kill him to stay in bed with you for a single night? And to have a slice of domestic bliss as you woke up?

Obviously. 

You roll your eyes as you lay, staring up at the ceiling. You had just gotten ready for bed, and now waited for said demon to join you for a few hours. Your fingers tapped, impatient, against your chest as you hummed absentmindedly.

“How lovely,” You heard him speak. Tickles of that radio static that always followed him clung to your exposed skin, which was signal enough that he had entered the room had he not announced himself. “What a siren you are, luring me here with that hum of yours.”

You smiled slightly at his comment, scooching over slightly to encourage him over. He obliged, joining you under the covers. He still wore his usual outfit, which made sense considering his tendency to go away all night. You purse your lips at the thought, slightly chewing on the skin.

“Why the face?” Of course he noticed your expression. He always noticed when any emotion tickled your face. You appreciated the genuine tone in his voice, the typical buzz of radio barely detectable in his words. He always got a little softer and kinder when he was alone with you like this.

You appreciated nights with him, being able to see a side of him that nobody else would live to spread word of. You enjoyed feeling a little special, especially to somebody like him.

“Do you think you could stay in,” You asked cautiously, fiddling with your hands as you inched closer to him, pressing your body against his. Even laying, he still seemed much taller than you. You gingerly guided his head down, against your chest as you spoke, hoping the multitasking would keep him from sitting up and rejecting your intimate gestures. “Just for a night. I miss you all night long.”

He allowed his head to lay against you. He did feel tense, of course, letting the back of his head be exposed in this manner as he lay vulnerable on you. It was a strange feeling, but not one he cared to consider for too long. 

“(Y/N),” He began with a sigh. “It’s impossible for me to get much done during the day, what with all the running around Charlie does. Somebody has to keep an eye on that young princess. I prefer to stay awake to get my own errands done at night.” 

I know that, you wanted to say and interrupt his explanatory ramble. You wanted to beg him to understand, just this once. You held in a sigh, watching as his head gently rose and fell with every breath you took. Maybe you should just take this submission from him as good enough.

You gingerly began tangling your fingers through his red hair, brushing out any kinks he may have gotten throughout the day. His tense body seemed to ease slightly, becoming more and more relaxed as you weaved your fingers through the locks.

“You have really soft hair, Al,” You commented, changing the subject. You figured there was no use convincing him. You let your fingers lightly trail upwards, up to his ears. You grazed them slightly with a finger. You touched again. When he made no motion of dislike, you fully began rubbing them. Petting him. You smiled to yourself at the idea of petting the feared Radio Demon. “And your ears are even softer.”

“I try to take care of myself,” He responded proudly. There was another hint of something in his voice, but you couldn’t quite place what it was. But it seemed heavy. “A well groomed man is a successful one.” You absentmindedly agreed as you stroked the velvety fur of his ears, switching back and forth between them and his hair. You had a preference for the ears, though.

You sighed and began humming quietly again. He rarely got so… comfortable, even around you. He always had some sort of guard up, always had his shoulders squared. He almost never became so… loose and vulnerable.

You noticed the clippings of radio frequency had stopped, which was a noise that was ever present in his wake. You had a suspicion why it disappeared, a small grin forming on your face.

Yes, the Radio Demon never slept. But that was a choice he made, not a curse that prevented him. Even demons get tired. You don’t know how Alastor makes it day by day without a wink of rest, but it was apparent that exhaustion had built up in him. He just needed to relax for a second.

You graced your fingers over his fringe, and craned your neck in a way to get a glance at his face. Yeah, you were right. 

He laid there, eyes shut, features relaxed with the lightest grin playing on his face. Even in sleep, you complained. It didn’t really matter. What mattered was the sound of his deep, slow breathing and occasional twitch of his velvety ears. You briefly wondered what the Radio Demon would dream about.

Would he be aggravated with you when he woke up, realizing you had practically cast a sleep spell on him? You didn’t, but the rate of which exhaustion took over may as well have been some sort of magic.

You shut your own heavy eyes, exhaling lightly as you continued to comfort yourself with the texture of his fur and hair. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

You craned your arms and neck as consciousness came back to you, but an unfamiliar weight kept you from getting that good stretch in. Momentarily confused, you blinked open and looked down.

Red and black hair, more of a mess than usual, still took place on your torso. This was a first, and your chest felt like exploding with the glee of seeing Alastor still resting with you. He somehow looked even more relaxed than the night before, his cheek flush against your stomach, squishing his lips up slightly. A light grin was still there.

You gently brushed your fingers over his face, trailing a line around his features with an index finger. His eyes squeezed for a moment, and that static ambience of his slowly, quietly, returned. It was a noise that you had learned to find comfort in. He slowly opened his red eyes, a confused and sleepy daze clouding them. There was a wrinkle in his brow as he roughly propped himself up with an elbow, looking up at you with a furrowed expression.

“(Y/N)..?” He trailed, pausing to take in a shuddering morning yawn through a confused smirk. “Did I… Dear, what time is it?”

You looked at him tenderly. Oh, how cute he was, sleepy like this. Composed like an exhausted kid. Something even you have never seen before.

“Yeah,” You responded to his unspoken question. “It’s probably seven a.m. or so. I dunno.” There wasn’t a clock in your immediate line of sight.” “A.m. …” He said slowly. He sat up fully, looking down in disappointment at his wrinkled day wear. He quickly blinked the sleep from his eyes and managed to bring some composure to himself, but that lick of exhaustion was still prominent. Especially under his eyes.

“Yeah,” You said again, a light chuckle following. “Goodmorning, Al.”

He wasn’t obviously upset, it seemed. Though he probably was too tired to think about it too much yet. Maybe later.

“Well… Goodmorning, love.” He responded, still with a hint of confusion in his voice. “I suppose I accepted your plea from last night.” He brushed at his clothes while he spoke, trying to flatten out the creases that were brought on through a night of rest.

“Maybe more often?” You asked, twiddling your thumbs in anticipation. You already knew the answer, but it was okay. You knew how to keep him in now. You mischievously smirked as he closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Unlikely.”

[tryagainenthusiast]

jeong jaehyun (n)sfw alphabet

mdni!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he’s alllll up on you, literally unable to disconnect himself from you. if he’s not holding you against his body, arms wrapped so tightly you start to think that your circulation is being cut, he’s following you around the house like a lost puppy. when you stand up to shower he jumps up to grab you a towel, and your clothes, continuing to pepper kisses across your shoulders and neck as you walk into the shower where he joins you and mumbling small compliments into your skin.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

what does he spend all that time in gym for if not to throw you around like you’re the weight of a feather? his favourite part of his own body is his muscles, only because he knows that you like them and when you are happy so is he. “happy wife happy life.” he secretly likes when you take a little longer to gaze at his biceps when he carries something heavy, or after going to the gym together; so feeling you grab onto his arms during sex stirs something up in him that he has never felt before.

its also a crime to say that jaehyun is anything but a boob man. don’t get me wrong, he appreciates a good ass (specifically yours), he enjoys an occasional slap, a hand softly placed on the curve of your ass just to touch you. but your boobs are on another level…his favourite thing to do is squish them at literally any moment he can. the sensation of the flesh filling out the spaces between his fingers is something he craves when he is away from you, not even just in a sexual way—but because it makes him feel close to you. and the fact that you would let him do that to you makes him feel a little soft inside. during sex though, they’re the second most viewed thing (the first being your pretty face); he’ll put them in his hands, his mouth, against his skin, you name it, he wants it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

apart from in you? he’s not a super fanatic of doing things with cum, just like any man he likes to see his cum all over your lips after you’ve given him a blowjob to use his fingers and swipe it across your lips like lip gloss. to be honest, most of all he likes to see the look on your face when he has your cum on his chin and nose, letting it glisten under the dim lights of your room.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

the thought of recording his own porno just for yours and his eyes really plagues his mind. every time you and him get intimate there is a little thought in the back of his head that wonders what it would look like from another person’s perspective, and the way that your little breaths and moans reverberate into the mic and speakers. being able to look back on videos whenever he pleases, whenever he misses you enamours him and is something he wishes to have. he’s a private person, it would never see the outside of your bedroom, and whenever a member tries to go through his phone he immediately snatches his phone out of their hand. he wouldn’t ask you to film a sex tape right from the get-go though, it would start subtly with a couple of sexts, then the exchanging of a couple nudes, then maybe having phone-sex when he’s abroad. he would only bring it up later into the relationship when he knows that you are enjoying doing things like this as much as he is.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

virgin? obviously not. extremely experienced sex master? also no. he knows what he’s doing, he knows the steps and what women generally enjoy. i mean, how can you go wrong with head? however, he’s in his element when he’s with you. being in a long term relationship with you means that he can get to know more than the surface, he knows ever single curve of your figure and where his hands fit perfectly, and what things get your face to flush and your lips to part. you give the experience he needs, and it only gets better the longer you are together because you get to explore different things that he and you like.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

apart from missionary, where he gets to see your face and all it’s little micro expressions, your boobs that are always nice to look at too obviously. its the fully package really, all within reach of his greedy hands. it gets better when you put your leg on his shoulder and he was some leverage to grab on to, and to turn his head to press his lips against your skin. he also likes the face off position, a more intimate cowgirl where he feels most connected to you. the skin-to-skin contact, being able to press worn out kisses all over your face and wrap his arms around your shoulders to bring you even closer to him while you ride him. the real deal.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

it can vary, when you first started dating he would try to act more serious because he would be overthinking everything and trying to make sure it felt good for you. he also wanted to seem like a serious candidate for you. but the more times that you get intimate, because he is the most unserious person at heart, he can’t help but letting a laugh slip sometimes. like, you haven’t ever laughed at a queef before????? it’s funny. also just the feeling of being so happy and so intimate with you, literally the closest two people can get can be overwhelming, in a good way, which makes laughing feel like the only right thing to do.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

it would be weird if that happy trail of his led to nothing, but its cleaned up, he takes care of himself.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so romantic, he thinks that literally every movement of yours is the most beautiful thing ever, so graceful and so pretty. he likes to see the way your hands sometimes grip around the bedsheets, and to encase your hand with his to spread his warmth. his lips struggle to leave your skin, whether it be your lips, your neck, your jawline or anywhere where he can feel the goosebumps that riddle your skin and the sweetness of your natural scent. the lights in your room are always dim and there’s always a playlist of rnb playing quietly during it. he is able to romanticise every little movement and every noise, being with you is an experience on a different plane of existence and he wants to savour every single moment of it. he prefers to go slowly, lots of talking and smiling and giggling.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

when he’s away, he seems like the type to let you know that he is jerking off. he only resorts to doing so when you aren’t around and the whole time he’d be thinking of you. you’d be alone in your bed in the dead of night, sleeping on his side of the bed to smell his presence and then receive a text message. it wouldn’t be explicit or anything, something like “thinking of you right now” and you’d just know exactly what he was doing. he would never ask you to send nudes, but when you’re in the right mood you would send him something to usher him on.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

honestly, he doesn’t seem like a very kinky person, but he’d be willing to try new things for you. when you ask him to try using his tie as a blindfold he would say yes, and he would enjoy watching you squirm and twitch under him when he ghost his fingers along your body. he liked to slap your ass prior, but seeing the surprise mixed with pleasure when your eyes were covered was even more enjoyable. on his birthday, when you asked to blindfold him and give him his birthday surprise he was hesitant, but he trusted you enough to let you do that to him. he enjoyed it, but he thinks it’s because it was your hands that were touching him and heightening his senses, letting him focus on sensations that he had never before. so as long as it was something that you wanted to do, he’s just happy to take part—although i think he would draw the line at things that hurt you seriously.

i see him liking the idea of public sex too, not too public obviously. but cars and rooms that are separated only by paper-thin walls excite him. being able to make you moan and having the headboard creak only to just walk out of the room and act like nothing happened is amusing to him.

breeding kink????? are you joking? of course. he is just waiting for the day that the two of you are fully ready for a child, and you give him the green light to go all in. until then, he likes to play with fate and do it rawwwwww.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

other than in your bed, his favourite place is the couch in your living room. the atmosphere of the tv that usually plays in the back, shining different colours on your face from the movie that was long forgotten about. the blinds are usually slightly ajar, reflecting your profiles in the window that he likes to take a quick glance at, and playing up to the fact that someone could see the two of you—a picture perfect snapshot that he would capture with this film camera if he could.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

domestic girlfriend. homey girlfriend…should i continue? i know a pile of laundry hates to see him coming because it’s never actually going to be done. ever since moving in with you, the sight of you doing things that are ordinary have riled him up like he has never been before. the curve of your back when he watches you cook from the island in the kitchen, the old shorts and tank top you wear when there are no clean clothes left on a sunday, the way that you flip your hair and expose your neck when you are vacuuming. they help him envision a future where it is just the two of you forever, with hopefully a few kids running around which excites him more than you know.

even just the lazy days when you have been lying around all the couch the whole time, in your pyjamas can get him excited, because your cami is tight and you don’t wear a bra, and the way you eat food is attractive, and the way you drink is too, and so is the way you throw your exposed thigh over his lap when you’re getting comfortable on the couch. at any given moment when he is given the time to look at you for too long, he can imagine himself being all over you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

extreme kinks, he wouldn’t want to hurt you in any way. even if you were to suggest trying new things that are a bit more extreme, it would take a lot of convincing because he wouldn’t want the two of you to try something and then regret it. he’s open-minded, but cautious.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he gets pussy drunk so baddddd, literally dripping from the chin and back onto you when he eats it. he could go on for hours because the way that you moan out his name quite literally sounds like music to his ears. so much so that the first time he gave you head he came in his pants without you evening touching him, just from the way you were reaching out for his hair from above him, and breathing out his name. he only confessed it to you a year into your relationship in which you were so flattered you gave head just the way he likes it, which is definitely just as messy as him. he wants you to use his cum as lipgloss, and when you guide his hand into your hair. he isn’t a massive head pusher, only when you let him do it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

always slow, he doesn’t see the point of getting intimate if he isn’t able to have the whole experience. he enjoys foreplay, and wants to give you all the attention he has by going through the steps and focusing on every bit of you. even if he’s mad or frustrated he would still go slow, because he doesn’t want to take his anger out on you. instead, he likes the way the slowness calms him down and brings him back to his senses. and make-up sex after arguments would be even slower as he feels he has to relearn the little things about your body and wants to relish in the things he could’ve lost but thankfully didn’t. the only times that he would be fast would be the mornings before a flight abroad, and even though you two would have had sex the night before he just needs to do it one more time before leaving so he can remember the sensation when he is away from you. it would be quick because he doesn’t want to be late for his flight, and also because if you were to take your time he just wouldn’t leave.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not a massive fan. again, he just wouldn’t see the point when he can take his time with you, there’s no rush. although there are times when you’re together in a group setting, like on a vacation with friends and the sight of you is just so unbearably gorgeous he can’t resist pulling you into the room you share in the airbnb. and then you come out no more than ten minutes later, which is just enough time before people start to realise you’re missing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not a massive experimenter, he likes to do what you like, to an extent.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he could on for hours, and sometimes he does. on the days that you look extra good, or have managed somehow to make him jealous even though he isn’t really a jealous person. but on a day to day basis 2-3 rounds is a happy medium, because he believes everything is better in moderation.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he would never buy a toy for himself or for you, but if you were to get gifted one from one of your friends as a joke, he would probably try it at least once.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

very subtly throughout the day, maybe very small gestures like his hand on the small of your back, or caressing your shoulders when you are talking to someone. if he were to tease you seriously, it would be more privately at home like if you were to have gotten some icing on your face from a cake you were eating, and he’d kiss it off you. he prefers to be teased rather than tease someone.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not super loud. he’s for sure not screaming or anything, but he does let out some breathy moans and groans. he’s more verbal when he’s having sex, like whispering words of praise and your name constantly. i think he could also let out an occasional whimper when something just feels too good, and his deep voice would crack under your actions.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

shower sex. he’s obsessed. ever since you let him step into one of your showers and you turned around and kissed him with the warm water pouring over your heads like it was some sort of romcom he was hooked. you’re naked anyway, why not just have sex? he likes pressing you up against the glass door of the shower, and then seeing water that water that has condensed everywhere but the shape of your body. he also likes the steaminess that makes his eyesight a little hazy. it’s all very romantic and intimate to him. plus, you don’t need to get up to shower after sex because you’re already in there. even when you have regular sex in your bed, sometimes when you get up to shower it continues in there because it is all just too tempting for him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

yeah. biiiiig.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i don’t think he’s crazy by any means, he prefers simpler and more cute moments with you. don’t get me wrong though, he’s still definitely horny a lot. but he keeps it to himself most of the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after a quick wash up he’s out like a light. snoring and everything. he’s worn out completely, there’s no chance for pillow talk when he’s already under the covers and pulling you into him to sleep.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hey! I saw your writing for Miles earth 42. I was wondering if you could write what it would be like dating miles earth 42. Like some headcannons. Thank you!!

(hello! Sure I can and here ya go! Enjoy!)

Dating Earth 42 Miles Morales

I not gonna lie, he can be an ass at times

Especially when mad or annoyed or in arguments

Tries not to but is late or sometimes can't make it to daes and feels so bad

Tries to make it up to you the best he can

But other than that, he's probably the best boyfriend to have

Obviously before he was the prowler and before his canon event, he was just our Miles

After the canon, that changed but with you sometimes old peeks of that Miles bubbles up

He's protective

But in no way is possessive

You could do whatever you want and he would let you

Nobody is willing to mess with him or you because as you're doing your thing, he's nearby and watching you

If anyone looks at him and then to you, they can tell you're together

He's willing to fight if someone ever talks shit about you or makes you uncomfortable

Let's you braid his hair as long as you don't mess it up or pull on his hair too hard

He likes the feeling of sitting between your legs, his head like resting on your thigh as he just feels your hands making their way around his hair

It's a very comforting feeling and don't be surprised if he puts little pecks onto your thighs

Will not let you feel insecure, especially in like revealing or tight clothing because you just look so good

A sorta deep and sorta rough kisser at times, especially in the moment but in more soft and intimate times a slow and passionate kisser

Likes having his hands on your waist and sorta leaning you down as he kisses you, your arms around his neck and shit

Favorite place to kiss gotta be your neck and your jaw, he just has too

A hand always in your hip or on your back

Arm around your waist or around your shoulder

If you steal his clothes and he sees you for the first time in them he's gonna stare for a moment

Then just watch the smirk form as he comes up to you, kisses you and oh my Lord

Or he's hugging you from behind

Likes having his hands like roam your sides

Slips his hand onto your neck or weaves his hand into your hair, pulling you closer when you guys kiss

You can kiss him for an eternity and then some

Kissing you is like addicting to him

He always wants to make sure you're safe, and can handle yourself so he likes you to carry like a pocket knife or he taught you some shit

And if you get into fights he's obviously proud of you because you bet your ass you won

Makeouts are actually pretty common as he makes up kisses he missed

he either is hovering above you while you're on your back and kissing you

Or you're straddling him and kissing him, his lips slip down to your neck or your collar bone mind you

Or you're against a wall or he is against a wall

He likes flirting and making you flustered

He's an asshole with that shit

Calls you nicknames in Spanish or says stuff in Spanish, if you don't understand he does it even more

I feel after his dad he was more closed off, a wreck inside but wanted to be strong for his mom and you

You need to help with that and you di, you're practically his rock now who he goes to for anything, even when he doesn't want to talk

Just being around you helps him

He likes laying his head in your lap

It's just so nice and comforting to him, kiss his knuckles or play with his hands

"I love you, you know that, right?" Or "Don't worry, you got me." Is stuff he says on the daily

Hold his hand and run your hands over his knuckles and feel how relaxed he gets

He can hug you from behind, put his head on your shoulder and just stay there for god knows how long

He buys you a lot of shit to make up for what he cannot say as sometimes he can't say how much he loves and appreciates you

So he does stuff to show it

If you like cuddling he likes either having you by his side, arm wrapped around you with your head on his chest or him laying on your chest

Spoon him from behind, he loves it but will deny it entirely

Make him flustered, he'll be frozen for a minute before a real smile comes onto his face

On days where some shit is hard, either by being the Prowler he likes laying on top of you as you whisper shit into his ear

He needs stuff like that

If you got on with his mama he is not letting you go

Especially if his mom liked you because that shit is rare

Let's you steal his clothes on the daily

He sees you eyeing something when out with him, or he sees you about to buy something or have a new interest?

He's buying you it and buying you whatever you need

Go nuts, baby, he loves seeing the smile on your face

Play fights with you, likes pinning you down and just kissing you or tickling your side

He loves hearing your laugh and seeing your smile as they just calm him at the worse times

Likes sneaking away with you from anything possible

Little compliments mean so much from him, makes you feel good about yourself too

Arguments don't happen often but he doesn't yell at you when they do

He raises his voice but never yells at you

Some shit may slip, inconsiderate shit that makes him an asshole but he knows that immediately

Not the best at apologizing so give him time when he does come to apologize

Make him grovel ISTG

Nicknames from him are just so smooth and so- oh my god

Head on your boob and hand on your ass

I say no more

Will not let harm to you come no matter what as long as he breathes

He didn't plan on telling you he was the prowler for a long time

You had to find out yourself and he thought the relationship was over

He was saying over and over it was okay, he does it to protect his family and you, that he wouldn't hurt you and so on

You may need time but he understands

Always is sneaking in through your window also

If you have siblings and they meet him prepare because they now love him more than you

Babysits them with you and is now their partner in crime against you

He's so husband

[freddysglove]

slasher reactions to an s/o with nipple piercings

includes: billy lenz, herbert west, pinhead, amanda young, chucky + tiffany, candyman, and freddy krueger.

insipired by @sl4shcelebr1ty's post about this. i loved it but wanted to add my favorite slashers too :)

tw: mention of body mutilation. nsfw !!! 

billy lenz

- absolutely flabbergasted

- billy is from the 70s. and sheltered.

- PLEASE. MAKE IT COMPLETELY CLEAR. HE CANNOT YANK ON THE BARS.

- they will become the main focus of every lewd comment he sends your way

- "pretty piggy. do you want billy to hurt you too? pull on them?" while he's sitting on top of your shirtless body

- non-sexually, he just thinks it's another exciting thing that makes you unique and interesting.

herbert west

- he's seen much more drastic things in and on a human body so i can't imagine he'd be too shocked

- it would probably be a turn on for him, though, especially if he didn't expect it

- might tease you about it a little bit

- would probably make a little comment in the moment after he took your shirt off like, "oh, hmm. you could've warned me, y/n. i'll have to be careful not to chip my teeth"

pinhead

- ...

- i mean

- LMAO

- yeah i don't think they'd be too fazed

- would probably praise you a little for it since they know it was most likely very "painful" for you

- would ask you how the pain felt

- they'd definitely want to put more piercings in your body

- obviously they wouldn't want to stop there, though.

- "you like them there, why wouldn't you like them covering you, my dear? coating all of your flesh? please, wait here, allow me to gather the pins-"

amanda

- she would be both adoring and jealous

- with her line of work, she couldn't deal with the healing and the possibility of getting them snagged and ripped out by a victim when attacking them

- so she'd have to get her joy by playing with yours instead

- would probably love to tug on them just enough to where you were in pain

- "oh poor baby, did that hurt?"

- then she'd immediately do it again

chucky

- would literally go, "oh ho ho."

- he would be so excited.

- like amanda, he'd want to tug on them, but he wouldn't be nearly as gentle.

- please establish a safe word because he seriously might tear them through your nipples.

- not purposefully but just carelessly.

- naturally, your chest would be his new favorite thing

- even when you're fully dressed he'd be staring at them and smirking to himself because he knows something other people don't

tiffany

- i picture her as a soft praising dom

- she'd touch them so gently and kiss them while talking about how pretty you are

- would leave so many lipstick marks over your chest

- if you wanted more piercings she'd be so supportive

- but would want to do them herself

- yes she has no former training, and ???

- if you were adamant about getting them professionally done, she'd still come along to hold your hand

- don't be surprised if your piercers go missing after touching you though.

candyman

- would speak in poems about how beautiful they are

-youlookabsolutelyalluringmybeautifuliwanttobeonewithyou

- would show you how much he adored them by spending hours worshipping and kissing them

- there are no bounds to his love

- might wish he could get matching ones so that he could have something constantly inside his body that was a part of you as well

freddy krueger

- you'd wish you never told him

- would make so many dirty, violent jokes that you'd be nervous being too close to him

- when you finally let your guard down to be intimate with him he'd be all over your chest

- top focus

- "it's only a dream, doll. come on. let me play a little?"

- the only one who would purposefully and shamelessly rip them out of your body while fucking you

- sorry :(

[joohanisms]

Just thinking about ot6 sex positions🤭🤭 do you think Gaon would be into missionary??

i have so many thoughts.....

ot6 + sex positions 💭💫

cw: sex in general!! slight d/s dynamics

gunil

kind of a hit or miss in the sense of is that even a position

missionary is his go-to, but more often than not you're both bent like a pretzel in some position adapted to make it work

will fuck you in ANY way you'd like

also probably likes pressing your knees to your chest <3

or holding your legs open hehe

jungsu

loves pressing you into the mattress with his broad figure but

his favorite is having you on top, while he's sitting down

prime couch sex position!!!!!!! he's at a perfect height to suck at your boobs, bite your neck, slap your ass, whatever he wants

his hands caressing your back if it's more of a passionate fuck........

his hands gripping your waist if he's desperate........

jiseok

i think jiseok likes missionary! it makes him feel really close to you, he can kiss you whenever he wants, he can see your face and how good he's making you feel... he really likes it <33 it's his "basic" sex favorite

lovesss having your legs wrapped around his waist while he fucks you <3

but. i think his favorite would have to be either doggy or bending you over something

it just does something to him – you're all spread out for him, your ass is in the air, and it feels kinda... dirty? to him.

bending you over the counters, the bed, the couch, in the shower... and the way you go so willingly...

it's so easy to give your ass a slap too!! loves sseing his handprint on it :-)

plussss he's not opposed AT ALL to pulling out and cumming on your ass – i think he'd be into anal, so if his cum lands on your asshole it's a little treat for both of you! he gets to swipe a finger or his tongue on your hole and you get weak knees

seungmin

you know how he's usually dommy, right? all macho man, be it soft or rough sex

can you imagine how he felt when you fucked in the amazon position...

his hands are hiding his bright red face, his breath is shuddery, his legs are in the air, and he's so. so embarassed by how much he likes being fucked "like a girl".

it's not his favorite position, though! it's just a little highlight <3

loves having you lay down on your stomach, flat on the bed, and fucking you stupid while pressing you down into the mattress

thinks the muffled moans are sooooo hot

also, as we've discussed before, he's long – and apparently laying flat on your stomach with your legs closed is very pleasurable for men with long cocks soooo yeah he's into it

hyeongjun

loves anything you might give him tbh. casual day-to-day sex is whatever position is more convenient

but has a soft spot for spooning sex/cuddlefucks

he feels so close to you, the sex is so intimate, he really loves it. especially when you're facing each other and your leg is over his hip, his cock is nestled inside you and you're rutting into each other, the kisses so sloppy you can feel drool down your cheek

kind of guy to just slip his hand into your underwear while you're spooning and it escalates SO QUICK

next thing you know you're naked from the waist down, he's holding a titty in his big hand while the other one is guiding his cock inside you

(a really big fan of late night/early morning fucks – maybe even a post-nap mid afternoon fuck) (as i've said before, he loves fingering you while you're on/across his lap!! but that's a foreplay position according to him)

jooyeon

this is a no brainer. cowgirl, obviously

looovvveeess having you on top, bouncing on his lap. he can be seated, laying down, whatever. as long as he can watch your tits, he's fine.

enjoys that you're making him feel good, you're making yourself feel good, and he's making you feel good. the focus is not necessarily on anyone, unless you both want it to be. it's easy, in his eyes.

on the rare occasion he's on top, it's about to be some gentle sex – the focus is on you and he's making it count!!

[whispers] he's a munch, right. ask him to eat you out while you do something else – work, gaming, studying, watching tv... just get him on his knees and he'll be hard in 30 seconds max

will eat you out in any position provided but being on his knees makes him feel a little helpless, and if you're acting like he's not the main event... he'll be a brat and try to get your attention on him <3

[milkistay]

this, for now — bc

synopsis. after 12 years, you reunite with your childhood best friend, chan, who comes back home from his idol life in korea.

pairing. childhoodfriend!chan x gn!reader

format. imagine

word count. 1.5k

a/n. this could also be seen as platonic...i believe. there’s nothing explicitly romantic, just two very close old friends yearning for each other. kind of bittersweet, too. 

"do you remember when we'd go here after school?" 

it’s maybe a few minutes before sunset and you’re walking around your old childhood neighborhood with someone you never thought would see again this soon: chan, your old childhood friend. the streets are painted a strange tone of nostalgia; it’s like you’re walking through hazy memories, dream-like and familiar. sometimes, you’ll spot a house or a street corner that sends you back to your 13-year-old self so strongly, you feel as if you’ve shifted to the past. but then, you look to your left and you see chan, who has so obviously grown up, and you remember all the time that has passed.

he’s grown taller, of course, with broader shoulders and bigger arms. he’s lost most of his baby fat in his face—his jawline is much more apparent, as are all of the sharp angles in his features. you can almost barely recognize him. almost, because you don’t think you could ever forget the little things in chan’s appearance that make him who he is. he smiles and there's something about it that makes you ache—there’s your old best friend again, happy and smiley.

.

.

chan’s pointing to a convenience store up ahead when he asks his question. the storefront hasn't changed a bit——still displaying its ice cream cooler next to the front entrance, its 3-for-1 cough drop deal, and its blue and yellow ATM. you could find your way through the aisles in your sleep, despite the 12 years that have passed since the last time you and chan slipped in, exhausted after a long school day, and left with candy and soft drinks. sometimes, you'd spend the afternoon at the nearby park, the sun on your face and the grass under your thighs as you complained about your teachers and took turns trying to catch m&m's in your mouths. other times, you'd head straight to chan's house and play games in his living room, even staying for dinner. 

"of course, i remember," you tell him. “it hasn’t been that long.”

maybe 12 years isn’t that long. maybe it is. it feels long, that you know for sure. 

in those past 12 years, you've watched chan move to seoul and follow his dream of becoming an idol, growing more talented and more mature with each comeback photo and video that pops up on your social media. in between your busy days, you could only catch glimpses of his rapidly-evolving career and his sudden rise to stardom. with each stray kids photo you saw, the chan you knew so intimately appeared to turn more and more into a stranger. the boy from your childhood grew into a man and you weren't even there to see it.

but he returns to australia after all these years and he smiles at you and suddenly, he's the same 13-year-old who swore, pinky interlocked with yours, that he'd never stop being your best friend. he was chris again. 

and you tried. of course, you tried to keep in touch. he cried in your arms before he left for the airport and promised to call you every day. but being a trainee was busy and being an idol was busier and you had to grow up and move to college and find your own future too, so, after a while, his daily calls became weekly, then monthly, then a rarity. you learned more about his life through stray kids youtube videos than you did through his own words. and you were so happy for him, of course. but you missed him so fucking much. 

“do you remember all of our sleepovers?” you ask, praying he does. 

please remember us. please remember me. please tell me i still have a place in your life. 

he doesn’t even take a moment to think: “yes, yes i do.” he’s grinning now. “we’d basically live out of each other’s houses for a week, just: school, your house, games, dinner, sleep, wake up, school, my house, listen to music, dinner, sleep. god, that was fun.”

“remember hannah would always say—”

“that you were basically her other sibling?” chan finishes with a laugh. “yeah, i think she saw you and me together more than she saw just me alone sometimes.”

you laugh with him. “she said she couldn’t imagine anything pulling us apart.”

“yeah,” chan concedes. “i couldn’t imagine anything either.”

the both of you fall into a sudden silence that’s tinted with an awkwardness that would’ve never existed when you were both 13 and inseparable. it’s a silence of grief, mourning the past determination to stay best friends forever and never leave each other’s sides. during those sleepovers, you’d brainstorm the rest of your lives together—how you’d live in the same dorm in college, then get an apartment together, adopt a dog, and grow up side-by-side. 

was it foolish that you believed in it? was it always just wishful thinking? over those years spent apart, you’d ponder what could’ve been—what your life would look like if chan never moved. it was always bittersweet and you found yourself longing too much so you decided to stop. there’s no point in thinking about what could’ve been—it isn’t, so just focus on what is. and ‘what is’ is a life where chan lives across the ocean and you’re creating your own separate worlds. the too-harsh reality.

"god, you have no idea how much i missed this," chan admits with a sigh, looking up to the sky that was slowly turning shades of pink and orange. 

you offer a chuckle. “yeah, it’s nice to be home, i guess.”

"no, no," he begins. "well, yes—i missed my family like crazy, like you wouldn’t believe—but i’m talking about this." he gestures to the both of you. "us. i missed us."

"oh.” somehow, you weren’t expecting that. “well, someone moved away," you say with feigned accusation. 

he lets out a laugh. "i did, didn't i?” he thinks for a moment. “i don't regret it. i love my boys, i love our fans, i love what we're doing. i just…i miss you,” he says, plain and simple. “and i wish there was some way that i could've had it all. you're the one thing that's missing from my life.”

during the times you pondered what could’ve been, you always came to the conclusion that you were the only one thinking about it, that chan had forgotten you. it hurt a bit, but you thought it was the best way to see it if you wanted to move on from the past. 

but this—you're the one thing that's missing from my life. fuck. you didn’t even realize how much you had been aching to hear that chan still thinks about you. fuck, how can you move on?

"i wish you could've had it all, too. i miss you. so fucking much.”

he sighs. "and there's no way for you to somehow have the urge to relocate to seoul?"

you laugh. "i want to, believe me when i say that. but..."

he nods. "but."

"i have a life, too, you know. a job. friends. i can't just leave."

"i know, i know. i just—"

"me too." you offer a sad smile. "me too."

the sky turns pinker as the sun sets. the neighborhood grows dimmer. 

“so what now?” chan asks.

“what do you mean?”

“i miss you, you miss me, what are we supposed to do now?”

“is there anything we can do?” from the way his expression falls, you can tell he was hoping for a more optimistic answer. “we’ve spent so long cultivating these lives exclusive of each other, is there any way to weave one another into them?”

“you could move to seoul…”

“i can’t.”

“i could move back—”

“you won’t.”

“i could—”

“no, you couldn’t. and you won’t. i know you won’t and you know i won’t let you.”

“i know.” he sighs. “i know.”

“i think this is all we can have.”

“this?”

“this—you and me, coincidentally back home at the same time for a few days, reminiscing for a bit, then parting ways again.”

he nods, reluctantly agreeing because it’s true, as unfortunate as it is. “for now,” he adds optimistically. “maybe, one day, we can figure it out.”

“maybe,” you say, not thinking you’d believe it. but as you say it, maybe foolishly, you find a little hope. 

“i’ll take it. i’ll take what i can have. i’ll have this, for now.”

he offers a smile and who are you to not give him one back?

[glossysoap]

how’s about we take a little visit to the boys’ pov in chapter 11?

Stop you’re gonna kill me?! I’m already so excited!!! I feel for the boys 😪 the universe really threw a curveball at them that they didn’t deserve, but I just wanna scoop up all the angst you’re serving and eat it for breakfast, it’s so good omg I can see ghost and soap growing a bit of animosity for each other for not telling reader how they feel?! And reader doesn’t even remember them now?!?! asdfghjkl I’m so sorry, I’m just so stupid for your blorbos and this hellhole world you created

I need rtc like it’s my lifeline cause I canNOT wait for ghost and soap to reunite with reader and the three of them to learn to love each other!? UGH I can taste it but I live for everything in between cause it wouldn’t taste as good without the buildup, I need it to hurt 😩

I’m biting my knuckles just thinking about how huge the boys’ regret is for not confessing sooner or being more intimate with them!? And reader relearning their love for the boys???

I’m sorry Im passing away cause my heart can’t contain the possibilities anymore, this is all your fault (affectionate)

-🌻

missed chances

ghoap (for the sake of convenience, that’s what i’ll be referring to them as when i’m talking about ghost and soap) growing a bit of resentment and animosity towards each other, even despite their best efforts, for not telling you how they felt has LITERALLY BEEN MARINATING AND HATCHING IN MY BRAIN FOR SO LONG. SO SO LONG.

because just think about it. the only reason you were so so eager to leave the task force that day and go onto that helicopter was because you felt so.. out of place with ghoap.

with all of their touches and kind words and intense gazes. all of those things that, in your eyes, were reserved for ghost and soap. in your eyes, you were an intruder. someone taking up space.

and why would they need you, anyway? they surely don’t. they’re both pillars of love and strength and willpower — they can do just fine without you. without some third wheel best friend always trailing behind them.

and furthermore, why would they want you? in your eyes, there’s just no way. no way that they meant all of those longing glances or bear hugs. all of those forehead kisses and pet names. they were just being nice. you were the most skilled medic and you always treated them impeccably, no matter how challenging their ailments were — so of course they would be nice to you.

so, in your mind, on that day you were captured, you were tired of being lured in by those intense gazes and warm touches. you were tired of being flustered over their close proximity and feeling your heart pound in your chest. you were tired of having these feelings that would so obviously never be returned.

in that moment, when you had an emergent patient, you saw an opportunity to leave the nerves behind and get back into your element. an opportunity to escape the affection that made you feel all warm and fuzzy, and completely stupid all at the same time.

and the boys could see how relieved you were when a patient had arrived, by the sigh you let out and how quick you were to pass them off to your assistant. thoughts ran through their mind, none of them good. most of them always led back to one - they were scaring you away.

you were getting overwhelmed with all of the attention and affection, especially since you didn’t know about their feelings yet.

so they told themselves that they would tell you first thing once they touched down back at the base. they would head straight to your quarters and sit you down, each of them holding one of your warm, soft hands. they would talk in hushed, soft voices and gaze at you with adoration as they would confess to you. they would tell you how you make their hearts race and their minds muddle into mush when they see you. they would tell you how they look for you in every room they enter. they would tell you how they love you, how they’re in love with you.

at least, that’s what they were going to do. before they returned to find your room empty and you nowhere to be found. before the task force had to watch the footage of you being captured on that helicopter.

now, when you ambush them later on that highway, all brainwashed — that just makes it worse.

it was one thing for them to think of you as being dead for so long, but it’s a whole ‘nother thing for them to find out that you were tortured (still being tortured), your arm was amputated and you were brainwashed. turned into a killing machine.

so, not only did they blame themselves for you “dying,” but now? now they blamed themselves for you having to endure a fate worse than death.

and when you said, “who the hell is y/n?” oh, lord. any progress that they had made with grieving? all of the healing? it was all torn away the very second you were revealed to be alive and that your memories were erased.

i cant wait for them to reunite either!!! we’re on the same wavelength!!! but YES OMG THE BUILDUP ALONG THE WAY IS WHAT MAKES IT EVEN BETTER

and don’t you worry because you’ll be gettin FED with the buildup!! the boys yearning for you now that they know you’re alive??? check. the boys searching for you everywhere they go? check. you dreaming of little flashes of them? dreaming of soaps cerulean eyes? dreaming of ghosts gentle touches? check. check check checkkkkkkkk

omg they have SO many regrets. SO MANY. remember in chapter 2 i believe, where ghost and soap were thinking about how they would confess to you? and ghost was worried about scaring you off? and how he said they shouldn’t just kiss you out of the blue?

yeah all of that sounds laughable now. they WISH they would’ve just pulled you close to them and held your face with their big hands and pressed their lips to yours. they wished they could’ve felt how smooth your lips were and how soft they were. just like everything else about you, you were soft and fragile in contrast to their rough and callousness. they wish they could’ve tasted you and heard you gasp as they slipped their tongue in your mouth.

they wished that they had hugged you even more. they wished that they had kissed your forehead more. they wished that more than anything, they had pulled you aside and just told you how they felt. they wished they could have made sure you knew how deep their feelings for you ran, that they were anything but just surface level friendliness. they wish they could’ve made you believe that.

because if you had known that they were in love with you, and not in the way that “just friends” are, then you would’ve wanted to stay. you would’ve waited for them to be patched up before you went to see that patient. they could’ve accompanied you to see that patient, and then maybe, just maybe, the redhead’s cover would’ve been blown. and you wouldn’t have been taken.

now. when it comes to you relearning your love for the boys? whewww,, it’ll take some time. because once you come back to the 141 base, you’re still carryin a shit ton of trauma and trust issues. you’re also still battling amnesia and working through all of the brainwashing that HYDRA put you through.. but! at least the 141 knows that you’re safe!

(physically at least lol not safe in your own mind but 🤷🏻‍♀️)

if you’ve read some of my earlier rtc snippets, then you’ll know that when you come back, you don’t wanna stay in your old room. because you don’t feel like it’s yours anymore. it’s like you’re an imposter, impersonating someone that doesn’t even exist anymore. so you take up an empty room and sleep on some twin size cot, and you don’t use a blanket or pillow — because HYDRA never gave you any. that’s all you can remember.

you’re always wary of the 141, until you remember everything. but that takes some time.

with that time, comes plenty of angst. plenty of jealousy, believe it or not. plenty of yearning. plenty of pining.

©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

apple pie (b.r.b.)

a/n: this is for @gretagerwigsmuse who has put up with months of voice messages and screenshots and bursts of inspirations and always entertains every idea i ever have (also this is most definitely not a return to tumblr please don't be mistaken)

summary: Bradley and Sunshine take a road trip to Julian as they learn each more intimately.

flight risk masterlist

warnings: kylie wrote fluff who is she, swearing, a touch of angst, inspired by lizzy mcalpine's "apple pie"

word count: 3.7k

“Got a hot date you gotta run out here for?” Hangman asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. 

He shuts his locker as he smiles, picking his bag up from the bench. “’Course I do, Bagman. My girl gets in tonight, remember?” 

Hangman nods, coming to stand next him, a grin on his face. “How could anybody forget? It’s all you’ve talked about all week.” 

He nudges Hangman before stepping over the bench. “Got to run and pick her up from the airport if we’re gonna get on the road at a decent hour.” 

“Have a good weekend, Rooster.” Bob says, patting him on the shoulder as he heads towards the doors.

“Tell Sunshine I said hi!″ Fanboy calls after him. 

-

“How do you always look so good, even at an airport?” You say with a sigh, coming to a stop next to Bradley and the Bronco. 

His head whips towards you, a grin spreading across his face. “Sunshine.” He lets out in a rushed breath, arms already reaching out for you. You allow him to tug you into a tight embrace, arms wrapping around his broad figure as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. 

You lose track of how long you stand there, tucked into his embrace and relishing in the comfort it brings until a horn honks, reminding you of where you are. 

“Missed you Sunshine.” He mutters, voice muffled. “So fucking much.” 

You squeeze him before letting your arms drop. “Missed you too, B.” 

He presses a soft kiss to your collarbone before pulling back, a shy smile on his face. “I love you Sunshine.” 

Your smile grows. “I love you.” You say, standing up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “You wanna get going?” 

He nods, grabbing your suitcase. “Yeah, let’s get on the road, my love.” 

-

In a rare moment of Southern California weather, it starts to rain as the two of you drive up the windy road towards the small town. Bradley’s hand is on your thigh as he drives, you watching the passing forestry. 

“There’s a Girl Scout camp up here.” 

You hum, pulling your eyes from the greenery to the brunette next to you “Yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah, there’s actually two. Think one is called like Camp Whispering Oaks and the other is Winaka or something? Not sure. I was a Boy Scout, so obviously I wouldn’t know.” 

You laugh. “How could I ever forget that about you?” 

He squeezes your thigh, as he grins. “I just remember ‘cause the area up here and around the camps was damaged pretty bad from some wildfires when I was a teenager.” 

You sigh, looking back out the window. “Did you come out here a lot?” 

He gives a half-shrug as you look out at the trees, covered in the mountain gloom. “Kind of. You can see the stars so clearly out here, so Mom and I would camp out here when I was little. I was always so mesmerized.” 

“Must be nice to get away from all the hustle and bustle of a city life.”

He hums, turning on his blinker to turn despite the fact that there’s no one around. “Yeah, I wanted us to be able to get away from all of it. Away from work, from other people...” He trails off, like he’s suddenly doubting himself. “Not that I think you don’t like my friends, I just figured it be nice to-”

“-to have some alone time away from prying eyes?” You tease, picking up Bradley’s hand from your thigh, intertwining your fingers. 

He squeezes your hand. “Something like that.” He’s silent for a moment as he glances down at the directions on his phone. “Okay, we should be getting close.” 

He makes another turn down a long driveway, the gravel making the ride bumpy as the two of you drive up. 

“Okay, this is it.” He says, bringing the car to a stop and cutting the ignition. You lean forward, seatbelt still on as you take in the small house. It’s a small, two-story building surrounded by forest. You can see a wood swing in the back and suspect there’s probably a really cute patio out back. 

It feels rustic, it feels cute, it feels homey. 

“Bradley, this is so darling.” You whisper. 

He clicks the button on your seatbelt before pulling his door open. “Let’s go inside then, shall we?” 

Bradley grabs your hand as you run up the driveway together, laughing freely. He unlocks the front door as you step in, taking in the small main floor. The kitchen isn’t all that big, but seems fully functional. The living room matches everything else in its rustic feel and the bedrooms are small but cozy. You’re pleased to see that there is in fact a deck that overlooks the wilderness. You could see yourself living in a place like this, far removed from the stresses and worries of daily life. 

You’re sitting on the deck, looking out at everything around the cabin, when Bradley slips out after putting your bags in one of the bedrooms. 

“Enjoying the view?” 

You turn your head slightly, nodding. “Kind of reminds me of the camping trip we took in college.” 

He sighs, sitting down behind you on the bench you’re perched on, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other resting on the edge of the deck wall. “But better this time right?”

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “Obviously. It’s way prettier up here and it’s just the two of us this time.” You say, leaning back against his chest. He hums, hand moving down to your thigh to rub circles into the skin. 

“I’m glad you’re here with me, Sunshine.” 

You smile, settling in. 

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” 

-

To be fair, you’d tried to stay present and in the moment the rest of the evening with Bradley. He’d cooked for you, and played card games with you, and the two of you had been wrapped up together all night, but still the feelings remained. 

The fear that you hadn’t been wanted on that camping trip at UVA, the embarrassment and hurt that had bubbled up after overhearing Bradley say she’s really just Tommy’s friend had lingered. It had lingered all these years. It stayed underneath the surface even as you tried to force it away. 

"Can I admit something about the camping trip? The one we took at UVA?”

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can ever really help it. 

Bradley hums, nuzzling his face closer into your neck. His mustache tickles your neck as he pulls you close, hands finding purchase on your hips. “Sure Sunshine.” 

You hesitate, swallowing. “I heard you. That last night, you and Eli, when you were talking about me.” 

“What’re you-” He begins to ask, probably recalling the memories tucked away of that trip but then he freezes, signaling to you that he remembers. “Sunshine.” 

You shrug as he pulls his head up to look at you. “I just- I don’t know why I’m telling you that, I just-” 

He shakes his head, rolling over in the bed and taking you with him. “Sunshine.” He says firmly, forcing you to meet his gaze from where you had previously been staring at his chest. “I- Fuck Sunshine.” 

You swallow, looking away from him again. “I wasn’t supposed to hear that, I know.” 

His hands slip underneath your shirt once more, thumbs rubbing small circles. The action soothes you, reassuring you that even though he might not have liked you then, he was with you now. 

“Sunshine, I- I was being defensive. It was an asshole thing to say, and it wasn't even true to begin with.”

You shrug again. “You can admit that you didn’t like me back then. I was kind of annoying and I know the whole trip was kind of a set-up anyways.” 

He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Sunshine, you told me that we were all better because you knew me. But the truth was that we were all better for knowing you. You were such an amazing person and it... scared me. Scared me shitless.”

He moves one of his hands to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as you shake your head. “How-”

He swallows, giving you a painful smile. “When Mom died, Maverick was all I had. Even before then, he was the closest thing I had to a Dad, and he was that for me in every sense of the word. To find out just a couple days before starting at UVA that he pulled my Naval Academy application, and with it all my dreams-” He takes a shuddering breath. “It felt like a betrayal in all the worst ways. It felt like a confirmation that I would never be able to follow my dreams, that I wasn’t good enough to get them in the first place.” 

One of your hands reaches up to trace over a scar on his cheekbone. “Bradley.” You whisper, unsure of what to say to comfort him, knowing there was more he wanted to say. 

In all the years you’d known Bradley, in all the time you’d spent with him, he very rarely spoke of the hurt Maverick had caused by pulling his papers. But you’d known. Even though you saw Bradley for who he was at his core, the kind and charismatic human being who’d do anything for his friends, you’d seen the person the anger and hurt had transformed him into being. You knew there were reasons he thrived with the kind of human being Eli was as a friend, why Bradley had the same friends for four years and never got any new ones. 

Bradley hadn’t always been the being that enraptured people so wholly as he did now. 

You knew that and you knew that the loss of his family had done that to him. 

“I told you that who we were as kids weren’t people who would’ve built a long-lasting relationship. I told you I was too angry to trust anyone.” You nod, recalling the words from the night that everything had changed between the two of you. “However, what I didn’t tell you was that I was also too scared to trust anyone. Eli was ride-or-die for me, but even that friendship didn’t happen overnight. I never dated anyone at UVA, knowing I couldn’t throw a relationship into the midst of everything I was feeling. But even though you were everything I’d ever wanted, even back then, if you had come to me and told me how you felt- I don’t think I would’ve believed you. I don’t think I would’ve allowed myself to think I deserved someone as good as you.” 

Your breath catches in your throat at the thought that Bradley Bradshaw, one of the best people you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing, would’ve thought he wasn’t good enough for you.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said that night to him. I got defensive, being confronted with the thought that you might feel like more than friends, knowing that I couldn't give you what you wanted. I was so busy trying to convince myself I didn’t feel the same way, I never allowed myself to see the love you were so freely trying to give me.” 

You swallow, unsure of what to say to him, knowing how vulnerable he’s being with you.

“They all knew how I felt about you before I did. They wanted us to go after what each of us believed we didn’t deserve.” He sighs, intertwining your fingers. “And for better or worse, I’m glad we decided we deserved each other.” 

“Me too.” You admit softly. 

He nods, giving you a soft smile as he brings you back to his chest.

-

You can hear the car turn on the wet gravel as you pull up to the small shop, an orange glow lighting up the rain-streaked windows. “Here we are. Ready to brave the rain?” 

Bradley rounds the car as you climb out, taking your hand. The two of you make a run for it across the parking lot, to little avail, getting pelted by the cold water as the two of you reach the front steps of the home that’s been converted into a shop. He holds the door open for you, the bell jingling. “After you, Mrs. Bradshaw.” He says, with a teasing smile, nudging you through the door. You have no time to process what he’s just said to you as an older woman comes from around the corner, beaming at the two of you. 

“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw, we are so glad the two of you could make your reservation despite the rain!” 

You swallow, feeling your cheeks warm, as Bradley grins. “Of course, Mrs. Peters, we were just so excited.” 

She waves him off. “Call me Donna, dear. The weather has meant our shop is a bit empty today, so you and your wife can have the best table in the house.” She shows the two of you to a cozy booth, near the fireplace, which is currently emitting a much welcome warmth from the bitter cold outside. 

“Here’s our list of pastries. Please let me know when you’re ready and I’ll be happy to get you your tea.” 

Bradley settles in the booth with his hand on your thigh, eyes flitting over the small list the woman had given him as you stare at him with wide eyes. 

If your brain hadn’t been a live depiction of a loading screen, you would have appreciated the warmth of the small tea place Bradley had found, the way it felt homey and cozy and full of love. You would’ve appreciated the flowery smell, the soothing pitter patter of rain, the way the decor had clearly been so carefully picked and designed with love and passion at its core. 

Unfortunately, you had other things on your mind. 

“Bradley.” You hiss. 

He doesn’t look up from the menu. “I hear their apple scones are good, apples picked fresh from a farm not too far from here. Apparently Donna’s daughter bakes the pies from the shop down the road, so they’ve got some here for- what?” Bradley asks, blinking. “Oh, Donna inferred when I made the reservation that we were married and well- she technically isn't wrong, so-” He cuts himself off, a nervous smile on his face. “What, hate being called Mrs. Bradshaw?” 

“No.” You’re quick to correct him, shaking your head. It was definitely not the first time a stranger had mistaken you as Bradley’s wife, dating back to even early on in your agreement with him. “No, I don’t hate it at all. I’ve just never heard it come from you.” 

Bradley blushes, turning away from you as he shrugs. “Dunno, just wanted to try it out.” He mutters. 

“Bradley Bradshaw, are you blushing on me?” You ask, warmth spreading over your face as you scoot closer to him. “And here I thought you were such a charmer.”

“Pick your pastry, woman.” He says, but his voice wobbles. You press a quick kiss to his cheek, tucking yourself into his side. 

“The apple pie is just fine.” 

-

“Donna?” 

The woman hums as she sets down another kettle of tea on the table. “Yes dear?” 

“Do you think I could play the piano?” 

She hums, brushing off her apron. “Absolutely. I certainly would love some live music.” 

Bradley smiles before sliding out of the booth and walking over to the grand piano sitting in the corner. He plays a few keys before looking back to you. You laugh, standing up. 

“Didn’t realize you wanted me to join you.” 

He huffs, giving you a smile. “If I want to serenade my girl, I kinda need her here to do so.” You shake your head as you slide down on to the bench next to him. 

“And what are you playing for me today my love?” 

He hums, testing out a few more keys. “Just wait.” 

The unmistakable keys of George Ezra begin in the room, as Bradley’s deep voice begins to sing along. 

Well, goodness gracious, what a time

I found the sweetest human being alive

You glance at him as he plays, your heart fluttering as he plays the keys. 

Maybe we already met once before

Another time, late night

Same kids in a different life

You’d told him once, how much you loved this song. How much you wanted to dance to the love of your life to this song, and it felt so sweet and full of love. 

And he had learned it for you. 

I’ll hold you and I’ll be home

And I’ll know I found the sweetest human being alive

A few moments of silence pass after he finishes before he chances a glance at you. “I found the sweetest human being alive.” 

“I can’t believe you learned that song for me. And you’ve been holding out on me this whole time that you knew it.” 

He smiles before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Was saving it for a special moment.” 

-

Your phone dings next to you on the bench as Bradley hums, mindlessly playing a few keys. It’s from a number you don’t recognize, piquing your interest as you skim the message. 

“Holy shit.” You mutter, pushing yourself off of Bradley’s side as you unlock your phone. 

“What?” Bradley asks, glancing down at the device. 

“Listen to this.” 

Hey girl, it’s Madison. Bailey gave me your number. We’re all at Tommy’s and going through his basement. Found some pictures of you and Bradley from the disposable camera we took on the camping trip I forgot to pass along to you. 

Here they are. If you want the hard copies, which I’m more than happy to send to you, would you let me know a good address to mail them to? 

Miss you and hope you and Bradley are both doing well.

You read to him, glancing up at him. 

“Pull the pictures up, I wanna see.” 

You do, clicking on the icon. You swipe through, wondering how you had never seen these before. 

You pause, looking at one from the second night the two of you had been there. Madison had dug out a copy of Monopoly from one of the cabinets, and while your friends took it as an opportunity to turn it into a drinking game, you and Bradley had taken it seriously, getting a wee bit too competitive for your inebriated friends. 

And there’s nothing special about the photo except for the way you and Bradley are looking at each other, like nothing else in the world mattered except each other. At that moment, nothing probably did. 

“Even then...” He whispers from behind you. “They always said that even then, I looked at you like you were my whole world. I’ve never really believed it until now but...” He trails off. 

“Even then.” You whisper. “Even then, we were everything to each other.” 

“Guess so, Sunshine.” He murmurs. 

He presses a quick kiss to your cheek, before squeezing your thigh once, and resuming his mindless playing from before. You sigh, locking the phone shut as you tuck your head back into his shoulder, enjoying the warmth spreading over you. 

-

“Why are we parking in the cell phone lot?” You ask as Bradley pulls into a spot. He cuts the ignition before pulling off his seatbelt and turning to you. 

“Because, Sunshine.” He says, with a sigh, resting his forearm on the center console. “I’m really going to miss you.” You watch Adam's apple bob as his eyes flicker down to your lips. “And I want to take my time saying goodbye to my girl.” 

“I’m really going miss you too.” You whisper, before pulling your seatbelt off. You give him a soft smile before cupping his cheek, but stopping just short of where he wants you. “Are you going walk me to security like a gentleman?” 

He returns your smile. “Haven’t I always?” 

The kiss he gives you is soft and sweet and full of love. It’s everything you could ever want from a kiss and it’s bittersweet, knowing how long you’ll have to go without it. 

“I’m really gonna miss you, B.” You mutter against his lips and he sighs, pulling away to rest his nose against your cheek. 

“I know, Sunshine, I know.” He peeks up at you, hazel eyes shining through his lashes. “Promise you’ll visit soon, Sunshine?” 

You give him a sad smile. “You’ll barely even have time to miss me, Bradshaw.” 

He huffs, pulling away from you. “I highly doubt that, I always miss you.” 

A giggle bubbles up out of you, although neither of you can deny the wetness of your eyes. “Oh, you always miss me, huh?” 

“You’re the person I want to do everything with, Sunshine. Of course I do.” Bradley hardly lets you feel the weight of his words as he pulls his door open. “C’mon, don’t want you missing your flight.” 

Bradley doesn’t let go of your hand as the two of you walk into the ever bustling San Diego airport. He goes with you to drop your checked bag off, the Delta employee smiling at the two of you through the whole interaction. After making the short walk to where security begins, Bradley sighs, tugging you to the side. You instinctively wrap your arms around Bradley, knowing what’s coming. His hug is just as tight as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Please don’t cry Sunshine.” He whispers as you pull away. You rub your eyes as you pull away. 

“I’m trying really hard not to. You’d think by now, this would get easier.” 

He frowns, brushing some hair out of your face. “It’s just as hard for me, Sunshine. I’m serious that I want you around all the time.” He presses another kiss to the top of your head. “C’mon, as much as I’d love to keep you here, you have to make your flight and get back to Boston.” 

You swallow around the lump growing in your throat as you let him go, stepping back into go down to security. You wave to him, blinking back tears before you lose sight of him, entering the nonstop chaos of TSA. You blink hard, willing yourself not to cry as you hand the woman your passport, realizing how much you want this to be the last time the two of you say goodbye like this. 

[supervillain-smut]

You should do a Ruben/Ruvik fanfic or headcanons about what dating him would be like, also about being intimate together >///.///< Like what his turn ons would be, favorite body part of his SO, and stuff along those lines 🙌🏻

I can't believe I haven't written Ruben headcanons yet... either that or my own tags lied to me. It's Tumblr, there's like a 50/50 chance. Anyways!

SFW Dating hcs:

Unfortunately the only way you're getting to date Ruben Victoriano is if you knew him at a specific point in time; once he's working at Beacon/for Mobius he has 0 interest in anyone around him no matter the... pleasurable qualities.

You'd have to know him from childhood. Maybe your parents knew each other and you had play dates before the accident?

Regardless, dating him comes with many downs and not a lot of ups; you'd have to really understand him, his emotions, his mental state; he'd be very obviously torn in his affections.

On the one hand, Laura. His world, his entire reason for living and creating STEM... on the other, there's you, staying by his side, understanding, helping any way you can, keeping secrets, not attempting to pull him away or discourage him from his work, dealing with the seizures, the outbursts, the accidental hurtful words, the violence and sadism...

You know you're sharing his love with someone that isn't even on this earth anymore. You can't deny it, try as hard as you'd like, he makes it painfully obvious, so find comfort in the fact he's choosing to share his love at all.

But in the lighter side of things, he's attentive. To things you like, say, feel. He's noticeably softer with you then he is with anyone else. He cuts out time for you, and does his best to ensure you don't feel neglected.

Soft touches, spending time curled up watching a movie under a hundred blankets; he knows he's difficult, and he praises you for all that you do when he gets the chance.

He doesn't miss a thing that you do for him. Not one, even if he doesn't bring it up immediately. You'll have cleaned the house early in the morning, and he'll pass by you occasionally as you do so without a word. You'll be having dinner that night and out of the silence... "The house looks amazing. It'd fall apart to ruins with just me living here. Thank you for that. I appreciate it greatly." He'd hold eye contact with you to make sure it all sank in and that he's saying it directly to you, not just staring down at his food and making a passing comment about it, his eyes soft with a small smile on his lips.

NSFW 18+ only beyond this point

Ruben despises how little mobility his burns give him, but god he just can't lie to himself that you don't look fucking incredible riding him like this.

Ruben isn't very vocal, but his hands wander frequently, grasping at you like you'd dissappear if he let go.

He likes to pleasure you, likes studying your reactions to stimulation in different areas; are your breasts more sensitive then your clit? When he finds that spot inside you and curls his fingers into it, how much louder do you get? Will you arch your back off of the bed? What if he adds his mouth? Do your hands clench the sheets impossibly tighter?

Similarly, he's curious about the things you manage to do to him; those eyes, it turns him on so badly when they're so obviously needy, dilated with lust only for him, he can never say no to those eyes. So he diverts them in an attempt to resist. But then your hands, your hands wander his torso, the affection always welcome, but when they're driven by your need, they feel so much warmer; they search.

Oh, and when you palm him through his pants, he can't help but buck into your touch. When your mouth kisses along his neck, he can't help but sigh. You're always so careful and conscious of his burns, so delicate. He gets hard sometimes just thinking about it.

His favorite thing is when you suck him off and you decide to focus your efforts on just his sensitive tip; he never can hold himself back for long, no matter how hard he tries. He loves how obedient you are to him, but those moments when you take control are everything to him; you're not afraid of him, you're just choosing to listen.

Your independence is the most attractive quality, he loves how he has to work to keep you, to satisfy you. So many people let him walk all over them, but not you. You push back, and he loves it. Likes to rile you up on purpose just to bring you back down. Or, even better, simply bend you over a table and get both of your aggression out that way.

[mountttmase]

Ok, this is set on last Sunday (so come back day)

Ok so you met through mutual friends, and immediately clicked with each other.

And like once you all ho out together for someone's birthday and you and Mason end up going at his and having sex.

This starts a sort of friends with benefits situation, no feelings involved cause neither of you had this big interest in the other in the beginning.

Let's say after his injury, in December, you started seeing him more and you slowly became more friendly and intimate with each other like talking a lot and sharing your emotions, fears and everything.

But when his injury starts to become longer and longer and longer he slowly starts to distance himself and rarely calls or texts you and this hurts you a lot caus eyou obviously started to grow feelins towards him.

It's today, he is finally back in the team and he is obviously happy and serene again so his first thought is I need to go and see y/n.

So he comes at yours and you're surprised and hopeful, so you let him in. He kisses you without talking and you don't have the strength to stop him cause you have missed him so the two of you have sex on the sofa, cause you didn't want him to be in your room if this wasn't going to end like you wanted.

Once you're done he starts talking to you about the game like nothing had happened in the last weeks, so you snap out of your "trance" and become so cold with him telling him its better if he leaves but he stops you so you tell him that you won't let him play with you and your feelings again so you want him to leave.

He is taken aback cause but when he sees you cry he kinda puts everything together and is like "I fucked this up" so he tells you that he is sorry and that he didn't mean to hurt you, that he missed you in the past weeks but in his brain this was the only solution caus ehe didn't want to hurt you while he wasn’t in his best mental state.

You let him talk, and after you decide to try and give it a go cause you obviously care and like each other more than just friends with benefits 😌

SORRY I LOST THIS

Honestly if this actually happened idk how I would cope cause I’d wanna be there for him even though it’s not like you were together there’s still something there

And that feeling of him just picking you up and dropping you when he feels like would KILL me cause I can see his face all excited to talk to you but you’re so upset and it hurts him to know it was his fault but he’d be so soft and apologetic and all the little kisses I can’t 😭

[goddess-aelin]

Little Did I Know

Chapter 9: The Revelation

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Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Talk of injury, betrayal, general angst at the end

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius was floating. Somewhere in her mind, she knew she wasn’t actually floating. But the feeling of being suspended on clouds, of the gentle movement, remained anyway. The clouds smelled like pine and snow, like her home. She heard hushed voices, whispering beneath the fluffy swirls. And then quiet. Nothing.

Nothing until the pain, that is. 

  The first thought that came to her as she drifted back from the perfect dreamscape was that she was in pain. Her head was pounding, her ribs creaking with every inhale she took. And all of that would’ve been fine if her eyes weren’t glued shut. In short, she felt like she got hit by a train. Or maybe ten trains. 

Eventually, her eyes unstuck from their cemented state and she was able to see. Except the light was too bright and it made her head pound harder. Looking away from the bright light, she was finally able to open them a sliver, acclimating herself to the room. 

She was in her bedroom, the soft sheets and pillows were those clouds. And there was a figure lounging in the chair next to her bed, their head resting near her arm, their hand holding hers. Silvery hair glinted in the sunlight and Aelin couldn’t help raising her free hand to stroke through the strands. They were soft as feathers and she got a whiff of pine and snow as her hand gently wove through the thick strands. But the scent didn’t bother her. Didn’t make her headache worse. No, instead it calmed her in her confused state. 

Which, speaking of, what was this man doing in her room? What was she doing in her room? It had to have been past noon and she would be missing her scheduled duties for the day. She braced her right hand to push herself up from the bed without disturbing the man next to her but as soon as she did so, a sharp pain shot through her ribs. A pained gasp escaped her, waking the figure sleeping by her side.

Wide, green eyes met her own. Rowan. Aelin’’s mouth dropped open and her brows furrowed, wondering what her fiance was doing at her bedside. She thought about the previous night. They went their separate ways after sparring and despite her promise to meet up with him, she obviously had missed breakfast that morning. 

Rowan’s hand tightened on her own. His words were barely a whisper as he breathed, “Fireheart.” Aelin’s eyes widened at the nickname. Fireheart. She hadn’t heard that in a long, long time. She was taken away from her thoughts on the nickname by the sight of tears running down Rowan’s cheeks. She felt tears welling in her own eyes as he buried his face in her arm. She could feel her breathing pick up, not remembering exactly why she was in this state but knowing that something bad had obviously happened.

Eventually, Rowan pulled away from her arm but still kept hold of her hand. He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a series of gentle kisses to the back of it, trying to get his emotions under control. Aelin herself started to sob but the pain in her ribs quickly quelled that need. Her face contorted in pain with the movement, Rowan getting up to hover over her. And then she chuckled lightly. 

When she opened her eyes, Rowan looked confused. “You’re such a mother hen.” Aelin cringed at the hoarseness of her voice, froggy from disuse. But she still gave him a smile, which he quickly returned. 

He seemed to relax after that, both of them staying quiet but not letting go of each other’s hands. Rowan’s thumb was tracing a pattern on the inside of her wrist, the movement both soothing and somehow intimate. 

“Aelin, I–”

She cut him off. “Wait. Just…I need to know what happened. Why do I feel like shit? Did I actually get run over by a train?” Rowan didn’t even crack a smile. She was attempting humor for his sake but the man remained stoic.

“We don’t know. You never showed up to breakfast so I got worried. And then none of us could find you so basically the whole palace was conducting a search. I–” He took a deep breath. In. And out. “I found you in the middle of the Oakwald. Kasida led me to you. You were…you were lying in a pool of blood by your head.” He barely choked the last words out. 

The entire thing came rushing back to her, somehow distracting her from the pounding in her head and making it worse at the same time. 

“I went for a ride last night after you left the gym. And it was fine at first. But then… I heard something and I remember….I remember pain on the back of my head, falling off of Kasida.” She paused, trying to gather her thoughts, brows furrowed. “There was a person there. But I don’t think I saw their face.” Rowan was tense beside her, completely at odds from the concerned, gentle look on his face. “I do remember seeing boots walking toward me. Brown. They looked like riding boots. I know that doesn’t help much but that’s all I remember.”

Rowan brushed a piece of hair from her forehead and gave her a tight smile. She wanted to get lost in the feeling of his hands weaving through the tangled knots but she also needed to get to the bottom of this.

“Did you-” Aelin took a deep breath. “Did you find anything else out about what happened?”

Rowan shook his head. “Unfortunately, not much. Aedion’s soldiers couldn’t really find too much out because they’re not skilled in tracking like that. So I actually called in a favor from a friend from Doranelle. His name is Lorcan and he’s a private investigator. He’s the best of the best. If anyone will be able to figure out what happened, it’s him. He’s already here and has already done more than any of us ever could. He said that he could see where you fell off of the horse and he could make out boot prints, though they were indiscernible because someone hastily covered them up.” Aelin was trying not to let her fears get the best of her. “Interestingly enough, it did look like Kasida was protecting you. There were signs of some struggle, indicating that your horse was trying to maul whoever was attacking you. So at the very least, we’ll keep an eye out for anyone with suspicious bruises.”

That, at least, made Aelin chuckle. “Remind me to give her endless treats when I see her next.”

“Oh, that’s already done. Your knight in shining armor of a horse actually led me to where you were.” Rowan chuckled and then sobered. “You’re very lucky to have her.” 

“I am.” Aelin averted her eyes, suddenly shy. “And…I’m very lucky to have you.”

Rowan looked startled for a moment, as if he never expected her to say something so bold, to come this close to talking about what they felt for each other. She squeezed his hand tightly, hoping to convey everything through that one touch.

“Aelin, I…” Rowan took a deep breath, gripping her hand tighter. “I was going out of my mind when we realized you were missing.” She could feel the tremor in his hand, knew without a doubt that he was still feeling the aftereffects of those few hours in which she was missing. “I don’t know how it happened but in these last few months, I’ve come to care about you a lot. Not just because of the betrothal but because you’re my friend. And I’m not sure what I’d do if something happened to you. I was ready to burn down the Oakwald if it meant hurting the person that did this to you.” 

She squeezed his hand again. “I’m here. I’m okay. Or, at least, I will be okay.” A small huff of breath left his lips. She gently placed her hand on his cheek, raising his face to look at her. “Thank you for finding me. I’m glad to have you here by my side.” 

He slowly raised her hand to his lips again, the softness lingering well after the gentle brush was over. It wasn’t the kiss she wanted. But it was a kiss she’d treasure nonetheless.

Deciding the conversation had gotten too serious for her tastes, Aelin tried to lighten the mood. “Why were you hunched over my bed when I woke up? This is a king bed, you know. You could’ve just laid down next to me.” A smirk crossed her face so that he knew she was teasing him. 

“How dare you insinuate that I’m anything but a gentleman. I would never stain your virtue in such a way.” A snort left Aelin’s lips at that. 

“Now you sound like the lords of Terrasen. My virtue.” Aelin cackled. It was music to her ears when Rowan started his full-belly laugh, true delight overtaking his features that were so stoic just moments ago. She could get used to this. Waking up next to him. Joking with him. Being happy. 

“You’re probably famished. You have been asleep for almost a whole day, after all.” At his words, Aelin’s stomach gave a loud grumble. When she looked back at Rowan, he was suppressing a laugh. “I’ll go find something. Any requests for Her Highness?”

Aelin rested back into the pillows. “Mmm. Chocolate hazelnut cake.” 

“How about regular food and then we’ll see about the cake, hmm?” Aelin crossed her arms and pouted, “You’re no fun.”

“I’ll be right back.” But before he left, Rowan bent down and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. He gave her a soft smile before exiting. Aelin wasn’t sure when her stomach was going to stop doing the flips it was currently doing. But she honestly hoped it would never stop. It was a novel feeling. The butterflies in her stomach made her giddy. She felt as if she could do anything as long as he was by her side, cheesy as it was. 

It was all Aelin could do to wait for him to come back with her food. She wasn’t feeling the greatest so she wasn’t sure that it was wise to get up and wander around. But after he hadn’t returned after an hour of waiting, she decided to take things into her own hands and go search for him. Her bones protested at the movement, though her head was feeling better than it did an hour ago. 

She reached the door to her bedroom and she thought she heard hushed whispers coming from the other side. Quietly, she eased the door open, slow enough that it wouldn’t be heard nor seen. She peeked her head out but didn’t see anyone in sight so she continued toward the small bend in the hallway. At the end, she stopped in her tracks, hearing Rowan’s voice talking quietly to another male. Whatever conversation they were having, it seemed like they didn’t want to be heard. Which was exactly why Aelin stayed where she was and strained her ears to the hushed conversation.

“You don’t look particularly surprised by this information,” the unknown voice accused.

“I’m not. I knew…I knew there was a possibility it was Maeve.” That was Rowan’s voice. What wasn’t he surprised about?

“You know what this means right? And you still want to do the bitch’s bidding?”

“I can’t exactly break the marriage contract. It’s already signed and sealed. The wedding’s in less than a month.” Aelin’s stomach dropped. The butterflies from earlier fled the scene, leaving only cold ice in their wake.

“Are you going to tell her?”

Rowan sighed. “No. Not right now. Not until we have more information, at least.”

Were they talking about her? He wasn’t going to tell her what? 

A clapping sound reverberated through the long hall, presumably Rowan’s shoulder meeting the other man’s hand. “She’s going to find out eventually. Not only does it involve her but also her parents, too.”

“No. She doesn’t need to know right now. I knew Maeve was involved somehow and now I know. She had Aelin’s parents murdered and now she’s coming for her.” “Are you telling me that you knew before you even came here?”

Rowan’s silence was answer enough. Aelin tried to keep the tears at bay until she got back to her room. But once she was in her bed, cold anger overtook her. She had been played. Rowan knew everything, it seemed. Knew that Maeve was involved in her parents’ deaths, in her own assassination attempt.  Knew that the Queen of Doranelle was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Yet he agreed to come here anyway, agreed to marry her even if it meant her death. 

She could feel her body shaking and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She didn’t even look up when the door creaked open. Didn’t look up when her fiance set a tray of food at her bedside. Didn’t make a sound when he asked if she was okay. 

“Aelin? You’re shivering.” He went to press a hand to her forehead but she jerked away at the last minute. “Aelin? Do you need me to call a doctor.”

“What I need…” And there were the tears. Shit. She swallowed thickly, though the tremors never ceased. “What I need is for you to leave.” 

He again went to reach for her hand, not getting farther than the bed. The murderous look in her eye kept him away. “I don’t understand.”

“I heard everything. You were talking to your friend. I heard it all. And I’d like you to leave now.” 

“Aelin- just let me explain, please. Please. Whatever you think you heard, I’m sure it’s not what you thought it was.” 

“I heard enough. I heard about my parents. About Maeve. About me. But most of all, I heard that you knew about all of it. And you chose not to tell me.” 

“Fireheart, that’s not–”

“Don’t call me that.” Aelin stood from the bed, slowly stalking toward him. “I said leave. Don’t make me call the guards.” At his hesitance, she placed a hand on his chest and shoved. Though the shove probably felt little more than a tap on his chest given her state. 

“Aelin, please.” With the last whispered please, she successfully pushed him out the door, closing and locking it as quickly as she could. She heard a thump sound from the other side, as if a head was leaning heavily on the door itself. She could hear his choked breath, could hear him sliding down the door until he reached the floor. And then she collapsed to the floor on her side, as well. She knew how ironic it was, that they were sitting back to back. Yet while his grief was from guilt, she thought bitterly, hers was from heartbreak. 

When she finally made her way back to her bed, she allowed herself to succumb to the grief that was eating away at her. For her parents. For her relationship. And for herself. The sobs wracked her body until sleep, blessed sleep, finally took her.

A/N: I'm so sorry. I wanted to make this super fluffy but then chapter 9 and 10 just rolled into one and it worked out. It was originally supposed to end when Rowan left. But the angst monster was out today, I guess. Don't worry though, I'm not an angst person so this will be solved in the next few chapters, lol

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[wavesoutbeingtossed]

wait pls elaborate on your thoughts on beth I don’t know anything about her im so curious!!! what do you mean by the artist collective she’s amassed since 2020?

Oooops so apparently I’ve missed a ton of stuff in my notifications so I missed this anon!

I don’t remember what post this was referring to, but it was probably me waxing poetic about Beth Garrabant’s photography of Taylor in the tags of a photo post lol.

As someone who loves photography and has studied it a little bit and at one time had hopes of going into the field, I just think Beth captures Taylor so beautifully and honestly. Their photos together are always intimate, vulnerable and tell a story. Even in the more high-art shoots like the Speak Now TV cover, there’s a softness and openness to the way the subject is featured that is really captivating to me. It’s the way the photos feel candid even when they’re obviously staged, like capturing a slice of life. (Honestly, the folklore shoot would be my dream assignment haha.)

And again I don’t know what post I was talking about that prompted this but I joke about the “artists’ collective” as the group of collaborators she’s turned to regularly since 2020. Obviously there’s Jack and his gang, but also Aaron and Bryce and the rest of The National/Big Red Machine, Bon Iver, Beth, Rina Yang, Rodrigo Prieto, etc. She seems to have a solid crew she trusts implicitly with her work which I think in turn allows her to feel more comfortable to explore and create and try things. And I think that trust also gives her the freedom to be more vulnerable and tap into feelings and ideas that may otherwise have felt scary or unattainable. I love that she’s built this group of trusted friends and artists she can create with and I feel like that’s opened up doors for all of them. Not like, fame or chart wise or anything, but just in flexing their creative muscles and finding new depths to mine, like for Taylor exploring more folk/esoteric storytelling, or for Aaron to lean into producing pop which he’s wanted to do, and so on.

Hope this rambling helps haha.

[just-my-type-x]

Can you do a imagine about Brad caressing the reader's hair?

Sweet Dreams

Slight smut, fluff

Hi, hello, long time so see. I missed u guys like crazy and it's nice to finally take a break and write what i like, not school stuff haha. So since this is a simple imagine, i would love to add a lil bit of something else to the imagine, so i hope it's fine with y'all ♥️

I wake up shocked, running my hands over my face, sighing loudly. I let myself calm down after remembering every scene of me and Brad kissing on his couch, how he cupped my face gently with his hands, soft lips brushing over mine. I shake my head and get up from the bed, heading to the bathroom. I wash my face and stare at my rosy cheeks.

"I need to let it go, we're friends. That was weird, come on, y/n, come back to your senses.", i tell myself in the mirror and finish my morning routine, heading over to my closet to find an outfit for today. If the dream wasn't enough, i get to spend at least ten hours with Brad today. Also with the boys and their girlfriends, but right now, he's my problem. He's having a game night at his place and since I'm their best friend, i obviously got to fill in Brad's blank spot and I'm also helping him with small preparations for tonight.

I arrive at his place an hour later, getting a huge bag of snacks from my trunk. I get inside without knocking, Brad expecting me already. I'm greeted by Jack, who wiggles his tail around like a helicopter and jumping on my legs to be pet. I manage to pet his head a few times, careful not to drop anything on him.

"Hey, Jack, come here", Brad calls for Jack, throwing him his favorite toy. I smile at the two of them and head towards the kitchen, where Brad's waiting for me. I put the bag on the counter and dodge his hug. "What was that about?", he frowns and i look away from him.

"Nothing.", i shrug my shoulders, unpacking the snacks.

"Are you sure?", he comes by my side and scans my face. I try my best not to look at him, because i feel slightly affected by the dream i had. It was alarming enough that i found it cute and sweet, and seeing Brad right after these intrusive thoughts, it doesn't end up well for me.

"Yeah", i not absently and hand him the juice bottle without looking at him. He scoffs, but takes the bottle and puts it in the fridge.

"I don't believe you. Did something happen?", he comes back by my side and his hand wraps around my wrist, gently. I look at the embrace, but i slowly take my arm away, moving to the counter tops to sort the chips and candy.

"Nothing happened. You're just paranoid.", i chuckle, but my face is straight. I hear him sigh and i turn around to grab more bags, but he's standing right behind me, arms crossed at his chest. I lock eyes with Brad for a moment and i can feel them burn from his stare. I look away and try to pass him, but he stops me by snaking an arm around my waist. My cheeks start burning from the intimate way of him behaving right in this moment. He pulls me back towards him, my back pressed against his chest, while his other arm wraps around my upper half.

"You don't even look me in my eyes, something's up and you're not leaving until you tell me what's up.", Brad says softly and he tightens his embrace on me. I roll my eyes and try to move, but the little friction between us makes my mind go wild, as he pulls me tighter on him." Na-ah, you didn't tell me what's going on. Why are you ignoring my presence? ", his voice gets more serious and i sigh

"If you let me go"

"no chance", he giggles and i smile. I shake my head because of my thought and i think twice if I should tell him about my dream or not. We've been friends for a lifetime and i don't want things to get weird between us, but i also know that Brad has told me a lot of personal stuff before. And everything is better than sitting like this for hours. Because he would stay like this for hours.

"Fine, but you'll have to promise me not to look at me differently.", i wait for him to nod his head behind me. "I had a dream last night. And it was about you", i bite my lip in frustration and awkwardness. Brad lets go of me and i turn around to talk to him normally. His smile is wide, arms crossed at his chest, waiting for more. "And we were on your couch, making out.", i close my eyes when saying the sentence, brushing a hand over my face. I feel awkward and Brad's laughter doesn't help much.

"Is this why you were avoiding me?", Brad's amused voice makes me slightly angry, but i try to push that away.

"Mhm", i nod and walk away, heading to the couch that i dreamt about, sitting on it and sighing frustrated. I don't know what makes me so frustrated. The fact that i expected him to be weirded out or that i expected him to somehow sympathise with my dream? Or maybe that in reality he found it funny. Brad follows me on the couch, still giggling once in a while. "You can stop now", i say and lean on the back of the couch.

"I'm sorry. It's just funny to hear you say something like that", he tries to keep his composure, but fails when we lock eyes, an amused figure appearing. I roll my eyes and take out my phone. "What are you doing?"

"Texting the group to let them know the host is getting murdered and the game night postponed", i don't raise my eyes at him, but he's quick to take my phone away and toss it on the other couch.

"I'm sorry, ok? I just- i was never prepared for something like that.", Brad looks at me, scanning my face once again, his stare lingering more on my lips. I do the same with him, shaking my head when our eyes meet again.

"Yeah, weird", i repeat and cross my arms at my chest.

"Can you, uhm, tell me about this dream? I know it helps talking about this", he smirks and i roll my eyes, smiling.

"You just want to know if you were a good kisser", i laugh and he does too.

"Maybe"

"Ok, fine, the hardest part happened, it's not like we can't joke about this, right?", i say and i turn on the side to face Brad properly. He comes closer, giving me all his attention. "We were right here and we were drinking some of your gin. Somehow we were celebrating your drink coming out and we had the whole family over and friends. After they left, I stayed behind to help you clean, just like always, and we started drinking afterwards. And it got to a point where we were talking about such serious stuff like future and families, having kids, and you were playing with hair while i was telling you my point of views. We got closer after that and we kissed.", i finish my story, looking back at Brad after realising i stared at a blank spot the whole time, reliving my dream. A sad smirk is on his face and i feel my face warmer than usual. We stay in silence for a few seconds and i feel uneasy all of a sudden. I look somewhere else and Brad straightens his voice.

"You left the most important part out. Was I good?", he tries to joke, but the vibe between us switched.

"Obviously. Way above my imagination", i get up from the couch and widen my eyes when playing back what i have just said.

"Imagination? You've thought about us kissing before?", Brad's smirk comes back to his face. I'm speechless and i just fall back on the couch, resting my head in my hands.

"No? I mean, screw it, maybe i did. Once, or twice. I was curious", i take a pillow and bury my face in it. I keep saying stuff that should've never come out. Brad chuckles at my reaction and i hit him with the pillow. He overreact and "screams" in pain, attacking me with two other pillows.

We go like this for a few minutes, almost falling behind the couch a few times. We both exhale and inhale frenetically like we've come back from jogging, not a pillow fight. Brad checks the time and we both agree on setting up the table and the games for tonight, the drinks and the food.

He takes out a bottle of Ten Legs Gin and puts it in the middle of the table, next to other alcoholic drinks. Brad winks at me and i roll my eyes, flipping him off. I arrange the snack corner and i walk over to one of his shelves to take out another board game. He waits for me to look at him.

"We should actually celebrate the coming out of our gin. We didn't do that yet", his smile is wide and beautiful.

"Bradley, come on.", i smile at his childish behaviour of mocking my dream. "All done", i sit next to him on his couch and wait for our friends to show up.

"I'm serious", he looks at me, carefully looking for a change in my behaviour and facial expressions. I turn on my side once again and decide to look at him the same way he looks at me. I feel like something's stuck in my throat and I'm unable to say anything. He moves his hand and, unsure of his actions, entangled his fingers in my hair, playing with it, twisting small parts of my hair with his fingers. "This feels nice. Shouldn't have done it just in your dream", we both chuckle. He draws his attention back to the soft strand of hair, taking in the moment.

"Enjoying it?", i ask, my voice cracking.

"Very much", he meets my eyes and we hold each other's stare for a moment, before both of us leaning in. We press our lips together, the softness of his lips taking me by surprise. We back away only to deepen the kiss even more, his lips crashing on mine. He bites my bottom lip, a quiet moan escaping my lips. "Mm, i liked that", we smile into the kiss and i ask for permission, licking his bottom lip. His hands grab my hair, pulling at it very gently, while my hands stay on both sides of his neck, pulling him even closer. I fall back on the couch and he's quick to hover over me, his hands sneakily getting under my sweater. I bite his lip, smiling.

"Bradley", i sigh heavily and smirk at his swollen lips. He does the same and we get up, straightening our clothes.

"Sorry, yeah, they should be here any moment.", Brad chuckles and looks at me one more time before pecking my lips again.

.

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After a few hours, the group leaves and Brad and i are left with the rest of the cleaning, after they helped us pick up the most of it. Checking the time, I'm shocked at how fast time flew by while we had fun. It's close to 3AM and all of a sudden i feel really tired. I drop the last two bottles of juice in the trash can.

"That was the last one. I'm heading home now", i tell Brad, who was already in his bedroom, getting ready for bed.

"There's no way you're leaving right now. You drank and you don't have any reasons to leave. I still have your pj's here.", he disappears in his bedroom, only to come back a few seconds later with it. He hands ir to me and i immediately leave to take a shower and hop in my pj's.

I head to the guest room as Brad gives Jack some food before bed, but he stops me, curious about my actions.

"Where do you want me to sleep, then?", i rub an eye, the lack of sleep getting a hold on me

"In my bedroom?", Brad's voice is playful and a smirk appears across my face.

"If you insist", i change the direction and walk in Brad's room, him following close behind, switching off the lights. We get under the blanket, Brad pulling me into his arms, facing him. His hand gets on top of my head, caressing it gently. "I'm not responsible for my actions if you keeo doing this. I might fall in love", i say, yawning

"Good, because i might fall in love too.", he kisses my forehead and keeps caressing the top of my head, twirling strands of hair every now and then. "I'm so happy this day happened", i can feel his smile on my forehead. I smile too and i squeeze him tighter, inhaling his fresh scent.

"Me too, I'm glad you felt the same.", i place a small kiss on his neck, goosebumps forming on that portion. His hand falls on the length of my hair, patting it gently and playing with it with his fingers.

"How about we go somewhere nice tomorrow?", he asks, his voice cracking in a whisper because of the tiredness.

"I would love to", his hand feels heavy on my head, meaning his close to falling asleep. I reach for his jaw and kiss him goodnight. "Sweet dreams, Bradley", i smile at his murmur of sweet dreams and close my eyes, wishing to wake up in his arms every day from now on.

[popcornforone]

JUNE

From the Marcus Pike Fan Fic Diary

Master List

May

I’ve written (well I say written) I actually spoke this because I wanted it to properly sound like an audio recording that had been converted into word for the diary. It was really random to do, so it’s not my best writing but I think it works for this situation.

Synopsis:- your on a girls holiday, when one night your trip takes an unexpected turn.

Word count:-1000

Warnings:- DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Swearing fingering public displays of affection, piv sex, lots of moaning, alcohol.

Yea this isn’t my usual style & I don’t think I will do it again but It was a good learning curve. Thanks for the read peoples

Audio description for diary when I return home from the girls holiday in Florida, day 5.

One of the girls called me out today. Clare realised I’m sneaking off once every couple of hours to record this for my diary. She asked

“you doing a diary?” & I was like

“yes well you know why not?”

“How long has it been going on all year?”They went.

oh but at least we’re gonna find out how good this time of our lives was I mean this is month five so far

Oooh Tara got off with Sam from that other bar & Vicky well you didn’t want to see Vicky this morning oh my God.

But yes, so far it’s going good. The tan is topping up. & I am on my second cocktail of the day as I lie by the poor reading the girl on the train.i can’t wait to see what happens next in the book, it is so full of suspense.

Oh God we are going to Michaels tavern tonight apparently it’s a 90s bar oh that means fancy dress doesn’t it? I’m not looking forward to it. I don’t do fancy dress unless it’s Halloween. Well I guess I just gotta make the girls happy & it is laylas night to pick what we do & she loves a bit of Backstreet Boys so I’m not gonna argue.

my nights coming up on night seven. I’m looking forward to that. That will also mean that there will probably be no more hangovers after night seven & then on night 12 we return home I get to get into my comfy bed & not have to share it with a girlfriend with cold feet & random snoring.

& I’ll have my Marcus to spoon me all night. oh I miss Marcus so so so much. I miss his kisses. I miss Little hugs

oh I should probably get out of the bathroom now, the girls are gonna wanna get in there next aren’t they? & I’ve got an outfit to prepare.

Wow. That was a right turnabout for the books oh my God

I am on a turning dancefloor busy reaching for the stars like S Club 7 all those years ago & suddenly I see this group & in they walk these lads, I say Lads men obviously, but they are all busy flirting their way through bar & I recognise one of them. It’s Jackson. I just shake my head. No I’m hallucinating I’ve had too much drink, oh God.

I’m saying this in the bathroom of the bar phone I’m sure you can hear the drum & based behind me. I went to the bathroom put some water on my face & head back to the bar & I go to the bar and I asked for 10 slushpuppy vodka shots in hope. that’s when I felt his arm go around my shoulder, I recognise that hand, so soft & large & it stroked my bra strap down & I just looked up at him & he looked down at me & we did the five shots each in unison & got to the last one & then the words escaped his Lips

“I miss you and I love you baby. “

Oh, you’re here & you ravaged me, the way your tongue flowed through my mouth hands caress my hips the way you held me close as my friends all cheered as we made out at the bar & they even turned on the sprinkler above us which the barman does when people are getting a little bit too intimate to break it up but didn’t Obviously. your hands went underneath my schoolgirl T-shirt & the way you made sure that I was being more than satisfied, damn, every single kiss every single toungue that invaded my own my tonsils feeling every inch oh Marcus oh Marcus. (Someone bangs on the bathroom door & Marcus shouts go away).

Waking up to you kissing my neck knowing that I ached knowing that you wanted some morning sex even though it was already noon. No way am I gonna be heading to the beach today because you are here in Florida spur moment with your friends because they got bored because we weren’t at home & now now you’re just… (muffled noise not picked up) Marcus, Marcus please oh you wanna you want some (gasp) oooh fuck yes oooh more baby oooh you missed this? Fuck oooh fucking fuck baby, more please please fuck baby, more (unable to detect the moaning) fuck yea like that just like ooooh fuck like that baby…

Marcus has just put on his shirt on, his holiday shirt obviously, they literally have come down here for Saturday & Sunday to make sure that we all remember all our boyfriends are like it’s a bit awkward for Tara but I’ll oh I never wanna leave Marcus side again the way in which he just made me cum so hard three times in a row he knows I’ve not bought anything with me to look after myself. oh, I’m gonna be thinking of nothing but his cock & the way in which he came, & the way that he sucked my nipples for the rest of the holiday I’m really looking forward to ripping my underwear when we get back next week & the way in which I will be laid on that bed & I won’t be able to go to work for next morning even though I should be there after having a few days off on holiday because I won’t be able to walk. Marcus it was a nice fly by drop in to make me feel good but now I’m lining for you more.

Yea diary that was last week when he arrived to make my trip memorable, I can’t believe it picked up some of our moans from the sex we had.

July

[gumnut-logic]

Discovered this in my fic folder. Had forgotten I had written it. Should probably check to see if I archived it.

Have yet another outside POV.

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It had been one of those days.

It had started with a headache and it looked like it was going to end with a worse one.

She hated the stick. She really did. But the alternative was one of those damned walker things that had her bent over like an ancient witch mowing her lawn, or one of those terrifying scooter things that literally mowed every pedestrian down.

There was a definite lawn cutting theme in the old age mobility stakes.

She wasn’t old anyway, damn it. Only ninety-five, alive and still kicking and fully capable of whacking annoying upstarts with that walking stick of hers.

After all, it could be weaponised much easier than a lawn mower.

But there were days. And today was one of them.

Food shopping was a necessity for any age and despite her determination to support herself, Darcy was really missing her beloved Denny right now.

Fate had taken her husband long before his time, leaving her to fend for herself.

So fend she did.

The supermarket wasn’t far from her home and she counted the steps it took her to get there and back pulling her wheeled trolley as her daily exercise. It helped keep her alive and out of the house. She wasn’t allowed to drive anymore so it kept her sane and her heart beating.

But today everything was aching and she was feeling every one of those years, months and days.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have reached up so high. It really pissed her off that reaching up high was a thing. Didn’t used to be. But so many other things weren’t things before either.

But whatever it was, one second she was reaching for her favourite canned soup, the next the world was spinning and she was falling.

It was frightening. She had just enough time to realise her day was about to get horribly worse and probably involve a trip to emergency – damned placed stunk and was horribly noisy – and there would likely be a serious lack of soup in her future – hospital food wasn’t great.

But all of it was replaced with surprise as a pair of very strong arms wrapped around her and caught her before she could become far too intimate with the linoleum.

Her mind blanked as those arms, so obviously male and scented with…with hard work? And a very nice cologne. Flannel? Soft, strong…

“Ma’am? Are you hurt?”

She was suddenly under the intense scrutiny of a pair dark brown, frowning eyes. Young, worried…handsome…

Embarrassment climbed up her neck and lit her hair on fire.

Her voice was a little higher pitched than she expected. “I’m fine thank you.”

Of course, the young man noticed, and while the frown didn’t quite disappear, his generous lips curled into the smallest of smiles.

Which only made it all entirely so much worse.

What followed was a mess of her trying to get up, his worry that she had hurt herself, and a bucket of embarrassment. But eventually, he helped her to her feet, picked up her walking stick, and handed it to her.

The frown was definitely dominating over the smile. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She placed a hand on his arm…it was a very large arm – what the hell did the boy do for a day job to get that? “I’m totally fine. Please believe me. Thank you for your assistance.”

He was still eyeing her and there was obviously a great deal of brain activity going on behind those brown irises.

“Virg, we need some emergency TP again. Grandma, just commed me. You forgot it on the last supply run for the umpteenth time.” Another young man, this one blond but with eyes almost as brown as her saviour, barrelled into the aisle. His sandshoes squeaked on the linoleum as he came to an abrupt halt. “Ooh, who’s your new friend?” He doffed a hat he wasn’t wearing and bowed a little. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am, as soon as my brother introduces you to me.”

It was at that point she realised that those strong hands hadn’t quite let her go yet, even if they were reduced to one hand on her arm.

Those fingers hesitantly fell away as he straightened a little. “My apologies, ma’am. I’m Virgil and this is my brother Gordon. We’re…” He sighed a little and shot a look at his brother. “…not from around here.”

All manners and rescuing damsels…okay, she was closer to old hag if she was honest, but daydreams existed for a reason. She tilted her head a little. “No apologies needed, certainly not. You have my thanks. I’m Darcy. Very pleased to meet the both of you.” She offered him a hesitant smile. It was annoying to not be on the beat and up to snuff. She had to admit the fall had shaken her.

That frown was back.

Damnit. “Would one of you be kind enough to grab that can of soup for me? I have no idea why they make these supermarket shelves so high. You’d think they were built for giants.”

He blinked, casually reaching up to take her favourite can of soup off the shelf and offer it to her.

She smiled. “Thank you, kind sir.” She didn’t quite curtsy, that was risking more than she felt capable of right now, but she did turn the smile into a grin.

Her confidence was making its creeping way back.

“You are very welcome.” And again he was smiling.

His brother’s face split into a full-on grin. “Earth to Virg.”

The golden-haired man elbowed his brother in the ribs and the moment broke. She took the opportunity to grab her shopping trolley and make an exit before she managed to embarrass herself further.

Neither of them protested her leaving, but she was ever so conscious of those eyes following her down the aisle.

She wasn’t surprised to find the two men in the next aisle as she looped around for dog food for her little Samuel. The brothers were arguing about dog biscuits and someone named Alan.

Those brown eyes followed her as she hobbled past.

They weren’t in the next aisle – obviously their discussion lasted a while – but they were in the following aisle. Alan the dog had scored a packet of the expensive kind apparently as Gordon was holding it under one arm.

She smiled as she stepped past them. Virgil lugged one of the largest almost pallet-sized packets of toilet paper onto one shoulder.

Was he showing off?

Gordon seemed to think so.

She did smile to herself.

She didn’t see them again until she finally made it to the checkout with her small stash of things. The two brothers just happened to be in the queue next to her.

She probably should have been creeped out as they seemed to be following her, but there was something in that brown gaze that was far more concern than anything else.

If that boy had a wife, Darcy guessed she would be one of the most cherished and looked-after women in the world.

Blondie’s wife was probably the most patient.

Darcy snorted quietly to herself.

Through the checkout with all her shopping stashed in her faithful trolley, she smiled and waved at the two brothers as she left and started her slow walk home.

Halfway there she nearly dropped her walking stick as something big and green flew far too close overhead. She got a glimpse of a giant number two and then the profile of a big fat plane tore off into the distance.

She stared after it, recognising it for what it was and marvelling at her good fortune to have seen it.

A breath sighed out through her teeth.

Okay, perhaps it hasn’t been that bad a day after all.

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