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Wearing a backless dress in front of Nanami for the first time.
Note: early relationship feels. F!reader, AFAB reader. Not proofread, Iâm sorry for torturing you guys. A smidge of SUGGESTIVENESS
Nanami was a punctual man. He hated tardiness especially when it came to himself. Which is why he was getting agitated when you were taking too long to get ready.
âHoney, are you done?â Nanami impatiently called out from your living room. You were going to meet his friends for the first time today. It was a high school friend group reunion because everyone conveniently happened to be in the same city at the same time.
You were all meeting at a very luxurious bar so you wanted to dress well to make a good first impression. âYeah, let me just get my coat and weâre good to go.â You said as you left your room to get to the coat stand in the living room. He thanked his lucky stars at that moment. He knew it took you a long time to get ready but he was starting to think that he should give you an earlier time so you could get ready faster from here on out.
But time stood still for him when his eyes landed on you.
Nanami immediately stood up when he saw you. He involuntarily put his hand on his chest. Almost like he was trying to calm himself down.
His tawny eyes raked down your figure. It was a simple dress- full sleeved with a square neckline and a hem that reached right above your knee. The show stopper was your bare back.
Sure, Nanami had seen you naked a few times since the beginning of your relationship, but he hadnât seen you dress up so beautifully unless it was for a date at an expensive restaurant (which seldom happened for you both enjoyed exploring hole in the wall places).
Friends be damned. His girlfriend looked like dessert served on a gold platter.
âYouâŚâ His rasped out. He couldnât even find the words to describe the sight in front of him.
He slowly walked towards you (with heart eyes) and removed your jacket from your grasp. âEverything alright?â Your eyes searched his but he was too busy staring at your neckline.
âYeah, just⌠spin for me, darling. I want to take this all in before we leave.â You giggled at his request and did as he asked.
âLike what you see?â
âVery much.â
âYou can have me whenever, babe. Weâre gonna come back to my place after meeting everyone anyway.â Nanami pulled you to him with a small tug to your wrist after you said that.
âYes, but knowing that weâll be late because of how beautiful you look makes me feel excited.â His said as he stroked his fingers up and down your back. He leaned in to get a kiss but you pulled away. âI just did my makeup.â You whined.
âJust one little kiss. I promise I wonât ruin it.â You groaned at him but leaned in, planning to leave a small peck on his eager lips.
Except you were met with an intoxicating kiss. His mouth was ready to devour you as his hands situated themselves behind your head.
âKento-â You tried to remind him of his promise as you pulled away but he just used his grip on your head to pull you back in.
âLittle more.â He mumbled into your mouth. You let out of a sound of annoyance and he squeezed your ass to comfort you.
His tongue lapped up whatever was left of your lipstick as he continued to attack your lips. His hands pulled you impossibly close that you could feel his need for you through his pants.
After what felt like ages, you both pulled away. âGreat, weâre going to be late now.â You said as you stomped away to your room to apply more lipstick.
âCome back!â He yelled out as he followed you. âWe can afford to be a few minutes late.â He said as he entered your room and closed the door.
You had managed to shake the principles of the ever punctual Nanami Kento.
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I was thinking about that one scene from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days while writing this. You know, when Benjamin sees Andy in that yellow dress?
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have you ever been in love? - choi seungcheol
warnings: none
pairings: choi seungcheol x reader
genre: friends to ???
wc: 900
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"have you ever been in love?" you ask, your eyes still fixated on the carefree clouds drifting lazily through the night sky, illuminated by the city lights.
seungcheol chuckles softly, the sound getting caught in the cool breeze that surrounds you both. he takes another sip of his beer, masking the way his heart races. how much more obvious could he be? are you really that oblivious?
"i suppose i have," he answers, his voice steady and calm even as his eyes can't help but trace the outline of your face, the way your features soften in the moonlight.
"what's it like?" you turn your head slightly, curiosity written in your expression. he's not sure how he should feel about your question.
seungcheol pauses, thinking about the feeling heâs harbored for you for so long. "itâs... terrifying and exhilarating at the same time," he says, a wistful smile playing at his lips. "it feels like wanting to be someone's everything, wanting to make them smile even when the world feels too heavy for myself. itâs being so scared of losing them that itâs all you think about. but at the same time, it makes everything brighter. love changes the way you see things, you know?"
you take a moment to process his words, letting them sink in, before you say quietly, âi guess..i dont know.â
âhave you ever been in love?â he asks carefully, its a past tense question so it shouldnt hurtâŚ.right?
"i'm...not sure if iâve ever been in love before.. but lately, iâve started feeling things iâve never felt before, and i wonder if itâs love. that's why im asking you.â
seungcheolâs heart stops, breaking a little at the thought of you loving someone else. his voice comes out smaller, almost vulnerable. "does what youâre feelinâŚm-match what i said?"
you think for a moment and then nod slowly. "yeah," you admit, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks.
his breath catches & he feels his stomach churning. this isn't a past tense situation, this is present tense, NOW. "who is it?" he asks as his voice trembles. the 4 years he's spent pinning over you seems to have made him timid tonight, he's not usually like this, but still, he braces himself for an answer that he knows will shatter him.
you hesitate, your eyes finding his, sparkling with adoration. "you," you whisper, your voice firm with sincerity.
seungcheolâs eyes widen, and for a moment, the world stills. and then, without thinking, heâs reaching for you, the biggest smile breaking out on his face. "me?" he repeats, as if he canât quite believe it.
you nod, "you...you like me too right?"
"like?" seungcheol laughs, finding humour in your choice of words, his laugh holds a hint of disbelief, his eyes crinkling with pure joy. "like?" he repeats, his voice still colored with amusement. "i don't just like you," he confesses, his voice growing softer, more sincere. "i've been completely, ridiculously in love with you."
you feel your heart skip a beat, disbelief and hope swirling in your chest. "really?" you whisper, your voice small, almost afraid that this moment could shatter like a delicate glass figurine.
his gaze softens as he reaches for your hand, his warm fingers intertwining with yours. "really," he says, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
"did you really not notice?" he asks, "i almost started to think you knew but just didnt have the heart to reject me."
your cheeks flushes as you think about all the little moments you'd noticedâthe small ways he always seemed to look out for you, the way he'd remember the tiniest details about your life, and how his eyes would light up every time you entered a room. "i just... i always thought it was wishful thinking...like the time you carried extra snacks just because you knew i'd forget to eat, or when you'd always find an excuse to walk me home, even when you lived in the opposite direction. or how youâd get so quiet and protective whenever you thought someone was being unfair to me."
seungcheol's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and endearment, a fond smile spreading across his lips. "so you noticed all that?" he asks, his voice warm with a hint of embarrassment.
"i did," you say, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "but it just seemed too good to be true."
he pulls you a little closer, his eyes searching yours, filled with a mixture of adoration and relief. "it wasnât too good to be true," he whispers, and then, with the most tender of touches, he leans in.
when his lips meet yours, it's everything and more. it's gentle, sweet, and filled with all the love that has been building between you two, unspoken but always there, waiting for the right moment.
when you finally pull away, you're both breathless, cheeks flushed. seungcheol's smile is still there, brighter than ever.
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Fandom: Call of Duty
Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader
Summary: Your relationship was all a lie and the confrontation about it happens in front of everyone, including a certain lieutenant that has a secret. Seeing you so upset has him following after you with a need to help and after a confrontation, there is a confession that happens that changes everything.
Word Count: 5 k
Warnings: Feelings of worthlessness, Slight violence, Confessions, Kissing, Fluff and angst
Lt. Riley looks up from his plate of dinner as a commotion across the mess hall grabs his attention away from his thoughts. The noise rings out above the droll evening conversations that surround him as he sits in solitude eating dinner and his eyes dart around until he finds the source. He can see you over at your table sitting amongst a couple of fellow sergeants, one of which you were involved with, and he watches as you shove your chair back and launch up onto your feet as a flurry of angry words spew from your mouth.
âYouâre fucking serious?â you shoot the accusation to the sergeant in front of you as he and a few of his friends look as if theyâre trying to hide their smiles and laughter behind their hands.Â
The chatter in the hall dies down to almost nothing as faces turn to watch. You can feel the staring eyes from all around you, but you are too furious to care who sees or hears what as the only thing you can focus on is what you had just been told.Â
âAnswer me!â you yell, not caring about anything other than getting a response.
The sergeant straightens his face as he looks around to see he has all eyes on him. âWell, yeah,â he answers as if it should be obvious. âYou didnât really think I was seriousâŚâÂ
You donât let the stupid boy finish his sentence before you heatedly cut back in, the redness in your face matching the indignation in your voice. âSo, it was a fucking lie. All of it? I canâtâŚâ you take a deep, rushed breath, as if struggling to intake enough air to finish, âyou goddamn bastard!âÂ
Reaching back towards the table you pick up your cup full of water into your hand and fling the contents directly into his face before flipping his plate of food into his lap. He too jumps to his feet as he curses your name, calling you a fucking bitch, but nothing he says now can touch the pain of what he had just revealed.
Lt. Riley waits anxiously on the edge of his seat as he watches this unfold, ready to jump up in a flash and intervene if needed, but before the sergeant can even think about making a move you toss the empty cup to the ground with a reverberating clang and turn to storm past tables filled with whispering military personnel.
You pass by Lt. Rileyâs table on your way to the doors of the mess and in that split second as he looks into your face he can see that your eyes arenât just cold and sharp, but that there is a shine to them that he recognizes; you arenât just angry, this is something more.
Without a second thought Lt. Riley is situating his mask back down over the lower half of his face, leaving everything else behind on the table to swiftly follow after in your footsteps. Night is just beginning to fall as he makes it outside, but itâs still light enough that he can see you up ahead and he takes off in your direction. Your rage-fueled steps have already carried you a good ways ahead of him and he has to book it to even get close enough that youâll hear him try to get your attention.
âSergeant, stop,â Lt. Riley calls out after you once he gets within range.
Your heart skips as you recognize the voice of your lieutenant behind you. Please, no; why does it have to be him? Why now, in one of your lowest moments? Youâre no fool, you realize your confrontation drew a lot of attention back there, but you are on the verge of losing it and there is one person that you desperately donât want to see you like this - at your worst.Â
You have to get to the safety of your room before he has to see you fall apart.
You defy his order and keep the pace fast. âNot now, sir,â you return over your shoulder, choking back the tears burning your eyes and blurring your vision as your chest feels too tight to breathe.
The lieutenantâs still hot on your tail as you quickly walk through the base determinedly headed towards the barracks. He canât recall a time in the past two years where youâve ever been this upset and something about that tugs violently on his heartstrings so that he wonât stop till he is certain that you will be okay.Â
The buildings pass one after another in rapid succession, the lines from their shadows growing longer by the second, until he tries to call out once more. âI said stop, private. Thaâs an order,â he returns, putting the authority into his voice so that you are forced to slow out of policy for your commanding officer. Itâs the last resort he has at his disposal, but he hates to see the way you bristle at his words.
He wants to be a comfort, not another source of stress.
You plant your feet firmly into the ground and grit your teeth behind your closed lips. The tears are welling at the rims of your eyes and it wonât be long before they breach the barrier and roll down your cheeks. You need to make this fast; youâve already been made to look a fool today, you donât want it made worse by letting him see you weak about it.
âYes, sir?â you say cold and clinical as the crunch of Lt. Rileyâs boots get closer and closer until he makes his way around the front to come face to face.Â
It is obvious from the way your eyes glisten and your face twitches as you desperately try to control it that you are in distress something terrible. He can only imagine all the things you must be feeling in this moment after just having witnessed that public display: youâre probably embarrassed and feeling vulnerable. If it was him, he would not want anyone to see him like this and he knows he needs to get you out of the way of any prying eyes and fast, but where?Â
Looking behind you he realizes that youâve come to stop right in front of the rec center; perfect, itâs still vacant for the moment. You can talk without having to worry about anyone skulking about. Pointing a finger towards the door he gives you a brief âcome on, follow me insideâ and you do as youâre told, praying that this will be swift.
An electrical buzz rings out through the stillness inside as Lt. Riley throws the switches to illuminate the space and as he tends to that you walk off into the interior in a huff. He makes sure the door is secure behind you both and satisfied with how youâre locked in, he follows and finds you leaning against the far back wall, kicking it with the heel of your shoe over and over, harder and harder.
Your ears pick up his approach, but that isnât the only thing they catch. You heard that click as the lock was latched; now there is nowhere to hide from those dark, discerning eyes⌠the same ones that make your pulse race. All the emotion coursing through you gives rise to old feelings that you buried and now that you are alone again all at once youâre back to those days when you would get butterflies whenever you knew he would be around.
And that makes this ten times worse.
âCare ta tell me what the hell that was about?â he asks as he comes to stand in front of you. His voice is firm, but not unkind.
In your sensitive state you mistake his tone as a reprimand rather than concern and youâre sure youâve done it now. Heâs here to simply discipline you for the infraction youâve broken that will get you a weekâs worth of firewatch or worse for causing havoc in the mess, but you donât care. That bastard deserved worse and your superior should be glad that you restrained yourself from actually doing something harmful like bashing his stupid fucking face into the table.Â
You answer straightforwardly, but avoid his eyes to stare at the floor as you start to pace back and forth, your hand brushing along the wall as you walk to distract yourself from the emotion tearing at your insides. âNothing of concern, sir.âÂ
He takes another few steps towards you to close some of the distance. âI think it is. That was quite tha display.â
You inhale deep, trying to keep your voice from shaking as you give a short summary that will hopefully get him off your back⌠or at least get him to issue you your punishment faster. âPersonal matter, itâs over now. It wonât happen again, sir.â
He knows that isnât the whole truth, otherwise your eyes wouldnât be shimmering and your cheeks flushed. Itâs killing him to see you suffering and not be able to do anything about it, though he doesnât know how to say he cares without giving away a secret heâs been keeping hidden for a while now; a reason that causes him to be here trying to comfort in his own strange way.Â
A reason that makes him keep a close eye on you more and more recently, that makes his heart skip a beat whenever you are near, a reason that had made him jealous of your relationship with that no good sergeant in the first place.Â
So he stays silent for a moment, unsure of what to do here; he doesnât want to make things worse than they already are for you, but he needs to know how to fix this and that wonât happen until you talk. The longer he stands quietly, the more that truth that was just revealed to you gnaws away at your composure until the pacing isnât enough to stop the emotion welling up inside and it slowly starts leaking out so that before he can speak again, you start to talk.Â
âI-â you hesitate âIâm just a fucking joke, thatâs all,â you say, a lump forming in your throat that causes your voice to waver. âI should have known better, that a guy like that would never want to be with someone like me.â
âThaâs not true,â Lt. Riley interjects, but you shake your head, the pacing getting faster as everything spills out.
âOh it is,â you say as you grit your teeth, unable to hold back the words. âThe only way someone like that would ever be with me is through something as fucking stupid as a bet.â
The lieutenantâs brow furrows under his mask at your oddly specific statement. âWhat do ya mean?â
You bite your lip as a tear too engorged to keep contained rolls engorged down the side of your cheek and onto your shirt as you make another pass along the wall. A heavy sigh of defeat breaks from your mouth; youâve already said more than you should have, you guess you can keep going.Â
Why not let your whole life fall apart?
You clear your throat. âYou see, that bitch and his so-called friends made a bet amongst themselves to see how long he could fool me into dating him. And it worked.â
The emotion is so intense that you hang your head in shame as more tears start to fall like rain onto the tips of your shoes, leaving a trail along the ground as you continue to make your passes back and forth. âApparently Iâm pretty fucking gullible it seems. I just thought someone could actually like me, but it wasnât real, none of itâŚall of it was a goddamn lie. And I fell for it like a fucking lovesick idiot.â
âOi.â The lieutenantâs intense interjection makes you stop in your tracks and look up at him. âDonât ya ever fuckinâ say that âbout yourself,â he says heatedly. âThose fuckinâ boys are the ones thatâre the imbeciles. Ta think that anyoneâd âave ta make a bet ta be with ya is ludacris.â
You divert your gaze again. âThatâs not true. Do you know how many times Iâve been asked out since I was transferred here?â
He shakes his head even if you arenât looking to see it. âNo.âÂ
âTwice. Just twice,â you admit sheepishly. âAnd one of those was by a drunk down at the bar off base so I donât think he really even meant it. Iâm a fucking joke.â
âStop,â he says, but you ignore him.
âWhy? Why deny the truth?â you ask.Â
The flood is released and the tears fall even heavier as you hurriedly try to rub them away with the back of your arm, but they canât be stopped now. Itâs all too much: knowing that you werenât even liked and having to reveal all of this to the only other person you ever desired in this hell hole. A sharp, stabbing pain pierces your stomach so that you have to wrap your arms around yourself to keep it together as if at any moment you will break apart.
You swallow hard. âI meanâŚâ you have to clear you throat âfuck, I just want to be someoneâs first choice, you know? The person that someone would do anything to be with. But no one ever chooses me. Maybe Iâm just meant to keep making a fool of myself chasing something Iâll never have.â
The lieutenant is furious now not with you, but with the fact that no one has ever made you feel like the amazing person you are. How dare anyone make you think such things about yourself like that. Just because one stupid boy canât see the whole entire package you are doesnât mean that no one can⌠that he canât see it. A brilliant mind, a gorgeous face, a tough fighter, and a firm leader, there is so much in you to admire and adore. Â
It makes him burn with rage that that jackass should get away with this type of destruction without consequence.Â
He canât do it, he cannot stand here and allow that piece of shit sergeant to ruin your self-esteem. The anger is visible in his gaze and he is breathing heavily as he struggles to contain it. Now that he knows the truth about what was done to you he isnât going to sit idly by and allow anyone to hurt you. He is going to make sure that he makes that bastard pay. Â
âLook at me,â he says suddenly and you do. âWait here. I need ya to wait here till I get back. Can ya do that?â
There is such fury in his voice that it nearly chokes him and without waiting for your reply he swivels around and rushes back to the front of the rec in a flurry of anger with only one objective in mind: find that son of a bitch that ever thought he could hurt you and make him fear for his pathetic life.
âWait, where are you going, sir? Lieutenant?â you call after him, but he doesnât answer and the door slams shut so that you are left standing alone in utter confusion.
Lt. Riley knows exactly where to start and sure enough the lieutenant spots the sergeant making his way from the mess, laughing with his friends like he doesnât have a care in the world and his blood begins to boil over. After having to watch those pained tears fall from your eyes, seeing this asshole so cheery makes him murderous.
There is no warning, no call out or any sound to give the sergeant a heads up until a force like a freight train is dragging him behind the next building over, further into the shadow even as night is now almost completely set in, and he is suddenly pinned to the brick wall by his throat. He struggles against that grasp, but canât break free and finally he decides to look into the face of whoever it is that has launched this assault. What he is met with are those piercing dark eyes glaring at him through a gap in a black balaclava.
A shiver runs up his spine, making him unable to speak. His friends intercede with their pleas on his behalf, but the lieutenant is having none of it; he has no more patience for anything anyone has to say right now. His mind is too focused on what he feels he must do.Â
âUnless ya want the same, I suggest ya fuck off,â he growls at the group as he stares them down with a monsterously terrifying glare, the venom in his voice enough to make them shiver in fear. The threat is intimidating enough that they immediately realize the weight of the situation and are quick to disperse, leaving their friend to whatever fate is his.
Alone now, he turns his attention back to the sergeant who looks as white as a sheet even in the dark and he shoves him harder into the wall to make the rough surface dig into his back through his t-shirt. âI d-donât know whatâs going on, s-sir,â the sergeant says feebly.
âDonât know?â the lieutenant scoffs as his hand tightens around the boyâs neck before easing only enough that the bastard can still breathe. âYa must be quick ta fuckinâ forget.â
The sergeant stares up into that masked face disoriented by the sudden hostile confrontation.Â
âS-sir?â
Lt. Riley gets into his face. âYa think ya can just use people and get away with it, do ya? Ya think nothinâ will happen to ya?â he asks in a snarl and he can feel the boy swallow hard under his hand.Â
âIâŚwhatâŚâ the sergeant stammers.
Again that gloved hand tightens around the sergeantâs neck. âYa heard me, boy. I heard âbout what ya did to your fellow sergeant. People like you fuckinâ disgust me.â
âIt was⌠j-just a prankâŚâ the sergeant tries to backpedal, but the lieutenant is quick to cut him off.Â
âIâm only gonna tell ya once and take this as a final warning. Ya ever even look at Sgt. Y/N again and Iâll be sure there ainât a piece a ya ta fuckinâ identify. Do. You. Understand. Boy?â
A shiver runs through the sergeant at those threatening words and his entire body begins to shake in the lieutenantâs grasp like a leaf in the breeze. âAnswer,â Lt. Riley barks.
âY-yes, s-sir.â
The lieutenant gives one last hard squeeze, trying to make that miscreant think that he isnât going to let go, before he quickly releases him and the sergeant stumbles as he takes a step to the side to get out of harmâs way. âNow, get outta my fuckinâ sight âfore I change my mind and drive ya through this fuckinâ wall.â
He watches as the now terrified sergeant trips over his own feet trying to scurry away like the vermin he is and only once he is out of sight does the lieutenant start his adrenaline-fueled trek back to the rec, mouthing silent pleas behind the mask that you are still there and hadnât decided to slip out because he wonât let this day end without making sure that you know how much you are wanted.
You jump as you hear the door open harshly, breaking the silence of the building, and it makes your heart leap into your throat as you watch as the lieutenant makes a beeline straight for where you stand. He doesnât stop until he is standing just a few inches from your body, his chest heaving up and down laboriously from his hurry to get back.Â
You want to ask what is going on, why he left so abruptly, but he interjects before you can even get your question out.
âI want ya ta tell me why ya think ya canât be someoneâs first choice?â
The question seems so strange after being left alone randomly as the lieutenant went god knows where and it makes you pause out of confusion.Â
â...what?â you ask.
He rephrases. âWho said you werenât someoneâs first choice?â
What the hell is happening? Disoriented and still upset, you arenât sure what he is trying to say. All you can guess is that this is some sort of weird feel good speech opening and going off that, you answer.Â
âSir, if this is some strange way of saying that there are plenty of fish in the sea or another meaningless platitude that people spout whenever someone gets hurt, you donât have to say it. Iâve heard them all thousands of times and theyâre not actually helpful.â
Those stark eyes shadowed inside his disguise soften as he speaks, though his breath is still fast, but not from exertion anymore. â âs not what Iâm sayinâ,â he returns.
You look at him and he stares right back at you, his gaze unwavering as the thought hangs heavily in the air while he waits for you to recognize the intention behind the phrase. Your eyes linger on one another, no words being said as the last bit of your tears dry on your cheeks, until understanding begins to slowly wash over you like a wave.
âSir?â you ask quietly, not sure if you believe what your thoughts are trying to tell you. âAreyou sayingâŚâ
Your sentence is cut off as the lieutenant moves in and he gently places his gloved hands on either side of your face. Lt. Riley can hear the hitch as you struggle to catch your breath; never has he shared such an intimate connection with you like this before and all you can do is peer up into his masked face while your mind reels and your pulse quickens under his palms.
âYa are someoneâs first choice,â he murmurs before stopping.Â
No, this isnât right and he needs to do this right. The lieutenant removes his hands from your face to pull off those bits of cloth keeping your skin apart before coming back to cup his hands around your cheeks. Your face is so soft, so warm, everything he always thought it would be to caress and you seem to melt into his rough touch.
A charged tension fills the space around both of your bodies; it is so thick that itâs suffocating and you hold your breath waiting for what will cause it to break. The lieutenant must be overwhelmed with it too as he inhales sharp and shuddered. There is an electricity in his touch and it makes his hands shake slightly against your skin even as the rest of him stands still as stone. Â
He can say it, he has to. You need to know that you are wanted, desired, and he has to be the one to do it before someone else can come along just to break your heart again. He has put this off longer than he should have and he isnât going to waste another second or make you shed another tear.
âYouâre someoneâs first choice,â he repeats. âMine.â
Youâre not aware of your body until you realize that your hand has cupped over top of one of his on your cheek. You need to know that this is real, that he is real, and you press his hand down firmer onto your face while you shut your eyes, just for a moment to test that you arenât dreaming. As they flutter back open, heâs still standing before you with his hands lingering around you.Â
Itâs suddenly a struggle to find your voice, but you push through. âI-I didnât even think you noticed me; I thought I was always invisible to you, sir.â
The lieutenant shakes his head. âNever. Jusâ never seemed the right time to say it. But I canât let ya stand âere and think that no one knows what a fuckinâ catch you are.â
Is he still breathing heavily now or is it you? Maybe both? You canât tell where you end and he begins anymore, yet it doesnât seem enough to satisfy; you want to get closer to him and something in the tone of his voice makes you trust his words. You step all the way into him, reducing the distance between your bodies to nothing and the tension immediately escalates.
Lt. Riley has craved you from afar for so long now that he can hardly believe what is happening. Your advance leaves him reeling, his skin tingling, and now his tongue feels weighted in his mouth. He should say more, but heâs never been too good with words and itâs made worse because heâs lost in the ecstasy of your presence. Instead of talking, he leans his face in closer.
Only millimeters of space and a thin piece of fabric keep your mouths separated and yet for how near you are it still makes him burn in agony to be this far apart. The tip of his nose brushes against the tip of yours over the mask, foreheads nearly pressed together, mouths ghosting so near and yet so far; itâs torture, but he wonât let himself take anything that isnât given to him freely, no matter how desperate your little gasps makes him.Â
His eyes flutter closed, absorbing every second of your presence while you still allow him to have it. âPlease, luv,â he groans the words, the warmth from his breath making your lips tingle even filtered through the mask, âtell me I can fuckinâ kiss ya. Cause I really want ta do it now.â  Â
You inhale sharply as an ache settles itself in your chest at his request, an ache for him to let you feel that desperation on your lips. Your mind is spinning in circles as the warm tension gathering between your bodies becomes unbearable and everything else falls away; itâs like you are the only two people left in the world.
You nod in his hands. âKiss me,â you whisper as you barely have enough breath to get the words out.Â
There is not a moment more of hesitation as he has his consent; his mask is ripped up above his lips to rest over the bridge of his nose and in a flash your back is being braced against the wall behind you as the lieutenant pins you to it, the bulk of his chest crushing into you as he leans in and breaks the space between your mouths with enough passion that you could choke on it.
The lieutenant can taste the salt still lingering on your mouth, all that sadness you had just endured giving your lips a briny flavor, but he is determined to kiss it all away and erase the memory of that bastard from your skin if itâs the last thing he does. He bombards your mouth with his unrelenting yearning, open-mouthed kisses overtaking your lips until you can taste the need across your tongue
âAnyone with half a brain would kill for tha chance to call you theirs,â he gasps against your lips. âAnd I want ya more than anythinâ, before another bastard can take ya away from me.â
Your entire body feels weightless like you are floating the longer he takes your mouth. To be embraced like this, being devoured as if he has been starved of your kiss, is overwhelming and suddenly youâre lightheaded as time passes uncounted. All the pain and sadness that just had you in a chokehold evaporated from your mind as if it was never there and it is replaced by the emotions shared between two sets of hungry lips.Â
âAnd stop calling me sir,â he says, âwhen itâs me and you, itâs Simon now.â
Kisses like fire pepper your lips, his entire mouth enveloping your own with noses pressed into cheeks so that neither of you can breathe and yet pulling away feels like torture. You know the type of man the lieutenant is, know that to be so vulnerable about what he wants is not something he has displayed much before, and that for him to be so open is important.Â
He doesnât just want to say the words, he wants to prove them true.
Simonâs large hands release your face to wrap themselves around your hips, touching you in such a way as if he is trying to write promises on your body through your clothes with his fingertips. âJusâ want tha chance ta show ya that someone can fuckinâ choose ya. Tell me ya fuckinâ want that too,â he implores in a desperate whisper. Â
His request is met without words at first, but your smile is against his mouth and the way you kiss him back harder, meeting his lips in feverish bursts as you tangle your fingers into the hair at the back of his head to push him tighter into you is answer enough.
âI do,â you whimper, only breaking from his lips long enough to spit the words out.Â
His voice is calm, yet firm, quiet, yet powerful as he murmurs the words into the small gap between your mouths. âThen youâre under my protection now, got it? I wonât let any manky bastard mess with ya again.â
Something about the way he says it makes you suspicious of where he was just minutes ago, though you donât ask the question. Let that chaos rest for another time, right now you are going to let yourself enjoy this.
Heated lips connect again as if he is trying to make you swallow his vow. âNo oneâs gonna hurt ya, not while Iâm âround.â
There is a pause as Simon breaks the kiss and pulls back, dark eyes lingering on the beauty of your flushed face and hazy eyes. More gentle than you could have thought possible from the intimidating lieutenant, his fingertips caress your cheek as his lips upturn into a smile. âCause from now on, youâre gonna be my first choice.â
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Hello!! Can you do tsukki, kuroo, akaashi, kenma, shirabu, suna, and atsumu with a fem reader gf who is an actor and she has to do kiss scenes sometimes and char gets jealous? Tyy!
Also ik this is a lot of characters so take your time :)
â Tags/Genre: Fluff | Fem!Reader | Timeskip
â Characters: Tsukishima, Kuroo, Kenma, Akaashi, Shirabu, Suna and Atsumu.
â Warnings: None!
â°â⤠Tsukishima Kei
He's definitely one of the most rational on this list, and as much as he tries to look at this situation as normal, he can't help but feel his eyebrows furrow slightly at the idea.
Well, that's your job, and you're not going to stop loving him and he's not going to stop trusting you because of something that both actors are dealing with professionally.
But even if he doesn't show it (at least that's what he thinks), you know the man you have.
The eye roll when you mention what happened, the drumming of his fingers on the table, and also the short but dry answers he gives you.
He really doesn't want to act like this towards you, after all he loves you, but he really can't help but feel jealous.
And speaking of jealousy, he would NEVER declare it to you out loud, this man is is annoyingly proud until the end.
However, you know very well what he is feeling, since every time you mention the recordings of your current project, he always finds a reason to mock about your romantic partner in the series/film.đ
â°â⤠Kuroo Tetsurou
Even though he is the more playful type with you, so to speak, he wouldn't mind too much if you had to do something like that.
All the moments you spent together, all the words of love exchanged, every gesture, every look, all of this is enough for Kuroo to know that you love him with all your heart, just as he also loves you very much. <3
So obviously he's going to make some sarcastic comments about how 'I'm definitely a better kisser than this guy' or something like that.
But he wouldn't be worried about things like "maybe she won't love me anymore", for him these are silly thoughts.
He trusts you completely, and knows that you always handle everything that happens on set in a professional manner.
I think you would be more worried about this kiss than Kuroo, so he's the one who has to assure you that he knows how much you love him!!
And even if he assures you that everything is fine, he won't refuse the many compensatory kisses you give to him...đ¤Ť
â°â⤠Kenma Kozume
Kenma is really a calm guy, it's rare for him to lose his temper.
And even in a situation like that, I honestly see him continuing to be the same.đ
It's not that he doesn't mind you kissing another man, after all the first time you told him that, you saw his face contort into an irritated grimace.
But he knows it's just for the recording, so he'd just be a little jealous at first!!
I see him as someone who doesn't share much about his personal life as a streamer, but his subscribers definitely know that you are his girlfriend, after all you are a very famous person too.
So they wouldn't be surprised if, At the beginning of his live, out of nowhere, he announced a film that had just premiered just because you were in it.
"Well, the movie is already in theaters, so watch it! It's pretty cool... except for the kissing part..." he says pretending to be jealous, and then gives a small smile, while showing the movie poster in his hands to the camera.
â°â⤠Akaashi Keiji
Definitely the calmest and most responsible on the list.đ
There's no way he would be jealous of you, because he knows you both love each other, he trusts you and knows he have nothing to worry about.
Just like Kuroo, you might be more worried about this situation than he is, thinking that it would upset him in some way.
And if you're nervous because it's your first time doing a movie scene like that, Akaashi would definitely calm you down and assure you that you'll do well in the filming!!
He sees how talented you are as an actress, and believes you are capable of completing any type of scene, even though they might make you a little worried.
But he will always be there to support you with whatever you need, comforting you with the sweetest words.
â°â⤠Kenjiro Shirabu
He would be PISSEDđ
I see him as someone who, when he's jealous or upset about something, can't hide it at all.
Whether it's his facial expressions, like a contortion of his face, and a slight pout appearing on his beautiful face... or in his own words.
"...Ew." That was the only comment he made when you showed him the photo of the person you were going to record with...
Even if he gets jealous about this whole situation, he would try not to think about it too much, otherwise he might just stay with a sullen face all day long.
But all you have to do is give him a few kisses and he'll melt right away and forget about it!!
If some of his friends (probably Goshiki and Tendou...đ) asked him if he was jealous of your kissing scene, teasing him, he would probably let another comment slip out.
"Why would I be jealous of someone who doesn't even know how to kiss well?"
â°â⤠Suna Rintarou
When you talk to him about it, you can be sure that he would immediately pull out his cell phone to research the actor who will do the scene with you.
He didn't say this to you, but he did it in the hope of finding some controversy in which the person is involved, so he can show it to you...đ§ââď¸
Somehow, I see him as someone who is very much in the know about things that happen in the world of celebrities, the internet, etc.
So if he was a well-known actor, I think Suna would recognize him and other movies/series he was in and comment on it for you.
"He has the charisma equivalent to that of a door. Why did they put someone so boring in that role?"
I don't think he would be too jealous, but he is too clingy, so I think he would just cling to you all day while making fun of the situation.
â°â⤠Atsumu Miya
If you told him that the world would be invaded by aliens and all of humanity would be exterminated, it would be less important for him than hearing that you were going to kiss someone other than him...
He acts in such a dramatic way, it's as if you're actually going to marry the person you're going to do the scene with.
"LET ME DO THE SCENE WITH YOU INSTEAD OF HIM!!" "Tsumu... you are not an actor..." "Huh, I guess now I'll have to give up my career as a volleyball player and become an actor..."
He's the kind of guy who when he's jealous, he crosses his arms while tapping his foot impatiently on the floor, rolling his eyes while huffing in annoyance, waiting for you to pay attention to him.
But despite that, of course he would watch your movie, after all, he wouldn't miss any work his beloved participated in!!
But when the kiss scene came on screen, he would do anything to grab the TV remote and skip that scene, swearing that this scene adds nothing to the film's purpose.đ
â A/N: I'm obsessed with Alien Stage and that's all I can think about...... You guys have no idea, this has completely changed my life (for the worse)đđ¤ŠđĽ°đ¤Šđđ¤Šđ
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New life
!! SPOILERS - Careful, Venom The last dance spoilers here !!!
I was wondering while watching the movie if that would give me new ideas for Eddie and his tiny alien, and yes, yes it did.
When Y/N had met Eddie Brock in a New York cafe, he had hesitated at first before accepting her into his life.
It had taken him several weeks to open up, talk to her, understand that she liked him, and then admit that he liked her too.
Once he had offered her his trust, he had explained why to her. Really explained everything, adding that he understood that she thought he was crazy and that she would decide to run away from him when he was done.
First, he had completely ruined his career and his relationship with his fiancĂŠe Anne by being selfish and stupid. For a long time, Eddie had refused to see the truth, making excuses, but he had to admit that it was all his fault.
Then, there was Venom. The alien symbiote who had brought as much joy as problems into his existence, before sacrificing himself to save him, along with the rest of humanity.
"He was my best friend." he said, trying to hold back his sobs. "He could be annoying, but I wasn't a gift either. We were supposed to see the Statue of Liberty together, but⌠Well. I miss him a lot. It's weird not hearing from him all the time. It's hard without him."
Not only did these revelations not scare Y/N away, but she found herself even more in love and touched by this wounded man who was doing his best to move forward despite everything he had been through.
Like a wild animal, it took a little more time to reassure Eddie that she really loved him and especially that he wasn't going to lose her.
For their first date, he offered her an ice cream, not far from Lady Liberty. Y/N took his hand, to support him, but especially so that he knew that she wasn't going to try to make him forget Venom.
Just because they were together didn't erase everything he'd experienced with his alien parasite friend, who was a lot like a boyfriend when he told her all their stories.
"Nah, just a friend."
"You said you loved each other."
"Like buddies."
"You had arguments as a couple. He was jealous and protective. You gave him chocolate on Valentine's Day."
"Once ! And to keep him quiet. And the rest was just a symbiote thing."
"You admitted to me that he 'took care of' your erections when he was in full form. Why did you have erections anyway ?"
"⌠Shit, I was in a relationship with Vee."
He cried again, in shock. Not because he was ashamed, but because he had not understood the nature of their relationship, much more intense than simple friendship. He did not blame Y/N for opening his eyes, as she did not hold back from doing so, thinking that it was necessary for him to grieve properly.
Several months passed, life continuing in an excellent direction.
After using his contacts and abilities, Eddie Brock had become a formidable reporter in New York, even if he was a little more careful about his methods and the people he wrote about.
In his private life, he made Y/N very happy, learning from his past mistakes to become the best boyfriend possible. No secrets, no lies, no manipulation to get information for an article. They were not in symbiosis, but almost.
Much more relaxed and open than before, he kept his calm in most situations. Even when they had some cockroach problems. Or rather one cockroach problem.
"It's still there." Eddie noted while drinking his coffee, observing the insect that was partially hidden behind the couch.
"Do you want me to call someone ?"
"Nah. He doesn't hurt anyone, that little guy. We don't leave food lying around, we throw out our trash. No point in staying here or calling his friends. He must be lost, he'll leave eventually."
"What if he thinks you're so cool that he tells the others to come over just so he can watch you sleep ?"
"Eww, babe, gross. Listen, if he's still here in a week, I'll take care of him. But it must be a neighbor with questionable hygiene who has a colony, he'll go back there."
The cockroach stayed, but like Eddie had said, he wasn't that much of a nuisance. Most of the time he was nowhere to be found, otherwise he stayed in his corner.
Strangely, he showed up when the couple was together, as if he was waiting to watch them. His presence was still abnormal, in addition to being possibly dirty, so Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands, trying to get him out.
"I know you're the most impossible thing to kill on this Earth." she said to the cockroach that was hiding under the closet. "And besides, Eddie decided he didn't want you to die, so let me put you in this jar, I'll take you to a landfill, and you'll be the happiest little cockroach, okay ?"
Of course, the insect wasn't ready to cooperate, putting itself as far away as possible, in an impossible place to reach. It was ridiculous, but Y/N had the impression that it understood perfectly what she was saying.
Eddie found her on the living room floor, her hand under the closet, trying for several hours to catch it.
"Need some help ?"
"Thanks, Eddie, it's between him and me now."
"Poor little thing that has no chance against someone stronger than them. Accept that he's winning."
"You're hilarious. He's staring at me without moving, he's making fun of me, it's personal. I'm pretty sure I saw him smile."
"You been upside down for a long time, babe ?" he asked as he sat down next to her, rubbing her back. "Come on, I'll take care of it, I'll get rid of the horrible monster."
"No, Eddie⌠PleaseâŚ"
It was probably the first time someone had dropped their shoe to cry and try to hug a cockroach, but Eddie being an extraordinary man, Y/N was only half surprised. Same thing when the insect started talking again, small tentacles coming out of it to wrap around her boyfriend. She had thought she had imagined that voice.
Losing its dark color, the creature was thrown out the window, while the tentacles remained around Eddie, before disappearing, as if absorbed by his heart. Then an alien head appeared near his shoulder.
"Wait⌠Is that Venom ?" she asked, a bit lost. "You told me he was dead."
"I thought so too ! Last time, he was just exhausted but still inside me, but this time⌠Vee, I thought I'd never see you again !"
"Eddie⌠I told you it wasn't goodbye. It took me a lot longer than I thought to find you. Cockroaches are tough, but their legs are tiny, not as fast as a horse. And then⌠I saw you with your new love. So I didn't know if you'd want me to come back."
"But of course IâŚ"
Remembering the discussion they had had, Eddie turned to Y/N, as if he was scared. Now that he knew the feelings he had for his symbiote, without ever realizing it when they were together, it was embarrassing to say that he wanted him back while he was in a relationship with her.
Maybe Venom had insisted for a long time that he get back with Anne, because it seemed to be the key to his host's happiness, but then there had been no one between them.
The alien didn't know Y/N. He had spent several days observing her, seeing if she was good enough for his Eddie, and after accepting that she was a suitable partner, he had wondered if he wasn't going to ruin everything by showing himself.
After all, Eddie had often said that it was his fault that he had lost everything. Venom didn't agree, he knew that most of his host's problems were the result of his bad decisions, but maybe he had turned his life upside down a bit, forcing him to give up certain things for him, like Vee had given up certain things to please him.
A relationship was certainly one of those things. With Anne, it might have been possible since she knew about the symbiote, but someone new ? That would have been hard to sell.
"You told her about me ?" Venom realized as he stared at Y/N. "Weren't you ashamed ? Didn't you repress your feelings because of the stupid social conventions that say men should be strong and insensitive ?"
"Of course I told her about you. I made a lot of resolutions after⌠After. I wanted to honor your memory, while being honest with Y/N."
"That's good, Eddie ! You're a little less of a loser !"
"Thanks, buddy, so nice."
Poor Eddie grimaced, probably accepting that this insult was a compliment, but Y/N quickly understood that there was a parallel, silent discussion going on between them in his head. She could easily guess that Venom was wondering if he would be able to stay, if she would leave because of him, or worse if his host would have to make a choice, which would make him unhappy.
Ensuring the happiness of his human was so important to him that the symbiote would have been ready to stay hidden under their couch, to be close to him without risking disturbing him. Who could hate such an adorable alien ?
"If we don't adopt chickens, and we buy lots of chocolate, I guess cohabitation won't be impossible." she smiled shyly, before they found the courage to ask her opinion.
"Babe ? Really ?"
"You really chose well, Eddie ! She might even be too good for you !"
"Thanks Vee, really super nice again. But babe, are you sure ? He can be⌠We are⌠You can say it if you find it weird."
"It's weird, but it doesn't bother me."
Almost every day, Eddie kissed her tenderly, in the morning, before leaving for work, when entering their apartment, when they went to sleep, but he had never been so passionate when he kissed her at that moment, repeating that he loved her.
As if he had been there forever, the alien had surrounded them with his tentacles in an attempt of a hug, commenting on the scene that he considered the most beautiful and romantic thing he had ever seen, even better than in his favorite telenovela with Maximiliano. He immediately ordered them to watch it when Y/N told him that she didn't know who he was talking about.
Not as invested, Eddie fell asleep on the sofa, keeping her in his arms and snoring lightly in her neck, while Venom explained the previous episodes to her with great excitement, as if everything was normal.
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BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER - CHAPTER 5
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CHAPTER 5: | MIDSUMMERS |
Shortly after you arrived at the Midsummerâs party, your mother eagerly pulled you and Rafe aside for a picture. Her voice was filled with excitement, and she positioned you both perfectly, aiming to capture that flawless, picturesque moment. Rafeâs arm slipped around your shoulder, his fingers resting lightly against your skin, but you could feel the tension radiating from him. The stiffness in his posture, the way he held himself, spoke volumes. It was as if he was just waiting for the ordeal to be over, the tight smile on his face barely masking the turmoil underneath.
You knew he was struggling. Even though you had matched your dress to his suitâa subtle declaration of something shared between youâthe reality of your situation loomed large. Sarah, your best friend and his sister was an invisible barrier between you. And no matter how much you wanted to be with him, you both knew it wasnât that simple. As much as Rafe appreciated the gesture, the symbolism of your coordinated outfits, he was weighed down by the knowledge that you could never truly be together in the way he longed for, not while Sarah stood in the middle of it all.
He was already thinking that maybe he needed to distance himself from you. Maybe that was the only way to keep things from spiraling out of control. The thought gnawed at him, his mind churning even as he stood beside you, pretending for the camera. You sensed his internal battle, the way he seemed almost desperate to leave, and it hurt more than you wanted to admit. When your mother finally finished taking pictures, Rafe left without a word, slipping away before you could say anything, before you could even hope for a compliment. You felt a pang of disappointment, the sting of rejection settling deep in your chest. It felt stupid to even hope heâd say something nice, acknowledge how you had dressed to match him, how much effort youâd put in to show you cared.
Your eyes followed him as he walked away, weaving through the crowd until he joined his friends. You watched as his face transformed, a smile breaking across his lips, his laughter loud and carefree at whatever joke they were sharing. It was like heâd flipped a switch, turning into a different version of himselfâone that was easy, light, untouched by the weight that had been pulling him down just moments before. You stood there, feeling a strange emptiness as you observed him, part of you wishing you could be part of that world, where things werenât so complicated.
âLook how great these turned out, sweetheart!â your motherâs voice pulled you back, but you barely registered her words. She held out her phone, swiping through the photos sheâd just taken, but your eyes kept drifting back to Rafe, your thoughts wrapped up in the space between you.
âMmhmm,â you murmured absently, not even glancing at the screen. Your gaze remained fixed on Rafe, the way his eyes crinkled as he laughed, his entire demeanor so different from when heâd been standing beside you. Something about it twisted painfully in your chest.
Before your mother could notice your distraction, you abruptly excused yourself, muttering something about needing a drink. You made your way to the bar, grabbing a glass of champagne and hoping the alcohol would help numb the ache inside you, and blur the sharp edges of everything you were feeling. You took a sip, then another, the bubbles fizzing against your tongue as you tried to lose yourself in the small, meaningless ritual of drinking.
You needed to forget. You needed to stop thinking about him, about the way his arm had felt around you, about the way he hadnât said a word before walking away. Maybe if you drank enough, youâd be able to let go of the disappointment, the hurt that had settled like a stone in your stomach.
Sarah found you quickly after, her face bright with excitement, oblivious to the storm of emotions brewing inside you. She grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the dance floor, her laughter infectious as she spun you around. You forced yourself to smile, to laugh along with her, pretending that everything was fine. For a little while, it almost worked. You danced, letting the music and the movement take you away, letting Sarahâs joy cover the cracks in your heart.
But when the music slowed and your feet began to ache, you made your way to the edge of the dance floor, standing alone beside one of the tables. You picked up another glass of champagne, hoping it would keep your mind from wandering back to him to the way he looked at you, to the way he made you feel. You took a sip, the cool liquid doing little to calm the storm inside you.
You were staring blankly at the bubbles in your glass when you felt someone approach you. Turning around, you were surprised to see your mother walking toward you with a familiar figure trailing behind her. âY/N, look who I found,â she said cheerfully, stepping aside to reveal your ex. âHeâs back in the Outer Banks.â
Your stomach twisted, the sight of him making your skin crawl. You forced a tight, bitter smile, hating how clueless your mother was, how she had no idea what really happened between the two of you. The pain he had caused, the betrayal you had feltâit was like she was parading it around, blissfully unaware.
âMaybe you two can continue where you left off,â she suggested, her voice light as if she was proposing something harmless, something sweet and innocent.
âNo way. Definitely not,â you replied sharply, the words coming out more forcefully than you intended. Your motherâs face fell, her brow furrowing in confusion, but you didnât care. You couldnât care, not with him standing there, looking at you with that arrogant, wicked smirk.
âI think sheâs already seeing someone else,â your ex said smoothly, his eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction. The way he looked at you made your skin prickle with rage.
You shot him a death glare, feeling the anger rise like bile in your throat. This was exactly what you were afraid ofâhim trying to ruin things for you, spreading lies just to get under your skin.
Your motherâs eyes widened in surprise. âYou do? Who?â she asked, turning to you with a mix of curiosity and concern.
âYou might know himââ your ex began, his tone mocking, but you cut him off sharply, your voice trembling with fury.
âShut up, Y/EX/N,â you snarled, not caring about the people around you, the way heads turned at your outburst.
He sneered at you, his words dripping with venom. âWhat? You donât want your mother to know how Rafe got into your good graces?â
That was the breaking point. The anger exploded inside you, blinding and hot, and before you knew it, your hand was swinging through the air, slapping him hard across the face. The sound echoed sharply, and you saw the red mark bloom on his cheek, a perfect imprint of your rage.
âY/N!â your mother gasped, her voice high with shock and dismay, but you didnât wait to hear what else she had to say. You turned on your heel and stormed off, your heart pounding in your chest, your hands shaking with the adrenaline coursing through you.
You fled inside, your steps quick and unsteady as you headed to the bathroom. Once inside, you locked the door behind you and sank against it, the tears spilling over, hot and unrelenting. Your body shook with sobs, the force of them ripping through you, tearing apart the composure you had tried so hard to keep. The makeup you had spent so much time perfecting was ruined, mascara streaking down your cheeks, your eyes red and swollen.
It felt like you had been there for hours, trapped in the small, suffocating space, your mind spinning with everything that had happened. The way he had looked at you, the things he had saidâit was like he was determined to tear down everything you were trying to build, to drag you back into the darkness of the past. He had always been like that, manipulative and cruel, turning everything around to make you feel like you were the one in the wrong.
Eventually, the sobs subsided, leaving you drained and hollow. You looked at yourself in the mirror, wincing at the reflection staring back at you. The girl in the glass looked broken, her makeup smeared, her eyes puffy and red. You grabbed a wet tissue and tried to wipe away the worst of it, but it didnât help much. You looked just as wrecked as you felt inside.
You knew you couldnât stay hidden in the bathroom forever, no matter how much you wanted to. You had to go back out there, face the music, face him. But you couldnât stay at the party, not with him lurking around, not with everyone watching, whispering. You needed to leave, to get out, to breathe.
Taking a deep breath, you pushed open the door and slipped back outside. You tried to make yourself as inconspicuous as possible, hoping to avoid any more confrontations, but as you moved through the crowd, you felt eyes on you. Not just any eyesâhis eyes.
Rafe noticed you the second you stepped back into the light. He had been wondering where you disappeared to, his gaze sweeping the crowd until he spotted you. As you came closer, he saw the smudged makeup, and the puffy eyes, and it hit him like a punch to the gut. You had been crying. His mind raced with questions, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and worry. Had he done this? Was it because of him? Or was it something else, something he couldnât protect you from?
He moved toward you, his steps quick and determined, his presence like a shield as he closed the distance between you. His tall frame blocked out the noise and chaos of the party, making you feel small and protected in his shadow. He looked down at you, his blue eyes searching your face, filled with concern.
âWhat happened? Have you been crying?â Rafeâs voice was gentle but insistent, and you could see the worry etched in the lines of his forehead.
You turned your gaze away, not wanting him to see the raw vulnerability in your eyes. âItâs fine, Rafe,â you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady, but the way it cracked on the last word betrayed you.
âItâs not fine, Y/N,â Rafe said firmly. He reached out, his fingers lifting your chin, guiding your eyes back to his. The touch was so tender, so unexpected, that it made your heart ache. âWhy did you cry?â
You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. You wanted to tell him, to let him know how your ex had tried to humiliate you, how heâd tried to expose whatever fragile thing was blossoming between you and Rafe. But you knew what would happen if you did. Rafe would lash out, his anger erupting like a storm, and you didnât want that. Not here, not now.
âCan we go somewhere we can be alone?â you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
Rafe didnât hesitate. He grabbed your hand, his grip firm but careful, and led you back inside. You followed him down a quiet hallway, away from the prying eyes and the noise of the party. He opened a door and pulled you into a small, dimly lit room, closing the door behind you. It felt like a sanctuary, a place where the rest of the world couldnât reach you.
âWill you tell me now?â Rafeâs voice was filled with concern, his eyes locked on yours as he waited, his body tense with anticipation.
âIf you promise me you wonât do anything,â you said, your voice trembling. You needed to know he wouldnât make things worse, wouldnât go storming off to confront your ex and turn the party into a battlefield.
Rafeâs jaw tightened. âIt dependsââ
âNo, promise me you wonât do anything,â you insisted, cutting him off. Your eyes were pleading, begging him to understand how much you needed this.
Rafe let out a long, frustrated sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly. âFine. I promise. Now tell me.â His voice was demanding but soft, filled with a worry that made your heart squeeze painfully.
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. âIt was my ex again.â You watched as his eyes darkened, the flash of anger flickering there, but he stayed silent, waiting for you to continue. âHe told my mom thereâs something going on between you and me.â
Rafeâs eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense. âAnd there isnât?â His question hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken feelings between you.
You shook your head slowly. âNo, there is. But I donât want him going around and saying that to everybody.â
Rafe nodded, his jaw clenched. âYeah, I understand.â He paused, and you could see the conflict in his eyes. âWhat do you want me to do? I canââ He started to turn toward the door, his body taut with purpose, but you grabbed his arm, stopping him.
âI told you not to do anything,â you said, your voice firm, even as your heart pounded in your chest.
âButââ Rafe began, his voice laced with frustration, but you cut him off again.
âNot here, at least. I donât want anyone to blame you for everything.â Your voice softened, your fingers tightening around his arm, needing him to understand.
Rafe stared at you, his eyes searching yours. Finally, he sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. âOkay.â He nodded, though his eyes still burned with anger. âBut I donât want to see you crying because of that piece of shit ever again. Do you understand?â
You nodded, your lips curving into a small, grateful smile. âI do.â The fierceness in his voice, the way he was willing to hold back for your sake, made your heart swell. He cared, really cared, in a way that was rare and raw.
Rafeâs lips twitched into a smile, his eyes softening as he looked at you. âGood. I was also worried you cried because of me.â
You frowned, tilting your head slightly. âWhy would I cry because of you?â
âBecause I was kinda ignoring you when we arrived,â he admitted, his voice low, almost sheepish.
âYeah, you did.â You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling the sting of that rejection all over again. âWhy did you?â
Rafe took a deep breath, his eyes dropping to the floor for a moment before meeting yours again. âWe can never be together the way I want.â His voice was filled with quiet desperation, his words heavy with longing. âNot when Sarahâs in the middle.â
âThatâs not true,â you said, shaking your head, your voice steady and sure. âWe can. We just have to figure out how.â
Rafeâs eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face before it was replaced by something softer, warmer. He smiled at you, a genuine, relieved smile. âI also didnât tell you how beautiful you look in that dress.â
Your cheeks flushed, heat creeping up your neck at the compliment. âThank you. So do you,â you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
Rafe stepped closer, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down your spine. âI wish I could take it off of you.â
Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart racing at his words. âRafe...â
âI know, I know,â Rafe nodded, his eyes filled with understanding, though there was a hunger there, barely contained. âWe canât do it, not right now. But I have to at least do thisââ He reached up, cupping your face gently, his thumb brushing against your cheek before his lips met yours.
The kiss was soft at first, tentative like he was testing the waters. You were caught off guard, your mind spinning as you processed the sensation of his lips on yours, the warmth and softness of his touch. Then, without thinking, you kissed him back, your hands reaching up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, more hungry. Rafeâs hands moved down, his fingers brushing along your sides, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him, his mouth pressing harder against yours. His hands slipped under your dress, his fingers gripping and squeezing your butt, drawing a soft moan from your lips.
The sound seemed to snap you both out of the haze you were lost in. You broke the kiss, breathlessly, your forehead resting against his as you tried to steady yourself. Rafeâs hands slid up to your waist, holding you close, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps.
He looked at you, his eyes dark with desire, his voice a strained whisper. âI have to keep myself in control, otherwise...â He trailed off, his grip on your waist tightening as he tried to reign in the desire that was coursing through him.
You nodded, your heart still racing, your body aching with the need to be closer to him. But you knew he was right. This wasnât the time or place. Not yet. You both needed to be careful, to protect whatever fragile thing was growing between you.
âThank you,â you whispered, your voice shaky but sincere.
Rafe smiled softly, his thumb brushing against your waist in a soothing gesture. âAnything for you, Y/N.â
After you and Rafe returned to the party, it felt like you were walking on air. The laughter and music blurred into a distant hum as your thoughts kept drifting back to what had just happened between you. Your fingers brushed against your lips, still tingling from the feel of his kiss, the memory of it fresh and vivid in your mind. Youâd imagined kissing Rafe so many times, but nothing compared to the reality of itâhow soft his lips were, the way his breath mingled with yours, how heâd held you like he never wanted to let go.
You glanced over at him, your heart fluttering as you watched him rejoin his friends. He seemed calm, almost casual, but there was a spark in his eyes, a trace of the intensity that had burned between you just moments ago. He caught your gaze from across the room, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile, and your cheeks heated as the memory of your kiss flashed through your mind again.
It was the first kiss youâd ever shared, and it felt like the world had shifted beneath your feet. There was something almost surreal about it, like you were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that it had actually happened. The way heâd looked at you, the way heâd touched youâit was more than youâd ever dared to hope for. The kiss was gentle at first, hesitant as if he was afraid youâd pull away. But when you kissed him back, and felt his lips press more firmly against yours, it was like something clicked into place.
Your skin still buzzed with the memory of his touch, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers exploring your body with a desperation that mirrored your own. It was like he couldnât get enough of you, and the thought sent a shiver down your spine. You wondered if he felt the same way now if he was as caught up in the memory of your kiss as you were.
You tried to focus on the party, on the people around you, but it was impossible. Every time someone spoke to you, every time you tried to join in on a conversation, your mind wandered back to Rafe. To the way his eyes had darkened with desire, to the sound of your name on his lips, to the way heâd made you feel like you were the only person in the world.
You wished you could talk to someone about it, and share the excitement and confusion swirling inside you. But who could you tell? Sarah, your best friend, would never understand. Sheâd be furious if she knew what was going on between you and Rafe. And that thought tugged at the back of your mind, a shadow that darkened the glow of your memories. You were happy, but you were also terrifiedâterrified of what would happen if Sarah found out, terrified of what this all meant.
Rafe seemed to be handling things better than you were. You watched as he laughed and joked with his friends, his easy confidence back in place. But every now and then, his gaze would flicker over to you, and in those brief, stolen glances, you saw the truth. He was thinking about it, too. About you, about that kiss. About everything that had changed between you in the span of a heartbeat.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, trying to push past the swirling mess of emotions inside you. You needed to get a grip, to figure out what you were going to do next. You couldnât keep walking this tightrope, teetering between your feelings for Rafe and your loyalty to Sarah. Something had to give.
But for now, all you could do was relive that kiss, the way it had felt to finally have him close, to feel his lips against yours, to know that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. And as the night went on, you clung to that memory, letting it wrap around you like a warm, comforting blanket. Whatever happened next, youâd always have that moment, that perfect, fleeting kiss that had changed everything.
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Back to Bed Pt. 2
Summary: Terry and Y/N had been married for just over 7 years with 3 beautiful children and a blooming self defense business theyâd built together to show for it. Having started their relationship at the beginning of Y/Nâs journey into discovering her submissiveness and Terryâs first stationing as an instructor - Terry had been her only dom and thus knew her like the back of his hand and Y/N has been the only sub to experience the harshest version of his dom giving her the same privilege over him. Having been pregnant with their baby girl upon coming home to the Sandy Springs situation, Terry has been using it as an excuse, too afraid to lean all the way into his dom personality the way he had with Y/N before his last tour.
After they get into an argument, again, about the events of Silver Springs and how even after the last few years of stitching their life back together, he still only talked to Summer about everything that happened and was handling her with kid gloves, Y/N separates from him best she can. Completely at a crossroads of what to do to feel like sheâs still her husbandâs wife and losing all the fight to try and figure it out, she gives Terry the silent treatment and isolates from him, doing her best to only be in the same room with him when the kids are. After weeks of her barely acknowledging him or the argument, Terry is tired of going to bed alone when his wife is sleeping in the guest room right below him. His plan? Let the dom in him handle it and finally confess his monsters.
WARNINGS: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, d/s themes, smut, angst
A/N: I almost forgot to tag folks, literally stayed up all night finishing this part. Charge it to my head not my heart.
Tags: @kirayuki22 @blyffe @scorpiosaintt @kaylaahisthebestest- @captainwithoutmakingitlove @nayaesworld
A/N: Thank you to all the Terry girls out there that have created a monster in me for this man in literally less than a week. Story inspired by @megamindsecretlair âs âI Swear Iâll Never Leaveâ oneshot and @keyaho âs âR.E.L.L.S.â series.
A/N: There will be at least one more part. Kinda proofread, sorry in advance for any mistakes.
Just as he had finished the thought staring down at her with his arms folded and his mind racing with all the ways he could have this night go, she delivered exactly the push that would make him give them what they both needed, obviously.
âJust because Iâm down here giving you all sorts of ideas, doesnât mean Iâm going to comply just like that.â
He raised a lone eyebrow and responded, âIs that so kitten?â
Y/N nodded her head, causing Terry to tighten his hands around his folded forearms. It was something small, but now that they understood each other and were officially in the scene he knew that she knew what that answer meant. He held his hand up to his ear and said, âcome again kitten?â
âYes,â she answered.
âYes, what?â
âYes that is so.â
âYou testing me mama?â Terry asked while holding her chin to keep their gazes locked.
Y/N shrugged and struggled to keep her smirk entirely off her face as she moved her face right out of his grasp, seeing the exact reaction sheâd been hoping for flash behind his eyes.
Terry grabbed her hair by the base of her neck and yanked harshly, leaning into her face as close as possible while he practically snarled out, âYou will use your words.â
Y/N smiled blatantly now, what could be considered a demented smile, raising an eyebrow as if to mock his signature move with her, and replied, âOr what?â
âOr what?â Terry repeated confused and baffled by the audacity his kitten was showing. Heâd already told her how close to snapping heâd been, warned her of the dangers of interacting with him in this state, and she still chose to provoke him. His mind couldnât wrap his head around the minx that was kneeled before him, it seemed he wasnât the only one hiding a different beast. She was usually always so compliant, even when being bratty it was easy to get her to fold to his commands, but not now. âOr what?â he repeated again, more so as a statement as he loosed the grip he had on her hair to rub the base of her skull.
The second he watched those beautiful eyes close accompanied by the sound of the barest of moans, he slapped her face 3 times in a row, open palmed like before. When her eyes and mouth popped open, his finger fucked her throat with 3 of his fingers until she was a slobbery mess. Heâd pressed down on her tongue, effectively gagging her, leaned in close to her face and licked from her top lip back to her ear to grasp it between his teeth.
âYou bout to find out and I donât want no sounds out of you except ones of pleasure, mine and yours.â
Y/N smiled at him when he pulled away to look at her again but it quickly dissipated when his became sinister. âIâm bout to fuck you so good you beg me to stop and Iâm going to keep,â he slapped her face one, âgoin,â a second slap made her cream her panties, soaking through to the sleep shorts covering them.Â
He didnât have to see it to know it because he knew her expressions, had learned them thoroughly over the years enough to know her involuntary orgasm face. It was his favorite afterall. Terry let his wet fingers slip out of her mouth and immediately put his dick in while it was stil hanging open. Despite having plans to tie her down and fuck her sensely in their bedroom, something about this moment made him desperate to have this.
As soon as Y/N lifted her hands to hold onto his hips he popped the side of her face. âYou already know what time it is mama, stop testing me.â
It really wasnât fair how he was holding a one-sided conversation with her knowing damn well that she couldnât respond, only react. He was using everything he knew about Y/N against her and this was the one arena that she welcomed his attention to detail. Her pussy couldnât stop clenching around nothing since he let out that âfuckâ earlier.
Only thing Terry was focused on was his nut and her compliance. Despite clenching her fists at her sides for a bit with no problem she had the audacity to reach for his pussy. HIS pussy!
He pulled himself from the depths of her throat and pulled her to stand by the grasp he suddenly had on it so fast that Y/N officially couldnât think anymore. Even the following slap barely registered as her fight or flight responses pulled her psyche in separate directions. One part of her trying to witness the moment from outside her body while the other wanted to lean into all the sensations he was making her feel.
âYou acting up a little too much for my liking kitten, letâs fix that huh?â
Terry grasped her arm and turned her over his knee, using his foot to sweep her off of hers as he sat, in such a swift motion that she couldn't have counteracted it if she tried. Gathering the second arm into the same hand that had the other at the base of her spine he got right to work. Heâd gotten to his 6th blow before her body tensed up from finally feeling them all at once. Terry was not being gentle and she knew in this moment that he was definitely going to mark her every way he can, starting with the bruises that were sure to start appearing on her ass in a few hours. He let her ride out the sensations for a few moments, rubbing her butt with all the love and care he had for her before he was back to quick pops. By the time he stopped the 3rd time, heâd reached 25 and she was on the precipice of an orgasm if her moans were any indication, but he didnât want that just yet.
âWhy you actinâ up so much, huh?â
Y/N was on a high that just kept going up with every second under his hands. She had never experienced her subspace like this before and she was greedy for more. There was a small part of her that asked what if she pushed too far, but it wasnât loud enough to stop her from looking back at him with fresh tears in her eyes from her most recent punishment, opening her mouth to say, âmaybe you just donât how to punish me.â
If she thought he looked menacing before, that was nothing compare to the monster that appeared as he rained 5 more slaps that were far slower and far heavier on her ass cheeks. She wanted to keep looking him in the eyes, happy to see this hidden side of him, but she had no control over her body as she came again, eyes and head rolling, muscles tightening. She could swear heâd shown her the universe with the way the darkness behind her eyes lit up.
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Veilguard is such a weird game.
It's not a Dragon age game, it's bately a role playing game. It's an ok action. Even though it is the most stable AAA release it is still just a bunch of barely tied together stuff in a trench coat.
The writing (insultingly dumbed down and absolutely incapable of taking itself seriously untill the last 1/6 of the game) is all over the place, the direction is nonexistent judging by the tonal shift from one quest to another. We can have very heart felt monologue about the fear of death sit right next to a conversation where a lot of things are told using one specific phrase (I really hope in a clumsy attempt at emphasis) repeated till these words lose any meaning to you.
There's also a problem of role-playing in this "rpg" and the Rook. None of your dialogue choices matter in terms of defining your character, no matter the option you choose, the general conversation will carry the upbeat silly tone. "Your backstory and class matter more than your race" works untill it doesn't, like when you are a dwarf but you are denied your own journey and realizations tied to the titans, and maybe it is not your journey to take yet you can't even try to be a part of it, even when Harding is actively reaching out to other dwarves to share this connection. It's also weirdly more interested in writing romance between npcs than for the main character (Lucanis comes to mind, it feels like the game is actively punishing you for pursuing him, you have to lose the whole shadow dragon faction, you won't get to hang out with Dorian and still you have bare minimum and he more interested in Neve anyway), that's extremely funny that this game is player-sexual yet completely player-aromantic. (And I miss the dai option where you can come up and kiss your LI whenever you feel like it).
I won't even touch on the weird and unnecessary sanitation of everything, like we can't allow people or factions to have negative traits whatsoever. And it's not "southern propaganda", it's "we are not engaging with complex topics for the sake of clear dichotomy between good us and evil overlords". Speaking of which
The whole plot.. The general idea of it is ok. You come to stop Solas, you make the situation go sideways, you have to work together to fix your mistakes and maybe learn to sympathize with the antagonist haunted by his own transgressions with the main theme being legacy and your relationship with your culture and the baggage it brings. But the journey is a complete disaster. Part of it works solely because the characters absolutely Refuse to make a plan and the other - because the main character has a blunt head trauma. Maybe it's related. Maybe it's all a mass hallucination. I may try to elaborate on how it's absolutely ridiculous how little the inquisition and the politics have any impact in this game yet somehow 8 people squatting in the Fade with no political affiliations are held responsible for providing for every faction they come across. I won't even try to make sense of it. It's the usual case of "the main character does everything".
The direction is not only absent in the writing. Some lines that are ok in text delivered in such a way you may think they were allowed only to use the very first take.
The music is absolutely forgettable. Also the odd riff during the dramatic reveal absolutely took me out because I thought I heard kazoo (but I bet Varric would love it).
The visuals are.. Ok. It's pretty on the first glance but the more you travel the more you realize that the general design of the locations are kinda lacking. They have this weird gradient that makes everything a little bit more unfocused and a bit washed out. There are also too many cases of the horisont just drowning in the fog. Air perspective is great and it suits locations like Necropolis, but I would argue that these establishing shots should be used for environmental storytelling in other places, with some focal points in the background, like during the final mission where you see the world absolutely drowning in the blight, devouring local statue of liberty. Or the dead Titan. Or the first shot of the Veil jumper forest (I forgot how it's called) where you see the ruins going into he sky. But because of the fog (or sometimes darkness) it feels like the game is more interested in cheating the optimisation than to hint on the bigger picture (like the chantry and the gallows buildings that you can see almost from all locations in DA2 or the andrastian/dread wolf imagery of inquisition)
So, in conclusion. Not the worst game I played, yet disappointing, even if we pretend it's not an installment of a beloved franchise that people were waiting for 10 years.
Ps. Also making such a game with nerfing all the lore only to nuke all the legacy locations is a choice I won't ever understand. It's like it is not for the fans and it's not for the new people but a secret third thing.
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In the wake of hearing that DC is making a Dick Grayson and Jason Todd movie and that they're supposedly gonna be screwing up Dick and Jason's backstories, I started thinking about what kind of Nightwing & Red Hood movie I would want to see, in addition to what kind of batfam movies in general I would want to see. I offer for consideration:
Nightwing and Red Hood: Last Defenders. While on patrol, Nightwing stumbles upon the hints of a truly diabolical plot taking shape to topple not just Gotham, but possibly the entire planet while the majority of Earth's heroes are presently indisposed, including most of the batfam. Batman and most of the JL are off world, the Titans are tied up, even Alfred's away, etc- leaving Nightwing and Red Hood as the only two people left to defend Gotham. This is set in a world sometime after UtRH; Jason's identity has been revealed, and he has an uneasy truce settled with the Bats ("you don't bother me, I don't bother you"). The movie follows them through their journey as Dick tries to convince Jason to work with him, they narrowly escape lots of explosions, and argue about Dick's failings as a brother and everything Jason has done since coming back. It all culminates in an epic 2v1 battle with the Big Bad and resolves with them saving the day and coming to an emotional understanding- a hopeful ending, looking towards a future in which Jason might be able to improve his standing with the Bats. BONUS END CREDITS SCENE: Bruce arrives home to a quiet manor. He goes to the kitchen and makes some tea. Goes to the den, and draws up short in the doorway. Dick and Jason are sprawled across the couch, half on top of each other, dead asleep. The credits of a movie are scrolling on the TV. Bruce buffers for a moment, before smiling and deftly whipping out his phone and snapping several pictures. Then he turns off the TV, drapes a blanket over them, and kisses both of them on the forehead.
The Waynes in: Mission Impossible. Bruce and his sons must attend the fancy gala of Evil Rich Man, and foil his diabolical supervillain plot while undercover as the Wayne family. Ideally, without ruining the gala. (Spoiler: they ruin the gala). This is firmly an action comedy, with maybe some sprinkles of family angst thrown in. Otherwise, though, this movie includes a gratuitous amount of puns, the Wayne Men in really sharp tuxes, Jason blowing up several things, Tim and Bruce holding the only braincells in the operation, Jason losing his suit jacket and tie 5 minutes into the gala, and Bruce being Tired. At a later point in the mission they need a distraction, and without hesitation Damian whips around and punches Tim in the face. They proceed to have a very loud and explosive fistfight. Tim YEETS Damian into the dessert table. Bruce groans into his hands.
The Battle of Wayne Manor. Dick, Jason, and Alfred are the only ones home to defend the Manor against a dangerous team of superhuman home invaders, Home Alone style. As soon as the three of them are aware of the situation, Alfred marches over to a panel in the wall, opens up a secret compartment, and pulls out an AK-47. "I have not spent three-fourths of my life at this Manor for a group of brutish, arrogant thugs to think they can just waltz in and lay claim to the place. As you like to say, Master Jason- let's light em up, boys." This can be a serious film or another action comedy. It's pretty much just Home Alone with some guns thrown in. They blind the invaders with several disgustingly bright glitter bombs and then Alfred whips out from behind a corner with his rifle, they've got booby traps on all the staircases, Jason's throwing pies at people, etc. The most important detail is that they successfully defend their home as civilians. No use of vigilante skills whatsoever. The news are baffled and the boys cheekily only comment that Home Alone is a cherished childhood film in their household. This plot could be edited to include Tim, Damian, and even Bruce as well, I just initially thought of it as just Dick, Jason, and Alfred.
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billy x reader - time traveler billy
Everything happens so quickly that you donât have time â at first â to realize how odd the situation is. The manâs clothes make him look like a refugee from a Western, and everything about him, from the curl of his hair to the way he stands marks him out as someoneâŚdifferent, somehow. Not to mention, of course, that heâs standing in the middle of the street, looking about as out of place and freaked out as a squirrel dropped into the middle of the ocean.Â
But even if you could put your finger on it, you donât have the time to consider what makes him so strange.Â
First, youâll have to get him out of the path of the oncoming car.Â
You have, in point of fact, never actually tackled someone before, let alone someone who seems to be quite a bit taller than you and undoubtedly heavier. But you take your best shot, leaning in and diving at his waist, hoping to make him fold like a lawn chair. Maybe itâs just the shock, or maybe you actually find the right angle â you have no idea, but it doesnât really matter. You manage to knock the guy sideways, both of you stumbling toward the safety of the sidewalk as the car screeches past, the driver laying on his horn.Â
You watch as the guy flinches at the noise, actually clapping his hands over his ears as he squeezes his eyes shut, like heâs praying with all his might that the noise will just stop. Fortunately for him, the car turns the corner up ahead, and the sound of the horn fades as it goes. You watch it go, wondering absently how long Speed Racer is going to keep honking, and then you look back at the guy whose life youâve saved.
âAre you okay?â Itâs probably a stupid question, considering what little information you already have, but you donât know what else to say. The guy lowers his hands and squints at you, staring as if youâre the one dressed like an extra from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. âHey â are you alright?â
He shakes his head, more like heâs trying to chase away a bothersome gnat than answering you.Â
Youâre starting to worry that heâs hit his head, although you canât see a cut or a bruise on his temple. Now that youâre looking at him properly, itâs really rather difficult to keep from noticing howâŚwell, how hot he is. Itâs probably â definitely â inappropriate to even think about it, youâre well aware, considering heâs either injured, intoxicated in some way, or just going through it, but you canât ignore the fact now that itâs quite literally staring you in the face.Â
His eyes are large and blue, framed by thick, dark lashes as long as your pinky finger, set above a strong, straight nose that reminds you of a Greek statue, as perfectly sculpted as if itâs been made from marble. His lips are astonishingly full, his jawline and cheekbones each as defined as the dictionary, and you think there just might be the shadow of a dimple in his chin. And heâs tall, too, topping you by nearly a foot, his broad shoulders tapering to an angular waist. You realize, belatedly, that youâre staring, but then again, so is he.
âAre you okay?â you say again. âIs there something I can do for you? Someone I can call?â
He swallows, giving another shake of his head. âI donâtâŚI dunno where I am.âÂ
Itâs the first time youâve heard him speak, and his voice brings to mind sage brush and sunsets, the smoke that swirls over a campfire as it crackles with life, warm and husky, with a twang that makes you think of the bite of whiskey.Â
âOkay,â you say, and without thinking about it, you take his hand. It feels natural, like trying to guide a lost child, or trying to make sure you donât lose him in a crowd. As soon as his palm touches yours, you feel a shock race up your arm, and you have the strangest sensation of a door closing, separating one moment from the next as definitively as an axe splitting wood.Â
His fingers curl around yours, his expression almost pleading.Â
âOkay,â you repeat. âOkay. JustâŚcome with me. Iâll help you.â
You can tell, if not just by the expression on his face â half-hopeful, half-bracing, as if heâs expecting a blow to fall any second â that heâs not used to asking for help, especially not from strangers. It makes your heart hurt just a little bit. You give his hand a gentle squeeze, and youâre softened â or maybe melted â by the way he smiles at you, shy but appearing more heartened than he did just a moment ago.
Then another car whizzes by, and he winces like someone has taken a shot at him. He ducks down, his eyes so wide that they look like a pair of full moons, their cornflower centers the only source of color in his face. âThe hell is that?â
You stare at him. If he didnât look so terrified, youâd think he was joking. But if heâs not joking, then heâs either on an incredible cocktail of drugs, or heâs from that weird isolated cult town in The Village. âItâsâŚitâs a car,â you say.Â
âA car,â he repeats, as if youâve just told him the secret to life in Mandarin.Â
âYeah,â you say. âYou knowâŚa horseless carriage.âÂ
For some reason, this seems to impart some understanding to him, but you can tell heâs still plenty freaked out. âCarriages donât go that fuckinâ fast!â
You try very, very hard not to laugh, but god, itâs hard. Youâre having to draw on nearly every ounce of compassion you have. It helps that, really, heâs not wrong. Not that youâve ever ridden in a carriage, because youâre not Keira Knightley in a period film, but you donât think theyâre capable of speeds like that.Â
âIf it makes you feel any better,â you say, âyou donât have to worry about getting into a horseless carriage with me. I hate driving.âÂ
Now that itâs just the two of you standing on the sidewalk again, the road mercifully free of cars, he seems to relax a little, at least enough to consider your words. âWell,â he says. âThatâs something.âÂ
Not entirely sure where to go, you decide the police station is as good a place as any. It might be a little Hallmark movie of the week, but maybe someone has already filed a missing persons report on him. With that thought, it occurs to you that you need some information first.Â
âDo you remember your name?â you ask.
The look he gives you indicates he has never been quite so offended in his life. You canât help but laugh this time. âWell, I donât know!â you say. âYou donât know where you are, youâre walking around here looking like a puppy at the start of an ASPCA ad â maybe youâre suffering from some kind of amnesia.â
He doesnât look any less nonplussed, but something about your laughter has loosened the muscles in his face. He smiles at you. You try to ignore the way your stomach flips to focus on his answer. âBilly,â he says.Â
You fight the urge to repeat his name, rolling it around in your mouth like candy. âCome on,â you say, his hand still in yours. âWeâre not gonna get anywhere just standing here. Do you trust me?â
He smiles again, though this time with a bit of a razorâs edge to it. âNot like I got much choice, honey,â he says, and then pauses, softens. âYeah. Youâve been nicer to me than most people wouldâve, findinâ a stranger in the middle of nowhere, actinâ like heâs been dropped on his head. I wouldnât have blamed ya if youâd run the other direction.â
You have no idea why, but what springs from your mouth before you can help yourself is: âI couldnât do that to you.â
He studies you for a minute. His gaze feels as physical as a caress, and just as intimate. If not more so. You both do and donât want it to stop.Â
âCome on,â you say again, at least in part to break the silence. âFollow me.â
The two of you start walking, following the weathered gray slabs of cracked, uneven concrete that your small town calls a sidewalk as it winds its way into town.Â
After a few moments of quiet, he says, âYou never told me your name.âÂ
When you introduce yourself, he smiles again. âThatâs nice,â he says. âPretty.â
Your stomach flips again, and you have to remind yourself that you donât know anything about this guy, except â only just now â his name. The fact that heâs tall, gorgeous, and really does give off a hurt puppy sort of vibe doesnât matter. And it definitely doesnât matter that his smile spreads across his face like a sunrise coloring the sky with ribbons of pastels. He could be a serial killer, or if not that extreme, some kind of âÂ
The two of you are still, for reasons not entirely clear to you and probably not much clearer to him, holding hands, so youâre jerked out of your thoughts by the fact that heâs gone stock still.Â
âYouâre takinâ me to the sheriff?â
If the dread clinging to his voice like a weed choking out a weaker plant wasnât bad enough, heâs frozen still on the sidewalk, looking at you as if youâveâŚwell, as if youâve betrayed him somehow. The pit of your stomach turns to ice.
âThe sheriff?â you repeat. You feel oddly, stupidly, disappointed. A guy with nothing to hide doesnât act like this when someone brings him to the authorities. The disillusionment washing over you makes your tongue sharp. âWho the hell are you, Barney Fife?â
He frowns. âI told you my name.â
âYeah, I â never mind.â You shake your head and let go of his hand. The bare skin of your palm feels oddly cold. âWhatâs the matter? I thought someone might be looking for you. Maybe someone filed a missing persons report.â
âI donât think so, darlinâ.â He glances at the police station again, his throat bobbing. A pause, and then, softly, like heâs making a confession: âNobody left that cares about me that much. Unless they wanna cause me some hurt.â
You feel the strangest mixture of sympathetic and prickly, as if youâve been caught doing something wrong by someone who has been directly and seriously hurt by your actions. âWellâŚâ You clear your throat, trying to find the right words to defend yourself. âI mean, listen, what kind of hurt? Are you a criminal or something?â
One corner of his mouth tilts up in a bitter approximation of a grin. âOr somethinâ, honey,â he says. âI got a reputation I never wanted and that Iâm not proud of, anâ not one person reads about me in the paper or sees my name on a wanted posterââ
Wanted poster? But something about his fierce, stung expression keeps your mouth shut.
â â ever gave a damn about the truth. About why I did all that stuff. I didnât want to!â When his voice rises, equal parts angry and hurt, you canât help yourself. You reach for his hand again. He takes a deep breath, his fingers grasping yours. âI didnât want to do any of it. I just wantedâŚI wanted things to get better. Every time I thought they would, they just got worse.â
You know it would make sense to ask what he actually did, but somehow, you canât bring yourself to put the words out there. He looks ashamed and angry, but defiant, too, as if daring you to do it. Or, worse, to pass judgement. But you just press your lips together.Â
âI wanted to go straight,â he says. âI wanted a good job for a respectable boss, so I could keep a roof over my head and food in my belly. Damn it, I just wanted some peaceââ
When his voice breaks, you feel it in your chest, as if a fissure has opened up in your collarbone. Your own eyes burn, a reaction as instantaneous and out of your control as a burning red welt raising up around a beeâs stinger. It hurts you, to see him hurt, and you canât even begin to explain to yourself why that is.Â
âWell, IâŚIâŚâ You fumble your words, not even sure what youâre going to say. But you know you have to say something. âIâŚokay, so, weâllâŚweâll go somewhere else. Weâll figure it out.â
He looks about as shocked to hear you say that as he was by the car burning rubber on the road leading into town. âYou mean it?â
You swallow down the stupid feeling that youâre going to cry, and you nod. âYeah, come on,â you say, and you hold out your hand again. He takes it. âWeâll go back to my place.â
He offers you another crooked smile, but this one is more surprised, almost tender, like youâve shown him something sweet and unexpected hidden in the palm of your hand. âYou sure about that, sweetheart?â he says. âYou donât know me all that well. Iâd understand if you didnât want a strange man in your home.â
Forget not knowing him that well, you donât really know him at all, but you just tell him, âIâm sure.â
Because you are. In what seems to be the theme of the day, you canât explain why, but it just feelsâŚsafe. Despite the little Dateline-themed voice in your head telling you otherwise, you canât ignore the certainty, heavy and inexplicable, that youâve been here before. Heâll step into your apartment and feel at ease, because this isnât the first time heâs been your home. It will fit like an old coat, comfortable and soft and easy.Â
Itâs insane, but you canât turn your thoughts away from it.Â
His fingers lace with yours, and he rubs his thumb over your knuckle. The way heâs looking at you, so intently, his gaze never wavering from yours, makes you feel as though youâre being turned inside out, exposed. The moment when he froze with fear as the two of you approached the police â sheriff â station seems distant in both time and space, like youâve gone forward many miles and many years in time in the space of just a few minutes.
âNo cars, right?â he says, his crooked smile widening. The word cars sits in his mouth like he isnât quite used to the shape of it, but youâre so charmed by the fact that heâs trying to make a joke. That the two of you have a joke to share.Â
âNo cars,â you say.
Youâre walking again. Now and again you pass other people, who look at Billy the way you must have looked at him when you first saw him â eyebrows furrowed, pushing down over their eyes, glance flicking over him as if a quick look will make any more sense than a lingering one. Billy doesnât seem to notice, or if he does, he doesnât seem to care. Heâs too busy looking around at everything else; it all seems to shock him to varying degrees, whether itâs the buildings around you, the streetlights and the power lines silhouetted against the sky, the concrete beneath your feet and the asphalt of the road running beside you.Â
As another car zooms by, Billy lets go of your hand, dosey-doâs behind you, and takes your other hand. Now heâs standing between you and the road. âI donât like those things,â he mutters, more to himself than to you. âBut I like you near âem even less.âÂ
Your apartment building is a brick rectangle studded with windows, a pair of double doors set in the middle at the top of a wide set of concrete steps. You lead Billy inside and he stops as you reach for the elevator button.Â
âWhat the hell?â he says, again speaking under his breath.
You push the button, watching Billyâs face as the call button lights up. He flinches at the ding, looking around for the source of the noise; you squeeze his hand gently. You wonder again where the hell he came from, that every piece of modern technology seems to make as little sense to him as ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics. âItâs okay,â you say. âJust trust me.âÂ
Implicit in your voice is this: I wonât let anything happen to you.
He seems to hear your silent promise, or maybe the words you actually say are enough. Billy smiles thinly and nods.
When the doors slide open, though, he balks. âAre we supposed to go in there?â
âYes. Itâll take us up to the floor my apartment is on, without us having to go up all those stairs.â
He swallows. âOkay.â
You step into the elevator and he trails after you with the air of a child who is expecting a switching out back. When the elevator starts to rise upward, Billy stares at you incredulously. âItâs okay,â you say again. âIt wonât take long, I promise.â
He has a white-knuckle grip on your hand, and he jumps a little at the ding from somewhere above your heads as the elevator comes to a stop. When the doors slide open, he relaxes a little. âThatâs all?â
âThatâs all,â you confirm, and you lead him down the hallway. He waits while you fish your keys out and let yourselves inside your apartment.
As soon as the door closes behind you, Billyâs shoulders soften. You watch him as he looks around, feeling oddly nervous. As if it matters whether or not he likes your place.
Your building is old â you think from the 1920s or thereabouts, if you remember what your landlord said when she showed you the place five years ago â and it shows in the way it looks. Wooden parquet floors the color of honey are softened by rugs that you found at a flea market, a brown velvet couch slouching in front of a square, red-brick fireplace, framed by a mantle scattered with knickknacks. Billy smiles as he wanders over, picking up a little statuette shaped like a cat, wearing a collar of flat chips of glass.
âCute,â he says, offering you another smile, and you feel inordinately pleased.Â
His gaze roams around the living room. To his left, a doorway hung with a beaded curtain leads into the kitchen, and in front of him, a hallway runs to the back of the apartment, with your bedroom on one side and a bathroom on the other. His gaze turns back to the mantle, lifting to the wall above it, where a flatscreen TV is fixed.
âWhat is that?â he says, leaning forward to inspect this dim reflection in the screen. âA mirror?â
Despite yourself, a snort works its way out of your mouth, and he shoots you a wounded look. âSorry,â you say, putting your hand over your mouth. âSorry. No, itâs my TV.â
You have another, smaller one in your room, but you decide one television might be enough for him to deal with right now.
âA â a TâŚV?â he says, repeating the two letters distinctly, as if they have nothing to do with each other. âWhatâs that?â
Your lips part, and you stare at him for a second. âBilly,â you say. âWhere are you from?â
His brow furrows, like he doesnât quite understand what youâre asking. âWell,â he says slowly. âMost recently Iâve been livinâ in New Mexico. Why?â
New Mexico. That really doesnât answer your question. âWhere in New Mexico?â
His puzzled frown deepens, but he doesnât ask why youâre pressing him. Maybe he figures you deserve to know, after saving his life and bringing him back to your apartment. âLincoln, right now,â he says.
You donât know much about Lincoln â or New Mexico, for that matter â but you donât think itâs some reclusive community where they wouldnât know about elevators or cars.Â
The next question you have is crazy, totally insane, really â but you think youâve seen doctors on TV ask concussion victims the same thing. And thatâs definitely all it is. Because thereâs no way this could actually be the problem.Â
âBilly,â you say again. âWhat year is it?â
Now itâs his turn to huff out a laugh through his nose. âWhat year is it? Itâs 1881.âÂ
Youâre so floored by this statement that you blurt out, without much â or any â tact: âNo, itâs not.â
He looks like heâs on the verge of arguing with you, but maybe everything hits him all at once. The cars, the technology he doesnât understand, the very world around him that looks so different from what heâs used to. âWhatâŚwhat year is it, then?â
You blink. â2024,â you say.Â
This time, when he laughs, thereâs no humor in it, only a sharp incredulity. âYouâre crazy,â he says, but without much heat. Itâs almost like a plea, as though heâs offering you the opportunity to take it back. To say something that actually makes sense, because â and you have to give it to him, heâs not wrong â this doesnât make sense at all.
And yet, unless heâs been severely brainwashes or heâs just putting you on, itâs also the only option.
âHow did I get here?â he says, and he sounds â and looks â like he might cry again. âWhat do I do now?â
âI donât know,â you say. Then you reach for him, and even before your hands find his face, heâs moving closer to you. He holds onto your waist, like youâre a lifeline. âI donât know. I donât know how you got here, or why, but youâre not alone, okay? You have me.â
It doesnât even register with you at first that this is an incredibly strange, if not downright dangerous, thing to say to someone you met not even two hours ago. Especially considering youâre saying it to a man who is bigger and undoubtedly stronger than you. But you donât feel like youâre putting yourself at risk.Â
Billy, though, says what youâre thinking, except he says it with a sense of wonder. It almost sounds like a prayer. âI donât even know you,â he murmurs.
Yes, you do.
The thought seems to come from outside of you, as if someone has turned to a fresh page in your mind and written it there in their own hand.Â
Billy says your name, still in that awestruck voice. It feels as though there is a web spun between you, gossamer-fine but indissoluble. The fact that he could be an honest-to-god time traveler makes more sense to you than the idea that you only met him today.Â
â1881,â you repeat, and he chuckles.
â2024,â he returns.Â
âHow old are you?âÂ
âTwenty-two.â
âOh,â you say, relieved. Although technically if heâs twenty-two and from the year 1881, that means heâs around 165 years old, but whoâs counting? âMe too.â
He smiles, an uptick of the corner of his mouth that nonetheless makes your heart skip in your chest. You decide that you want his hands on you, always, his gaze on you, always, but then you remember something else you have to show him.Â
âCome here,â you say, taking his hand again. You lead him down the hallway to the bathroom, the sight of which earns you another look at his stunned, disbelieving face. âOkay. This is my bathroom.â You point. âThatâs a toilet.â You try to remember when toilets were invented. âItâs likeâŚan outhouse. But inside.âÂ
Billy snorts. âI know what a toilet is.â
You hum. Thereâs that, at least. âThis is definitely new,â you say, and you point to the shower. He nods. You have one of those with a glass door, which you â a little embarrassingly, now â have declared with decals of cartoon sea creatures, including a whale, a puffer fish, and a little scuba diver. âRight. This a shower.â
You push the door open, reaching inside and turning the knob so the water comes pouring out. Billy jumps at the sudden noise and stares as steam fill the room. âItâs hot?â he says uncertainly.
âIt can be,â you say. âIf you twist this knob here, it can get cooler, though. But it wonât hurt you.â
âWhat do you do?â he says, peering at the shower. âItâs for bathinâ?â
You nod. âYou justâŚâ You blush and gesture vaguely at his clothes, before gesturing equally vaguely to the floor. âAnd step in. Thereâs soap and shampoo for your hair.â
He smiles crookedly. âAre you tryinâ to tell me I donât smell like roses, honey?â
You laugh a little. âI mean, wellâŚâ
He grins again before looking resolutely at the shower. âOkay,â he says. âIâll try.â
You give him privacy, shutting the door behind you, though you hover nervously in the hallway in case he needs you. Youâre worried about him slipping and falling, so you have to resist the temptation to press your ear against the door. Finally, you hear the water shut off â youâre proud of him for figuring out how to do that, without dousing himself in ice water or boiling himself alive â and you realize, just then, that you have to get him fresh clothes.
âHold on!â you call through the door.
You hurry into your room and find an old college t-shirt that you âborrowedâ from your dad, along with a pair of pajama bottoms that are advertised as unisex but absolutely swim on you at the cuffs, so you hope theyâre long enough for him. You knock on the bathroom door, and when it opens a crack, you hold out the clothes while carefully turning your head away. âHere,â you say. âThese should fit.â
âThank you,â he says, voice muffled by the door, and then he takes the clothes and the door shuts again.Â
You perch on the couch in the living room, waiting for him. The bathroom door opens fully, releasing a cloud of fragrant steam, and you smile encouragingly as you see Billy standing in the doorway. The pants do indeed fit, although the t-shirt hangs on him a little.Â
âWhat did you think?â you ask. âOf your first shower experience?â
Billy chuckles, coming to sit next to you on the couch. Youâre so aware of his proximity that it makes the air between you sing. Thereâs something about the sight of him, freshly showered and smiling, seemingly more relaxed now, that makes you want to lean into him.Â
âIt was nice,â he says. âWarm.âÂ
Youâve lost count of how many times today that itâs happened, but once again, he takes your hand.Â
âThank you for takinâ care of me,â he says softly. âYouâre a sweet girl. Iâm glad I met you.â
Coming from anyone else, being called a sweet girl would make you feel like a toy poodle. But coming from Billy, in his warm, molasses-slow drawl, it just makes you feel warm, like youâre bathing in sunshine.Â
âIâm glad, too,â you murmur.
It would be crazy to kiss him right now, right? You know the answer is yes. You know that. Still, ever since the moment his voice broke outside the police station, youâve feltâŚprotective over him. More than that, youâve felt connected. Itâs as if seeing him break down, even if it was only for a moment, in turn broke down something between the two of you.Â
You remember that sensation when you first took his hand, as if a door had slammed solidly shut between this moment and the rest of your life, and you think maybe there wasnât so much of a barrier up in the first place.
Billy touches your cheek with the very pads of his fingertips, as if heâs afraid that youâre a bubble that will burst from rough contact. âWhat the hell?â he says softly, and you laugh, because you know itâs not really a question youâre supposed to answer. âWe just met today?â
You nod.
âAnd some way or another, Iâve traveledâŚâ A pause while he does the math. â140-odd years in the future?â
You nod again.Â
âAlright, then,â he says mildly, and he kisses you.
It feels like the world turns inside out from a point centered around the two of you, spiraling and twisting outward until it forms again, entirely new, bigger and grander, humming and buzzing like a live-wire. Your hands grasping his shoulders feel like the only reason you arenât just floating away, and the way he grips your waist makes you think he feels the same. You press closer to him, his arms encircling you as he pulls you onto his lap.
A hoarse chuckle comes from somewhere around the fireplace. âYou kids usually take longer than this.â
You jump out of your skin, and before you can blink, you find yourself sprawled on the couch cushions, Billy on his feet in front of you. One hand goes to his belt only to grasp at the air. He scowls and brandishes his fists instead, and thenâ
âOld Moss?â
You sit up. âYou know this guy?â
An old man has his elbow propped on the mantelpiece, a tattered hat perched on his head. Heâs shorter than Billy, stockier, but their clothes are much the same, along with the weathered tan on their faces. The old man, though, has a beard covering the lower half of his face, spilling over his chest like dirty cotton.Â
âIâŚâ Billy shakes his head, seemingly just as flummoxed â if not more â than he was before. âI knew him when I was a kid. He helped my family cross the country.â
The old man â Old Moss â chuckles. âIâm not Old Moss, son,â he says. âI took on this form to make you more comfortable. Otherwise you would have tried to wallop me, I bet, and that wouldnât have been good for you.â
Billy stiffens, and he puts one arm behind him, to keep you behind him on the couch. âWho the hell are you, then?â
Old Moss (you donât know what else to call him) shrugs. âA representative of the universe,â he says, waving his hand to underscore this grand sentiment. âMy speciality is helpinâ lovers find each other in every lifetime.âÂ
A shiver dances down your spine. âEvery lifetime?â you murmur.
âOh, sure,â Old Moss says. âYou two have found each other in every life since your souls first came into being.â He smiles crookedly. âThanks to me. Youâre welcome.â
Another grin creases his face. âThis time, I thought Iâd try things a little bit differently,â he says, shrugging. âIâve never pulled one soul from a different point in time before. I wasnât sure if it would work, to be honest with you.â
He grins again. âJudginâ by the way you were treatinâ her face like an ice cream cone, though, Iâm guessing it did.â
Despite yourself, you giggle.Â
Out of the corner of his mouth, slanting a glance at you, Billy murmurs, âWhatâs aâ?â
âIâll get you one later. Youâll like it,â you assure him, and now you do stand next to him, patting him gently on the shoulder. âDonât worry, though, you kiss better than that.â
Old Moss chuckles. âYou guys got any questions before I go?â
You think for a second. âHow many lives has it been?â
âMmmâŚâ The old man tugs on his beard thoughtfully. âIâd say this is yourâŚI dunno, I lost track. Somewhere around 200, I think, maybe a little north of that.â
Your hand creeps into Billyâs, and he squeezes gently.
âAnd we loved each other in all of them?â you say.
Old Mossâs expression is almost unbearably kind. He nods. âAll of them,â he says.
Billyâs shoulder presses against yours, and you feel the contact from the top of your head to the soles of your feet. Somehow, over 200 lifetimes of loving him doesnât seem like a surprise.Â
âAnâ IâŚI get to stay here with her?â Billy says now. âI donât gotta go back there?â
Buried in the snowy tangles of his beard, Old Mossâs mouth twitches. You canât tell if itâs a smile, or if heâs trying to swallow tears. âYeah, son,â he says. âYou get to stay.â
Billyâs hand tightens around yours, as if heâs worried â despite Old Mossâs confirmation â that someone is going to take him away from you. You grip his hand tighter in turn. Like youâre going to let that happen.
You look over at Billy, and he turns his head to meet your gaze. You can see every one of those lifetimes in his eyes, caught in his gaze like snowflakes on his lashes, and you hope thereâs going hundreds more, going on until the world itself ends. Nothing else will be enough.Â
By the time you can turn your eyes away from him, Old Moss is gone. You look over at Billy again, and he grins at you. âI guess representatives of the universe favor Irish goodbyes.â
You grin back at him, winding your arms around his neck. âIt seems like Iâm stuck with you now,â you say, and he chuckles.Â
âSeems so.â
He leans down to kiss you. The world turns inside out and spirals again â and again â and again â andâŚby the time itâs settled again, and Billy breaks the kiss, you think that youâd be happy if you spent this lifetime and each one to come just doing this.
âSoâŚâ Billy smiles crookedly. âAbout that ice cream cone?â
You laugh. Thereâs a thousand things to set him up with â how the hell does somebody get a Social Security number at twenty-something years old? â but you can figure that out later.
For now âÂ
âLetâs take you to get one,â you say. âAnd Iâll introduce you to the unbeatable combination of gummy bears and ice cream.â
âWhat areâ?â
You laugh, taking his hand and rising onto your toes to peck his cheek. âJust trust me. Youâll love it.âÂ
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â âżť シ TENDING TO THEIR INJURIES ( part i. )
ŕŹ.° ăť thoma シ itto シ childe. genshin impact. repost.
â ďž. ŕź thoma
"i'm okay, i'm okay! i promise."
the way thoma winces when you dress his injuries betrays a forced smile. you study him, brows furrowed in both concern and distress-- concern at his condition, distress at his failed attempts to downplay it.
you want to say a thousand things-- ask him why he's trying to hide the pain, what happened-- but the lump in your throat renders you speechless and the tears that threaten to form shift focus elsewhere. you inhale, shaky-- exhale, and look away from him. he doesn't need another problem-- and it's stupid to cause him worry because you're on the verge of crying.
it's hard to steel yourself when thoma has always been quick to pick up on your emotions and take them to heart. he notices how you struggle to pick up the antiseptic, takes one glance at your face and the way the tears well up, and perhaps that is the most painful of all.
his hands cup your cheeks so gently that you are afraid the tears will spill. how wonderfully loved and safe you feel in his hold.
"please don't cry," thoma reassures you, and you almost think you hear his voice quiver, "please. i'm okay, i really am."
"i'm not." you tell him that, but you are, and now he is, too. you imagine you both look so silly right now, crying and fretting over each other like it's the end of the world. "my allergies are bad."
"oh." thoma laughs through his tears, pinches your cheeks playfully and in meaning of you're okay and so am i. i am grateful. "so are mine."
"we're really bad at lying." you mumble, and he hums in agreement as he kisses your forehead. you place your hands over his, find closure in the idea that he is still with you, here and now. safe.
"thank you for coming back to me." you whisper, and under the stars, thoma presses his lips against yours in need.
â ďž. ŕź itto
itto, you've come to notice, gets hurt more often than one would think. a daring warrior that throws himself entirely into battle, caution and safety disregarded in the midst of adrenaline rushes. he comes home to you with wounds littered across his body; the cheeky smile on his face that appears at the sight of you almost makes the ache in your heart abate. almost.
he tends to forget about the pain, he tells you, so it's okay. he notices the way your jaw clenches at the sentence, how your words of protest die instantly. something in your chest tightens as if someone wrapped their hand around your heart and squeezed and squeezed until the words of innocence fell on deaf ears. because there are only so many times you can see the love of your life injured, and you are losing count.
how many times have you replayed this act before? an unending cycle of hurt and healing over and over again, the scenes blurred and turned into one. you remember where each scar came from -- how you did everything to ensure his wellness, and how the injuries faded into scars to serve as a reminder.
your fingers brush over the gash on his temple. he winces, slightly, but maybe his pain is insignificant in comparison to what you're feeling.
"please be more careful." you say after a long silence. he nods solemnly, finds that his usual lighthearted words of comfort will not do in this situation.
itto leans forward.
"kiss it better?"
you laugh for the first time that night, indulge in his request. a gentle kiss pressed against his temple and the feeling of his arms wrapped around your waist. he holds you closely, apologetic in his touch.
â ďž. ŕź childe
"i almost think you do this on purpose."
childe grins. you aren't entirely wrong-- but it's not like he tries to get hurt. it's more so that he enjoys the thrill of lethal situations and will jump straight into one for the sake of amusement and the yearning for acknowledgement that he can handle it. that's a bit different, he supposes, but he won't argue.
"i like the attention from you."
"i know you do." comes your flat tone, and you gently tap his chin as if that'll make his grin go away ( surprise: it doesn't ). "have you considered that you could just ask for attention instead of doing...this?"
ah. well, that makes it go away, and now you're faced with a very convincing pout. you sigh; he smiles at your reaction.
he never has the intention of worrying you with small cuts and bruises, not at all. he's completely fine, save for some discomfort and aches here and there, and while he truly does enjoy the attention and care, he's not one to cause you distress on purpose. ( the teasing is fun, though. he can admit that much. )
his expression softens as you inspect the bandage on his arm, fingers sliding down the cloth as a means to make sure it hasn't loosened anywhere. slowly, your hand meets his and he squeezes it tightly in reassurance.
"i'm sorry." his apology is genuine; it always is when this happens. "i'm alright though-- see? nearly at a hundred percent again because of you. couldn't do it without my favorite nurse."
"childe." you poke his forehead with your free hand, but he responds by grabbing it. "if i was your nurse, i would personally fire you."
he's grinning again. how annoying-- is what you want to think, but when he presses kisses against your knuckles, the touch light as a feather but heavy in meaning, you can't help but smile.
--until he talks again.
"you couldn't get rid of me if you tried."
"i know. it's annoying."
his laughter rings in the air, and you admit your defeat when you kiss him.
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#thoma x reader#itto x reader#childe x reader#ŕŹ.° : fic#ŕŹ.° : genshin impact#ŕŹ.° : banner cr @ v6que
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Buddie prompt: Buck helps chaperone one of Christopherâs dates (like instead of Marisol in 7x01). Realizations are had - maybe they get blindsided because the kid assumes Buck is the cool stepdad or something?
I'm so sorry that this took a week @linus-lucy ! And what a week it's been too! This fic got a little away from at the end and definitely leans a little on the crack side, but I hope you enjoy it!
âAnd here is your popcorn, good sir.â Buck bowed, placing the popcorn on the coffee table in front of Christopher and Penny. âWe have an excellent selection of grape or orange soda, what would the lady prefer?â
Penny laughed, while Chris looked at him with eyes that were just begging him to leave them alone already. âGrape, please Mr. Diaz.â
âHeâs Mr. Diaz, you may call me Buck. Grape soda, coming right up.â He said with an air of formality, turning back to the kitchen to grab the soda before joining Eddie on the other couch. Chris hit play on the movie, an Assassinâs Creed film whose plot Buck was unable to follow. Eddie elbowed him fifteen minutes into the movie, nodding his head towards where Pennyâs hand laid on Chrisâs arm. Buck rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around Eddie in an attempt to bring his attention back to whatever was happening on screen.
âCalm down.â Buck murmured, leaning in a little closer so he wouldnât get hushed by the teens on the other couch.
âWe should have let them watch it by themselves, this is too awkward.â Eddie hissed back, catching side-eye from Christopher at the sound.
âThis is too awkward? How did you handle giving him The Talk?â
âDad.â Chris sighed, his full attention on them now. âDonât you and Buck still have that paperwork to fill out?â
âPaperwork?â Penny asked, pausing the movie. Buck suppressed an eye roll, already knowing it was a losing cause to fight either Diaz on this.
âYes! We do actually, firefighter paperwork, gotta get it finished by tomorrow. Come on, Buck.â He choked on a laugh as Eddie practically dragged him off the couch and into the kitchen. âDonât wait for us, go ahead and finish the movie!â
âSmooth, Eddie, smooth. Almost as smooth as Chrisâs âpaperworkâ excuse.â
âI donât care, thereâs no way we were sitting through another hour and forty-five minutes of that.â Eddie derided, going to a cupboard and sifting through it before pulling out vanilla, baking powder, and salt.
âWhat happened to chaperoning?â he laughed, seeing where this was going and pulling out the chocolate chips and eggs from the fridge.
âWeâre twenty feet away, youâre gonna poke your head in there every fifteen minutes and ensure nothing inappropriate is going on.â
âMe? Why not you?â
Eddie shrugged, digging out a mixing bowl from a different cupboard. âI donât know, I chose at random and you were randomly assigned.â
Buck grinned, hip-checking him out of the way to start measuring ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. âCoward.â
Eddie merely hummed in response.
True to his word, Eddie kept aggressively nodding at the entryway to the living room every fifteen minutes or so, silently begging Buck to check on the situation, which he did dutifully.
The cookies had been out of the oven for a few minutes now, and Buck was torn on whether or not to interrupt the teens for some warm cookies or not.
He shouldnât have worried, the credits were rolling and Chris and Penny were still sitting on the couch, a respectable distance from one another.
âHey, Penny, your mom said she is gonna be here in about ten minutes. Do you guys want to eat some cookies we made while theyâre still warm?â
âDad let you use the stand mixer after everything that happened last saturday?â Chris quipped, following behind him into the kitchen.
âI did not.â Eddie smirked, glancing up at the ceiling before handing over the plate of cookies to Pennyâs waiting hands. âOur ceiling will never recover from the muffin batter as it is.â
âSee if I ever make muffins ever again. Do you see what I put up with, Penny?â Buck shook his head in mock pity as he stole a cookie from the plate. âThe disrespect.â
âBuck, why would you pull up the mixer while it was still on?â Chris giggled.
âI wish my step-dad baked, my mom isnât the best in the kitchen.â
âNeither is dad. I mean, heâs better than he used to be, but Iâm still thankful that Buck cooks dinner most nights... No offense dad.â
âNone taken.â Eddie mused quietly, eyeing Buck over the tops of their heads. Buck just shrugged, unsure what the look was for.Â
âWell, youâre lucky you have two parents that can cook. We eat a lot of takeout at my house.â Just then, there was a knock on the door.
âMust be my mom. Thank you for having me Mr. and Mr. Diaz.â
Oh. That was when it clicked for Buck. Penny thought-Â
âIt was our pleasure. Chris, would you like to walk her out?â
Chris nodded, charging for the door before Eddie could take it back. Penny smiled and waved as she followed behind him.
âNow, see? That wasnât so bad.â
Buckâs head snapped to Eddie, casually wiping down the counters. âReally? Mr. Let's-make-cookies-and-avoid-the-teens-at-all-cost?â
Eddie grinned impishly at him from across the counter. âI donât know, doesnât that also make you Mr. Letâs-make-cookies-and-â
âStop, I heard it the first time. Did⌠did Chris tell her we were married? What was the deal with that?â
âNo, câmon, Chris wouldnât do that. I think that was just the natural conclusion to come to.â
Buckâs face warmed at the comment. âReally? Mr. and Mr Diaz is just a foregone conclusion here?â He teased.
Eddie walked around the counter and stopped a few feet short of Buck. âYeah. I think so, donât you?â
Buck felt like all the air just got sucked from the room. âEddieâŚâ
A faint blush was rising on Eddieâs cheeks, but he barreled on. âI mean, letâs be honest here Buck, itâll be a lot easier for you to change your name than for both me and Chris to switch to Buckley. We could always do Buckley-Diaz, but I kind of figured you wouldnât mind dropping your parents-â
Buck didnât let him finish, surging forward to claim Eddieâs mouth in a kiss, curling a hand around his waist to pull him flush against him. âYouâre insane, you know that?â He breathed, pulling away just enough to rest their heads together.
âHmmhmm.â Eddie quipped, a bright grin breaking out on his face.
âHadnât even kissed yet, and youâre already picking out china and monogrammed towels.â
âI donât think weâre monogrammed towel people, Buck.â Eddie sighed, leaning in happily to steal another kiss or two.
âWhat type of people are we, Eddie?â
âHopefully the type to get engaged before theyâve had a real first date?âÂ
Buck laughed as Eddie kissed him again, too filled with love to care about the insanity of it all.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!
#misha's prompts#buddie fic#buddie#fic prompts#they're unhinged but they're unhinged together#linus-lucy
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sometimes i get so upset thinking what if hotch wants to come back cuz like jackâs in college and heâs home all the time, heâd need something to do?? and the fact that the writers still didnât use this one excuse to bring him back to emily is just⌠ugh.
a few comments here and there about his life while he was gone, laughing with old friends who are still friends no matter what, teasing him cuz he tries to call his son and gets constantly ignored with the âdad, please, iâm busyâ. then jjâs like, oh yeah, i get it, teenagers gonna be teenagers, and emilyâs kinda feeling left out? but itâs cool. itâs just that timeâs passing and she doesnât have that for herself, which is strange, since she always thought she would. but then again, time sucks, this job takes so much, and yeah, maybe itâs too late.
no kids, nope, well, sheâs busy. really busy. this thought keeps looping in her head, and a few situations end up making her rethink it, over and overâdid i do this on purpose? did i avoid making any decisions that couldâve taken me down that path because, deep down, i felt like i didnât deserve it?
hotch finds her in her office, asks if sheâs okay because she seems so distracted all the time. of course, she doesnât say anything, sheâs not big on venting, but she does ask him if he ever thought about what itâd be like if theyâd made it differently all those years ago.
heâs⌠confused at first, mostly because heâs not sure if this is her way of allowing them to talk about all the stuff they never said, couldnât say, or were too scared to. so he asks, what do you mean? emilyâs tired of dancing around it, theyâre older now, more mature, thereâs not much left to lose, so she just says, âyou knew how i felt about you. thatâs fine. i know how you felt about me.â hotch gives her a small smile, and she gets it. she really gets it. âi canât believe i even considered going with you. like, a part of me really wanted to, so badly. i talked to you about work every day, told you things you didnât even want to hear, didnât care. and i kept hoping, hoping that one day youâd ask me to, or even just⌠i donât know, say you missed me. my god, i wouldâve dropped everything, run off into witness protection. with you. with jack.â
âemily.â hotch looks genuinely surprised, and maybe itâs because sheâs holding back tears. âyou had all these things here, things you built for yourself. look at you now.â
âright,â she mutters, waving it off with a comment about their previous case, because why get into that now? itâs a waste of time.
aaandâŚ
they kiss for the first time on new yearâs, in their natural habitatâat work, of course. everyone but emily is ready to party, but at midnight, hotch brings her a glass of champagne while sheâs scribbling reports. she looks up and says, âare you guys going out? iâm gonna have to pass this time, iâm so busy,â
and he laughs because, âyou sound like me ten years ago,â while gently coaxing her out of her chair. she tries not to freak out, laughing nervously, rolling her neck to release the tension from hours of sitting and staring at fine print. hotch brushes her hair back, studying her face, and she lets out a deep sigh, touching her tongue to the corner of her mouth. âa little nervous?â he asks, a smile tugging at his lips. âstill the same tell, huh? some things never change.â
âi really canât go with you guys,â she insists, eying his lips, almost on the edge of feeling butterflies for the first time in over a decade.
âheard you the first time. so iâll be your first new yearâs kiss, and then iâll get out of your hair.â okay, butterflies all the way down to her toes. she barely nods, just a slight movement, before he leans in and kisses her. itâs the best kiss sheâs ever had, hands down. my god, she canât stop thinking about it.
he literally left her to do her job and went out partying with the others. heâs learned to live more than she has over these years, and honestly, itâs not bad. itâs not terrible. itâs nice.
their relationship grows through little moments scattered throughout the seasonâtender touches, good morning kisses, emily jumping out of bed late, the looks they share. they talk about the moments theyâve lived, the times they wanted to say something and didnât, or do something and held back. âdo you remember that time weâŚ?â
the first time emily faces any life-threatening situation, hotchâs immediate reaction when he sees her getting her cheek stitched up is: âthat was really brave of you to do.â
âhotch,â she winces, frowning through the pain as the stitch hurts. âreally?â
âokay, what, are you out of your mind? didnât you wait for backup?â
âthatâs much better, thank you. and, no, itâd be too late.â
âalmost died,â he crosses his arms, and emily is doing everything she can not to bite her nails. âiâm gonna need you to marry me. is that okay with you?â
and emilyâs like, âwhat?â
âyou heard me right. i want you, and i want to do this, all of it. youâve always wanted kids, and youâve been thinking about it, donât lie to me, and itâs not too late. and weâre gonna do it, you and i. thereâs surrogacy, adoption⌠we canââ
yeahhâŚ. so.
gimme gimme.
bye.
#hotchniss#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#cm#paget brewster#thomas gibson#hotch#agent prentiss#criminal minds evolution#ao3fic
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how is the other riize members seeing seunghan's situation? are they planning something too?
How The Other RIIZE Members Feel About The Situation
***DISCLAIMER***
I do not know these idols personally! This is just my interpretation of the cards that I pulled, please take this reading with a grain of salt. For entertainment purposes only.
( day/month/year - 12/11/24 )
How do the other Riize Members feel?
Wonbin: (Death/TheWorld/2pentrev)
He wanted to go first, his energy was very open with this, though he didn't have much to say. It seems like Wonbin saw this as a period in time where a lot was changing, he was struggling to accept these changes and put them into action. He feels hopeful that after this situation, they can make a new beginning for themselves, there's a lot of hope here. There's some anxiety for the future, like will he be able to achieve his dreams and his goals. He's been feeling overwhelmed and exhausted by this situation, there's a lot to work through, a lot on his plate.
Shotaro: (7ow/10os/Kiow)
This situation has made Shotaro more determined to fight for what he wants, I get the feeling that he admires the effort that people are putting into this, the way they're standing their ground. He's working extra hard to maintain Riize's position and success as a group. "There's nowhere to go but up." is what I got from this. He really feels like they have nothing to lose, this is making him bolder, more stubborn and assertive. I think this situation hit Shotaro pretty hard, and it's been an exhausting period of time mentally, physically and emotionally. There was hopelessness, like his hands were tied, he didn't have a say in anything. He's being very bold now, a lot bolder than he was, like I said, he doesn't think they have anything to lose, so he thinks why shouldn't he be? He's looking at the big picture, he has a vision of what he wants Riize to be and he's taking the steps to achieve that. He feels like they're at the end of a long, difficult journey, their hard work is about to pay off, good things are around the corner. There optimism here, Shotaro's got a plan, and he's implementing it.
Sohee: (8pent/6ow/4ocrev)
Sohee believes that Riize will come back stronger after this situation. He's been throwing himself into his work, practicing his skills and really focusing on bettering himself. With the four of cups, I got such a strong feeling that it's toward Seunghan, 'get up, stop moping, work hard and come back'. I feel like Sohee was encouraging Seunghan a lot during this period. This situation maybe made Sohee realise the bad sides of being an idol, it broke his illusion in a sense. He felt like his life and career were turned upside out, just a general period of chaos and uncertainty. The six of wands was a little difficult to interpret since it came out sideways, but I got the feeling that he receives a lot of praise, like he should be feeling confident and happy and proud about everything, but he doesn't?
Eunseok: (Kiocrev/8oc/10os)
I think Eunseok was really being hard on himself during this period, like beating himself up over his mistakes or something. This affected Eunseok a lot, he really bottled up his feelings and withdrew into himself. I think he was just creating a lot of distance between him and the fans, there was a lot of pressure there. like pressure of making a mistake? He's very frustrated, like his heart's not in it anymore, he lost a lot of his passion for being an idol. He felt like people were being overdramatic and doing too much over Seunghans scandal.
Anton: (Kiocrev/6ocrev/6osrev)
Okay, I got all reversed cards in this reading, so I think Anton was one of the members that was more affected by this. I think Anton also lost a lot of his motivation and passion for being an idol, this situation made him realise the bad parts of being an idol. Like Eunseok, he thought people did too much about the scandal, and did too much with the funeral flowers. There's a general sense of annoyance, he's just done. He could be being colder towards people, and just a general moodiness and anxiety. He seems to be holding onto the past, missing how things used to be. He's realising that being an idol isn't all it's made up to be, not what he thought it would be like. The rose coloured glasses are coming off, and he's seeing it for what it really is. He feels like they have unfinished business, he does not want to move forward without Seunghan. He feels like they were forced into this situation, they had no say or control, he's resisting this change and is pretty annoyed by it.
Sungchan: (TheEmpress/2osrev/2oc/5osrev)
I think Sungchan is feeling hopeful! I got a huge optimistic vibe, he's looking forward to the future. I definitely think Sungchan was also encouraging Seunghan to come back during this time, he seems very in touch with his feminine, nurturing side. He feels like they've reached a stalemate, likely referring to this current situation with the boycott. They can't move forward, and they can't move back, neither party is giving up. He believes that they can only put this decision off for so long, eventually they will have to make it, I'm interpreting this in regards to SM's decision on whether they will bring Seunghan back; since in my reading of whether we would hear anything soon, I got that they were still deciding. I'm kind of getting the vibe of like, 'can't please everyone', and it's creating this stalemate of who they will choose to please. He's very confused about this, there's a lot of anxiety here, he knows there will be negative consequences either way. They're stuck between a rock and a hard place. He feels like now is the time to take action, to stop being passive and make moves.
Are they planning something?: (Kiofwa/Kiopent/2ow)
They're definitely stepping up right now, being bold. A huge theme that I got when doing this reading was their boldness, they won't be complicit. I definitely feel like they're working behind the scenes as well. They want Seunghan back, they want to be 7, that's clear. 2 of wands is all about planning, they're taking risks and working out what they want and how to get it. There's a lot of determination here as well, they won't stop until they reach their goal.
Are they going against the company?: (Knioc/3oc)
They're being very diplomatic right now, they're all planning and discussing, though it seems to be a positive environment. I'm just getting a vibe of optimism and positivity, a celebration, I think it's a good sign, I'm lowkey excited guys.
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Alright, I'm fueling the fire, ya freaky weirdos
Henry Hotline SFW alphabet headcanons
Henry Hotline x reader
âď¸Affection-
This man sezies every opportunity to show you that he loves you. Even if you're doing nothing. He'll compliment you, hug you, kiss you
Even if he is around Frankie or Deputy Duck, he doesn't care. Expect the best hugs you can get out of a cartoon character.
His go-to form of affection is definitely compliments and physical affection
âď¸Best friend-
If he's just your best friend, he'll always have your back. Need someone to vent to? Oh wow, he just so magically appeared next to you! Or you just want a buddy to hang out with? Well, good thing his show is just so happens to be canceled. He'll do anything for his closest friend
âď¸Cuddles-
This man LOVES to give cuddles. Even if he's busy with something like planning out his show or spending time with the contestants. He'll drop everything for you.
And let me tell you, when he hugs or cuddles you, he does not let go for hours. You could always ask him to let go whenever you want to, but we all know he doesn't want to lose you.
âď¸Domestic-
The truth is, he'd only do stuff if HE wanted to do it. If you ask him to mop the blood off of the floor or something, he'll look at you like you just lost your mind. Maybe if you give him a kiss or two, his might do what you ask him
But we all know he's a sucker for making you happy. So he'll do some chores only when you're not looking.
âď¸Ending-
Over the phone. Yes, that is a stupid way to break up with someone, but he doesn't know any other way that feels right! But don't worry, he'll never break up with you, he loves you too much! But he still has a plan, just in case
âď¸Fiance(e)-
Y'all really wanna marry a cartoon character? Same
He's not too big on the whole "Settling down, getting married, and starting a family" trope. He's fine if you REALLY wanna marry him. As long as it won't hinder his work and he still gets to talk in his talk show, then by all mean, slap that ring on his finger pronto! He doesn't have all day! or if you ever want him to give you a ring, just let him know
âď¸Gentle-
This phone guy wannabe loves you too much to hurt you. If there is ever a time when his headaches just get to him and he needs to let out some anger. He's leaving the room, and you won't see him until he's fully calmed down
But in normal situations where he's chill, he's so gentle around you. Kisses so light that you'll think you're touching a feather. Hugs so gentle it feels like you're hugging a teddy bear.
âď¸Hugs-
Like mentioned earlier, he gives the best hugs. It'll literally leave you craving more like some sort of sweet candy.
If you ever need a hug, you know he'll always give you one
âď¸I love you-
That's how he confessed, goofy! He was so nervous about asking you out that he just blurted out his feelings!
And don't you worry, he always reminds you anytime you need it. But when you don't, he still says he loves you! He loves you so much!
âď¸Jealousy-
Due to his massive ego, he tends to get quite jealous. Mainly around Deputy Duck and Frankie. Especially Deputy Duck. He can't help it! He just wants everyone to know that he's the one who loves you the most
âď¸Kisses-
Very very soft and passionate! Almost as if he's afraid to scare you. He knows how easily angered he gets due to his headaches, so he's just trying to make both of you happy.
He's angry? Give him one small smooch and he's floored
âď¸Little one-
Surprisingly, he secretly hates kids. Especially if they try to call him. Over and over again he has been called. He can't even look at a child without getting a headache.
âď¸Morning-
He does the most goofy lovey-dovey shit every morning. If you guys share a bed, he is kissing your face every morning. And if you don't share a bed, he always wakes you up with a kiss on the forehead and a soft "good morning, my dear"
I'm sorry but him saying "My dear" sends me
âď¸Night-
He has the most elaborate bedtime routine ever. Skin care and all. And he'd obviously sleep in one of those fancy pink night robes, also with a face mask.
Also, he sleeps like a rock. Nothing can wake him up. Not even a train horn. Except maybe a kiss or two
âď¸Open-
It'll take him a while to open up to you. Not because he's scared, it's because he's too flustered to say anything. But once he finally gets used to dating you, he starts talking to you about everything. His talk-show, his rivalry with Deputy Duck, his splitting headaches, and the list goes on and on
âď¸Patience-
Due to his constant headaches, he gets angered quite easily. And it can lead to some arguments here and there. Nothing too bad, just some petty words thrown. All you have to do is let him calm down with some time by himself. Once he's back to normal, he'll mumble about how he's sorry for being so rude to you and how you didn't deserve it. He'll never hurt you :)
âď¸Quizzes-
This guy remembers nearly everything about you. Your favorite restaurant, color, song, book. Anything! It'll honestly leave you speechless. Like, if you mention something you like a month ago, he still remembers it to this day. He really does love you.
âď¸Security-
If someone is bothering you, his hand is immediately on your waist or back. This man has to let everyone know that you're both dating. Not a single soul can split you two apart.
But normally, he's chill when it comes to being protective. He's not too overbearing about it
âď¸Try-
He goes all out when it comes to birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays.
On anniversaries, he lays flower petals all over, lights candles, and treats you to a well-deserved meal.
With holidays, he would help you set up anything. Need help putting lights up? He's tall. He's got it! Need help making food? Well, he'll give it a shot!
âď¸Ugly-
His ego. Sometimes you two get into petty arguments and he can't see past himself. It's what HE wants. It's all about HIM. But like I said before, he'll apologize for any negative things he's said to you.
âď¸-Vanity
This man spends HOURS in the morning just making sure he looks good. Even if you tell him he's perfect the way he is, he'll be flattered but he won't stop. Sometimes, he might even put on black lipstick or eyeshadow. He likes it when you kiss him and he has to redo his lipstick over and over again.
âď¸-Whole
He gets so lonely when you're not around. Yeah, he'll still go on with his day, but he'll be a lot less talkative and sassy. But once you come back, it's like a child receiving a puppy for Christmas
"My love! Where have you been?!"
"I was in the bathroom. . ."
âď¸Xtra-
Dance with him! He loves it! You could put on some swingy jazz or a soft romantic, he doesn't care! He just loves having you in his arms and spinning around with you!
âď¸You-
He talks about you all the time. With Frankie, with Deputy Duck, and in his talk show. He loves babbling on and on about his beloved! Everyone knows he's one for showing off, especially things he likes!
"They're so cool, amazing, glorious, funny, outstanding, and-"
"GET OU-"
âď¸Zzz-
OK this might sound weird but, he does snore but like not normally. Instead, his phone rings. Every time he breathes out his phone rings. And loudly too. If you share a bed, you'd probably have to either tolerate the noise or wear ear plugs
â---ââ---------------
Aaaaahh I'm sorry if this sucked. This was my first time ever writing something like this đŤ
Anyway, Henry is hot, you're cool, and goodbye
#henry hotline headcanons#hotline henry#henry hotline#finding frankie henry hotline#headcanon#x reader
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Save Grim
Save the school
Fire raged around them as they stood in the ruins of the mirror chamber, 7 house wardens, five vice house wardens, five faculty members, ten normal students, and one magicless student. Their opponent? A chimera with blue flames, standing taller than any of them could stand. All of them were exhausted, they were fighting a losing battle, Yuu was running out of their cards, specific moments in time, captured by the ghost camera that hung at their waist, each one captured a moment of everyone here, even a few that werenât there. They only had three left, three familiar cards that theyâd poured their heart and soul into.
âWe have to do something, at this rate we all will die.â Riddle said, his cape torn, his staff bent nearly in half from when the chimera had attacked him.
âItâs Grim, I donât know whatâs going on but I know my friend, heâs still in there!â Yuu tried to defend their friend, their classmate, their annoying cat. Grim had been there since Yuu had gotten to Night Raven College, they couldnât give him up, not now, not after everything theyâd been through.
âYuu, heâs not Grim anymore, I doubt thereâs anything left of who he once was. We have to put him down just like any other rabid dog.â Crewel said, trying to explain the direness of the situation to the beast tamer.
âPlease! Heâs still Grim, please, I just, I,â It was hard to speak, hard not to cry when they might have to kill Grim. Bronze light appeared in front of them as two choices appeared, choices that appeared when they got tongue-tied or had to make a hard decision. Their heart sank to their stomach when they saw the two choices
Save Grim
Save Night Raven College
This was it, their only two choices. Yuu could save Grim, their friend, their ally, their dorm mate, their annoying cat. Or they could save the school that brought such pain and heartache but at the same time gave them so many fond memories and friends. Yuu took a deep breath and steeled themselves as they made the decision.
Save Grim
âLet me try to get him back. Heâs known me the longest, I have to at least try to get my dire beast back.â Yuu said with a steel resolve, âIf I fail, then we can put him down. But I wonât do it without saying I gave it my all.â
âHow many of those cards do you have left, Human,â Sebek asked, remembering each of those cards that heâd seen the human use in Lilias's dreams as they journeyed across Briar Valley.
âThree, so Iâll have to make them count.â Yuu said, pulling the three cards out of the side pocket of the carrying case they kept the ghost camera inside. The chimera had burnt the others to ash, these were their last ones so they had to make them count.
âDo it. But if you fail, Grim will have to be killed but donât put yourself at risk for this foolish endeavor. Iâm only allowing you to do this because I am so kind.â Crowley said, his top hat having been torn to shreds along with his cape, his mask barely hanging on.
Yuu glanced around at their friends, each one held dear in their heart. Each one looked tired, beaten, and covered in ash and grime from the long arduous battle. Some were okay with letting Yuu do this, and others tried to convince them to stay back. But Yuu had to do this.
With a deep breath, they marched through the ruins of the mirror chamber til they were halfway to the chimera who growled and roared at the magicless human.
âI shall reveal the shape of thy soulâŚâ Yuu began, pulling the three cards out that they had left, âI summon thee to help me achieve my goal! Ceremonial Robes Riddle Rosehearts!â The card showing Riddle riding Vorpal the horse was thrown to the ground, summoning Riddle in his ceremonial robes, âCeremonial Robes Kalim Al Asim!â A second card was thrown to the ground, showing Kalim spinning about gleefully in his ceremonial robes. Kalim appeared next to Riddle wearing the robes that Grim had once tried to steal from Yuu, âCeremonial Robes Malleus Draconia!â the third and final card was thrown to the ground, the card depicting Malleus in his ceremonial robes challenging Leona. Malleus appeared next to Kalim.
Their true counterparts were behind them, watching with bated breath. Yuu remembered what the headmaster had said once about the ghost camera
âIt's a camera enchanted with a special kind of magic. It enables the user to photograph not just the subject's physical form, but parts of their soul itself. They're called Memories. Here's the thing: when the soul bond between photographer and subject deepens. The Memories captured in this magic camera's photos come jumping out! When the photographer and subject grow closer, their photographs grow animated like videos and sometimes the photographs take on corporeal form and slip out.â
That's what Yuuâs cards were, memories taken throughout their tenure at Night Raven College, memories that as they grew closer when it became necessary, their cards, their photos, their memories, their friends would fight for them. Just as they are now.
âRiddle, Kalim, Malleus! Help me get Grim to come to his senses!â Yuu commanded, pointing to the chimera.
Riddle looked cross and placed his hands on his hips before saying his signature line before battle, âHuh, you have some nerve.â Then the battle began. Flora, fire, water, and cosmic spells battled against Grim's fire and cosmic spells. But slowly slowly, the cards were defeated. Kalim fell first, then Riddle, and finally Malleus. The cards burnt to ash at Yuuâs feet. Before anyone could stop them, Yuu ran, ran as fast as their feet would carry them, and ran straight to the chimera that was once their best friend.
Yuu slowly approached the chimera when they got close enough, hands raised in surrender. âHey Grim, itâs me, Yuu, your loyal henchman, your hench human. You must be so tired, I have some cans of tuna stashed away, your favorite brand, the the fancy kind. How how about we go home to Ramshackle and Iâll open up some for you, okay? Letâs go home, okay buddy? Okay, Grim? Let's go home together, Grim.â Yuu said softly, slowly moving closer, slowly putting their hand on Grim's muzzle.
For a moment, the briefest of moments, there was a flash of recognition in Grim's eyes. Yuu could have sworn that they heard Grim say, âYuu?â Before his eyes darkened again. They almost didnât realize it happened until they felt a searing pain in their abdomen. Grim had scratched them again, only deeper this time. Pain, white-hot pain bloomed in their abdomen as blood began to seep through their clothing as they collapsed to the ground.
They didnât realize when the other attacks began, just the flashing and yelling of spells, curses, anything and everything to put down Grim. Before long it was over, the chimera collapsed near Yuuâs body. Yuu almost dragged their body to the dying chimera, stopping when they were right next to it, tears in their eyes as their body began to go numb. âIâm sorry I couldnât save you, GrimâŚâ were Yuuâs last words before their vision began to go dark. They felt someone familiar take their hand, muffled voices begged Yuu to stay awake, that they'd get Yuu to a healer, but Yuu couldnât see who was speaking, only muffled voicesâŚ
Beeep beeep beeep
âMmmrm, what time is it..?â Yuu mumbled, slowly sitting up in their bedroom. Yuu looked around at their bedroom, the TV was playing the credits to some Disney movie, and from the open case next to the DVD player, it was Pinnochio. Alice In Wonderland, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Snow White and The Seven Dwarves, Hercules, Sleeping Beauty, Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Nightmare Before Christmas, 101 Dalmatians, Beauty and The Beast, The Princess and The Frog, and Cinderella were stacked haphazardly next to the DVD player, their cases not quite closed.
âMmh, that was a weird dream.â Yuu murmured, glancing around their room, feeling like something was off, âI feel like Iâm forgetting somethingâŚâ Yuu began to move off their bed only to hear a disgruntled meow, glancing over, Yuu saw their pet cat, a grey cat that they insisted was fluffy, NOT chubby.
Yuu gave the cat a few pets as an apology for bothering him before getting up, maneuvering past the laundry they still needed to put away, and walking past the mirror that hung on their wall that was supposed to encourage them to look and dress better. The same mirror that looked, familiar for some reason, it was on the tip of their tongue but they couldnât place it and just shrugged it off. Like the saying went âIf you canât remember, itâs probably not important.â
Yuu went about their day, not noticing the faint silhouette in the mirror of an old friend whose hand they once took, the hand that once granted them salvation. They barely noticed the faint tugging in the back of their mind that they were forgetting something. They didnât hear the pleading voice of their old friend, almost banging on the mirror, begging for Yuu to notice and take their hand again.
After all, it was just a dream. Wasnât it?
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