#like how sometimes they’ll be dating for years and not even realise it

[kismetmoon]

i <3 my gf

[Plain text ID: four monochrome digital drawings of two original Flatland characters, Liz and Ruth, on grey backgrounds.

Liz is the longer, solid black line with stars on either end of her body and three arm-like cilia near her head and the back end of her body. She is missing one cilium and instead has a shallow indent in her side where it would be. Ruth is the shorter line with grey patches on her body and a sharp v-shaped ‘dent’ in her middle. She also has four cilia protruding from her sides in the same places as Liz. Their heads are denoted as the blunt ends with thin white lines making up a mouth.

In the first photo, Liz is bent over Ruth (who is situated right below her) as to avoid touching Ruth’s dent while holding a 2D-style umbrella in her mouth. It is raining all around them except for areas in the umbrella’s path. There is a square thought bubble beside Ruth with text that says “what a nice friend!”. There is a triangular thought bubble next to Liz with text that says “i <3 my gf”. Both are smiling.

In the second photo, Liz’s body is curled loosely around Ruth’s but they are not touching. Liz is smiling while Ruth has a soft frown. There is a grey line to their left, right and behind them that all connect at the ends to form an open rectangle-like structure that is meant to represent a bed. There is a square thought bubble beside Ruth with text that says “do friends usually cuddle?”. There is a triangular thought bubble next to Liz with text that says “i <3 my gf”.

In the third photo, Liz and Ruth are situated horizontally side-by-side with Liz to the top and Ruth near the bottom of the photo. They are both touching each other’s arm-like structure closest to their heads. Liz is smiling while Ruth is grinning nervously. There is a square thought bubble beside Ruth with text that says “omp i wonder if she feels the same way,,”. There is a triangular thought bubble next to Liz with text that says “i <3 my gf”.

In the fourth photo, Ruth is facing Liz - who is curled into a S-shape. Liz is presenting some grey flowers in her mouth to Ruth. Ruth has a sheepish smile and a square thought bubble beside her with text that says “omp i think she likes me back”. There is a triangular thought bubble next to Liz with text that says “i <3 my gf”.

End ID.]

[minami-ff]

I Want My Kids to Have Your Eyes

Levi x Reader (fluff, sfw)

what a bold thing to say to your captain.

Moonlight hung over the hill like a comforting blanket as you both reclined an arm’s length apart on the soft grass beneath, bodies sinking into the earth. The day had been relentless, a gruelling mission that tested every ounce of strength. Now, in the quiet aftermath, you two found solace gazing upward at the summit’s view, shimmering like scattered diamonds against the canvas of the night sky.

The shared stillness remained comfortable, before you posed a soft interruption to the quietude, "Captain, do you ever think about your future?"

Levi's eyes briefly left the constellations above, attention shifting to you. "Yes, it usually ranges from the next second to the next few months. Which area of land outside the walls to explore, how defensive operations should alter for the next month, which day certain intelligen-”

“Captain-” You interrupted, then hesitated, the vulnerability of the topic making your heart race. "I meant a peaceful future, like having a family, kids?"

Levi's brow furrowed slightly. The thought of it was unfamiliar, impossible. "In this war? That’s far-fetched," he remarked, gaze returning to the stars.

A subtle smile grew on your lips as scenarios played at the back of your mind. "I know, of course, but don’t you ever imagine it? A life after the war, a future where Titans are just stories we tell our children." Levi's expression softened, a fleeting hint of wistfulness in his eyes.

"Like sometimes I think if I had children, I’d take them to play by the oceans, make adorable lunch sets," you continued, "how beautiful they would look if they had your eyes…" Embarrassment started flushing up as you realised you rambled on way too far.

His eyes widened imperceptibly, caught completely off guard by your comment.

"WAIT, that didn’t come out right. I didn’t mean having them with YOU, of course... definitely not…" You trailed off, a splash of pink painfully obvious on your cheeks. Get yourself together y/n, what on earth are you saying to your captain?

“Ouch.” A flicker of disappointment crossed his features. Levi cleared his throat, seemingly caught in the unexpected turn of the conversation. "Well aren’t you very in objection to that idea." he snickered, hiding a trace of sorrow beneath his face.

“Nevermind, I’m sorry, please forget what I said." You apologised in the tense atmosphere.

But Levi didn't dismiss it. Instead, his mind seemingly remained lost in contemplation. "How will your children have my eyes, if they don't have my genetics?" Determined to disprove your faulty reasoning.

You chuckled nervously, "I just mean I hope they’ll be a pretty colour, and delicate shape, like yours."

Levi displayed a rare vulnerability in his expression. He had never given thought to the aesthetic of his eyes; they were simply a part of him, a feature he never considered noteworthy. This was the first time he had received a compliment about them, and it left him momentarily speechless.

"At this rate, my most optimistic guesstimate is that I’ll be slaying titans till I’m 60." You broke the awkwardness joking, "in that case I might not be able to have kids, doubt any man would still take my crinkled self on a date anyway."

"Why not?" Levi replied seriously, his voice a soft echo in the tranquil night. "I won't be even a tiny bit surprised if you're still this beautiful at 85."

A blood-bathed blush adorned your complexion, stomach filling with butterflies and warmth, brain connections zapping around - wondering if he really thought that way, or,

“you’re just saying that.”

Levi sighed, “in all your years of knowing me, when have I ever felt obliged to tell a white lie, Comrade?”

"Right…” You muttered, with all sorts of thoughts doing laps beneath your skull, trying to continue the conversation as level-headed as possible. “Perhaps I'll meet my first love at 99,” a giggle escaping your breath as you joked.

Unexpectedly, Levi's response carried a weight that belied the casual banter. "Well. I think people can be in love without being in a formal relationship. You could easily have your first love now."

Your gaze laid upon his side profile, slightly puzzled by his logic, "but how can you be in love with someone without holding hands, saying mushy things, and all that?"

His head turned towards you, a moment of silence filling the air with eyes drilling into yours, revealing a sincerity that tugged at your heart. "I definitely can."

[kevinsdsy]

THE TROJANS SOCIAL MEDIA AU HEADCANONS pt. 1

laila dermott

laila dermott is muslim!! i've had this headcanon since i read the king's men for the first time in 2019 hehe and now is my time to push it.

nabil & laila are besties. they're both muslim and both in same-sex relationships which leads to them having an understanding of each other like no one else on the team could have with them.

ntm laila fr was his standing pillar when he was figuring out his sexuality

nabil mahmoud

nabil is gay!! which is something he really had to deal with and accept due to him being muslim too (bc what am i without the religious trauma due to sexuality lore)

nabil and tony are dating each other in the socmed au!! even without the au i would like to believe and headcanon there's something happening there :))

i've written a bit more about them in another headcanon post tho.

antonio "tony" jones

tony is what like a year or two older than the rest? he's an assistant and i'm not sure how old they're supposed to be in the book tbh so i would like to think it's possible or he's an intern (i love him being an intern either way tho so i'm very much leaning into that one)

jeremy knox

JEREMY KNOX USED TO PLAY FOOTBALL (soccer), but due to him playing so aggressively and due to him always being guilty of too many fouls he switched to exy :))

cody winter

cody doesn't know what sleep is and they don't care to find out. they're living on like 2 to 4 hours a sleep a night and surprisingly enough it works for them too.

cody is also SUPER competitive which is why they have managed to be part of the captain gc. their competiteviness has led to them pushing the backliners as much as cody can and the backliners actually listen to them too.

shawn anderson

oh shawn. shawn shawn shawn.

you were supposed to be no one. a random guy on the team.

you exist to me now. i feel like i could make a whole post about just him atp.

shawn was supposed to be comedic relief for the posts i felt were too out of character for the rest of the team LMAOO, but now he actually has a personality (to me)

shawn works a part time shop at a café. even though he's surrounded by coffee at all times and drinks so much of it he's the sleepiest guy to ever exist.

like that man gets about 8 hours a sleep every day and still takes nap, but still ends up with bags under his eyes.

he's always tired for some reason and everyone is so used to it atp. like he will ALWAYS sleep on the bus/airplane, no matter how long the drive/flight is.

but when he's finally awake he's so hyper. he says the silliest things. repeats the same phrases over and over again and has about zero filter.

most of the time the zero filter has to do with the fact he speaks before he thinks. it even catches himself off guard sometimes.

i feel like this is too long and we haven't even gotten into jean and shawn dynamic so i'm just gonna cut it off here and they’ll get another part i think

derrick allen

bro we don't even know who derrick is, but apparently he's someone to me now too.

this man has crazy attachment issues, but is also the biggest simp for shawn too.

he likes going around kissing shawn and making out with shawn, but whenever shawn mentions something serious derrick acts like it's just a joke. which i guess is easy to do, because shawn is always treating everything as a joke anyways. except he's really not trying to when it comes to derrick.

jean falls victim to shawn ranting and crying about derrick. so jean respectfully ignores derrick til he gets his shit together.

and i just realised i have SO MUCH to say about derrick and shawn too so let me cut myself off.

derek thompson

same as shawn and derrick. derek is supposed to be a no one, but here i am and suddenly derek is being perceived by me too

SOOO derek was supposed to be like the third party with derrick and shawn. it was supposed to be the three of them flirting and making out and being little shits but then y'all were asking about derrick & shawn and i decided yk what let's do it. then later the short oneshot was written by oomf and derek got mentioned as the one shawn is in love with and i was like oh... i fucked up the dynamic. but in another universe it would've been the three of them ig

ANYWAYYSS derek takes medication. i haven't really decided on what kind of medications, but while thinking about him i always imagined either depression or adhd or both idk

and i have so many more headcanons for the au, but this is too long so i´ll post part 2 another time :))

[ssnowiejo]

(Dropping a little rant; feel free to scroll if this isn't for you. I should be sleeping but whatever.)

When I first became a fan of Joseph back in 2022, I was genuinely rooting for him. I was thrilled when he was cast in AQPDO and Gladiator II,even if those weren't the types of movies I usually enjoy. I wasn't as enthusiastic about FF, since I always felt he had more potential in indie or independent films. Still, I was ready to support him because I was a true fan. There’s a little story I’ve never shared before (but maybe some of you will relate to it before everything with the DC stuff unfolded).

Like many women, I've had my share of terrifying experiences with men, many of which happened when I was a minor, being chased by older men, catcalled, and even touched inappropriately on public transport. These moments left me with social anxiety that only worsened after high school. I wouldn’t leave the house unless I was sure I’d be accompanied by someone I trusted. The idea of going out alone was terrifying. I canceled plans often and sometimes felt ashamed for being “an adult” who was too anxious to leave her own home.

Then, when I became a fan of Joe, I saw photos and videos of him walking around London. I know this may sound silly, but I thought to myself, “He looks so confident. He doesn’t seem to care about walking alone. I want to be like that.” A few weeks later, I worked up the courage to go outside by myself, no friends, no one, just me. It was incredibly scary, but I did it. I even laughed a little, thinking that I did it just because I wanted to seem as cool and carefree as Joe.

I always thought he’d be the type of person who might understand a struggle like that. But after seeing who he chose to date, I can't help but feel disheartened. It makes me wonder if he would laugh at my struggles alongside Doja. It stings and makes me feel a bit insecure, even though I know deep down I was never going to meet him. Yet, the thought that people like him and Doja exist, and that I could cross paths with people who share their mindset, fills me with dread.

This might sound ridiculous to some, but for many years, being a fan provided a sense of safety. I truly believed it would be the same with Joe, I was happy to be a part of his fandom for the past two years. Now I realise that there isn’t any real “safe place” in celebrity culture. It saddens me deeply that people with money, fame, and status often get away with so much. Selfish people who hurt others continue to thrive, while the rest of us have to endure and “just deal with it” because that’s how the world works.

What makes it worse is knowing that, in the end, he really doesn’t care,his fans don’t care, the industry doesn’t care. As long as he and Doja bring in money, they’ll keep thriving. And even if their moment in the spotlight fades, they’ve already secured enough to live comfortably forever.

If they’re still happily together or just hooking up or whatever I just find it so disappointing and disgusting.

I’m just tired, man.

[kirk-says-wah]

Could I request a one shot.

James and Dave have been together for a long time. James is ready for children and wants to talk to Dave about adopting. But Dave comments about not wanting any children when they're out for dinner with friends. Which makes James wonder if he should even bring up the conversation.

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞

Pairings: Dave/James

Note: this got me thinking about the boys as dads and omg my heart 😭🥺

James isn’t usually the one that babysits.

He’s usually working or busy; he’s never been the default.

But a frantic call this morning from Lars on his day off had him hopping in the car before he could even think.

Lars doesn’t work anymore since he got Rosa, Kirk is the breadwinner in their house, so it was unusual for Lars to call up and say he needed a babysitter.

But James doesn’t mind.

He bounces his knee as the television whirs in the background, the little toddler giggling on his knees as her chubby hands hook into his tshirt.

He pulls a face at her, sticks his tongue out, and she laughs some more, cheeks going red.

It makes James’ heart flutter, and spending the day with her has made him realise how much he’d like his own children.

He thinks he’d make a great dad. Dave definitely would.

He can already imagine a little boy or girl curled up in Dave’s arms as he sings them a lullaby, making sure they knows he loves them. James knows he’s ready for a kid. He’s fucking thirty two. But he and Dave haven’t really spoken about kids for a while.

It would be a big step, and James knows it would take a long time before they even adopt - Kirk and Lars had to wait over a year before they adopted Rosa.

She giggles again and he gently pinches her cheek.

“You’re cute, aren’t you?” he says, watching her eyes widen as he speaks, her hands gripping harder into his tshirt.

He bets she’d like a cousin. He thinks they’d get along well. He really hopes for a boy, but knows he’d just be as happy with a girl.

Sometimes he doubts himself, that maybe he’d end up like his father, but it reminds him of the many conversations he’s had with Dave. Dave always tells him he’s a better man than his dad ever was, that there’s not one instance where Dave has ever doubted that.

“Da?” Rosa says, and James laughs, pulling her onto his hip as he stands up.

“No, your dads are out. They’ll be home soon,” he says before putting her in her high chair.

She babbles happily, slapping her hands on the tray.

He bends, boops a finger on her nose to make her laugh.

“Can you say uncle James?”

She blows a raspberry at him, and he sighs. It was probably a long shot anyway. She’s not long started talking.

He grabs a pot of baby food out of the fridge and a spoon, the domesticity making him swoon.

God, he just wants this to be his life. He wants waking up at three am and warming up milk bottles and changing dirty diapers.

He so desperately wants a kid, he knows he’s ready.

He gets some food on the spoon before bringing it to her face, but she scrunches her little nose up, turning away.

“Well we can definitely tell who your dad is, huh?” he says, laughing as he tries again, only for her to make a few unhappy noises, pushing his hand away.

James sighs, instead trying to use the spoon as an airplane.

That grabs her attention, and she watches as he soars the spoon through the air, plane noises rumbling from his chest.

— —

They go to dinner the next night. A double date they’ve not done since Rosa was born, and Lars spends the whole time checking his phone.

Dave sits next to James, their shoulders brushing as he gives an amused glance. They’ve mostly finished their dinner, just picking at the last few bits, and Dave’s got his hand slung around James’ back, keeping him close.

“Lars you need to lighten up,” Dave says, taking a swig of his soda.

Lars scrubs a hand over his face, glancing at his own husband before saying “I just worry. You’ll understand when you have kids.”

Dave laughs, moving to pat James’ thigh softly. James sniggers, popping a fry in his mouth.

“That won’t be happening any time soon.”

James blinks. It takes him a moment to realise what Dave just said. Maybe Dave isn’t ready yet. He guesses he could maybe wait a bit longer. He doesn’t like Dave’s tone though. Why is he talking about it like they’ve already discussed it?

“D’you not want kids then?” Kirk asks, whacking at Lars’ arm when Lars attempts to look at his phone again.

Dave shakes his head, not even bothering to look at James.

“No way. I love my life the way it is. I don’t want kids ruining that.”

James stares intently at the table for a moment.

Dave doesn’t want kids. How did he not think that was important information to tell him?

The last time they talked about it, really talked about it, Dave just said it was something he had to think about. But that was when they were like twenty eight.

“You don’t want kids?” slips out of his mouth before he can stop himself, glancing up to watch Dave’s expression startle.

Dave just looks back at him, his hand falling away from James’ leg, and James suddenly feels cold.

Silence claims them, and James can feel his heart twist as it drags on. He never thought Dave would say no. He never thought Dave wouldn’t want more with him.

They could have a little family. It’s all he’s ever wanted, and he wants to share that with the love of his life.

He watches Dave’s adam’s apple bob, his eyes flickering over James’ face before James finally looks away.

He wants to go home.

He doesn’t want to look at Dave right now.

The rest of the dinner is awkward as they split the bill and go their separate ways, and the car ride home is silent.

Dave drives home, hands white knuckling at the wheel, and James keeps his eyes out the window.

When they get home, he’s out the car before Dave can say anything, unlocking the door before stepping into their empty house.

Their empty house that’s too big for just the two of them. The weight of Dave’s words settle heavy on his chest and his eyes feel suddenly wet.

Fuck he really needs to get himself together.

“James-“ Dave says, but James just shakes his head, and he doesn’t know if it’s the anger or the alcohol, but suddenly he’s talking and he can’t stop.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” he says. “Why did you make that decision before you even spoke to me?”

“It’s my decision,” Dave spits back, closing the front door. “If I don’t want kids, then that’s up to me.”

“But it’s not just your decision, Dave,” James cries, running a hand through his hair. “This is our life. Ours. You can’t just make decisions like that for me. We have to want the same thing.”

“So what? Because I don’t want kids you’re gonna break up with me?” Dave roars, stepping forwards, face red.

“It’s not that simple,” James says, shaking his head. “I just wish you’d talked to me about it.”

Dave scoffs, pulling his boots off. James longs for a beer, but he knows more alcohol isn’t going to fix this. He needs to be adult about this. He’s got to stand his ground. He sits down on the couch, swallows thickly.

“Don’t you ever think about it?” he says, his voice softer now. He doesn’t look at Dave but he can feel eyes on him.

There’s a long pause before finally Dave sighs, sitting down next to James, though there’s still an air of tension that causes a distance between them.

“Of course I do,” Dave replies eventually.

“Then why are you saying no?”

Dave scrubs a hand over his face before turning to James, tries to meet his eyes, but James keeps his gaze on the floor.

“Don’t you think our life is perfect just the way it is?” he says.

“I love our life,” James says, wiping at his eyes before any tears can slip down. “But I want more.”

“Am I not enough for you?” Dave says, his voice close to a sob, and James’ eyes snap up with panic.

“It’s not like that,” he says, reaching over to tentatively tuck a piece of hair behind Dave’s ear. “You know you mean everything to me.”

Dave sniffs, searching James’ eyes.

“You want a kid that bad?”

James just nods, his throat feeling raw and closed off.

This is it. This is gonna be a dealbreaker. But he can’t let Dave go. Maybe having kids isn’t worth it.

Dave gives a stuttering sigh, head tilting back as he blinks rapidly.

“But we both work? How could we make that work?”

“You can still work and have a baby,” James says.

“Well Lars doesn’t,” Dave points out.

“That’s because Lars made the choice not to, not because he can’t. We can still keep our jobs. I’d just go part time or something,” James says.

Dave nods, and James tries to grasp ahold of him before he slips away, quietly putting a hand on Dave’s knee.

“And we have a spare room,” Dave says, to which James nods quickly.

“But don’t you think I’m gonna be an awful dad?” Dave says after a moment, breaking eye contact.

“Is that why you don’t want a baby?” James asks, not quite believing what he’s hearing. Dave would make a great dad. He’s soft and caring and incredibly kind, he’s already amazing with Rosa when she comes to stay with them.

“Yes and no,” Dave says, rubbing at his eyes.

“Dave,” James starts, watching as Dave’s eyes flick to his. “There’s no one else I’d want to do this with. You’d make a great dad, I don’t doubt that for a second.”

Dave gives a small smile, and James moves his hand to instead encircle Dave’s waist.

“Okay,” Dave says, leaning into James’ touch, resting his head against James’ shoulder. “We can look into it.”

“You mean that?” James asks, tries to get a look at Dave’s face.

Dave nods and gently reaches up to kiss James’ lips softly. James makes a surprised noise but kisses back.

“I love you,” Dave says when he pulls away. “And I want you to be happy.”

“I don’t want to force you. You mean more to me than adopting,” James says, because he doesn’t want to twist Dave’s arm into something so serious. Dave has to want this too.

“You’re not,” Dave says, thumbing gently at James’ chin, keeping him close. “Sometimes I can picture you with a baby in your arms, and it makes me happy.”

James smiles, arms moving to wrap around Dave’s neck.

“I guess I just didn’t want to face us growing up. And I didn’t want to make a definite decision,” Dave says.

“That’s okay,” James replies. “I’m not asking you to make such a big decision right now. I just want you to be open to it. We’re not getting any younger.”

Dave laughs.

“Speak for yourself.”

James cackles, and Dave quickly shuts him up, kissing him hard.

[minjeelee]

shh baby or they’ll hear you.

Alot of smut , i’m talking written porn but anyways

Contains: Brothers best friend, kind of public sex (near other people) , un protected sex , rough sex ,, ALOT of kissing dom!heeseung sub!Y/N

it was a typical Friday night , spending time with your brother and his best friends ,

sunghoon , sunoo and jake watching a movie, whilst the rest sit on the dining table watching you and heeseung cook , whilst being on their phones.

whilst cooking , heeseung was doing small things to put you off your game , when passing by he would grab your waist to move behind you , or leaning over top of you to grab something out of the cabinet above , small things that drove you crazy even if they were just a normal gesture it had you drooling. in two places.

you had always found heeseung attractive , with but you knew it would be so damn wrong because he’s your brothers best friend. you were sure your brother jake wouldn’t completely loose his shit over dating his best friend right?

eventually after you had finished cooking and had dinner , everyone sat down to watch a movie , some on the floor on bean bags , some on the couch , some bringing the dining table chair over , everyone was in their own world.

you had liked heeseung for years , him being your brothers best friend caused him to be constantly at your house to be with jake. and to be fair you always cant help but get wet at the sight of him , he’s unreal , and he could say the same , little does anyone know that he goes home every night just to think of you and sometimes even get himself off to you.

you were sitting next to him lying down , sunghoon and jay being on the complete other end of the couch whilst the others were on the floor in beanbags or on chairs.

heeseung ended up lying down next to you , spooning you in some way. as he moved around to get comfy he grabbed a blanket from behind you and said “are you cold Y/N?” you gave a small nod as he threw the blanket over the two of you as he did he lightly grazed his fingers over your waist, and rested them there.

as time went onwards you wriggled backward to get comfy , grinding on him accidentally during the act as he grabbed your hips and let out a small groan into your ear.

you smirk realising the effect , as his hand moves from your hip to your shorts slowly moving his hand underneath to feel the band of your panties. he plays with it before moving his hand back to your stomach , you push back against him again making him dig his fingers into your skin whispering in your ear “princess you better stop grinding on me” you gulp lightly and still yourself.

eventually you got up to go to the bathroom , very wet from the littlest touch , but more from the sight of him and the feeling of him being behind you.

you hear someone open your bedroom door expecting jake but it turns to be the one and only heeseung “yes hee?” you lightly speak as a invitation in.

“so what was up with you grinding on me hmm baby?”

he says whilst closing the door.

“n-nothing i was just trying to get comfy” you lie and he can tell your lying , “im not dumb baby” he says as a smirk grows on his face. “cmon you can just tell me if your horny love” he lowly says

you let out a small whimper at the sight of him , and at his words. he moves closer to you closing the gap ,as you stumble backwards and fall onto the bed he lets out a small chuckle , climbing on top of you. “you gonna be quite love? your walls are paper thin remember baby? they can hear everything.”

those words remind you how thin your walls are , sometimes you can hear jakes phone whilst it’s below half of its volume , or when you hear him even quietly talking next door.

heeseung proceeds when you give him a small nod , closing the gap between yous , grabbing your chin and pulling you into a kiss , it’s hungry, sloppy and wet , your both needing more , your tounges fighting , as he wins the dominance game occasionally biting your bottom lip , he pulls away for a breather and says “ never knew my best friends sister was so naughty hmm? never knew you were into fucking your brothers friends?”he teases you and you reply “cant help that your just so goddamn attractive” you smile before grabbing his shirt to pull him into another hungry kiss , he runs his hands up your sides leaving one hand on your hip and bringing one up to your jaw , moving your head and hair to the side before kissing down your neck.

he gets up and pulls his shirt over his head , and pulls yours off too.

you grab him around the neck and kiss him again, this time his hands run down to your shorts pulling them down , leaving you in just your panties and matching bra. you moan against his lips when he rubs your clothed heat, he pulls away and grabs the waistband of his grey sweatpants “ are you sure you wanna get fucked by your brothers best friend ?” he gives you one last out

“yes hee i’m sure , just please don’t tell jake” you ask and he gives a nod before pulling his sweats off , you start drooling at the size of his buldge alone , “ stop drooling , you haven’t even seen it yet love”

you sit up as he comes back to you , unclipping your bra and throwing it away. doing the same with your panties he takes a moment to look at you , before pulling down his boxers.

“stand up” he says as you get off the bed , he pulls you into another kiss , grabbing your bare ass as your hands rest around his neck.

he turns you to face the bed , and applies pressure to your lower back , making you instinctively bend over

“little slut already bent over for me huh?” he teases as you crawl on all fours to the head of the bed. lifting your ass up and arching your back, he lets out a groan at the sight of you like this, “raw or do you want me to use a condom?”

he asks purely out of respect, “i don’t mind,just please fuck me hee” you reply needy and wanting him inside of you , thinking only for your horny self and mind.

he responds by coming up behind you , grabbing your hips before slowly pushing in his tip , a moan leaves your mouth

“f-fuckkk” you moan out , hes fucking massive and he’s stretching you out so well , he pushes in a little more “mmhhh heeseung fuck” another whimper leaves your lips , he chuckles at how pathetic you are , with another roll of his hips he goes a little deeper “oh my g-god your so big hee” you turn your head to look at him , to see him smirking “that’s not even half baby” he says in a low tone

“shut up there’s no w- ohh!” he shuts you up real fast with another deep push of his hips , “shhh baby they’re gonna hear you, that’s a little more than half now okay a little more love” he reassures you and pushes his hips in again until he’s balls deep , he leans over your body to put a hand over your mouth and you were about to ask why , but your train of thoughts stop , when he pulls out completely before ramming back into you , you scream his name luckily his hand is over your mouth or you would’ve just got everyone’s attention , ramming into you at a rough and quick pace , the occasional slap on your ass left you a moaning mess “imagine if your brother knew what we were doing right now hmm? what would he think?” he teases and questions , only being able to form a small answer as your so fucked out already “i d-dont k-know Oh fuck heeseung! please more!” you moan and whine out the both of you don’t care how loud your being anymore , hes slamming in and out of you , pulling out to ram back in balls deep , his hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. heeseung hears footsteps that he recognises as jakes , your still moaning and whining out , the occasional scream of his name , he holds your hips as he fucks you so hard tears roll down your cheeks. the door cracks open and jakes jaw drops at the sight , heeseung dosent stop , he continues to fuck you mercilessly. “ look who it is baby, look who’s watching me fuck you dumb hmm?” he says after making eye contact with jake , you turn your head still moaning “o-oh fuck heeseung , j-jake i’m sorry-y “ you moan out still

jake just nods and closes the door before leaving , rubbing his head to see if he was dreaming or he just seen that.

the other boys look at him and ask if he’s okay, “yeah i just seen my sister getting her insides rearranged by heeseung…”

the boys jaws drop at his words

meanwhile you where still whining and moaning , out , “ fuck hee i’m close o-oh please!” you moan out to him

“yeah you close baby? cum on my dick princess , cum on it cmon” he encourages you

moans start leaving his lips as his high was approaching aswell , quickening his pace even more , “mm yeah cum on my cock , show me how much you love it , cmon” he says as you come undone of his cock as with a scream of his name. a couple thrusts later and he came inside you, he came alot to the point were it filled you to the brim. , the feeling of that alone almost making you cum all over him again, he pulls out and grabs a towel “you good baby?” he laughs a bit at your fucked out state , “y-yeah but what about my brother man” you worry

“don’t worry about him love” he says cleaning you up with a towel , kissing your forehead and giving you your clothes back

“y’know you could’ve told me you liked me earlier right?” he says “i really didn’t think you liked me back hee” you respond

“oh well now you know.. be mine?” “of course hee”

you both get dressed and walk out , heeseung occasionally having to grab your waist as you stumble a bit , you walk out to see everyone just staring at yous , “yes?” heeseung just stares back at them , “so your gonna walk out here and act like you didn’t just rail my sister” jake asks laughing “yeah i am why?” heeseung walks past him going to grab a glass of water , you stand there like your frozen before falling into the couch and sitting comfily, “did you atleast pull out?!” jake mentions , heeseung turns around with widened eyes “your kidding me right” jake says again thinking he’s playing around , “shit” heeseung and you say in sync.

haha the end , hope you guys enjoyed 😭

[echoes-sounds]

I have little Lavellan brain rot

Literal child Inquisitor, around 15 years old, despite looking young they assume at first he is an adult because he has Vallaslin. Not that it would have mattered much given he is the only one capable of closing rifts. But! It means they only realise he’s a literal child after he is dubbed Herald of andraste

He got his Vallaslin early, he was an ex-slave who had a difficult time settling into clan life and fitting in, so his guardian suggested he get his a few years early. He was mature enough (though because of trauma), his guardian also died at the conclave

His magic only manifested a year prior, so he is an untrained mage but does know a bit about using daggers

So to start with he can’t fight for shit, has to rely heavily on the party meaning one bonus inner circle member is dragged around (so four instead of three)

While in haven the inner circle and advisors are much more protective of him, he still goes on missions mostly because none of the others can close rifts but they are much more carful with him

He still becomes Inquisitor out of necessity, the masses have grown fond of the herald of andraste and it’s doubted they will follow anyone else HOWEVER, the advisors have a much more active role in decision making, essentially Little Lavellan is the poster child

Solas becomes a father figure/mentor to him and the two gain a really close bond over the course of Inquisition, Solas fends off his nightmares and teaches how to wield his magic and also how to safely commune with spirits.

Cassandra is like a cool big sister who teaches him how to properly hold a sword even though the things are too heavy for him, sometimes they’ll spar with wooden swords, she’s surprisingly gentle with him, she also reads to him. But obviously not swords and shields and will skip over any questionable chapters in other works.

Dorian frightened him at first, he is a Vint and thus dragged up a lot of little Lavellan’s trauma. But gradually Dorian earns his trust and the two become good friends though not best friends like you do in the game. Still they’re fond of one another.

Cole and little Lavellan are fast friends, Cole is an utter weirdo and Lavellan really likes that. He appreciates what Cole is, he is compassion and thus wants to help. He also appreciates that there is someone else to get confused over things people do sometimes. Lavellan spends a lot of time around skyhold helping cole to help people

Sera and little Lavellan are partners in crime, they get into all sorts of mischief together, from pranks to down right rule breaking there is no one he would rather get in trouble with.

The Iron Bull is fatherly to little Lavellan, but he doesn’t see him as a dad more of a super buff uncle. Lavellan enjoys hanging out with the bull and the chargers, he had a similar issue with Krem as he did to Dorian but it was much more fleeting given now down to earth Krem is. The bull has tried to give little Lavellan dating advice but has been shot down by just about everyone else and they tell him not to do that.

Blackwall was close with Lavellan, they would make things together, chat about the Grand Tourney and jousting. But when Lavellan found out what Blackwall did he found he couldn’t forgive him, he couldn’t face him and thus left him to his chosen fate.

Vivienne is surprisingly motherly to little Lavellan, but in the cold step mother kind of way, she fusses over him, his image. She does care for him but they often conflict in opinion and she often doesn’t respect him because of his age.

Varric and little Lavellan get along like a house on fire, they’re the best of buds. Lavellan loves to go ask the dwarf for stories and will often seek him out for advise. Varric let him shoot bianca once and there is still a hole in his chair from it. Varric also teaches Lavellan the best card games.

Hawke - as a result of being read stories and told stories by both Cassandra and Varric, Lavellan became a huge fan of Hawke’s and when he got to meet them he freaked out so bad, and despite Cassandra’s anger to Varric he chatted her ear off about it for ages.

[f1-disaster-bi]

Send me a ship and a number and I'll tell you and dando in single dad au?

Since there's no number, we gonna do all of them!

Single Dad au - Dando

1. Which one is the better cook?

Hmmm, in this au both are pretty good cooks. Lando made a point of learning to cook when he knew he was going to be having a child to raise. He didn't want to rely on meal services, especially when he wasn't sure if he could make racing work and thought about having to get a job (cause he wanted to raise his kid on his own as much as he could). Daniel has learned bits from his mum and gran, bits he passes down to Eloise, but I would say Eloise and Lando prefer his cooking to Landos (cause Dan knows how to make a mean carbonara)

2. What do their love letters look like?

Lando doesn't really do love letters, but he does sen walls of text with emojis Daniel has to decipher. However for Daniel's birthday, he always writes him a little letter. It's always handwritten, and a little messy, but it's filled with moments that Daniel didn't even realise he was doing something that made Lando fall deeper for him and just all the things Lando can't say outloud sometimes.

Daniel's are short and sweet. They're filled with puns and dirty jokes, but always with mentions of how much Lando has given him and how much he loves him. He also leaves little sticky note love notes all over the house and in Lando suitcases

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope

I want to say they die within a day of each other, and the other dies of a broken heart.

But part of me also sees Lando going first, which is a shock to everyone. Lando is in his seventies, Dan his eighties, and Dan never planned to be the one behind. He always thought he'd go first or they'd go together, and sure his health and memory aren't great, but he still knows his kids need him and he hangs on as much as he can. He definetly is a little quieter without Lando, a little sadder and more contemplative, and when he goes about a year later, Eloise says it's from a broken heart

4.What they do on date night

They have a few things they do because they have two types of date night: family date night and actual date night

Family date night continues the tradition of watching animated movies, and building forts, and having their kids fall asleep between them, even when Eloise is a teenager and rolls her eyes at watching these movies

On actual date night, they normally try get out of the house and leaving everything behind. They go out ot eat, go for walks and somtimes, they go dancing because Lando had laughed once and told Dan that he had never done school dances or anything like that, and Daniel makes a point out of taking Lando out to dance whenever he can. They love trying new restaurants and going to arcades and acting like idiot kids in love, challenging each other with games and just relaxing

5. How many kids they’ll have

They have two. They have Eloise, and when Eloise is 9 they decide to used a surrogate and Daniel's sperm to have another child. This is when they have their son around the time Eloise is turning ten, who's name is Flynn

6. How they decorated their bedroom

They wouldn't have any type of racing memorible in their room. No fan art, helmets or trophies. They have a back wall that is a navy blue, and white on the other walls. They have a painting that Lando made above their bed, and wall that has other pictures they've picked out together. It's a very cosy room, lots of pillows and soft blankets on the bed. They have some trinkets from holidays together on their shelves, and a little book shelf. They do have a television, mainly because when Eloise and Flynn were small and sick, they'd all curl up in Lando and Daniel's big bed

7 Which one is the worse driver

Hmmm, neither of them are bad. Maybe at first Daniel is still a little speed over safety, but when he starts driving places with Eloise, he slows down because the thought of anything ever happening them and her getting hurt freaks them out.

And Lando is the same, he might take risks on track, but when he learned to drive a road car, he always kept it safe because he'd never put his daughter at risk.

However Dan sometime gets distracted singing along to his playlists....

8. What they argue about

They sometimes argue about on track things. Especially in the early years of their relationship, they have to learn to leave that aside if they want this to last, which they do. They learn how to talk it out.

Sometimes they argue over who's turn it is to do dishes or vacum the floor. They never really have big fights because they learn how to communicate, especially since their is kids involved and Lando made it clear after a year of dating that big decisions are a them thing since it could impact Eloise.

9. Which one swears more

Daniel.

Eloise learns to swear from Daniel and he has to brib her to not swear around Lando until she's a teenager

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other

They watch Schitts Creek together, and rewatch it because it's the show they started together while figuring out they loved each other. They'd also watch things like Money Heist, new seasons of DTS, You, Friends and a lot of their shows together.

Daniel defiently hides that he watches things like Love Island from Lando. And Lando hides that he watches certain youtube channels from Daniel because both of them are worried of the other judging them even though they never would

11. What their first impression was of each other

Daniel's first impression of Lando when he joined F1 was that he was a shy, but funny and snarky rookie

Lando's first impression of Lando through watching him race was that he was fearless, and in person, it was that Daniel as like the sun. He was warm and friendly and you just wanted to revolve around him

12. What they do for their anniversary

For their anniversary, Lando and Daniel always try make it special which is hard because of the fact that they technically got together on Lando's birthday. Lando argues they didn't get together 'properly' until they had their first date. Daniel argues that "the night you kissed me is our anniversary".

When it falls on race weekends, they try have a nice dinner and plan something bigger for during the week. Normally it's a night away either with or without the kids

When it's during the week, they go all out. It's a whole day of them showing each other love, doing things they enjoy, lots of taking advantage of an empty house while everyone is at school and big romantic gestures

13. Which makes a bigger deal of birthdays

Daniel

Daniel loves birthdays and he goes all out. He plans parties and gifts months in advance.

Lando does plan things, and always gets thoughtful gifts, but he loves more lowkey celebrations . Although he does surprise Daniel with flying his family over and their friends, and throwing the perfect party for Dan (but he also tells daniel he is done for the next ten years)

14. What nicknames they call each other

Daniel has so many nicknames for Lando. He calls him baby, babe, Lan, my hubby, baby daddy, love of my life, my favourite dilf, baby, babe, cutie pie, sweetheart

Lando sticks to more general like babe. In private he uses a lot of my love, my heart, my man

15. What they would change about each other

Nothing.

Daniel adores Lando for everything he is. He admires his strenght, he adores his wit and he just loves him. Even when Lando is stubborn, he adores him and wouldn't change a thing

And Lando feels the same. Daniel brings so much light to his life, he helps him see things from a different perspective and even when Daniel disagrees with him, Lando loves him

They both love and accept their differences and because of this they communicate really well and make it work for them

[randomoranges]

idk why im so blocked with writing recently. everything is so hard lamao. but here is a thing

October Long pt 2

October 7th 2023

Edward had excused himself to take a quick shower and change into more appropriate clothes and so, when he steps out of Élyse’s washroom, it is to more commotion coming from the living room. It seems that the rest of the family, minus Samuel, has arrived and he realises, not for the first time, that it’s been quite a long time since he’s last properly seen and spoken with Jacques and Suzette.

He tries not to panic as he wonders how they’ll react, but before he can discreetly hide anywhere else, Suzette seems to spot him from the other end of the room and she lets go of Étienne with an ear-piercing shriek, before making her way quickly towards him.

“Edward?! Is that really you?! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

He doesn’t even get a chance to respond and he soon finds himself with an armful of Suzette, who is going on about how good it is to see him and how much she’s apparently missed him. He’d forgotten just how energetic Suzette could be – and how strong – given her small stature, but she nearly picks him off the ground with her embrace and when he gets over the initial shock, he finds a way to hug her back. He spares a glance towards Étienne, silently asking for help, but his boyfriend shares a look with his brother and the both of them shrug, amused.

“It’s good to see you too,” He manages to wheeze, when his feet are fully back on solid ground.

Truth be told, he’d always enjoyed his holidays at Jacques (and Suzette’s). If anything, it had been a fascinating observation exercise in the strange dynamics of Étienne’s family. Compared to his own, Étienne’s family had never felt close. Sure, Étienne was close to Élyse, and sometimes Étienne would spend hang out with his cousin Charlie (even though it always felt as though it was done under duress), and he didn’t mind visiting Jacques on occasion, but Étienne and Samuel were like fire and water and it rarely felt as though any one of them would lend a hand to the other if there was some sort of grave situation.

At least, Edward thought, he had civil relations with most of his own family – to some extent – and knew that if one was going through something, the others would pitch in to help out. In most cases. Or – more so than Étienne’s family.

Anyways.

It had been quite interesting to see that despite everything, come Christmas, everyone made an effort and gravitated around to Jacques’ place, as if Catholic guilt, maybe, pulled them all back together. It was always fascinating how it was Jacques who seemed to be able to pull this, given that he was the quietest of them all, and maybe, Edward reflected, that was the key to the success. A stable force of nature to balance out Samuel’s snark and Étienne’s easy to ignite temper when he was around him.

Still, it had never felt forced, or at the very least, more often than not it had never felt forced, and maybe it meant that deep down, they all wanted to get along in their own ways but years of hurt had stopped them from reaching out properly.

But Edward keeps fond memories of those evenings filled with laughter and good food and that, if nothing else, has to count for something.

“You know, I was starting to think we would never see you again. Does this mean you and Étienne have patched things up?”

Edward spares Étienne another glance. It’s not that he doesn’t want to tell Étienne’s family that they’re dating, but he also has not had this conversation with Étienne either. Technically, he also knows that Étienne’s family wouldn’t bat an eye at the notion, but he also doesn’t know if he wants to explain the particularities of his relationship just yet.

“If you’re asking if we’re friends again, then yes, we are.” Étienne comes to his rescue and Edward lets out a sigh of relief. “We finally pulled our heads out of our asses, rekindled our friendship, and El invited him over.”

“Oh! That’s wonderful; I’m so happy for you!”

“Thanks,” They both manage to say in unison.

Edward is amazed that Suzette doesn’t push it, but he’s also glad. He wonders as well if she’s that naïve, or if she’s giving them both the benefit of the doubt. He also has about half a dozen questions he’d like to ask his beau about where Suzette thought he’d been for the past few holidays and whether or not she’d ever really knew that they’d been sort of together back in the days. He’s not about to push his luck and ask, but he’ll have to have a chat with Étienne about it later; it would be nice to have a clear plan and version of facts for when it’ll be needed.

“You should come for Christmas! Like you used to. I can make you a new stocking and it would be lovely to have you over again. Oh, say you’ll come over for Christmas, Edward, please?”

Suzette looks at him with imploring and pleading brown eyes and she looks so very hopeful and pleased with her sudden little idea. Étienne squawks besides him, babbling on about how he must already have plans and how he has a family of his own and such. Edward appreciates the easy out he could take but at the same time, they had spoken about this last year; about alternating. And – it would be nice. He’d have to speak with Calvin and he knows for a fact that Étienne would tell him that Calvin is more than welcome. Plus, Samuel would be happy to see Calvin and vice versa, but he still needs a moment to figure it all out.

“Honey, tell Edward he can come over for Christmas.” Suzette nudges Jacques in the thigh and Edward still thinks it’s comical how this smidgen of a woman has such power over the quiet giant that is Étienne’s brother, Jacques.

“Of course.” Is all Jacques says and Suzette beams, as if that’s all the answer anyone needs.

“I’ll – that’s very nice of you to invite me – I’ll get back to you once I’m back home, but I would love to be there.”

His answer seems to be good enough for Suzette for now and she hugs him tightly once more, mentioning all the things she’s going to make. Edward lets her, oddly calmed by her chatter, until Élyse calls them over to the dining room.

FIN

[gamerartistfan08]

Space Goofs fanfiction Chapter 1 part 1

It was a wet evening as rain continues to pour down, showing no stop whatsoever, the city is as quiet as a big city can get.

We then got a view of an old house that sits on a small hill, untouched by any construction.

We zoom into a window on the top floor, inside is a lab and in it was Etno, a purple alien with a big red nose and pink lips, he’s the leader of the other aliens who are sound asleep in their beds (except Gorgious, a big blue alien with a single tooth out of his bottom mouth, who sleeps in a bathtub).

Etno has been busy drawing up blueprints for a new spaceship for him and the others to return to their home planet Zigma B, it’s been decades since they have been stuck on this planet, many times Etno tries to build ships and tries to send out sos to other life forms in neighbouring galaxies.

Alas, they both end up in failure, sometimes some of the spaceships do work but then some humans would end up accidentally riding one or gets destroyed, it frustrates Etno to no end.

He dropped his pencil because he just finished the blueprint, looking at the design and believe that the next ship will be a success, but after looking his belief was washed away from a doubt forming in his head.

Etno then turns the print into a ball and throws it across behind him with other paper balls piled up.

Etno place both his hands on his face and sighed, the consent failures are taking a toll on him, for he has the faith of his friends to return home, and as the leader, he promises them they’ll be at their lovely home world.

Another problem with building ships is human technology is way underdeveloped compared to theirs, and also Etno wished he paid more attention in spaceship class, for his younger self pushed it aside and said he’s not going to need it in the future, if Etno could only build a working time machine he goes back to find young Etno and tell him to study, heck if he can travel that far back there won’t be a need to tell him because he can always go back to the day they left for their holiday and warn them what will happen at that date.

Alas, again it’s impossible to do so as if the universe is playing jokes on them, even probably the Earth as well.

Etno removes his hands and looked out outside the window as the rain keeps running down from the sky, he then looks up to his wall clock above him and both the hands are pointing at two, it’s 2:10 am, he’s been so busy coming up a plan he didn’t realise how late or early the time is.

Turned his head away and sighed again as he sits up and carefully place his things inside the drawer of his table, Etno walks out of the lab, flips the light switch and closes the door as he gets ready for bed as he walks to the bathroom.

After brushing his teeth and a drink of water from the bathroom Etno begins to walk quietly to his (temporarily)room and lays down on his bed with the sheet and blanket covering him. Etno stares at the ceiling of his room thinking to himself if he’ll be able to get everyone back home, for years have gone by, more than they like and humans advance slowly but are still stupid and still fret about them.

His red iris eyes began to get heavy and finally closed them for the night or early morning, Etno begins to dream a dream where both he, Bud, Candy, Stereo and Gorgious are back home, hoping it is real.

Elsewhere location unknown.

Meanwhile, somewhere far, we see a view of a closed-off area with electric fences surrounding some small buildings, with signs saying DO NOT ENTER and THERE ARE DESERT SHARKS OFF LEASHES ROUND THIS AREA. Out front of the gate are two soldiers standing guard against any intruders, following the view we see inside a secret base with some people on computers, and others working on machinery, they seem to be robot parts as they put the parts together to complete bulky and tall robots. We then view on top to see rows of the said robots, they are not active for they are still a work in progress but one of them seems to be nearly complete as the mysterious men who's identity are covered by the shadows are around said robot. A sliding door opens and steps in another shadow cover man but he is probably someone of higher rank than the others as they stopped talking and give a salute. The higher rank man walks in front of the robot to look at the progress so, he turns to one of the men and says “The machine is finished I take it?” “Nearly sir.” replays a man, “We just need to finish installing a program and it is ready for service.” The higher rank’s mouth turns to a smile, a devilish smile for he is pleased upon hearing the work is almost done. “How long until it's finished?” “It will take probably a few more working days to complete as the programs are coded to be affected enough to do automated.” The higher rank turns and walks to glass that sealed off the rows of uncompleted robots. “With these advanced robots, we'll be able to track down criminals to unwelcome invaders. Then governments around the globe will stockpile them all, ready for action when needed, but most importantly we’ll be seen as ‘heroes’ while we are in the next phase of conquering, and our enemies will beg on their knees for our great might and power!” The man then begins to chuckle as the view changes back to the outside of the base.

Hello, everyone, it's me GamerArtistfan08, in the last post I talked about writing fanfic and I just finished one, again I'm not a writing expert and with help of Grammarly I think I did an alright job, also the parts,where both Etno is in class, failed it and being depressed, is based on a short comic by gingacd on Tumblr, thought it be interesting for the story ( poor Etno), gingacd artwork is amazing and credits go to her, please let me know if what I wrote is decent and to gingaced, please let me know as well should I have asked first, bye!

https://gingacd.tumblr.com/tagged/space%20goofs

(Update: just realised that Etno’s lab is now in the basement since season 2, opps.)

[faithfromanewperspective]

there’s a part of me that I learned from a young age to dissociate from, that it wasn’t safe to be consciously aware of. a part of me filled with compassion and solidarity for the vulnerable, longing to overturn social hierarchies in love and care for people in the deepest parts of themselves we as a society refuse to acknowledge; the one I am actually unable to feel safe enough to bring into a connection unless I see it in someone else, signalling I’m safe to mirror the vibe by bringing that part of myself into the interaction.

the first time I had it awakened, I guess, got the first glimpse of a world where that could be the real me around other people and it would actually exist rather than me feeling constantly like something was missing, was in primary school. I didn’t understand what it was about the friends I made then or what I saw in them at the time—it was all intuitive, I was a tiny child with no way of knowing who these people would be as adults but almost 2 decades later, I’m glad to see that inkling being proven right. I remember how alive I felt then. I’m so grateful I can come back to that now, even with all the trauma we’ve been through since then. In the words of my other childhood best friend who I don’t mean to leave out of this, ‘sometimes you just know’.

and I did. eleven years ago when I was twelve and starting high school and had no idea that the cutie who couldn’t figure out how to open his sewing machine would end up having most of the same hobbies that I did. be passionate about most of the same things I am. and struggle with similar things too, in a way that drew us together for reasons we didn’t have words for back then. call it falling in love, knowing I’d been in love, platonically, before. when well intentioned people took the best parts of us and without realising it’d break us, pitted us against each other, it became something I never learned to feel alive without. I always had this longing. six years is proof. I almost fell in love again, when I forgot what it felt like, when I found something muted and thought I could convince myself that it would maybe do, chancing on our different beliefs converging like mine and this person’s did, in the six years since.

I’ve looked at concepts of favourite people and I know I’ve experienced it before, with another dear friend of mine who I also feel like I can be myself around, in a rare and precious way even while I watched him shut everyone out and destroy himself a little. I’ve tried and tried to pathologise this because I know this isn’t normal. most people don’t feel such an isolating disconnect with the world except for with a childhood love interest, and only hints at it at that. most people don’t struggle to find safety to acknowledge that part of themselves that they really only can with God and some supernatural approval that maybe a high school crush shaped the connection with, just a little. maybe a lot. I struggle to be around faith communities most days. they don’t quite get it. I’ve tried to normalise it too. we never dated, even as in hindsight the sexual tension was obvious. but it never was about if the romance was there. it was about how this part of myself apparently needs other people in order to know how to exist.

so I’m telling you now. I’m not sure what you can do. I would like to talk to a professional about it but I have no words to know how to approach this topic. but I’m stuck, just like I was six, ten years ago. date someone else and either lie to them or make them feel like they’re second best in hopes that maybe they’ll come out first after some time. but that would be invalidating much intuition and might only waste even more of my (and someone else’s) time. or figure out how to reach out to and interact with this person without putting so much responsibility on their shoulders. I was scared then as a teenager, of doing this. I’m glad I played it safe, now I’m older and we both got to grow and neither had to pick up the pieces. but I have to, I really have to, do something. to understand it. to learn to let more people in without waiting on chance—but I know I can’t force my nervous system to feel things it doesn’t. it doesn’t do well with force. nor does my sex drive.

please someone please give me the words. I’m not ashamed anymore. favourite person, safe person, demiromantic, demisexual, all of these paint parts of the picture. I don’t think they truly capture it. but one thing I know is even if I never see this person again I still care about them so much that I always want to treat them with the utmost respect. I want to be able to be honest and not keep secrets like I have for almost half my life. I don’t believe in star crossed lovers. I believe in respecting autonomy. I need to be okay without someone. but what if I’m not?

[froggibus]

Dating Wade & Logan

Pairing: Wade Wilson x reader x Logan Howlett

Genre: hcs, mostly fluff, some suggestive content

Summary: how it would be in a relationship with these two

CW: poly? relationship, mentions of harassment, mentions of injury, jealousy, good luck dating these two, suggestive content, struggles with emotional intimacy, it’s been three years since ive read an xmen or deadpool comic sorry,

spoiler free!

it has been over a year since i posted anything marvel related but i saw deadpool & wolverine today (fantastic film, would recommend seeing it if you can!) and all i could think about the whole time was being in a relationship with these two ^^ if anyone has any thoughts, thirsts or requests for Wade & Logan, i will gladly take them rn!!

these motherfuckers (affectionate)

anyone who is bold enough to date one of them (let alone both) deserves a medal

however it is probably the safest you could ever be in a relationship

neither of them are that good at sharing but they are trying their best!! 

Logan can be so possessive and it does not help that Wade likes to push his buttons 

you will end up mediating a ton of fights ( & hopefully talking them out of a few) 

whenever they start yelling and getting into each other’s faces, you’re probably the only person in the world who can step in with no consequences 

most of the time it WILL end in sex and the only thing they will ever agree on is that they should fuck you right then and there

God help anybody who hurts you 

seriously both of these men are so protective and willing to throw down with a creep at ANY moment 

Wade will probably make a big joke out of whoever is bothering you and if they don’t back off, well…

rip to them 

Logan on the other hand has absolutely NO patience 

he’ll give them about 2 seconds to screw off before he’s knocking them out in one punch

neither are necessarily great with feelings so you’ll have to do a lot of the heavy lifting 

sometimes you’ll start crying and they’ll both be standing there side eyeing each other like ‘what do we do’

Logan will almost always offer you a drink the minute you seem stressed, tired etc 

meanwhile Wade tries to cut the tension and deflect with humour 

however if all you really want is a hug, all you gotta do is ask and they can never resist you 💓

you will have a lot of movie nights with them 

Wade or you will usually pick the movie  & Logan just sucks it up and watches

you’ll be snuggled up on the couch between them, your head on Logan’s chest and Wade’s head in your lap

if you fall asleep watching the movie, they’ll move heaven and hell to get you to bed 

but if either of them fall asleep? the other is shrugging it off and leaving them on the couch 

strong mfs love teasing you whenever they can too 

they’ll sandwich you between them just to watch you get flustered

both are clueless when it comes to the scale of injuries 

stab wounds are like paper cuts to them so neither really fret when you get hurt

there’s at least one incident where you get hurt pretty bad and neither of them realise it 

(it doesn’t help that you brush it off either) 

one trip to the hospital and two very stressed boyfriends later, they’re a lot more cautious afterwards 

you get to meet SO MANY cool people 

Jean and Scott especially love you, they think you settle the crazy that is Wade & Logan 

you’ve probably spent more than one drunken night on a couch at Xavier’s School 

one or both of them are also prone to disappearing randomly, sometimes for up to a week 

please call them out for it 

you’ll get so much attention you won’t know what to do with it

Logan especially can’t keep his hands off of you (even more so after a bad mission) 

he always needs to have a hand on your waist, a hand on your lower back, grabbing your thigh etc

Wade is a lot more casual and outward with his affections 

hand holding, resting his chin on your neck, standing behind you while you talk 

both LOVE holding you in their laps & have gotten into at least one (1) argument about it 

god help you if these mfs ever get jealous too 

Logan can be terrible whenever he gets jealous 

bonus points if it’s Scott that’s making him jealous too 

he’ll probably get all gruff and short with you

that or he’ll stride over to you and make a big show of shoving his tongue down your throat 

Wade will probably just make jokes when he’s jealous 

he’s not really a possessive guy so it’s pretty rare he’s genuinely jealous 

if he does get really jealous, he’ll probably make some weird threats that he passes off as ‘jokes’ (no one thinks he’s joking) 

it’s such a rare occasion that Logan probably films the whole thing cause it’s such a dumpster fire 

if they’re both jealous however?? 

you are in for a crazy night (JEALOUSY SEX JEALOUSY SEX)

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[charlywrites]

Requested by anon

Request; Hi love! Can you please make some angst with Lewis, like he’s super stressed and you got into a terrible fight during race weekend because he says he can defend himself, but he ending in a podium makes him realised he was wrong and apologise to you? 🙏🏼

Warnings; mention of stress and pressure, a bit of swearing, a fight but not terrible because I can’t see Lewis being mean 😭

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This season was tougher than the preceding ones, not only your boyfriend had his eighth championship- and absolute record, stolen from him, but this season’s car was a struggle.

She wasn’t living up to the expectations to say the least, and Lewis being himself, had suggested to the team to use his cars for the experiments instead of George’s.

It made the races even tougher as your boyfriend didn’t get a single win yet, of course, it would come at some point, after all, Lewis wasn’t the best for nothing.

But as if having a bad car wasn’t enough, added to the ending of the last season, Lewis was still receiving hate from rival team’s supporters claiming that he had never been that good, that he had only been lucky to have a fast car, or sometimes they would say that his career was over.

It disgusted you to see how even after everything he had done for this sport, every records he had broken and how many titles he had won over the years- he still wasn’t respected by a lot of people.

You knew the hate was just adding on the already present pressure, that it hurt him even if he wouldn’t speak about it too much. Ever since you started dating, Lewis had tried his best to shield you from the negativity towards you or him- and while he was doing a great job at that, you weren’t blind.

Usually, you wouldn’t intervene as you tried to avoid doing interviews and all that jazz, it felt more important to be by Lewis’ sides and tell him how he didn’t deserve any of the hate he was getting and how proud you were of him aswell as how much you loved him.

That being said, you had always felt like it wasn’t enough, even if he told you he didn’t need you to do more, that you being by his sides was all he needed- it wasn’t helping you feeling any better about the situation.

Lewis couldn’t always be the one to protect you, you wanted to do the same for him. Even if it meant that you’d be more exposed to the famous side of his life. You weren’t a celebrity, you’d never consider yourself as one- you were a random person who happened to date the best Formula One driver in the history.

———

It was only friday and it had been quite a rough week for Lewis, a new wave of hate had happened earlier this week and you had seen how down he had been feeling ever since- even if he had tried to hide it.

For the past two weeks, Mercedes had brought new upgrades to the cars and it was starting to improve the results- it had been enough for some idiots to start posting hate against Lewis on social medias.

Of course, you were here to try to cheer him up like you always would but this time, it didn’t seem to work out very well- you couldn’t blame him for that, it wasn’t an easy task to ignore hateful comments.

So, when you were heading to the Mercedes’ garage after you went to say hi to some of the drivers’ girlfriend who became your friends, you were stopped by a journalist, “ hello y/n, we know that you don’t like interviews but we still wanted to give it a shot- what do you have to say about the recent comments Lewis received?”

Usually, you would excuse yourself and say you had nothing to tell them, that you didn’t want your face to be shown on tv but it was also your chance to say what you had on your heart, “ we all know why it happened again- they’re scared that Mercedes is improving on their cars, they’re scared that they’ll soon have to watch their teams compete for the podiums against Mercedes.”

As soon as your little monologue was over, you excused yourself with a polite smile and left right away. Heading straight to the Mercedes’ garage, you met right away with your boyfriend who definitely looked upset.

Frowning, you wondered what was going on, maybe something was wrong with his car you thought, that’s why you questioned him, “ what’s wrong?”

“ I heard what you said to that journalist.”

“ Already? It was live?”

By now, you had followed your boyfriend to a calmer side of the garage to have some kind of privacy, “ it was- why did you say that?”

“ I just wanted to defend you?”

“ I can defend myself, I don’t need you to do it for me.”

“ I know you can defend yourself babe, I’m not saying otherwise. You’re always trying to protect me from the hate and all that, I don’t see why I can’t do the same for you?”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lewis sighed loudly- a clear sign that he was more than annoyed with the situation and conversation, “ this season has been so bad, I don’t need people to think that I need my girlfriend to talk for me.”

“ What does that even mean?”

“ Just don’t do it again, okay? I don’t want you to defend me, I can have my own back.”

It was your turn to become annoyed at the conversation- you had done nothing wrong, you didn’t even understand why he was upset with you to begin with, “ don’t worry about that, I’ll never defend you again- oh and honestly? Fuck you.”

And with that, you left him there, you were fuming and in no way you would stay in the garage to watch the practices, instead you headed directly to the paddock where you’d be watching the two practices from.

———

As the weekend went by, you stayed upset at your boyfriend, avoid any form of contact or interaction with him- it was petty but you didn’t care, and it wasn’t like he was trying to make it better in any way, he was ignoring you half of the time.

You had no idea for how long this situation would keep going, you could understand he needed to cool down and during a race weekend it wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do.

Even mad at him, you still understood that he needed time and were willing to give it to him- and you weren’t the one in the wrong here. The pressure and stress were hard to handle and maybe he needed to let everything out for once.

That’s what you were telling yourself at least. No matter what was going on, as it was now sunday, you were supporting your boyfriend at a hundred percent. You believed in him and knew he could get back at the top, where he belonged.

By the end of the Grand Prix, Lewis had done it- he was back on the podium after a couple of races without being on it. Today wasn’t a win, only a third place, but in that car, it was an achievement. It was only a matter of weeks until Lewis would win again.

Throughout the whole weekend, you kept watching the practices and races in the paddock, thinking it was for the best after the fight Lewis and you had on friday. But still, you couldn’t not attend the podium.

Usually, you would be in the front line, proudly cheering for the love of your life, but this time, you would blend in the group, hoping that Lewis wasn’t going to see you- you didn’t want to ruin his podium if he didn’t want you around for now.

You couldn’t help but smile during the whole podium celebration- you knew how much Lewis and Mercedes needed this podium after those hard weeks, how hard they had worked on the cars to be able to compete with the top two teams again.

Once the celebration was over, each driver went back to their team to enjoy the moment a little longer. You tried to make yourself as small as possible, but it seemed like Lewis had spotted you from the podium as he directly made his way to you, “ I wasn’t sure you’d come to the podium.”

You shrugged at his comment, unsure of how to react, “ I didn’t know if you wanted me to or not.”

“ Of course, I wanted you there with the team, that’ll never change.”

“ Are you sure? I was afraid that it was going to ruin your podium.”

Lewis’ face dropped at your words, becoming way more serious all of a sudden, he took a step closer as he apologized, “ when I was on the podium and saw you there, I realized how much I fucked up. It’s not an excuse, but all the pressure of not being in the title fight, to not live up to the expectations this season- it was unfair to get angry at you when all you did was trying to protect me.”

“ It hurt me to hear you didn’t want me to defend you, you know? I’m your girlfriend, it’s literally part of my job to have your back, and even if you don’t like it- I won’t stop.”

Your boyfriend cracked a smile at your answer, relieved to learn that you weren’t too mad at him anymore, “ I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you. I really didn’t want that.”

“ Just talk to me next time instead of being an ass, yeah?”

“ I will, I promise. Can I get my podium kiss and hug now?”

You laughed at his demand, he almost sounded like a child, making you his puppy eyes so you wouldn’t say no- how could you even think of say no to this face anyways.

Usually, Lewis would have gotten his hug and kiss for making it to the podium already, but due to the situation, it was way later this time- but still, it felt just as enjoyable, maybe even more now that everything had been sorted out.

[animeomegas]

Omega!Obey Me characters forgetting a mating anniversary

Anon: reactions to their alpha missing an anniversary? or you could switch it and do reactions to realizing they forgot an anniversary. either or !

Anon part 2: hi! i’m the anon from the anniversary request. i was thinking maybe the obey me! fandom? whichever characters you like. my exams are coming to an end so i’m looking forward to spending hours on that app during the summer 😤😤 i hope you’re doing well ! 💕

(Hey hey!! I’m going to do their reactions to forgetting a mating anniversary, because they’ve been alive a long time, I imagine it would happen at least one hehe. Let’s see~)

Warnings: Mention of sex in Asmo’s section

Lucifer – He denies it at first. He can’t have forgotten, he would never forget something so important, you must have the date wrong. His response is very likely to make his alpha either more angry or more upset, and he inadvertently blows the whole thing out of proportion because he struggles to admit that he’s wrong. But when he realises that he is wrong? That he was so caught up in paperwork for Diavolo he did forget? It’s a hard pill to swallow. He would probably buy his alpha some expensive flowers as an apology of sorts, but unless he’s been in a relationship with his alpha for several hundred years, I don’t see him directly apologising. He does feel guilty, but he really finds it hard to articulate. The upside is that it’s extremely unlikely that he’ll ever do it again. He’s checking four times every week at least now that he hasn’t missed any important dates by mistake.

“Our anniversary is next week, my beloved, you must have confused the dates.”

Mammon – Mammon metaphorically shits himself when he realises he forgot an anniversary. His scent is pure, unadulterated panic. His first instinct is to plan an anniversary event that moment. Hell’s Kitchen must still be open right? He tries to pull his alpha with him right that second. If that doesn’t work, he starts to panic that he’s ruined the most important thing in his life. This is when the begging starts. He says sorry about a hundred times, will get on his knees, offer whatever you want as long as you forgive him. Mammon is actually a very compassionate person who doesn’t like upsetting his loved ones, so it’s very hard to stay mad at him. Unfortunately, he’s not great at keeping track of dates, so it might happen again. The best thing to do is organise something together and give him a few reminders when that date’s coming up.

“Oh shit! Er, Hell’s Kitchen is still open right?? I’ll buy you whatever you want, we’ll order one of everything, does that work?”

Leviathan – He almost certainly forgets because of some game event or new releases. And to make everything worse, at first he acts like the game and event was more important than the anniversary and he thinks it’s a legitimate excuse that you can’t argue with. He realises pretty quickly after the event finishes that he’s completely alone because you’re mad at him. He turns to tell you everything about the game but you don’t want to listen to him?? He sulks in his room for a while. What pushes him to apologise is when he sees you hanging out with other people instead of him. He growls away the other person, pulling you into his room and sobbing angrily against you, asking why you love other people more than him. He apologises then, desperate to have his best friend and lover back with him. He might do it again, but he learns pretty quickly to just communicate when he wants to partake in a special gaming event and then he never forgets again.

“W-Why don’t you love m-me, like you l-love him?! I’m sorry, p-please don’t leave!”

Satan – He feels guilty, but he handles it well. He is phenomenal at apology dates. He organises the perfect romantic date, taking into consideration his alpha’s likes and integrating them. If you have a favourite romantic novel, you know he’s going to recreate a date scene with you. If you have a favourite restaurant, he’s booked the best table and ordered a bouquet of your favourite flowers for the centrepiece. It’s very hard to stay mad at Satan, especially because it’s very out of character for him to forget a date so important.

“If you want any more drinks, just let me know. I want you to enjoy this evening as much as possible.”

Asmodeus – He also deals with it fairly well, even if he can’t believe that he forgot! He’s honest and upfront about forgetting and expresses regret. He will definitely try to seduce you as an apology though, offering to let you do whatever you want to him. If that doesn’t work, next step is a joint pampering session! He’s pretty good at conveying a genuine apology without making anything too dramatic. I think it’s unlikely that he would do it again, because he loves, loves, loves anniversaries!!! He genuinely can’t believe that he forgot because he normally plans everything months in advance.

“Oh! I can’t believe that I… Oh dear, here come to my room and let me make it up to you…”

Beelzebub – He’s heartbroken that he forgot! He is so upset. He apologises immediately, looking like he’s on the verge of tears, and he asks you to tell him what he needs to do to make it up to you. He doesn’t offer up solutions, he wants his alpha to pick something, so he knows they’ll enjoy it. The only thing he definitely does immediately, is offer whatever food he’s been saving for them to share with him while they discuss. He will likely ask for advice from some of his brothers, probably Belphie (who doesn’t help) and Asmo (who’s slightly more helpful). He may do it again, but he always tries his hardest to make your anniversaries as special as he can.

“Here, you can have my ice cream… I’m really sorry… What can I do?”

Belphegor – He doesn’t think it’s a big deal that he forgot, because you can both just rearrange it, right? I think it’s pretty unlikely that his alpha takes kindly to that opinion. It takes Belphie a little while to realise that a) he’s in the wrong and b) he needs to apologise. He’s not good at planning, but when he genuinely puts his mind to it, he’s actually pretty good at giving gifts. He buys something you’ve been wanting for a while, he might even put a sticky bow on top if you’re upset enough. He gives you the gift while mumbling apologies. The second you forgive him, he drags you to take a nap with him because he hasn’t been sleeping well since you’ve been mad at him. He’s pretty likely to do it again at least a few times, but he learns not to be such a dick about it eventually.

“Oh, I guess I must have forgot… We can just go tomorrow; I want to take a nap.”

Diavolo – He is gutted that he forgot. He organises the most extravagant apology dinner possible (which is pretty extravagant, because he’s a king, very dramatic, and very in love all at once). He gives a dramatic speech about how there’s no excuse, how he never wants you to think he doesn’t value your relationship etc. At this point, I imagine most people would be begging him to chill out and promising that they already forgave him. Either way, I don’t think it would ever happen again, especially because he tells all of his staff to remember your anniversary and always remind him the week before. He isn’t going to let this happen again.

“My love, I will never forgive myself for hurting you in this way. I will never stop trying to make it up to you, even if it takes me a millennium.”

Barbatos – This would never happen. He is amazing at keeping organisational data in his brain, especially data that means so much to him. Also, he can see the future, so, even if by some miracle he did forget, he would see your future reaction and know in advance that he forgot. Barbatos isn’t perfect, but he’s not one to forget important dates.

Simeon – Simeon is another one who is heartbroken that he’s treated his most beloved one this way. He feels awful. He does tear up a little bit if the relationship is old enough. Simeon makes a huge effort to create some adorable picnic date, cooking baskets and baskets of food and picking the most beautiful park. He brings flowers and bunting and a little cake that he ices with an apology in an unbelievably cute handwriting style. It’s very, very hard not to forgive him when he’s so apologetic and good at making you smile. He goes out of his way to make sure he never upsets his alpha in this way again. 

“My beloved, I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I will seek to make it up to you for as long as you’ll let me.”

Solomon – He doesn’t care that much about anniversaries but he’s not dumb enough (like some other people on this list *cough*) to think that saying that to your face is a good idea. He definitely tries to play it off as though he had something planned all along and that making you think he forgot was part of the plan. He then scrambles to plan things last minute, and he’s quite good at covering up his mistake. If his alpha doesn’t believe him, he makes up for his mistake with expensive and rare gifts. He will find something special for his alpha. A first edition copy of your favourite book or limited edition merchandising of your favourite media, something like that. He knows the excitement will help dull any negative emotions you have towards him. I could definitely see him doing it multiple times, but if his alpha ever expressed genuine hurt long-term about that particular habit, he would readjust his priorities. He’s not a complete asshole after all, he just sometimes has a hard time pulling his head out of said asshole.

“Here, it took me three days to track down someone who had a copy, but I finally found a first edition for you. I hope you will accept this as a token of my apology, my dearest.”

[bakugohoex]

Can you do Jean x reader where they are both undercover at Marley 💕💕💕

part one: “this isn’t a date jean, we’re undercover”

paring: jean kirschtein x female reader

cw: season 4 spoiler but there is no manga spoiler at all, fluff, language 

word count: 2600+

a/n: i had to read so much for this fic, but i got the jist of it, again making sure you guys know there is no spoilers for the manga in here and onlt a season four spoiler do if you guys havent watched the latest episodes be warned

summary: in which you and jean are undercover doing reconnaissance in marley, want turns to investigating a local bar leads to feelings finally being brought out from the two of you

part two  | part three 

↞ back to attack on titan masterlist 

The dress you wore covered your thighs and knees, it hugged you, the soft material being a drastic change from your normal attire. It was a warm mid-day, birds chirped and the sound of Marleyans engulphed your ears. In the 6 years in which you had known Jean you hadn’t ever expect an undercover mission taking place in Marley of all places.

He walked with your hand in his own, you smiling softly as you spoke nonchalantly to one another. It was unamusing and more a distraction than anything else. He picked the newspaper up on the stall, paying quickly as he walked back, you followed which felt more like being dragged along by his strong grip.

The way the top of his fedora sat on his now long hair, he heard about the victory of the Marleyans from a passer-by and with his hand in your own he opened the newspaper up. It was reconnaissance, you and him both knew you were supposed to act like one of these people even if they did think of you both as devils.

“I think we should visit that bar that woman told us about, a lot of the men there get drunk and reveal a lot.”

He looked down at you, your hands still connected. He had grown so much in all these years now reaching over 6ft, his long hair and scattered hairs along his chin making gorgeous. He had become the leader both you and Marco knew he would become.

“They’ll all stare at you, why would I want that?” he mutters.

You laugh at his antics, “you’re such an idiot.”

“You’re the one holding my hand.”

“Jean it’s a mission we have to pretend to be together for the performance.”

He raised an eyebrow you had full view of his face; his eyes were tired from the late nights working on the next plan of action. But most importantly, the fact that the two of you had to share a bed. He couldn’t even touch you as your small frame would sometimes push against his chest.

You smiled at the boy getting him out of his trance before skimming through the newspaper again. “We’ll go tonight after the meeting.”

You nod as the two of you walk towards the docks of Liberio. Both you and Jean were in the internment zone, a nice old woman allowing you to stay on top of her shop. Even with her being nice her opinions on titans and those within the walls were a lot cruller than u had expected.

It had been awkward the first time sleeping beside each other, you both looked up. Not facing each other but instead watching as the clock ticked away until one of you fell asleep. You both woke up wrapped in each other’s arms, and an awkwardness had set between you two from that night. You both would try to face away from each other but one way in another you ended up touching each other in some way.

He helped you up the stairs to where the little shop was kept, you both had gained some currency mostly from stealing it, but you never expected to stay here long. Only to find information until the true invasion would begin. Of course, the others were already here in their own recon missions, but you and Jean had been the first ones and had found out the most about this stupid town.

The biggest thing being that they hated Eldians of any type. You both walked through the double doors the woman smiling at how pretty you both looked together.

You had a meeting with the rest of the survey corps, Hange leading it, you got changed into what you’d wear to the bar knowing it was going to be a long night.

Jean stood at the door watching at how you easily took the dress off. You both didn’t care about changing clothes in front of each other, you’d seen worse from each other and it meant nothing after the tortures of titans.

The short dress fitted you perfectly and as Jean eyed you up and down, he craved any touch by you. He had taken the blue tie off and the suit jacket and waistcoat off leaving him in the white button up and trousers.

You smiled at how his hair stuck to the back of his neck, when he had first started growing his hair out you had loved it seeing the boy turn into a man. You both had changed since your cadet days and as much as you missed it you couldn’t say that being an adult didn’t have its perks.

“You know Y/n, I’d definitely accept any date proposals from you.”

You rolled your eyes at him, he always tormented you with the flirting. “Jean you really are a pain in my ass.”

“Such vulgar words from a pretty woman.”

You wanted to stab him with your ODM gear but instead stuck with jabbing him with your knee into his stomach. Normally when he was a lot younger it hurt him easily, but he seemed unfazed by the action almost finding it cute.

“Why did u have to grow so much? Short Jean was better.”

“Are you saying 15-year-old me is better than now me?”

You think back at the boy, bringing your finger to your chin. “Both you and 15-year-old you are pains to be around.”

He moves his face to your ear you could feel the hairs brush against your cheek from his chin as he spoke, “it’s okay Y/n we both know how you really feel.”

Rolling your eyes, he grabbed your hand almost out of instinct, you both leaving the shop as quickly as you came. Turning the many corners that Hange had told you to take after each different meeting.

The amount of walks you both went on should be unnecessary but the people of Liberio barely batted an eyelash at the two on you.

The dress was low cut and having all these new clothes made your heart warm up. You hadn’t worn different clothes in years, always the same uniform which you grew to dislike.

“Hange really sent us on a fucking expedition.” You mutter as you lean against Jean’s side.

He leads the way walking towards an unknown battered up building. It looked like it was being constructed and you were met with the scouts.

They eyed you both up your outfits standing out. “running late per usual.” Levi mutters.

As much as you had grown on Captain Levi, he still had a discomfort towards most of you. Both Jean and you let go of hands with ease standing beside each other. Before the meeting begun mostly talking about what had occurred and most significantly the defeat of Marleyans against the Mid-East.

“You know what that means, sometime soon is our time to act.” You professed, the new knowledge coming as a relief as it would soon be time for your plan to truly occur.

Armin and Mikasa spoke, the whereabouts of Eren being unknown due to his consistent disappearances. Watching these people grow you truly understood the mutual torment you all felt. As you were all dismissed all you could think about was the consistent opposition you all faced.

“I think the bars down here.” Jean retakes your hand as you smiled at him.

“Once this is over what do you think will happen.” You ask him softly.

“I don’t know.”

“Remember when we first met, and you were adamant on becoming an MP.” He listened raising an eyebrow. “Look at you now Mr Commanding Officer.”

You were proud of your friend he had worked hard to achieve this status. “You really are proud of me aren’t yah.”

You rolled your eyes gently hitting his side. “I’m telling the truth I’m proud of you.”

You had been timid in your choice of words you were proud, and he knew you were proud of him. Walking into the bar, the significant smell of alcohol mixed with sweat made you grossed out.

It was a rule to not drink under the survey corps and you hadn’t really cared for drinking. So, the sight of so many drunk people drove you mad, how easily a night of drinking could lead to a failed future.

Jean pulled out a chair for you before going to the bar, “I’ll get your favourite.”

You nodded playing with your fingers trying to listen in on the conversations that were occurring. Many Marleyans chatting shit about the Eldians and most specifically those of paradise island.

Your fist clenched as Jean brought two drinks out. “What is it?” You question looking at the red drink in front of you.

“You told me you liken cranberry juice once, i got you some”.

Your eyes widened at the boy, “Jean i said that like years ago.”

“Shows you how much i do care about you.” You rolled your eyes sipping on the drink. You both conversed but remained consistent with your spying on individuals.

“Those guys are talking about you.” Jean coughed out sipping his drink.

“I should go up to them i might get some information.”

“Don’t.” You raise an eyebrow going up to his ear. “They might steal you away.”

“This isn’t a date Jean, we’re undercover.” The way you spoke his name made him melt, he wanted to hear more of your voice specifically moaning his name out.

You stood up ready to go speak to them before you heard something come from their mouths. “If i ever saw one of those island folks I’d slit their throats and make their kids watch.”

You felt sick to the stomach by the comment and wanted to leave. Jean hadn’t heard it and as you stood frozen, he called out your name.

“Let’s get u outside.” He whispers taking your hand as you silently followed. “Are you okay?”

You nod, “I guess it just hit me we’re hated here the way the act towards us is the way we used to act against titans.”

You felt his arms wrap around you. He knew you hadn’t spoken much about the comments and that now you hit the realisation you’d confide in him more.

“I want to go back to the shop.” He nods as a comfortable silence settled in.

You cling to his arm wrapping your hands around his own. He loved the way you cling onto him like he was your protector, and you were his queen.

Walking down a long alleyway, you see some Marley men smoking and drinking. They’d be easy targets if you wanted to kill them, hearing them speak and whistle as you both walked past. Before one of them grabbing your wrist made Jean’s instincts kick in.

He punched the guy who had touched you, his filthy hands still lingering close to your body. The way Jean with ease was able to put down the two men who looked bruised and battered.

He put his hand out for you to take, he didn’t speak. Just bringing you the comfort you needed from this whole new world experience. Everything was so much bigger outside the walls and you couldn’t ever imagine putting innocent people in walls to keep them trapped.

The events of the night led to an uncomfortable silence once you arrived back to little room on top of the shop. He stripped his shirt off due to the excessive dirt it had got on it. You admired his body, the way each muscle sat perfectly on his abdomen.

You sat on the bed fidgeting with your clothes, you played with the hem of the dress which Jean could see your upper thigh from you doing.“Do you want to talk more about it?”

“I just… i guess it’s the reality.” You muttered as Jean sat beside you his shirt off. Titans seemed less scary than any of these indoctrinated Marleyans any day.

In the years Jean had known you seeing you vulnerable and passive made his heart ache. He took you by the hand letting you attach yourself to his side.

You were scared about the upcoming invasion and even worse you didn’t even know who you’d be fighting. The uncertain of it all being too much.

He walked up to you, moving closer to your smaller frame. “You didn’t have to punch those guys, I...I would’ve said something.”

“Y/n, you’ve been silent all night, you expect me to believe that you would’ve done something.” He bends down his knees touching the ground as he kneeled in front of you. His hands moving to your own stopping you from playing with your dress anymore.

Bringing your hands up to his mouth he kissed it as you could see some bruises, you stroked your thumb against the bruises hopefully it would settle down with some ice later. “What you said back in the bar?” You start to speak but you really had nothing to say, “about not going to those men.”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt if you talked to them and…” He trailed off.

“And?” You question.

He looked up at your bright face filled with love and happiness something he hadn’t seen in a very long time. “And you bring joy, in a shitty world like this I guess you’re the only one who truly brings a smile on my face.”

“Jean when did you get so sappy.” You giggle at his flustered look.

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.” The tone in your voice was begging him to take you.

He rolls his eyes, his tongue flicking against the inside of his mouth as he stood up looking at you. He was even taller than before. You were a mouse compared to his frame; he bent his back bringing his face closer towards yours before a hand was placed on your cheek.

He closed the gap between the two of you, making your back hit the bed. His other hand moved to your side as he was on kissing you whilst he was on top. Your back arched at the movements wanting to feel his body on your own, as you deepened the kiss. Your hands in his long hair pulling his body closer to your own, as you felt the hardness come from his trousers.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t its baby.” He spoke stoically a cocky grin plastered to his face.

You smirked as he let go of your lips, moving his mouth to your neck as he moved your dress down your body, with your collarbone and neck revealed for him. He left marks and sucked on spots making you moan his name loudly.

“I’d…I… would n…never.” The moans engulphed you, you craved him even more.

He had never expected to hear you moan his name, and the sound of it, with you underneath fuelled him even more to continue the act. You closed your eyes as he bit and sucked on your collar before licking the side of your neck. The saltiness it brought making him lick his lips before he went back to kissing you.

The kiss was deeper, quicker than it previously had been, you placed your hands on his exposed chest. The way a single touch from you sent shivers down his spine, “I’ve always like you, y’know.”

“I assumed so.” You giggled, his body was on top of you trapping you between his broad arms and shoulders. It was a sight and you loved it.

You brought yourself up leaning up with your elbows, your dress was half off you and the way he looked at you knew that what would happen tonight had been long awaited from many many years ago. 

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The Love We Have

Part 1/5 - AO3 - Next

Summary: Kaer Morhen has an old tradition in order to keep the witchers safe after the siege. Only witchers and their partners are allowed in the keep but Geralt is tired of parting with Jaskier over the winter so decides to invite him to Kaer Morhen... only he forgets to mention one tiny little detail.

Ship: Geraskier

Rating: T

Warnings: None?? Maybe... I'll add them later if I remember any.

(Written as a prompt that got way out of hand for @dani-dandelino and beta'd by @professorjaskier)

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The path up the mountain was steep, treacherous and fucking cold. Jaskier felt himself slipping on the loose rocks underfoot. He yelped, ready to meet his maker but Geralt’s strong arms wrapped around his waist before he could hit the floor. It was all very reminiscent of a lover’s embrace.

One could only dream.

Geralt had been particularly stoic on the trek up The Killer, barely responding to even direct questions and grunting orders when they set up camp for the night, but there was none of their usual banter. Unfortunately, Jaskier’s fingers had been too frozen to pluck at his lute, leaving a deafening silence between them. To top it off Geralt was now glaring at him from across the campfire.

Jaskier sighed, stuffing his hands under his armpits, pulling his hood closer around his ears. “Geralt?”

Geralt’s eyes widened as he seemed to finally register their surroundings, and he let out a low hum.

“Have- have I done something wrong?”

The crease between Geralt’s brows deepened, his jaws clenching. “No.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes, scoffing haughtily. “Oh sure. Sure. So that’s why you’re acting all…” Jaskier trailed off, gesturing at Geralt’s direction with a flick of his wrist.

“Hmm.”

“Oh no. No, no, no. We are not doing this!” Jaskier tried to put his hands on his hips but the motion let a biting cold breeze into the thick woollen travelling coat that Geralt had insisted he buy for the journey to Kaer Morhen. “You’ve been grumpier than usual and honestly, I wasn’t sure that was possible. What’s going on, Geralt?”

Geralt let out a long heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He wore a weary expression that Jaskier thought was utterly adorable; not that he would ever tell Geralt that. He’d learnt the hard way how much a witcher’s punch to the gut could hurt. Instead, he rested his chin on his knees and pouted at his friend. “Come on, Geralt, you invited me here. No pretending that we aren’t friends anymore.”

Geralt smiled faintly at that and then sighed once more. “I haven’t been honest with you.”

“About us being friends?” Jaskier laughed “I stopped caring about that years ago. Your actions speak louder than words, my dear.”

“Jaskier!”

Jaskier’s mouth snapped shut. He was barely able to conceal his gleeful smirk. This felt like coming home after the stone-cold silences of the last few days. It almost warmed the chill in his bones; almost. It would take a veritable miracle at this stage to fend off the frost bite.

“Done?” Geralt growled and Jaskier nodded. Pressing his lips together. “We have an old tradition at Kaer Morhen, ever since…” Geralt trailed off with a growl. “It’s to protect us, our home.”

Jaskier raised his eyebrow, tongue flicking out to lick his lip, a habit he’d picked up to prevent himself from interrupting Geralt. His witcher often took longer to find the right words, and Jaskier had learnt it was better to be patient.

“Only significant others are allowed.”

Jaskier blinked and Geralt’s words hung heavy in the air.

“I’m. I’m sorry, what?” he gaped.

Significant other?

“You heard me, bard.”

Jaskier let out a nervous laugh, wringing his hands in his lap. “But. but we’re. we’re not?”

Oh, if only they were.

“I know that.”

“Then why?!” Jaskier wasn’t proud of the way his voice squeaked, jumping two octaves.

“I. I trust you.”

Jaskier scoffed. After nearly a decade of friendship he sincerely hoped that the witcher trusted him. He had been absolutely delighted when Geralt had extended the invitation to his elusive home in the mountains. He hated leaving Geralt over winter, the cold making his dorms at Oxenfurt seem even lonelier… but to pretend they were dating?

It was a little too close to the truth for comfort.

He was surprised Geralt had asked him at all. The witcher rarely admitted they were friends. Jaskier couldn’t imagine he’d be particularly thrilled about pretending to be lovers, and he had a brilliant imagination!

Unless, of course, Jaskier had gotten the wrong end of the stick. He could be jumping to conclusions. Geralt probably hadn’t meant for them to pretend to be lovers at all. It was just a pre-warning that Jaskier might not be entirely welcome until he earned the other witcher’s trust. They were breaking the rules. That was it.

“So…” he trailed off, not knowing how to voice his question. Geralt, helpfully grunted in response. Jaskier rolled his eyes and tried again. “Are you nervous about breaking the rules?”

Geralt frowned, that adorable little crease on his forehead deepening and Jaskier yearned to smooth it out with a press of his thumb, but alas the witcher remained grumpy and unobtainable. “They won’t know,” he huffed.

If Jaskier had been eating or drinking at that moment, then he certainly would have choked on it or spat it out all over the floor in his shock. As it was, he almost fell off the log he was perching on. “I’m sorry?”

“They’ll make assumptions. We won’t correct them.”

Jaskier was sure that his jaw would never leave the floor. “We. we won’t?”

“No.”

“Alrighty…”

An awkward silence fell over the camp. The crackling of the fire suddenly sounded louder than any tavern in Oxenfurt. Jaskier could hear every breath like a hurricane blowing through the camp, the howling of distant wolves clawing down his spine. What felt like hours was probably only seconds when the silence became too much to bear.

“Oh ho ho, no. No, no, no. No. I’m sorry. What the fuck, Geralt?”

Geralt sighed and pressed his fingers to his forehead. “I should have asked sooner.”

“Do you even know what you’re asking of me?” Jaskier peered suspiciously at the witcher, wringing his hands in his lap and flexing his fingers. He desperately wanted his lute, his notebook… something, anything.

“Just don’t correct them?”

Jaskier snorted. “Just don’t correct them?” he asked incredulously “Oh sure, it’s that simple. Geralt, my dear, you’re asking me to pretend I’m in love with you.”

Jaskier barely managed to conceal his flinch.

Pretend.

Hah!

If only it were that simple. He was a pretty decent actor, most graduates of Oxenfurt were, but to act like he was only pretending to be in love with Geralt? That would be perhaps his toughest role to date.

And it would fucking hurt. Especially since Geralt hadn’t seemed to have realised he would have to do the same.

“Fuck.”

Jaskier tilted his head at the witcher, brushing his fringe from his eyes, his hand shivering from the cold. The penny had apparently dropped; finally.

He smirked, “Well, I was thinking we’d only have to kiss but if you insist?”

Geralt growled and pushed him onto the floor.

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That night had been a particularly awkward one. The biting cold meant that Jaskier had to curl up into Geralt’s side to prevent himself from freezing to death. Geralt would normally wrap his arms around Jaskier in his sleep, making it more comfortable for both of them. But when he woke Geralt was lying rigid next to him; only staying as close as absolutely necessary and nothing more.

They ate their breakfast in silence, with even Jaskier’s normal chatter and noise absent. Jaskier was starting to get really sick of silences but he knew that Geralt needed a chance to process. The witcher would only blow up in his face if he said something now. It was a struggle for both of them. Jaskier was always desperate to fill the silence. He never enjoyed being left alone with his own thoughts and chattering about everything and nothing helped to calm the anxiety inducing void, and yet he knew that Geralt sometimes needed time. He would normally be scribbling away in his notebook, or carving patterns into the dirt with his boots, anything to keep busy, keep moving. Instead, he tapped out silent lute fingerings on his leg beneath the cloak and chewed on his lip, only stopping when he tasted the sharp tang of blood.

It was only after they had packed up camp and been walking for a few minutes that Geralt finally spoke, seemingly calmed by Roach’s reins in his hand.

“We should plan.”

Jaskier, still shivering under his cloak, snorted; a cloud swirling in front of his face like he was some kind of draconid. “Plan?”

“Hmm.”

“Pray tell me, dear witcher, what are we planning?”

Geralt grunted, gesturing between them, a trace of a blush on his cheeks which utterly delighted Jaskier. The blush meant that Geralt could only mean one thing, and Jaskier was having a ball!

His grumpy, allergic to feelings, witcher wanted to plan how they were going to convince a keep full of witchers that they were not only dating but seriously involved. Geralt wanted to talk about it. That was a first. Perhaps the witcher was treating this like just another contract to prepare for. That thought made Jaskier’s heart clench in his chest.

Just another contract.

Fuck.

He plastered a bright smile on his face before Geralt could notice his inner turmoil and clapped his friend on the back. “What’s there to plan?” he asked cheerfully, voice full of fake camaraderie. “We’re pretending to be in love, should be easy! I’m a bard, a troubadour, a graduate of the famed Oxenfurt academy!”

“Jaskier, shut up.”

Jaskier gaped and shoved Geralt in the chest. “You wanted to talk, Geralt!”

“We need boundaries.”

Jaskier’s heart sank and his smile faltered. “Right, yes, of course. I was. I was joking, last night, when I said…”

“I know.”

“We probably will have to kiss though.” he mumbled, his cheeks were a blazing fire and he probably resembled a tomato. Hopefully Geralt would just think he was cold, which he really really was. Honestly, he was starting to think that he might never be warm again. What was heat anyway? He swallowed, digging his nails into his palm. “Maybe just on the cheek. Think your family will buy that?” Geralt shook his head. “Well… bollocks.”

Geralt chuckled and Jaskier looked up at him with a sheepish smile. Geralt actually had the decency to look apologetic for the mess he’d gotten them into. “It’ll be just enough to convince them, nothing more.”

Nothing more. Of course it was nothing more. These were the boundaries that Geralt was talking about. He didn’t want Jaskier to think it was anything more than an act. Well, message received loud and clear! He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He should be ecstatic, finally a chance to kiss Geralt… but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what he wanted.

It wasn’t real.

Geralt grunted, his own hands were buried in Roach’s mane as they walked side by side up the perilous mountain. He paused suddenly and began fussing with Roach’s saddlebags. Jaskier wrapped his arms around himself, shuffling from one foot to another to keep moving. He had to keep moving or he might freeze to death. He could already feel his toes going numb and the perpetual stinging in his fingers. Oh he was definitely getting frostbite. He watched Geralt for a few moments. The witcher’s shoulders were tense and his jaw was clenched. Jaskier sighed and placed a hand on Geralt’s arm, enjoying the soft warmth that radiated from the witcher, letting it seep into his frozen bones.

“Do. Do you want to practice?”

“What?”

“Kissing,” Jaskier said with a flick of his wrist. “You want boundaries, so let’s practice. That way we’ll know what we’re comfortable with”

“You want to kiss me?” Geralt asked, brow furrowed and arms crossed in front of his chest.

Jaskier scoffed at Geralt’s emotionally constipated antics. He was nearly at his limit with stupid witchers and he hadn’t even reached Kaer Morhen yet. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea.

Jaskier poked Geralt in the chest. “You suggested it!” he pointed out “and I’m never going to refuse the opportunity to kiss such a gorgeous person. You, dear witcher, are no exception!” He hoped that Geralt would be fooled by his nonchalant flirting. He did this all the time in taverns and courts all around the Continent and Geralt had witnessed it on many occasions. This was just what Jaskier did, nothing out of the ordinary… nothing to worry about.

He swallowed, a bubble of fear rising up in his chest and he couldn’t calm his racing heart. Oh gods, this was really far too close to the truth.

Geralt just gave a hum but let go of Roach’s reins. He gripped Jaskier’s shoulder and cocked his head, giving Jaskier the fondest of smiles. “Last chance to back out, bard.”

Jaskier grinned, raising his chin. He had a stubborn streak that would serve him well here. He never could say no to a challenge. “Just kiss me, you coward.”

A lie. Geralt was no coward. If anyone were it would be Jaskier. He couldn’t even tell Geralt the true depth of his feelings. They were concealed in songs for the whole Continent to hear but he couldn’t tell the one person that really ought to know. It was pathetic, pining over his best friend for years and years instead of moving on or just… admitting the truth?

Luckily Jaskier’s joke seemed to break the tension between them. Geralt hummed and cupped his cheek with more tenderness than he’d expected. Chapped lips pressed against his, warm and gentle as Geralt’s thumb stroked his cheek, calloused fingers brushing against the stubble that was beginning to prickle up through his skin. Jaskier wasn’t sure where to put his hands. He yearned to cup the nape of Geralt’s neck, to pull his lover closer and never let go. In a more passionate affair, his hands would land on his partner’s arse, squeezing cheekily as the kiss deepened.

Jaskier wanted to cry. It was all so sweet, so perfect, and none of it was real. This was his fate. Like a character in one of his ballads, a flower doomed to wither away without the heart of his beloved.

But this was Geralt.

This was his friend.

He settled for holding onto Geralt’s waist, his fingers digging into the wool of Geralt’s cloak. The kiss was over all too soon, leaving his head spinning. He felt breathless, like all his soul had been poured into the kiss. He pulled back from Geralt’s embrace in a hopeless attempt to calm his beating heart, but it was too late. The damage was done. With a single kiss Geralt had ruined Jaskier for all other love. Before it had been pitiful yearning but now…

Gods…

He was utterly done for.

His fingers itched for his quill. Oh, the poems and ballads he could pull from just a single kiss. A buttercup crushed under the paws of a great wolf as he roamed through the forests. Okay, that one might be a tad obvious. He preferred to at least try and hide in plain sight.

A dandelion perhaps?

Geralt would never need to know that Jaskier had almost chosen a different flower as his namesake.

“Jaskier?”

Jaskier blinked and looked up at Geralt. Normally Jaskier was able to pick up the most minute changes in Geralt’s expression and his eyes were usually an open book. The witcher’s face gave away nothing and it was bloody infuriating.

“That…. that went well?” he stammered, pulling at a loose thread in his cloak.

“Hmm. We’ll be fine,” Geralt turned from him, looking more and more like the Butcher of Blaviken of old, and less like Jaskier’s darling White Wolf. “It’s not long now. We should get going.”

And get going they did.