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[pellucid-constellations]

I Have A Feeling You Got Everything You Wanted

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Falling in love with Azriel had never been in the cards. Falling in love with anyone other than the husband your father appointed to you had always been a far-fetched notion. And that was a truth you had lived by. 10 years ago.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Yearning, pining, all that is longing and angst and exes to lovers <3

a/n: Guys I adored writing this so I hope you love it!! Inspired by 'We Hug Now' by Sydney Rose. I so so appreciate hearing what you think. Thank you for reading!!

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You fiddled with the ring on your finger, passing it over your knuckle and twisting it back down. 

Your stomach hurt, pain and nausea mingling with such severity you feared you would be sick. The thought was comical, in a way. The company at the table would be so concerned over their dresses and the obscenely expensive tablecloth that you could probably sneak away. But that would still be a feat considering the heavy palm resting on your thigh. 

Warren was a nice man. He fulfilled his duties as the man you were to marry with dutiful purpose. He learned your favorite foods, how you liked your tea in the morning, and the shops you frequented. He touched you kindly, respectfully, and he was always nice to your friends. He was nice. But you were not in love with him. 

In Warren’s defense, you were never going to be in love with him. Your father had decided that you should be, however, so you were promised to him from a young age. That was typical of the high fae with your family’s rank, and you had evaded that duty for some time now. Your father had given into your whims for several years, allowing you to “galavant around”, as he would say, acting as the Winter Court’s emissary until Warren’s family grew impatient. 

Your return to Winter had been met with immediate wedding planning. You had been called upon for floral arrangements and the menu and to finalize the color scheme. Warren had done his best to quell his incessant mother’s demands, but the wedding was a court affair and everyone was thrilled. 

Well, most were. 

Before you had stepped foot in the Night Court ten years ago, you had been indifferent about the wedding. Sure, it wasn’t optimal to have to marry a man you knew so little about, but it had been an expectation since your birth. Warren may not have been your choice, but he was certainly not the worst choice when compared to the other eligible bachelors in the pool. You had left to act as emissary with a gentle begrudging that cared little for the future. 

You had returned with so much indescribable longing that you had trouble speaking to others. 

Every decision you made was accompanied by an inundating weight that threatened to crush you. You chose daisies for the aisle and you thought of him. You wore that ridiculous wedding dress with the high neck and drapey sleeves and you remembered how he used to touch you. You sat at this dinner, celebrating the joining of two families, and you reminisced on how it felt to sit with him, with his family, and to feel that you belonged somewhere. 

The urge to be sick persisted as your future mother-in-law hoisted her glass in the air, bubbles losing weight and flying up to the rim. 

It was cruel—all the mundane things that reminded you of him. 

“To my son,” Warren’s mother toasted, white furs puffing around her cheeks. “And his new bride-to-be. We are overjoyed that the long-awaited day meets us!” 

You gritted through your smile, raising your glass to your lips. The edge hit your teeth and the sound of the impact vibrated your brain. 

“Oops,” you giggled, the splattering of fae wine against cobblestone suddenly hilarious. “Who did that?” 

“I believe you are the only one in this alleyway, my love.” Azriel’s smooth voice sent a pleasant warmth up your spine. 

You whirled around, night air kissing your bare shoulders. It felt electric when accompanied by Azriel’s adoring smile—addicting. 

“You followed me,” you mused, curling your glass into your chest and stepping closer to the Shadowsinger. 

Azriel met your steps without pause. “Of course I did.” You smiled at him, light and airy. He brought soft fingers up to brush along your face as he asked, “Are you alright?” 

“More than alright,” you were quick to reply. “Just needed some air. It gets so hot in there.” 

He hummed, eyes tracing over your features. “Want to go home?” 

“I feel that Mor would be angry with me.” 

“She would only be angry for a day. Buy her those shoes she was eyeing.” 

“And why should I choose to go home with you?” 

Azriel pressed his lips against yours in a tender kiss. He moved back, only an inch, and whispered, “Come with me and you’ll find out.” 

“That reminds me of when Warren climbed that icy tree in the courtyard. Oh, what a silly child he was!” A boisterous aunt clapped her hands as she shouted, snapping you out of the memory with a small jump. 

Your chest ached as you breathed out a laugh and rejoined the table. 

Beside you, Warren chuckled, his hand brushing lightly near your knee. “Please, do not bring up anything I’ve done before the age of twenty,” he pleaded. His eyes shone their pretty blues. His hair looked enticingly soft. “I don’t need y/n to have those images in her mind.” 

He turned slightly, flashing you a small smile that spelled marital secrets and private conversations through eyes. 

Where you should have felt the lightness of new love elating you, buzzing at your skin, you felt the increasing urge to cry. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t cry. You hadn’t cried since the night you left him. 

“I’m sure it would only make you that much more endearing,” you teased, swallowing hard when Warren took your words as an opening to dive into a tale of the past. 

He didn’t deserve this, in all honesty. 

Warren was a nice man. 

But Azriel— 

“You are so beautiful.” 

“You’re supposed to be watching, Az,” you admonished, tucking your face into his arm to hide the heat on your face.

“I am watching,” he argued. He leaned down, your back pressed to his chest, and kissed the skin above your ear.

“Not me. The stars,” you clarified. 

You tilted your head slightly, meeting the crook of his elbow where it rounded your shoulders. He kissed you again and again, mapping out the top of your head with the delicate pecks. You laughed and that only egged him on. He turned you and pressed you back until your spine met the railing of the balcony, and then he was kissing your cheeks and your temple—the bridge of your nose and your brow. 

“Azriel,” you tried again, but his smile was against your skin and he wasn’t listening. “You’re missing Starfall!” 

“I can see it next year,” he murmured against you.

“And you can kiss me whenever you want.” 

He paused, pulling back to catch your eyes. You smiled, confused at the serious moment in the otherwise light mood. He had no response to your confusion, only leaning back in to brush his nose against yours. 

Maybe he had known. 

You had foolishly thought this all to be avoidable, figuring your father would understand that you had found happiness. That he would have cared and given up on this unwanted marriage. 

He hadn’t.

“Isn’t that right?” 

You blinked, turning to your fiance with a haze in your eyes.

You hadn’t been listening. 

The cake on your plate was becoming stale, its untouched state starkly contrasted with the empty glass of champagne to the left. You pulled your lips into a line, searching Warren’s encouraging eyes as he tried to help you. It didn’t work; you had no idea where the conversation was left. 

“I’m sorry,” you bluntly stated, voice turned up into the posh tone your father had ingrained in you. You turned to address the table. “I seem to have been lost in my head. I didn’t sleep very well last night. Catch me up?” 

Warren gave your knee a fond squeeze before removing his hand to place it on the back of your chair. He leaned down slightly, his voice lowering as he offered a gentle excuse for you. She has been so incredibly busy, he offered warmly, she’ll be even busier when the wedding is over. 

You felt as if you were underwater. Your face lit up with another asinine smile and it was difficult to breathe. Not because you weren’t used to this setting—not because Warren was a bad man. This was supposed to be your life. This was what you were supposed to be doing. 

There had never been any indication of a different path.

“I love you.” 

You whipped your head to the side, abandoning the sketchbook in your lap as your charcoal rolled into the seat cushions. 

“What?” 

Azriel smiled. He leaned over the pillow separating you, tucking your knees further into your chest as he closed the space on the loveseat. “I said I love you,” he repeated, breath fanning over your lips. “I’ve told you before, but you haven’t heard me.” 

You let out an incredulous huff of laughter, your gaze bouncing between both of his eyes. “When? I don’t remember that.” 

“At the Sidra yesterday. Last week at the shops. Three days ago when you fell asleep on me.” 

“No, you didn’t! I would have remembered.” 

Azriel tucked your hair behind your ear and left his hand resting on your cheek. “You are often oblivious to your surroundings, my love. Especially when something is interesting in front of you like fish or jewels.” 

You scoffed. “Not true. My father made sure I was very observant. My tutor would smack the back of my neck any time I got distracted.” 

Azriel tutted, disapproval darkening his eyes as he brushed his scarred hand to cup the back of your neck. He shifted on the loveseat so you were sat on his lap, his other hand finding a home on the side of your thighs. 

“That is cruel,” Azriel remarked. “Being distracted is in your nature. I don’t know if there is a time you are not distracted.” 

“There are many interesting things to look at,” you mused, humming as his fingers inched up your scalp. 

“I’m sure.” A pause. Azriel had the gall to look unsure. “You do not have to love me back.” 

Your posture stiffened, the words leaving you before you could consider them. “I love you, Azriel. I love you, too.” 

He seemed to slump against you at that, tension you didn’t know was there leaving his body. He offered you a warm smile and then kissed you—and kissed you and kissed you. 

It had seemed like there was another path. 

“If you’ll excuse us,” Warren announced to the table. A musician had begun to play the harp in the corner of the restaurant. “My bride and I have much to discuss tonight so we must retire. Please, continue to enjoy the night.” 

Confused and disoriented, you took his gloved hand in yours and said goodbye to the correct people. You weren’t supposed to be the first to leave. This was your rehearsal dinner. 

Warren guided you into the winding hall, his grip soft and reassuring. You attempted not to trip on your dress as you went, your head throbbing with an invisible pain that seemed to linger these months back in Winter. 

It had been months without seeing him. 

You were getting married the next day.

It would be final then. 

The first step outside the restaurant was both invigorating and unpleasant, the cold air assaulting your senses. It did the job of snapping you out of your thoughts, but then you were left standing in the snow before Warren, and that was a similar form of torture. 

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he prompted, tugging your cloak over your shoulders. You had missed him grabbing it from the coat check. “You’ve been off since you returned but it’s worse tonight.” 

Warren had known you peripherally before you left for the Night Court. You were to be married, so he made it a point to at least meet you before you were gone. He had not known you would be gone for years, but neither had you. The last time you spoke to Warren before you had met Azriel, a wilted salad sat between him and your father, the pair discussing politics and import prices. 

Warren would not have known something was wrong, he hardly knew you, but he did anyway. Because he had made it a point to be a good husband. 

That’s what made this even more tortuous. 

Maybe, if he were terrible, it would be easy. 

Your chin wobbled for a moment of breath. You’d pass it off as a chill. 

“Nothing is wrong,” you smiled, cheeks already stiff from the cold. “I didn’t sleep well. That’s all.”

Warren closed his eyes, breath a white puff before him. “Don’t lie.” 

“Don’t lie.” 

“I’m not!”

Azriel tugged his hand through his hair. His face was flushed, feet taking him in a disorganized line around the room. “You are engaged.” 

“Not by choice. I don’t know him, not really. I could tell my father—” 

“You would be shunned—cut off. I know how noble families are, y/n.” 

The use of your name struck you, a stark contrast to the soft, endearing terms Azriel so loved to use around you. You flinched unconsciously, eyes darting around his room to find some sort of explanation for this. 

“I don’t care about any of that,” you urged. You remained rooted in the doorway, unable to move. “I’d stay here. I wouldn’t go back.” 

“You would leave your family? Your… fiancé?” Azriel spit out the last word. The crumbled missive crinkled in your hand as you clutched it tighter. 

“I would do anything to be with you.” 

“Don’t say that. Don’t make this my decision.” 

The paper fell from your fingers. You brought your palm to your chest, ignoring the harshness of his tone. “No, I know. This isn’t—this is my choice, Azriel. I want to stay here. To be with you.” 

“I can’t be the reason you abandon your family. Your responsibilities. You—You lied, y/n. You never told me about any of this,” Azriel bit out, hands curled into fists. 

“I’m sorry! I wanted to—I did—but I was so afraid you would be angry. And then I fell in love with you and—” 

Azriel held his hand up, abruptly stopping your teary explanation. His chest visibility heaved. “You should go.” 

“What?”

“Answer your father. Tell him you’ll comply with the date.” 

Tears wet your cheeks, the silence following his demand pressing them down in heavy streaks. He stared back at you and he looked so angry, his eyes a calculated cold. He had never looked at you like that. 

“You’re hurt,” you spoke, voice a mess of tears. “You don’t mean that.” 

He only shook his head slightly. “I do.” 

“Azriel, I love you. I was promised to marry him when I was born. I don’t—” 

The muscle in his jaw feathered, effectively silencing you. His shadows were going haywire, half of them wrapped around their master, protecting him, the other half twining around your chest. Did they know you were in pain? Did they know your chest wouldn’t move?

“Okay,” you relented. More tears fell when Azriel only gave you a hard stare. “Okay, I—I’m sorry, Azriel. I love you—” 

You choked on a sob when he turned around, apparently unable to watch as you broke down. 

And that's what made this the most torturous of all; you could leave Warren—maybe—and Azriel still wouldn’t want you back. 

You decided you wouldn’t lie to Warren just as you didn’t to Azriel.

“I fell in love.” 

Warren nodded, barely blinking at your admission. “In Night?” 

Your brow furrowed. “Yes, but—you aren’t angry?” 

“I couldn’t expect you to tie yourself to me. You didn’t know me when we were engaged and I didn’t do the best job at getting to know you when we came of age.” 

“I left.” 

“To meet your soulmate, it seems.” 

“We had no mating bond.” 

Warren’s mouth ticked up at the corner. He adjusted the collar of your cloak and dusted the snow from your shoulder. “A mating bond is not always the answer.” 

Faelight from the post beside the restaurant gleamed off the bronze hues in Warren’s hair. He leaned back, hands encasing your upper arms. “I’ve missed my chance then.”

Something soft fractured inside of you—because he was right. Warren could be all things kind and loving and he wouldn’t be Azriel. No one would be. 

“I’m sorry,” you softly spoke. “I never meant—” 

“Don’t apologize. Go to him.” 

Your lips parted. “Warren, I couldn’t. We’re to be married tomorrow. I wouldn’t do that to you. And our families would be enraged.” 

“I’m hardly concerned about our families. As much as I would have enjoyed marrying you—and I would have, please do not get that misconstrued—there are several noble ladies my mother has lined up and already ready, I’m sure. And as for your family… to be honest, y/n, you came back from Night brighter than I remember you. It seems you have another family waiting for you.” 

It all sounded wonderful—wonderful and so, so easy. You’d have Warren as an ally and you could return to the people you’d called home for so many years. You’d feel at home. The loss of your homeland would sting, but it was a worthy sacrifice. 

But then you remembered the anger and hurt in Azriel’s eyes, and this was no longer easy. 

The light extinguished from your eyes, shoulders deflating in Warren’s hold. “I can’t. He was so angry with me.” 

“When?” 

You met the blues of his eyes, chest hollow. “He found out about our engagement the night before I returned. He told me to go. He was—Warren, he wouldn’t want me back.”

Warren clicked his tongue. “I can guarantee that he’s kicking himself over that. He didn’t mean it. Imagine you learned he was engaged after so many years together. That can’t have been easy.” 

“I know,” you mumbled, ashamed. 

“But—” he continued “—if he loves you, he would have regretted that the moment you left. Go back to him. Speak with him. If he turns you away we can still be married in the morning.” 

“You would still marry me?” you deadpanned, brow raised in amusement. 

“It’s either you or the girl my mother surely has on standby.” 

You scoffed out a laugh and pushed at his chest. He grabbed his sweater in mock pain, a charming smile playing on his face. 

Despite the task that awaited you, you felt lighter. You let out a resolute sigh before saying, “You’re going to be a wonderful husband, Warren.” 

He looked up at you from where he had bent his neck, peeking out from below his lashes. “Just not to you?” he asked. 

“Not to me,” you affirmed. 

~~

The air in the Night Court felt different—shimmering, somehow, although that may have been chalked up to the anxiety coursing through your veins. The crystalline silk dress still adorning your frame stood out against the dark hues of the court. 

It had been a feat to get up to the house. After winnowing into the outskirts of Velaris, you had prayed Mor was home to the tune of several knocks on her door. She was—thankfully—and seemingly more than happy to see you. She had rushed through a tale of how terrible Azriel was doing without you that quickly morphed into a lecture about how pissed she was that you left without a proper farewell. 

You had apologized, and she had sent for someone with wings. 

Cassian appeared next, rattling off much of the same as Mor only with more shouting and less snapping. After several apologies, Cassian brought you up to the House and then promptly left to the opposite side of the House. 

And so, you were left alone with an insurmountable task. 

The halls of the House were painfully familiar, each step a reminder of the life you once thought to be forever. You passed your room���only used for the first few months before you made a home in Azriel’s—several sitting rooms, the kitchen; Azriel’s door was closed. 

You hadn’t knocked on it in years. 

You sucked in a breath, allowing it to fill your chest and then your stomach, and then you knocked. And knocked again. 

“I told you to leave it, Cassian,” came Azriel’s reply. “I don’t wish to talk about it.” 

His voice was rough and thick. You knocked again, listening close to the wood for the sound of footfall or movement. You only heard Azriel’s bed shift. 

You knocked again.

No answer. 

Well, if you were going to do this it wasn’t going to be halfway. 

You turned the knob, the metal cold and reassuring under your palm. You had done that before. 

Azriel’s room was much of the same. Some things were missing; paintings on the wall had been removed, the side of the bed you typically slept on looked all but bare, his curtains had been changed. 

Your gaze went out before it went in, and when it went in, you saw him. Hunched over on the side of his bed, Azriel sat with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. His fingers were threaded through his hair, his room almost unseeably dark. He didn’t look up when you entered. 

“I want to be left alone,” he grunted out. He sniffed. “Tell me after she’s married and only then.” 

He knew you were getting married tomorrow. He had kept track. 

Obviously, that had been a possibility, but you had expected more avoidance. He was angry with you—at you. He couldn’t even look at you when you left, hadn’t told you he loved you as you packed your things and vanished. It would have made sense if he resented you. If he stayed away from all things that involved you. 

“I am not getting married.” 

His head snapped up at a vicious speed, hands falling into his lap just as quickly. His shadows, once in a clump at his feet, exclaimed in the air before cautiously edging towards you. He took you in, eyes roving over your figure in a panic. You caught the reflection on his cheekbones in the small amount of light filtering past his curtains. His eyes were swollen, his face gaunt. 

His voice cracked as it formed the sounds of your name. 

Nerves caught up with you. You closed the door behind you and stayed rooted in the same spot you had left him in, feet creating an indent by the wall. You played with your fingers at your waist. 

“Um, hello,” you greeted, clearing your throat. It hurt to look at him, you realized. You tore your eyes from his ruined expression to gaze down at your hands. “I realize you told me to leave. And I did—I had every intention of following my father’s requests as you told me to do. But—um. Warren could tell something was off. I was trying my best, I swear I was, but it was hard to fall back into that role after spending so much time here. After being comfortable here. With you.”

You chewed at your cheek for a moment. A bad habit you had picked up in the months back in Winter. Azriel’s bed creaked. He’d stood up. 

He was going to leave. You needed to get this out, quickly. 

“I know you’re angry and I’m so sorry, Azriel. I had foolishly thought I could avoid the fate my father had set out if I just ignored it. If I just lived out my life here with you. I thought it would all go away so I never told you about Warren and—” 

“Please,” Azriel interrupted. “Stop saying his name.”

You could feel his presence. Now directly in front of you, his shadows became more comfortable and had taken to sliding along your skin. Azriel stepped forward until you could hear his breath, but you refused to look up. You couldn’t. 

You apologized instead. “I just came back because… I just wanted you to know that you have become my family. You had said that I was making a choice between you and my family, but that’s not true. I feel at home here. And you can tell me to leave again. You can and I’ll—” 

“Look at me.” 

You sucked in a breath, picking at the skin of your palm. 

Azriel placed his thumb and forefinger on your chin, tilting your face up to his. The first touch of his skin against yours had warmth blooming in your gut, but it was quickly replaced with a tight ball of anxiety when his eyes met yours. 

“Gods, I’ve missed your eyes,” he all but sighed. You backed up a step until your back met his door. He followed. “Is it my turn to talk?”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. 

“Letting you leave—speaking to you like that—has been my greatest regret,” he began, the gravelly nature of his voice conveying more than his words ever could. His lashes were damp as they fanned against his cheeks. 

“I didn’t tell you the truth. You had every right—” 

Azriel pressed his thumb to your bottom lip and trained his eyes on the skin he displaced. He winced with a slight shake of his head. “I’m talking, my love.” 

He continued. “I did not have the right. I was hurt, you were correct, but I wasn’t listening. It was unfair of me to react that way. I wanted you to come back the moment you left.” 

“Then why didn’t you come get me?” you whispered. 

“I thought you had everything you wanted. I figured—y/n, I have never been the best option. I’m a killer. I have hang-ups. I wanted you to have a way out.” 

“I didn’t want a way out,” you stressed, gripping Azriel’s wrist. He had moved his hand back to cup your jaw. “I wanted you. I didn’t care about any of that. I was willing to throw away my entire life in Winter to stay.” 

“I know.” 

“And then you told me to leave.”

“I know.” 

“It’s not fair.” 

Azriel let out a tortured breath. His shoulders sagged and his forehead met yours, even though he didn’t ask, even though you weren’t sure who was mad at who anymore. You kept your eyes open as his closed, watching his face twist. 

“Wanted?” 

You drew back. “What?” 

Azriel’s eyes opened. “You said wanted. That you wanted me. That you were willing to stay.” 

You could only stare at him. 

“Does that mean… is this irreparable?” 

“Why do you think I’m here, Azriel?” A broken, defeated smile donned your face. “I don’t think we could ever be irreparable. I don’t think I’d have the strength to keep that up.” 

He was kissing you, a hurried press of his lips against yours, and his sticky cheeks became wet once more as they brushed against yours. His hands found the back of your head, your waist, pulling you in closer. His wings came around to keep you in place—unnecessary. You weren’t going to leave. 

He pressed harder still, barely enough air between you to breathe. He took the small amount that was there, whispering apologies and declarations against your lips. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

“I know, Azriel.” 

“Please don’t marry him.” 

“I won’t.”

“I love you. So much.” 

You kissed him more, softer, and he let you set the pace. At some point, his feet had guided you to the plush surface of his bed, positioning you at the head without ever breaking from your lips. 

“I’m sorry,” he said again—a kiss to your jaw, one along your temple. “I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you. Showing you how much I love you.” 

“It’s okay, Azriel. I’m sorry too—” 

“Don’t. Please. I played out you returning to me so many times in my head. You never apologized in them. You have no reason to.” 

You threaded your fingers through the hair on his nape, eyes cast softly up as he hovered above you. “I could have been more open.” 

“I’ve thought about that. I—I was foolish to think you’d want that future. You are nothing like the woman they have forced you into the mold of.” 

A small smile. “So you’ve noticed?” 

Azriel only kissed you once more before a seriousness cast over his face. “Were you… treated well?” 

“Treated well?”

“I believe his name is Warren.” 

You fought back a laugh at the way he mumbled the words. “You’re worried he was cruel?” 

“Among other things. I know how noblemen can behave.” 

“And when did you begin to worry about that.” 

“From the moment you said his name was Warren.” 

You did laugh that time, shifting on the bed until Azriel laid on his back. You rested along his side, palm flat on his chest. Like a moth to a flame, Azriel’s wings captured you in their own hold. “Warren would have made a good husband. He is a kind man—doting, even.” Azriel tensed beneath you, but you only smoothed your fingers down the plane of his chest. “But I didn’t love him. Maybe I could have tried, before I met you. But not after.” 

Azriel rested his hand atop yours, squeezing your fingers. “I will thank him then. For caring for you when I did not.” 

You looked at him softly, removing your hand to brush stray hairs from his forehead. “He told me to go to you. I was at my rehearsal dinner. I think if I had opened my mouth I would have said your name.” 

He responded with a hand rubbing circles into your back. You laid your head on his chest. “Things will be different now. I can’t go home for a while.” 

“You are home,” he replied. “Things may be different, but I will never be different. Not when it comes to you.”

Read the continuation of Warren's story here

[miyaz6ki]

☆ wearing their clothes

synopsis. seeing s/o wearing their clothes for the first time :) (like shirts/sweatshirts or jackets/coats :pensive:)

the blade has spoken. erm... first draft being posted... i feel a little nervous after changing from reshinless to the user i use everywhere..

pairings. albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette, kinich, xiao, dainsleif, wanderer

albedo felt himself heating up already. the red that crept up his neck was noticeable as you looked up. you were wearing his lab coat, and all cozy in the bed you both share.

"you're.. wearing.. my.." - "oh.. wow."

he had just come back from work and he couldn't wait to cuddle with you in bed, yet it was as if he wouldn't mind conducting another experiment with his new 'assistant' by his side <3

alhaitham when he suddenly walks into the empty home, tired of the work he's done for only archons knows how long he had been working. he just wanted to come home and tell you about all the things he's been- oh.

he was stunned. star struck. fuck. were you really wearing his sweater right now? the grayhead felt himself simply smirk at he adorable sight of you simply sleeping on the couch. a dinner made just for him, along with dessert on the side (ifykyk)

"maybe i'll tell you when i wake up, love."

capitano who simply lets out a chuckle, one out of love. he loves how large his coat looked on you. he handed it to you after going out for a while, asking you to simply hang it beside his desk. yet you had better ideas. and by better ideas? is to wear it of course!

"well what do we have here? you're so adorable my love."

he tucks strands of your hair behind your ear. adoring the way you tried your best not to fall over as you tried to spin. this was enough to keep you warm though. not to mention how he was already carrying you bridal style to bed.

childe laughs, seeing you try on one of his shirts, looking at yourself in the mirror before turning to see him.

baby, you look amazing! how about another spin?

even when you simply scoffed, he loved how you looked right now. fuck, he could feel himself reddening already. he definitely will let you have full access to his wardrobe. just take it all like how you took his heart too.

wriothesley just put his jacket over you to keep you from being wet while watching the melusines play with sigewinne, yet right now he was more focused on how much he admired your figure in his clothes. his jacket.

"what's wrong?" "...nothing. you look amazing today, yk that?"

he chuckled at your behavior, unaware of your own attractiveness as you told them to stop running around the fountain with the wetness of the floor spreading. you couldn't help but ease up and laugh as well.

a certainly crazy day at the court of justice- neuvillette was finally finishing up the last few cases, not to mention how absurd some of the cases were.

not realizing he ended up taking your jacket instead of his home, only realizing it when the melusines mention how different it look from his usual one. oh man. there you were. trying on his coat that just seemed a little too big (or small) on you. gosh were you cute.. what do you mean his ears are red?!

"i.. it looks better on you than me, doesn it?"

dainsleif who was there immediately as soon as the red wine was spilled onto your outfit. quick to spring into acting, he throws his jacket over it just as fast. scolding the person who jealously just oh-so accidentally ruined your outfit tonight purely because they wanted your significant other? oh please he wasn't having any of that!

but by the time his anger went away, he didn't realize how.. alluring you looked.. in something he wore all the time. it definitely suited you better, only noticing after he finally parked the car. he definitely had to give you more of his clothes.

"you.. uh.. i.. well.. you're beautiful. you know, you're welcome to keep that."

diluc's face was turning as red as his hair seeing how you quietly snored, sound asleep in his- no, your shared bed. seeing how closely you held his coat to your chest, as well as the shirt you wore.

"...I don't.. deserve you."

he simply took his boots off, letting his arms snake you close, one of his hands trailing up to your scalp, calmly stroking your head as he feels you smile into his chest. this was life.

kinich who always had an interesting wardrobe, you really just wanted to see how comfy his clothes were if he can swing back and forth that far!

and in which you did, spinning and looking at yourself in the mirror in his clothing. you loved it even more from how it smelled just like him too <3

"someone's having fun aren't they?"

you felt yourself blush out of embarassment of getting caught. but before you could apologize, he already had his lips on yours.

when xiao decides it'd be a good idea to give you a hoodie just to realize you never gave it back. is it just.. yours now?

and to find out the answer? yes! it is! and he finds out in the cutest way possible—by finding you sleeping soundly and wearing it all the same. almost indifferent about it as if it was normal.

"you okay?" "i-i've been looking for this y-you know.."

he only flushed more when you tell him you missed him so much.

finally coming home, wanderer, or scaramouche just wanted to cuddle. no words shared. just to hold you in his arms.

but maybe it was good that didn't happen. because now he was looking at the love of his life, and eating the food they made him. knowing how they made it with the knowledge on how he can't really taste anything. not to mention you were wearing.. that sweatshirt he lent you.

you.. look.. good.

[localcryptidinspo]

This explains it really well. I went to school for illustration. After school I was super burnt out. I suddenly didn't have boundaries i could make whatever I wanted and I had forgotten how to do that. I also had forgotten what parts of the process were "fun". Which sounds ridiculous but I spent a while having lots of ideas and not being able to fully execute them etc and having to re-learn stuff i knew so well when I was 13.

Fast forward to now bc time is a circle and I have to rediscover stuff constantly; I've been doodling so much more bc I re figured out (again!!) that I like drawing for the sake of. The act of putting pen or pencil to paper is fun. I love it. Letting myself doodle like it's a boring class and the margins of my worksheet must be filled is amazing.

And making time to do this INSTANTLY meant I was drawing more other things and writing ideas down, little stories etc.

Anyway. Drawing and making things is so much fun and I hope you get to do it. "I can't draw" actually false. A 4 year old can draw. Get a pack of crayons. Draw what you see, make shapes. Look up zen drawing or i think zentangle which is when you just do shapes and then trace around those shapes and it can look cool when done and also you're focused on it so it can Feel really satisfying too!

"No I want to learn how to draw."

Cool! Go to your local library and get some books that look interesting, find a class or go to a life drawing session near you.

Check out drawabox.com they have free step by step intensive (but simple) exercises in case you really wanted to learn how to draw a straight line or just add really solid warm up exercises to your routine.

To be human is to create. To create is to constantly find a way forward, to find solutions and a refusal to remain stagnant. It doesn't have to be high pressure or perfect or even GOOD. But I hope you make something

Unpopular opinion but if you don't enjoy the process you should find a different thing to do.

And I think this is true in general but now I'm talking about it in the context of AI.

If you don't enjoy making art and only care about the end piece and how it'll look and how much traction it"lol get online then making art is not something for you, find something you enjoy from start to finish.

Same goes for writing: if you do not enjoy writing and rewriting and then some more and instead want AI to write for you, being a writer is not something you should pursue.

Sure, not every part of creative process is going to be equally enjoyable but you should get satisfaction from solving the problems along the way and you should get a sense of accomplishment on your way of "making the piece yours" and you should have a sense of ownership once you are done.

None of these things will come from typing in a prompt into chatGPT. And I am sad to see so many people are missing on the opportunity to experience the joy of making something with their own hands and brains.

[majoryeager104]

Number One Girl In Your Eyes

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: You’ve liked Katsuki since you first met him, and yet he doesn’t even seem to notice you, even though it’s obvious how much that hurts you.

A/n; Reader high-key acts like me so if you’re an overthinking hopeless romantic I gotchu <3

Warnings: angst with a sweet ending

1.4k word count

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You'd been in his atmosphere for ages. Hours spent in classrooms, training, or just talking in the dorms, you'd always been there. And yet it seemed like he never looked your way, even though it also seemed you were always looking his.

What a foolish thing, love. Riveting and torturous, always getting in the way of your thoughts, seeping through the cracks in your resolve like water poured down a sink, draining every other emotion until the only thing flooding your brain was him.

Or maybe this was something else. Maybe this was some other form of longing, jealousy, or maybe even loathing. Maybe the real reason that narrow gaze made you flush was because you hated the man, and no one would blame you for it. He was stubborn and mean and abrasive and cruel, a personality to match the quirk. And yet you were drawn in nonetheless.

Love or loathing, it didn't matter. He didn't care anyways. He never noticed your stares, he didn't care for your compliments when you'd give them on just how cool you thought his quirk was, and he certainly didn't notice you sitting there right next to him, silently pleading that he just look at you.

The common room was filled with chatter and laughing, your friends on the couch to your left. Mina had made sure that you'd end up with the seat next to Katsuki, smiling at you as she made her millionth attempt to play matchmaker. But today you were too tired for the antics, so you just sat quietly drinking some water, never letting your eyes linger too long on the boy next to you.

It was a weekend, and yet you and the rest of class 1-A had trained for hours, working yourselves to the bone. Your arms and legs felt so numb that it was one of the only things you could think about. One of, not the, because you were also thinking about the way Katsuki had so casually slung his arm over the back of the couch behind you while talking with Kirishima.

Mina giggled at you when you met her eyes, she'd noticed it almost as quick as you did, but she pretended otherwise when Katsuki glanced at her, wondering just what was so funny. You kept you gaze down, trying to block off your thoughts, block off Mina's stifled laughs, block off Katsuki fucking Bakugo as those narrow eyes landed on you too.

But that voice was something that you couldn't block off.

"You did good today" he said bluntly, and you blinked up at him, your resolve broken under his long awaited attention. And yet, despite finally getting him to even breathe your way, you still couldn't trust it. Don't get your hopes up, not yet. "…me?" You asked, your voice almost as uneasy as you actually were.

He scoffed. "Yeah you, idiot. Who else?" He retorted, his eyes crinkling slightly as he furrowed his brow "don't be nervous around me, it's annoying." He added, and with that, he turned his gaze away once more. You were speechless, looking up at him like a lost puppy.

Kirishima looked between you, Katsuki, and then Mina, and surprisingly caught on pretty quickly, speaking up. "Hey, Bakugo, be a little nicer to her" he butted in, giving you a sort of reassuring look. But between him, and Mina, and Katsuki coming up with some retort, you just felt… awful.

Why did your friends have to go through these hoops for you? Why couldn't you do it yourself? No, you'd already tried a million times, all failing miserably, just to get the guy you'd liked since you started at UA to look at you. You'd done enough. Why couldn't he see that? Why couldn’t he just…see you?

Before Katsuki could snap out a response to Kirishima, or even say anything else to you, you'd gotten up from the couch, and began walking towards the door. You didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Maybe it was loathing, because you now wanted nothing more than to ignore your crush as much as he ignored you.

Mina called you back, Kirishima scolded Katsuki, and everyone else stood around confused about the scene as you walked towards the elevator. You didn’t bother looking back as you hit the button up. The one time he’d talked to you in earnest, and you ran away. You felt stupid for all of it.

You stepped into the elevator, clicking the button, your eyes on the wall as someone slid into the elevator with you. You looked up, beyond surprised to see Katsuki, standing right next to you with his arms crossed, letting the elevator door closed, leaving you stuck alone with him.

“What are you doing” he said bluntly, stepping slightly closer. You stared at him, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks for a moment before you looked away. “Heading to bed. This is the girls elevator you know” you said quietly. At that he scoffed and moved closer. “I know.” He muttered, leaning against the wall in front of you 

He was quiet for a moment as the elevator began to move before he finally spoke up, saying a gruff “Why’d you get upset?” Under his breath. You looked up again, sighing. “I'm not upset-” “like hell you’re not” he interjected, standing straight, looming so close to you, those narrow eyes, always trained on something or someone else, were now totally and utterly fixed on you. 

“You’re a terrible liar. Just be honest with me, and quit trying to act like I didn’t upset you.” He said it so honestly, his voice going quieter again as he stared at you, continuing. “Did I upset you?”

You stared at him, feeling dizzy as the elevator door opened. He looked at it and then back at you, groaning in frustration as he dragged you out into the hallway. “Which rooms yours?” He asked, and, totally confused, you just pointed and he dragged you through the door, looking around. “You suck at decorating” he said bluntly before sitting you down. “What’s. Wrong?” He repeated, kneeling on the floor in front of you.

You were still so confused. Why did he care so much? Why would Katsuki fucking Bakugo be so concerned that he knelt in front of you like this? Did he actually feel bad? Did he actually care about you?

At that thought your struggle slipped out faster than you could stop them. “I like you. And I wish I didn’t” you whispered, your words falling into the silence of your room as he knelt in front of you, his expression as unchanged as ever.

The both of you were silent for a moment, just staring at each other. Your breath was rather rapid, and there was no hiding your blush now. Why did I say that why did I say that why did I say that why did I-

“Seriously? That’s it?”

You could’ve sworn you heard a chuckle in his voice as he spoke up. “I knew that.” He said simply, standing up. “Like I said, you’re a terrible liar.”

Before you could respond, or even grasp his words, he was already walking towards your door. But he stopped at the door, as if sensing your confusion. “Your decorations aren't… terrible… and I guess I like you too”

Your breath caught in your throat. he said that last part so quickly as he opened the door and walked through, saying a quick goodnight before closing it behind him. what the hell just happened? Best believe you’d be pondering the answer all night 

Meanwhile, Katsuki was walking back down the hall to the elevator, taking deep breaths as he adjusted his uniform tie. he didn’t know why he let that slip out, but he knew it’d make you feel better…maybe. god he hated it when he couldn’t think things through before he spoke. 

The truth is, Katsuki had never ignored you. He’d never tell you that though. The glances he’d steal at you were much quicker taken. Shitty hair knew, hell, even Dunce-Face Kaminari knew. But he’d swore off ever telling you. He had too much he wanted- no- needed to do first. But now, those plans were a bit muddled.

And, despite what he said, he didn’t actually know you liked him back. He just said that in an attempt to deflect. What an idiot. A stupid, secretly lovesick idiot. 

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Part 2?

[reysdriver]

Hello! I was wondering if it would be possible to write about Eddie coming over and you have cooked a big meal for the two of you and Eddie has never seen this much food. Used to a frozen meal or Mac and cheese, he is kind of scared to overindulge even though the food is mouth watering. Reader just wants to take care of him.

Eddie's stunned when you make dinner for him, and even moreso when it's the best thing he's ever tasted — eddie x reader fluff

warnings: ig just food and talks of Eddie's social status/living situation

words: 1.2k

Your multitasking skills were finally coming in handy for something important tonight. 

Tonight’s menu consisted of a main dish, sides, and dessert that you were making completely from scratch. And on top of all that cooking, you kept looking at the clock every two minutes to make sure you’re on track for when Eddie said he was coming over. 

Eddie Munson had never been a punctual person. He shows up late to class every day—which is part of the reason why he’s in his third senior year of high school—and all of his friends know to tell him to come at least a half hour earlier than everyone else because that’s the only way they can guarantee he’ll be there when they want. 

But he’s always on time for you. Whenever you have a date, he shows up exactly when he says he will. And when he’s even a few minutes late, he apologizes profusely until you promise that you’re not upset with him. 

You know he’ll be here at exactly seven o’clock, and it was almost time. 

Each tick of the clock reminding you that your boyfriend was on his way and you weren’t going to have dinner ready on time. 

You tried your best to rush the process, but the knock at the door caught you by surprise before you could fully finish cooking. 

You jogged over to the front door to let Eddie inside—even though you’ve told him before that he could let himself in—and you were met with his smiling face. 

He immediately snaked his arms around your figure and pulled you in for a kiss like he was a sailor coming back from a long voyage at sea. 

As much as you loved when he kissed you like this—and he did it quite a bit—you had to break apart because you had pasta on the stove that you were absolutely not going to let burn. 

“I’m almost done cooking dinner.” You told him as you jogged back to the kitchen.

“I thought you liked me.” Eddie says dramatically, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside. “Such a shame. I guess I’ll just go home.”

“This food took so much work. If you leave before trying it, I think I’ll cry.” 

“Well we can’t have that, now can we?”

Eddie waltzed over to where you were standing in the kitchen and leaned against your fridge, eyeing up both you and the food you were preparing. 

“What did you make?”

“Eddie, do you have any patience at all?” 

Your boyfriend shook his head, barely taking any time to think of his answer. “Little to none.”

Right after saying that, he started reaching for the covered desserts that you had placed beside the stove. 

“Yeah, I can see that.” You said while swatting his hand away and shooting him a joking glare. “Go sit at the table and wait until I’m done cooking.”

He sent you a flirty smirk before obeying what you asked of him.

“Yes ma’am.” 

As you plated up dinner, you and Eddie exchanged a bit of small talk since the both of you were trying to focus. You on dinner, and Eddie on how good you looked wearing that floral apron that was hanging from your waist. 

When you loaded plates and bowls onto the table, Eddie’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He couldn’t believe how much food you had prepared. It looked so colourful and smelled so damn good too. 

You hung your apron on the handle of the oven door and sat down across from Eddie. Noticing that he looked somewhat stunned and hadn’t yet taken a bite, you explained the dish like the chefs you had seen on TV. 

“It’s a creamy tuscan chicken. I found the recipe in a magazine.” You then pointed at the side dishes you made to go with it. “And then I made some rice pilaf and roasted vegetables to go with it. I know you don’t love vegetables but I added a balsamic glaze so it’s not so plain.”

He wanted to speak up. He wanted to thank you and tell you how excited he was to dig in. But he was still just so shocked.

Eddie had never seen this much food at once in his life. Especially not home-cooked food, and especially not on just a normal night. Neither Eddie nor his uncle Wayne had ever been good at cooking, and even if they were, their small trailer didn’t allow much room for food preparation. 

He was just stunned. No other word for it. Eddie saw all this food in front of him, but still couldn’t believe it was real. Or that his girlfriend made it for him for date night. He had to be dreaming, he was sure of it.

“Is everything alright?” You asked him, suddenly insecure about your work. 

“No! Wait, no, I mean ‘yeah’!” Eddie stumbled over his words, only now processing that you were across the table and waiting for him to say something. “It looks good, really good. Amazing actually.”

“It’s not too much? Or something you don’t like?” You asked, still unsure. “Because I could just pack it up for meals throughout the week and we could order a pizza or something?”

“No, it’s not that!” Eddie picked up his fork and eagerly scooped up some rice to prove he wanted the food. “There’s just so much, I wasn’t expecting all of this.”

“I made dessert too, brownies and chocolate chip cookies.” You said, pointing to the dish your boyfriend tried grabbing earlier. 

Eddie’s eyes widened, realizing that there was even more than what he was seeing. He didn’t believe you when you said you spent the whole day cooking—why would he? If a delicious pizza could be at his door in 30 minutes or less, how could anything good take longer than that?—but now he knew you were telling the truth. 

And now his mind was going a mile a minute trying to process everything. 

“Well now I feel like shit.” He said jokingly. 

“Why?”

“Look at this whole thing. Jesus, last week when I cooked for you, I made a can of Spaghettios!” 

“Well I liked that!” You told him, trying to clear his guilt. “I just wanted to do something special tonight and use what I know. I’m sorry it made you feel bad.”

“No, no, I was kidding about that, baby. It’s great, don’t worry.”

You smiled at him, happy that he was excited about the dinner.

“Okay.” You nodded. “Are you gonna try it, then?”

Without another word, he took a piece of the chicken and brought it to his lips. The second it touched his tongue, he felt like he had just eaten something made by Julia Child herself—and Eddie noted to himself that he should pull out that impression later.

It was easy to tell the emotions on Eddie’s face as he took that bite. So, satisfied with his reaction and proud of yourself, you started to eat too. 

With every bite Eddie took, he thought about marrying you just so he could eat like this more often.

[paulyenvol6]

Adore Me

Based on a request I accidentally deleted hahha but it was about Pedro sleeping with reader at an early stage of their relationship. I thought I make it so they have done other things but haven't slept together yet (but they both aren't virgins anymore). Enjoy :))

Contains: smut, oral (f receiving), protected sex, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, teasing, begging, soft!Pedro, slightly dom!Pedro but very sweet and caring, Pedro talking you through it, lots of praise, fluff, aftercare

Wordcount: ~4.62

Masterlist

"You sure about this?" he asked against your mouth while your hands fumbled with his belt.

"Never been more sure about anything," you panted feeling already so shaky and heated that you had seriously problems opening his belt.

"Lemme help you with this," Pedro smirked and reached down to take care of it himself. But once he was done he turned your head a little so your eyes that had previously eagerly stared down to his crotch found his again.

"I just don't want you to feel pressured or anythin'. Don't want you to feel like you have to do it 'cause of me."

"I don't, Pedro. I really want it. You're not gonna make me beg for it, are you?" you whispered cradling his face and softly pressing your lips on his mouth.

"No. I'm not ever gonna make you beg for anything, honey."

You smiled feeling him nibble at your bottom lip and then started to reach down to his jeans again. When your hands brushed over his bulge he inhaled sharply tightening the grip on your waist.

"Baby," he warned you closing his eyes and you saw how his chest rose and fell more rapidly. You completely ignored his words and started to massage his cock through the fabric of his jeans while Pedro seemed to seriously struggle.

"Baby, this is not… this is not really helpful… Lemme prepare you, okay?"

He closed his eyes biting hard down in his lower lip. "Honey. I'm hard enough, I just need you to… need you to come so you're pussy's gonna be ready for me."

You had barely listened to him feeling amazed by the way his dick felt so heavy against your hand but Pedro seemed to be serious about this because he took hold of your wrist removing your hand from his center and pushed you towards the bed. That was the moment when the cloudness of your mind faded a little and you remembered what the two of you were about to do.

Pedro and you had been dating for roughly three months now and had done all sorts of stuff like pleasuring each other with your hands or going down on each other. But you hadn't had sex yet which you intended to change tonight. Pedro was beyond careful and hesitant about it which you couldn't fully understand as you weren't a virgin anymore but the last two weeks you had waited patiently. He had told you that he simply didn't want you to regret it afterwards and make sure that you were ready for it.

Tonight things had been different though because along with the craving to be finally filled by him you had been determined to show him how much you wanted this. At first he had been doubtful again telling you that there was no need to rush but you were persistent. 'If you don't wanna do it, of course that's fine with me. But I do,' you had said and at that point he had wavered. 'Of course I fucking want you. Jesus… I can't think about anything else.'

And then Pedro had finally kissed you with a new determination and thenthe two of you had ended up where you were right now. Him hovering on top of you his hands everywhere he could reach and your lips slightly parted heavily breathing.

"I can't wait to fuck you, baby, god… I want it so bad. I know you're gonna feel so perfect around me."

Your trembling legs enclosed around his waist to make sure he knew that you wanted it just as much because you were at a point where you were unable to speak up and instead just whined.

"Pedro… please."

"I know, love. Gonna prepare you for me now, alright? Gonna make you come so your pussy's all wet and soft for me and then I'll make you come on my cock. God, I can't believe I get to fuck this pussy…"

Your toes curled anticipating to feel him in that new kind of way so much that you thought about asking him to just immediately fuck you without preparation but then you reminded yourself of the seize of his cock and realized that he was right. It would be a lot, that much you already knew and to make it less painful you had to admit that you should orgasm first.

Pedro lowered his face to your collarbone tenderly kissing your body through your shirt. It didn't stay on long though because soon he pulled it up and over your arms and then carelessly threw it behind him. You didn't wear a bra which Pedro more than welcomed and his mouth immediately got to work with the focus on stimulating your nipples.

If only he would speed up a little, you thought despite appreciating his touch of course. He simply loved to take his time with you, perhaps even to tease you a little and sometimes on days like these when you were looking forward to something so much it could be cruel of him.

"Pedro," you sighed curling your fingers in his locks and desperately rocked your core against his hips. "You said you'd never make me beg for anything."

He chuckled lowly glancing up to you but still didn't make an attempt to make his way further down your body.

"Let's say this is an exception. But you really can't blame me, honey. It's too sweet to hear you like this."

Although his words excited and delighted you there was still a cease between your brows when he continued to graze with his fingers over your perky buds that were hard against his hands. In the meantime his mouth was busy kissing and biting into your flesh leaving wet traces on your skin that provoked an equally messy wetness between your legs. It was the best kind of torment you could possibly imagine and in a strange way you never wanted him to stop just like you wished he would dive between your legs already.

At some point you stopped thinking about what you were waiting for so frustratedly and surrendered to his touch closing your eyes and whining every now and then when he buried his teeth in your skin just a little deeper than was necessary to make you feel him. When he finally started to kiss his way down your body you slightly lifted your head from the cushions blinking a few times and almost felt like you were waking up from a divine dream.

"Pedro," you moaned simply because you wanted to hear his husky voice and smiled when he looked at you.

"Yes, baby. It's alright. You're gonna feel so fucking good."

He had eaten you out quite a few times before and although he had been a dream from the start you had noticed how it seemed like it became even more heavenly with every time, getting to know your body and what you liked better. And he had already started out strong. You considered Pedro a master of arts when it came to going down on you and you remembered clearly how, after he did it for the first time, you had laid sprawled out on the bed staring up to the ceiling while somehow trying to process what had just happened.

No one of your past relationships had been able to make you come all by themselves without the help of your hand and you felt regret thinking about the fact that you had just accepted their underwhelming performances. You hadn't even believed that a man could give you releases like this and now you feared you would never be able to sleep with someone that wasn't him.

Pedro was now on the same height as your pussy that was still covered by your jeans and panties. Fortunately he now went straight to the point opening the button of your pants and then pulling them down in one motion. He smiled at your lacy red underwear which made him suspect that you had planned to do this tonight all along but the tightness in his pants that seemed to worsen at the sight of the red fabric hugging your hips so wonderfully made him think that your plan worked just perfectly.

"Fucking hell, y/n," he growled rubbing with his hand over the lower half of his face. "You don't even know what you're doin' to me."

"I need you. Please don't make me wait any longer."

Pedro scoffed then sinking on his elbows and brushing with his nose over your panties.

"I couldn't possibly, babygirl."

With these words he stuck out his pointed tongue tracing over your slit just as gently and light as a feather. You tried to press your legs together but Pedro prevented it by spreading them with his hands gripping your thighs and then he found your clit through your underwear and started to circle it.

"Smellin' so fucking good, goddamn it."

Despite feeling the urge to throw your head back and simply get lost in his touch you forced yourself to keep your eyes open because the picture of your beautiful boyfriend laying between your legs and eating your pussy with such a dedication was one you wished to carve into your brain for all time. His eyes searched for yours as well and you let out a moan just from this simple interaction.

"Oh fuck…," you whimpered in a high-pitched voice and grabbed his shoulders to get rid of some of the accumulated tension in your body.

Just when you thought that it wouldn't get better and he would make you come in a matter of seconds Pedro swiftly removed the last piece of clothing on your body making you bare beneath him. The fact that he was still completely dressed somehow made everything feel dirtier and more profane and you felt close to crushing under all of these different impressions. You wanted to come so badly and finally melt with him on a new level but you also wanted this to last forever.

He licked his lips running his eyes over your drenched pussy and then looked up to you with flashing eyes.

"Maybe we'll have to delay what you've planned," he mumbled his gaze instantly between your legs again. "Don't think you're gonna be able to separate me from his pretty little cunt any time soon."

Although you were sure he was joking you grasped his muscular arms while simultaneously hitting his stomach with your foot.

"No. I need you to fuck me. Please, you promised."

Pedro chuckled darkly, a noise that gave you goosebumps and sounded almost obscene in a setting like this.

"Don't you worry, darling. You know that I can't wait to shove my cock inside of you. M'just kidding."

You relaxed connecting your back with the mattress again but made sure you were looking down when he licked over your naked pussy for the first time tonight.

He simpy felt… perfect. Warm and wet, a little rough but just the amount that only added to the thrill. And he hit the spots where you needed him the most.

Pedro first went in circles around your clit just as he had done with your underwear on but then he got the hood that covered it out of the way in order to carefully flick it which provoked an animalistic growl in you. You almost felt like crying, so overtaken with the precision of his touch.

He then went over your folds dipping in your hole to taste your arousal and tracing your labias. Pedro was an expert at paying just the right attention to every part of your pussy while keeping the main focus on your clit and you wondered how many women it had taken for him to sleep with to perfect his technique. You didn't even mean this in a bitter or jealous way though because you were thankful for his level of expertise that was currently taking your breath away.

It wasn't a surprise that after a few minutes you already felt close to coming which you almost would've found embarrassing had Pedro not encouraged you so passionately.

"I want you to cum for me, baby. I need to taste it, oh fuck me," he groaned his fingers digging deeper into your flesh which would surely leave marks.

"Yes," you panted your gazes once again meeting in a heated flash and you buckled your hips searching for more of him although it was merely impossible.

"I'm so fuckin' close, Pedro, please. Oh fuck, I – "

You couldn't finish the sentence because the heat washed over you, your eyes rolling back in your head and for a moment you only saw white.

"There you go, darling. Just like that…," he whispered soothingly running his hands over the outside of your thighs.

You forgot everything, your name, the time and even the man between your legs that had just gifted you such a fantastic release but seconds later you landed on your back again, your soul returning to your body, chest heaving rapidly and your tired eyes opened just ever so slightly.

You only now noticed that Pedro hadn't stopped but licked you through your orgasm and was still busy lapping up your wetness which started to feel uncomfortable when he toyed with your overstimulated and throbbing clit again so you gestured him to look at you.

"That was so good, Pedro, fuck. I need you now. Need to feel you inside of me."

Pedro melted away at your words never having felt more eager to do anything in his life because the prospect of feeling you around him and also pleasing you and following what you seemed to need so badly right now made his head cloudy.

"You will. I'll fill you up so well, baby. I'm gonna fuck this pussy just the way she needs it, I promise."

There was definitely no doubt about that, you thought because if he would only be half as good as he was at going down on you you would be utterly satisfied. Pedro crawled up to you again, his broad body caging you entirely and stole a kiss from your swollen lips.

"You wanna do this?" he asked again and although you rolled your eyes at the fact that your whining and begging hadn't seemed to be enough for him to reassure him that you were certain about this your heart fluttered. Never had a man in your life looked out for you like that and you most definitely wouldn't let this man go any time soon.

"Yes. I want it so fucking bad, Pedro and if you won't do it now I'll go and find myself a man who wants to fuck me," you whispered while stroking the side of his face but then his eyes darkened at your words and he grabbed your wrist pinning your hand on the bed next to your head.

"I don't think so, honey," he cooed his thumb caressing your pulse point which was such a simple and yet effective movement.

"Pedro," you moaned every bratiness in you gone and now you felt like a whiny mess again, your brain a mush only able to think about the handsome man on top of you.

Your eyes followed him while he reached to the nightstand and opened the top drawer searching for a condom. When he had picked one up he adjusted himself on top of you again and glared at you with such intensity that you felt the heat rising in your cheeks.

"That's my pussy, babygirl. And I'm the only one who gets to touch or lick or fuck her, is that clear? No one else would be able to treat her as good as I do anyway."

You shuddered at his words looking up to him through half-lidded eyes. Obviously the both of you knew that you hadn't meant these words but the way he reacted to them made your pussy clench around nothing and the familiar throbbing between your legs returned.

"Yes, she's all yours. No one else's. Please Pedro, please do something."

He smirked crookedly while finally opening his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. You would've taken a glance down but were too busy opening the buttons of his shirt one by one which turned out to be a challenge as your shaking hands struggled to find the holes.

Pedro was a lot more successful in what he was doing and in a matter of seconds he had opened the condom and pulled it over his hard and leaking cock that looked so delicious you let out a desperate whine when your eyes finally looked down to where your bodies were so dangerously close.

It quite frankly drove Pedro mad and if he hadn't known that he was about to slide into your perfect pussy for the first time he would have shoved his dick right into your mouth. But what awaited him was even better and so he planned on doing that another time, instead gliding his hand between your legs once more, this time finding your quivering hole.

"What are you doing," you whimpered pressing your legs against his wrist between your thighs and almost bit your lip bloody.

"Just openin' you up a little, baby. I don't know if you're used to my size and I don't wanna hurt you. Trust me, honey, alright? I got you and I'm gonna make this a very pleasant experience for you. Just need you to trust me."

You mumbled something that sounded like 'I can take it,' but didn't protest when Pedro inserted a single finger into your vagina slightly curling it up so he hit you with just the right angle.

You weren't a virgin after all so there was no struggling in taking it which was why Pedro soon added a second one which he let you adjust to for a moment but you didn't have any serious problems handling it either.

"That's right…," he whispered against your brow, absolutely taken with the idea of it being his cock instead of his fingers and slowly started to thrust in you.

He scissored you open while his thumb pressed into your clit which was an astonishing combination that didn't fail to bring you close to the edge after an embarrassingly short time. Pedro noticed it but didn't stop so you quickly grabbed his underarm gesturing him to slow down.

"I wanna come with you, please."  

He raised his eyebrows pursing his lips but stopped moving inside of you. "Don't wanna give me one more?"

You swallowed pleading him with your eyes because you were struggling to find an answer yourself. Your body was craving another release but the idea of coming with him simply sounded so good in your mind that you shook your head.

"Please. Please fuck me, Pedro," you whispered and at that point your boyfriend broke.

His eyes sparkled almost looking black from his desire and then he spread your legs wider and aligned his tip with your entrance.

"Relax your muscles, baby. And breathe in."

You followed his words inhaling deeply and then while you breathed the air out he started to push into you. Of course he was bigger than any of your ex boyfriends and you would certainly need a moment to adjust but from the moment his tip had entered you you knew that you were in for a treat. It was just that the two of you fit. You belonged together and melting with him just felt natural and right.

"Oh god…," Pedro growled dropping his chin to his chest and supported himself by resting his hands on either side of your head.

"Jesus fucking christ, baby you feel so… fucking… good."

Only his tip was inside so far but he didn't move any further giving you time to get used to his thickness.

"You feelin' alright?" he asked brushing the sweaty hair out of your face in order to look at you properly.

It definitely burned a little but it was nothing you couldn't handle so you nodded closing your eyes at the mesmerizing feeling of being stretched by him.

"Yes. Shit, it's… so good, Pedro."

"Yeah, baby? Like feeling me inside of you?"

You could nod with your head again and then wrapped your hands around his back your nails deliciously scratching his skin as he went a little deeper.

"Breathe, honey. S'right. Takin' me so goddamn well."

By now the slight pain had entirely vanished and you couldn't wait to get fucked by him so you pulled him closer savouring the way his weight crushed against you and kissed him next to his mouth.

"Fuck me," was all you whispered but he took it as a permission to back out and then thrust inside, still careful not to hurt you but with a lot more intensity that made your eyes roll back.

"Yes, Pedro. Like that, it feels so good," you cried out letting your head fall back into the cushions again and Pedro instantly took advantage of it starting to cover your neck with kisses.

He picked up the pace delivering deep thrusts in your pussy that made you gasp every time he slammed back in and you soon didn't have the power to keep your legs wrapped around his waist anymore so you dropped them to the bed. As a response Pedro parted your legs a little more and the new angle brought yet another kind of intensity.

He gently pressed the palm of his hand on your lower belly while his mouth explored the area next to your ear.

"You feelin' me there, mhm? You feelin' me so deep inside you, darling?"

Your face twisted with pleasure your mouth forming words that you weren't able to vocalise but it only would've been mindless muttering anyway. When his hand traveled between your legs you thought you were going to lose it and clenched the muscles of your thighs as a response to his touch on your clit.

It was a massive variety of impressions each stimulating your senses so overwhelmingly that it was no wonder you could barely communicate with him anymore.

There was the weight of his body on top of you, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses on your jaw and neck, his right hand playing with your clit while his left groped your breast and then of course his dick pounding your pussy. It was perfect. All you wanted right now was to freeze this moment and stay buried under him for the rest of your life.

"Agh fuck," you cried out at his fingers carefully pinching your clit and threw your head to the side.

"Need you to give me another one, babygirl. Need to feel you clench around me, c'mon. Know you can do it."

It didn't matter if you could do it or not because right now you felt as if Pedro had all the power in the world over you making you fall apart beneath him. He had you wrapped around his little finger and you were docile to what he was doing to you. That was why after minutes of keeping up this addicting treatment you were driven close to breaking again which you let Pedro know by grasping his hand.

"M'close. M'gonna come, Pedro, please."

Suddenly you felt whiny and helpless almost yearning to be held by him. And your Pedro, your sweet Pedro took notice of course and embraced you in a tight hug pushing your face against his neck while neither his hand on your pussy nor his cock inside of you stopped.

"Yes, honey. I got you… Easy now, I know it's a lot but I got you. Just breathe and listen to my voice."

You whimpered your hand grabbing his nape to press him impossibly closer.

"That's right. C'mon. I know you wanna fall apart 'n you can. I'll catch you, baby."

His voice along with his thumb rubbing over your clit in fast circles was what eventually drove you over the edge and you came hard for the second time tonight. Pedro talked you through it whispering sweet nothings in your ear but then as he felt you clench around him he let out a loud groan as well and followed you closely after.

"Fucking Christ!" he growled gripping your waist tightly and came inside of the condom.

"Oh baby," he moaned lazily delivering a few last sloppy thrusts before slowing down and eventually lying on top of you his cock still buried in you.

"That's it. Oh my lord, that was the best fucking pussy I've ever had," Pedro then whispered his breath still going faster than usual.

"T'was perfect," you agreed letting out a quiet moan when he pulled out of you to take off the condom. Then he rolled off you sprawling out next to you and the both of you sighed staring at the ceiling with tired eyes and aching limbs.

"We should get cleaned, darlin'."

These were the words that you really didn't want to hear right now but Pedro was persistent gently dragging you to sit up.

"Nooo, I just wanna sleep," you complained despite knowing that he was right.

"C'mere," he whispered and took you by your hand as he went into the bathroom where Pedro started by kissing your forehead.

"Sit on the edge of the bathtub," was his next order which you followed but barely were able to hold yourself up as you spread your legs for him.

He resolved to be lenient with you right now well-aware that he was the reason for your exhaustion and decided to take care of you instead of placing the washcloth in your own hand. Pedro drenched it with warm water, got on his knees in front of you and then started to clean the insides of your thighs as well as your fucked-out pussy that was still glistening with your arousal. It almost made him hard again and he thought about the possibility of fucking you again in the morning. Would either of you have to get up early tomorrow? No, he only had a meeting with his agent in the afternoon but the morning the two of you could spend the way you wanted to.

Before Pedro could finish the thought, he was done, carelessly tossing the washcloth to the ground and then leaving the bathroom to get you your favourite cotton pyjamas. Once he had helped you put on both pieces he got dressed as well and then the only thing left to do was hop back into the bed that you fortunately had covered with a big towel protecting the sheets from your body fluids.

Pedro pulled the blanket over both of you and smiled as he immediately felt you crawling towards him to crouch against his upper body.

"You alright?" he purred stroking your messy hair and you felt like bursting with joy.

What a nice add-on that he wasn't just a kind caring and respectful boyfriend that was generous and skilled when it came to going down on you but also turned out to be beyond talented with his cock.

"Yes. More than alright," you replied contently listening to his heartbeat.

"Good."

"What about you?"

Pedro chuckled lowly and you felt the vibrations throughout your whole body.

"I love you, y/n."

That was indeed a good answer and you grabbed his hand trapping it between yours.

"I love you too."

"That's good," he mumbled so close to falling asleep that he didn't know what he was saying anymore.

"Mhm," you made and while precisely listening to his heart you drifted off to sleep both your body and mind at peace.

[littelovelunette]

Omg omg omg improving percentages but reader is so burnt out and sevika notices so she’s extra gentle and caring with reader? Making sure they’re ok and resting well and is pampered and cared for and reassured and lots lots lotttsss of praise! Pretty please i love youuuu

Improving Percentages (6)

I love you too, anon haha

“How are you still managing advanced maths if you don't even know how to do long divisions?” You asked the classmate you'd agreed to tutor, Stacy was somehow the topper in physics and stuff but when it came to basic maths suddenly she was scatterbrained.

This had to be one of your biggest mistakes because you were dying of stress as it was and now you were stuck with an idiot of a friend who didn't even know how to do long divisions.

“I don't know, it's just so different from all the other things we've done.”

“How?” You sighed, exasperated, before getting up, “I have business class in a few minutes so I have to kinda get going.”

You got up, swinging your bag over your shoulder. Stacy grabbed the hem of your sleeve, looking up at you with puppy eyes. “Please help me with long divisions on Thursday?”

You sighed. “If you are gonna switch batches, I won't be able to help you— keep that in mind before you make any decisions.”

You smiled and waved goodbye to her before leaving for class. You opened the door a little to peek inside.

“May I come in?” You asked Professor Sevika who didn't look up from the papers she was marking, reading glasses on point and posture as sharp as ever.

“Yes, sweetheart.”

You blushed at the casualty and slowly walked inside, taking a seat next to the huge window. You always sat there, it was closer to Sevika and gave you a perfect view of her.

“You look tired.” Sevika commented.

“Mhm.” You could only hum. Doing your extra classes with her and trying to cope with the other classes has been draining you completely.

“What's wrong?” Sevika looked up from her papers and you both made eye contact.

“I've just had so much going on at home with dad's colleagues constantly coming to our place for whatever stupid business he's trying to do and dad's sort of been forcing me to delegate for him.” You explained.

“But isn't doing business your main goal anyway?” Sevika asked as she stacked the papers and put them in their respective files.

“Yeah, it is, but I don't want to do slavery. He wants to keep the money to himself!”

“Now that's just low.”

You nodded with a sigh, looking down at the plain black surface of your desk. “I guess, I'm just really overwhelmed with the pressure from there and chemistry has been so hard these days.” You paused before adding, “Besides, I'm missing out on a few basic classes in chem anyway, that would explain my low test scores.”

Your fingers fidgeting was enough to let Sevika know that you were stressed and you were scared you might not do well in your final tests.

“You can still drop chemistry.” Sevika said calmly, surveying you carefully to understand the storm brewing in your brain.

“I don't wanna disappoint my parents, teachers and peers—”

“You won't disappoint anyone.”

You sighed a little and started taking your business studies’ notes out. “I'm just drained. I need, like, a good rest or something.”

“When is our next extra class scheduled?” Sevika asked as she took her reading glasses off.

“Well, today is Wednesday so… Thursday. Tomorrow is the next extra class.”

“But tomorrow you're already doing four subjects, no?”

“Yeah… I guess, I'll be on the run.” You chuckled nervously before shifting to get comfortable on your seat.

More students started coming into the classroom so Sevika was bound to start her lecture. You felt so drowsy throughout the entire lecture which was unlikely considering it was your favourite subject, head lolling against your hand as you forced yourself awake.

The next day, when you had your extra classes after having 4 very mind destructive subjects to deal with, you were exhausted.

Your eyes were drooping, dark circles around your eyes but you didn't see Sevika in the classroom.

“Excuse me, do you happen to know where the business studies’ professor Sevika is?” you asked the receptionist, holding the strap of your bag tightly to ground yourself from sleep.

“Yeah, she's downstairs actually.”

“Downstairs…?” You repeated, confused before turning and leaving. The elevator was occupied so you took the stairs, pushing your body to focus going down the steps.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Her voice tore you out of your sleep.

“Hey… why are you down here?” You asked as you walked into the garage and she closed the hood of her car.

“Today's extra class will be held at my place, let's go.”

You were a little surprised but didn't question it. Sevika opened the car door for you and you sat down at the passenger seat.

She closed the door on your side and went to the driver's side.

As she sat down, the car's engine revved to life and she pulled out of the driveway. “So, how were classes?” Sevika asked as she drove past the traffic and towards the direction of her house.

You didn't answer. When Sevika looked your way she saw that you were deep asleep. With a soft smile now playing on her lips she parked her car and got out of it.

“My little bunny.” She whispered as she picked you off the passenger seat and took you inside.

When you woke up in the bedroom, you looked around and there was the golden glow of the lamp, Sevika was deep asleep by your side with one hand draped across your stomach and the other under you as if you weighed nothing.

You shifted closer to the older woman, smiling to yourself as you started drifting off to a peaceful slumber again.

You knew you were safe in her arms now and she would pamper you and take care of you to no end.

An hour passed, your limbs tangled with hers in nothing but innocent sleep. As you woke up with a start to check your phone, you saw your mother asked you where you were.

“Fuck.” You whispered and Sevika roused. “Hm?” She hummed in inquiry, forcing herself to get up, wrapping one arm around you.

“Mum’s asking where I am.” You answered as you typed a message in the reply box.

“Tell her the truth.” Sevika said simply and got up.

“What?”

“Tell her you're at mine for classes.” Sevika took her shirt off leaving herself in a tank top and pants. She looked hot. Her muscles were so juicy… so meaty, and gosh— you just wanted to be head locked and-

“You're staring.”

“Oh!- right, sorry.” You quickly typed the message to your mother and watched Sevika walking out of the room without saying anything. Moments later she returned with a box full of very expensive chocolates.

“Sevika,” you whispered her name and watched as she placed it on the bed next to you.

“Got it for you.”

“But they must've cost a fortune.” You opened the golden ribbon around the box and tipped the lid off to see the chocolates inside. They seemed so perfect and elegant.

“A woman like you deserves the finest things in the world.” Sevika said as if stating facts before she took on one of the chocolates out of the box, feeding it to you.

“My, my,” you teased and giggled, a slight blush creeping up onto your cheeks as Sevika fed you one of the delicious treats.

“Take a shower before you leave.” Sevika suddenly said, it was so random.

You decided to ask. “Why?”

“You smell like my cologne.”

[clairerosetarot]

How can you Glow/ Level UP

Images from Artist Layla Essaydi. pile 1–>4

Hey y’all! I wanted to do this reading because I saw it was the second place winner in the poll so, here you go! Also I will get the 18+ reading that you guys asked for the most in my inbox to you very shorty!

Pile 1💸

The fool, The tower, The empress

You have to let go. You are straining yourselves pile 1, stop what to to control life and just let life happen to you. Tbh, even you obsessing over your looks (like reading this reading) isn’t good for you. You don’t need to change anything - especially because I’m getting that I lot of big changes are already coming for you.

You are going to step into a mor “queenly” energy soon and you wanna know how or why? It will flow naturally from you. It wont be fake or contrived. You’ll make your own beauty standards and adhere to them. People will be shocked by this seemingly overnight change but it will be all you, not any book or guide from someone else that your are following.

Pile 2 💸

Two of Cups, Nine of swords, The Emperor

Okay, i’m definitely seeing some stress here. Probably due to school, job or even love. I’m getting that you will glow up after you are done with whatever this is that is stressing you. Right now, I’m getting that this stress is showing on your face, unfortunately.

I think the best path to glowing up will come from the inside. When you get your school, job, or love troubles sorted, you will glow from within. Your glow up isn’t using specific products or dyeing your hair, its much deeper than that.

Pile 3💸

Ace of pentacles, The chariot, Four of swords

Ooooh, I see a vacay here for you! I see than you will glow up with traveling and becoming free. Your glow up vibe will be a relaxed hippie feminine sort of freedom. These are two really random references that just popped in my head but if you’ve ever seen the Amanda Byrnes film What A Girl Wants, I see you glowing up channeling that care free traveling vibe. The main character goes on a spontaneous trip to London and finds herself, love and family. It’s really cute and I see having a fun trip spontaneously like that could help you. The other reference is Dua Lipa, who was recently memes for constantly going on vacation.

That is a little extreme but you should definitely think about saving some coins to spend on a great relaxing vacation pile 3! Or just stay where you are but be more spontaneous, try that new ice cream shop you’ve been thinking about going into, walk around empty malls on a weekend, or go to that club you always thought was way too cool for you. You got this!

Pile 4 💸

King of cups, The fool, Seven of pentacles

I see experimenting with your looks being a big thing here. Wether it’s dying your brows, shaving your head, or getting that piercing. There is a temporary physical change you have been thinking of doing but are afraid of. This spread is telling you it’s okay to experiment with new things once in a while, especially if you have been looking the same for while. Spring cleaning also applies to yourself pile 3!

Another thing i’m also getting is maybe experimenting with a new skin care routine. I’m getting that y’all might have some skin issues and this could lead to trying new diets or products to combat that. One thing I suggest is going to Sephora and getting some skin care samples.

That’s all guys! Thanks for reading and remember if it doesn’t apply let it fly! ❤️‍🔥��🌴

[thegoodwitchsworld]

this is def self indulgent but what about bucky who notices all of readers little habits? maybe they have ocd or has a lot of stims and tics or something that and he’s just so sweet and doesn’t even say anything, he just goes with it. Could also be a cute aftercare idea, maybe reader has a specific routine

ROUTINE

Warnings- So much fluff.

A/N- Hey anon, thank you for the request! I was at work, and thinking about this story, and I daydreamed so much everyone questioned why I was smiling for no reason all day (In a relationship with Bucky Barnes of course). I hope you'll like this, I am not sure if it's very much to your expectations, but if you specify what you meant by tics a little more, I would love to write another one exactly like that. Cheers! ❤️

He has been watching you for the last half hour or so.

You sit at your dressing table, wearing one of his shirts that comes down to your thighs. You both have just had mind-bowing, toe-curling sex, as always.

And you're doing skincare.

Bucky can't help but be equally amused and frustrated at the number of bottles and lotions and facemasks that you keep putting on your face. Every time he thinks you're done, you pick up something new. He knows you have a routine, and when you don't follow it exactly to a T you tend to get up in the middle of the night because "I forgot to remove my makeup!" Bucky doesn't mind. He loves watching his princess be a princess. But Bucky's also a needy man.

"Baby."

He says gently, and you jolt out of your reverie. You are so relaxed when you do your routine that you forget anything else exists.

"Y-yeah bucky?" You look back at him sweetly, curling your eyelashes with castor oil on a mascara wand.

"I need you," he pouts. Exactly like a 5-year-old.

You giggle and roll your eyes as you remove the curlers from your hair.

"I'm coming bucky! The fruits of patience are always sweet", you retort playfully, giggling again.

"I want YOUR fruits though," he tells you suggestively, a cheeky smirk on his face. He adores when you blush, and when you blush you just start laughing even harder like a schoolgirl. He lives for that sound.

Finally, when you're all done, and still just admiring yourself in the mirror, Bucky can't take it anymore. It's not that you're obsessed with beauty. You like yourself (mostly). You just want to be the prettiest for your absolutely Greek God boyfriend.

Bucky gets up from the bed and walks over to you.

"Bucky! Nooo!" You squeal as your boyfriend wraps you in a bear hug, lifting you off the seat. He grins as he leaves wet kisses all over your face, making you wince in mock disgust when you JUST did your skincare so meticulously, before he finally puts you down.

You huff angrily, stamping your foot.

"You messed up my hair AND my skin! I hate you!" You scowl as you cross your arms.

"You look adorable baby girl," he chuckles and bends down, kissing your cheek. "Now who's my pretty baby?"

You try to stop yourself from giggling, but you still smile and bob your head.

"I am."

"That's right. And now it's Boyfriend cuddle time."

He picks you up and drops you on the bed, and gets in with you, nuzzling your nose with his. His hands find your waist, feeling your soft skin under your his shirt. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply as your scent fills his lungs, making him finally feel calm after a very long day.

"It tickles Bucky!", you giggle as he nips at your ear and the skin on your shoulder.

"Oh really?", he grins evilly before he full-on attacks you, tickling your body everywhere. You laugh so hard you accidentally snort. Your eyes widen as you pray he didn't hear you.

"What's wrong baby? Did I hurt you?" He asks concerned when you suddenly stop laughing.

"No i - i just made things weird i guess...." You look away, embarrassed. Bucky frowns and turns your face by your chin to face him.

"Because you snorted?"

"Mhmm". You give a small nod, his eyes looking into yours.

He bursts into laughter and hugs you to his chest.

"Baby you couldn't do a single thing in the world that I wouldn't find adorable. You sneeze and I'm like "Aww she is so cute", you giggle and it's the most beautiful sound in the world, and your little snorts are so so adorable too sweetheart. You can be as weird as you want ", he laughs as he finishes his little speech.

Your heart melts into a little puddle. But first things first.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I can't breathe," you finally manage to squeak. Bucky grins as he presses you even further into his chest, muffling all your weak protests. But he's always telling you it would be such a good way to die being trapped between your legs, and you think this is the female equivalent of that feeling. You just give in and let yourself be hugged by your giant teddy bear.

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[trujinxie]

Susato Mikotoba and Internalized Misogyny

Susato holds herself in such low regard. This is one thing, but it becomes even more gut wrenching once you begin to interpret why she does. Given the raging misogyny and prejudice for women that permeated society in the 19th century, it’s not hard to imagine that she harbors internalized misogyny. We see her put herself down, especially in the first game, she quite literally hates herself.

She wanted to leave London, and she was caught about to throw her British Law book into the sea, the little self confidence she had as a judicial assistant was all but lost.

She felt that she did not deserve to practice law, not only because she recognized that she tampered with a crime scene, but also, how can a girl ever be worthy of the title ‘judicial assistant’? Where is a girls place in the field of law?

Do girls HAVE a place in the field of law?

From the very first case it has been made clear that women are barred from entering a courtroom in Japan. Even in British courts she is belittled and belittles herself. Even though her creating the peephole actually SAVED Gina’s case, she cannot recognize her own feat, she saved Gina, yet her internalized misogyny clouds her mind.

Moving on to dgs2, the first case has her breaking societal norms and pretending to be a man to defend her dearest friend Haori. Women were forbidden from entering a courtroom in 19th century Japan, despite how the laws of the land apply to EVERYONE.

This case also shows us more insight into her mind. If you press one of Hosonaga’s statements, she says this. I have seen the fandom brush this line off as a joke in favour of how Hosonaga replies. To me, it’s a perfect example of her internalized misogyny.

While in the position of Ryutaro, she regresses back into misogynistic rhetoric. There’s something about the horrific treatment of women in her time perpetrated by men that Susato feels she must comply with in order for the court to see her as a man. How else would they believe that it’s Naruhodo Ryutaro standing there at the defenses’ bench? Even if saying so hurts, what would become of her if they found out that Naruhodo Ryutaro did not exist? How would they react if it was found out that there was a girl in court?

It’s not her fault for worrying, even if the judge knew.

Dgs2 also reveals that her father, Yujin Mikotoba, travelled to Britain for six years. The first six years of Susato’s life. Her mother died and she was given to her grandmother while her father abandoned her.

We do not see Susato get angry at her father for doing so.

She always sings his praises and calls him “my brilliant father.” But how can that be? I’ve talked about how I think Susato deserves to lash out at her father, but does she feel like she deserves that luxury?

She clearly loves her father, but she may have felt deep resentment for him at times. How dare he come back into her life so suddenly? Did she feel bitter? Did she feel angry? But how could she be angry? Girls don’t get angry at their fathers, they treat them with utmost respect, No matter how they are treated by them. Even thinking about her father like that feels sinful. The Father was revered with great expectancy and honor, disrespecting him by showing anger would be absolutely unthinkable, right? Susato would feel terribly guilty for feeling even the slightest negative feelings about Yujin. Who is she to get angry at him, after all? How could she be such a terrible daughter?

Susato Mikotoba isn’t a person who flaunts her achievements for all to see. After a trial she congratulates Ryuunosuke.

“You did it! we got an acquittal thanks to YOU!”

What about all she’s done during trials to point her friend in the right direction? What of her own efforts? She does so much, yet she never gives herself credit where it’s due. Internalized misogyny is a powerful thing, it makes her think she’s useless, even if she were to be the one who turns the trial on its head.

There’d be countless opportunities for her, opportunities for her to thrive and learn to love herself, if only society gave her a chance.

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[wherearedagrapes]

The deleted scene from the second movie where Maddie almost lets Sonic off the hook for sneaking out because he brings her (a ridiculous amount of) roses and Tom (who realizes immediately what Sonic’s trying to pull) has to keep Maddie on track also highkey reminds me of Amy and her hopeless romantic side lol like she would definitely swoon over a gesture like that and almost forget she’s mad.

Maddie’s so funny. I really do hope we get to see more of her. (Just realized Maddie and Tom are also wearing pink and blue here lol)

More thoughts on Amy under the cut.

If Amy is indeed on a mission to save the future/world, I can definitely see her having little self-preservation. The world — all the lives counting on her — matter so much more than her own life and desires. And if she’s been alone a decent while, I can see her having some trust issues or wanting to do a lot by herself… Amy (at least the Amy in the games I grew up with) has also always been bullheaded, take-charge, and kinda reckless. In the movie, it seems like she’s been tracking the Metal Sonics and knows way more about what’s going on than the others.

With all that in mind, I can see her taking over and maybe steamrolling “Team Sonic” at first, much to Sonic’s chagrin. He would try to be cool about it despite his wounded ego, but he would feel bossed around and unheard, and I can see them butting heads over this early on. Like I can see Sonic lowkey not following one of Amy’s plans out of spite and to prove his strategy is good if not better than hers and causing a mess. I can see Amy during one of her plans putting way too much of the dangerous responsibilities on her self and Sonic having to save her. I can see Amy struggling to be a team player, but in many ways she’d be similar to Sonic. And it could be a good way for Sonic to learn what it’s like for his friends when he disregards them/runs off into danger without them… How scary it is to be on the other side of that, to watch someone you care about be reckless with their own life or determined to do too much on their own. How frustrating, when all you want to do is help them.

You mentioning that Amy could see attachments as trouble is interesting because I’ve been thinking a lot about… IF Amy is from the future, isn’t she doomed to nonexistence? Depends on the time travel rules the movie chooses to follow ig, but logically, if the gang changes the future, the Amy that is a product of the bad future will disappear, right? If the future is changed/saved, then Amy would have no reason to time travel in the future. And if she never time travels, she never meets the Wachowskis… Wouldn’t it be like they never met?

I doubt the movie would actually end that way, but I can see this complicating things. I can see Amy going into this knowing/accepting from the start that she’s probably going to disappear if she succeeds in saving the future. She’ll change when the future does. She’ll become a different Amy with a different life. It’s not much of a burden until she meets Sonic and his family and starts growing attached to them. Now, she has something to lose. She’s carrying this bombshell around by herself because she doesn’t want anyone to put the mission at risk. Saving the future is too important. But she doesn’t want to leave. She doesn’t want to lose these new connections. She doesn’t want to be forgotten...

Which circles back to those ideas of being too selfless and trying to handle too much by yourself. What Amy wants doesn’t matter, but it’s harder and harder to deny her feelings and the part of her that wants to keep this love and happiness she’s (maybe finally) found on Earth. She needs to trust her friends. She needs to let her friends help her. But that’s easier said than done.

With Amy coming along, I can't stop thinking about the Amy-Sonic/Tom-Maddie parallels.

You know, the pink and blue scheme, Tom having a similar personality to Sonic and Amy possibly having some similarities to Maddie, Amy and Maddie possibly being two big city girls with Amy being from New York and Maddie from San Francisco while Tom and Sonic are both from Green Hills, the setup of Amy plus 3 Wachowski siblings as well as Maddie and Tom, who canonically have siblings too.

They've been foreshadowing this couple since the second movie, fight me!!

(and Tom x Maddie are the parents and couple ever, I love them!)

(Also, please give Maddie more prominence. She's awesome!)

[klausysworld]

Human Highschool Playboy Klaus x Virgin Reader

Reader has a crush, klaus is a player, she is in love he doesn’t care, they have sex (one night stand and he‘s gone in the morning) it’s her first time

Then later e.g: on a party she a little drunk

They talk she cries and tells him it was her first time

He feels guilty and takes care of her

Then they have sex and he’s extra soft

Love your work xoxo❤️

The Softness Within

High School was easy for Klaus Mikaelson. 

He could breeze through it with a smirk on his face and a bunch of guys patting him on the back as he made his way through the hall with another girl on his arm, always different from the week before. 

For Y/N it was a little more difficult.

People would shove past her, let her stumble into the nearby lockers or purposefully smack the top book from her hands to the floor, laughing as she just watched it slide down the halls that haunted her day after day. 

There was only really one thing that she looked forward to each day and that was seeing Klaus. 

She knew he probably didn’t even know who she was but he wasn’t cruel to her like other boys were. 

He didn’t shove her or tease her. A few times he’d even smiled at her.

It was rare for her to even bother showing up to a party, for some reason she had. Maybe because she actually liked the girl who was throwing it.

But for whatever reason that she was there, she ended up flush against the wall, music blaring as her mouth moved with Klaus’s desperately. 

His hands tugged at her dress roughly and she pulled back, a little anxiety in her eyes. 

Both Klaus’s hands cupped her face as he pulled her back into a kiss. 

“I want you.” He murmured to her, his voice so low that it made her fold almost instantly. 

They ended up at her house, Klaus pushing her down into the mattress as he groped roughly at her thighs. It was clear that his body was hungry for her, almost as starved as her heart was for him. 

The night wasn’t as blissful as she’d imagined it.

He was a little rougher than she’d have liked for her first time, it stung more than she’d been prepared for. Hurt.

Eventually the ache dulled and it started to feel better, she started to cling to him. 

Klaus’s fingers had slipped between her legs whilst his hips rutted to hers.

Her little moans fueled the heat between them until she couldn’t breathe. 

Time had somehow crawled and raced by all at once until sleep had taken them both.

When it came time to wake, Klaus must’ve done so long before her for the space where he’d been was already cold. 

There was no stopping the tears from slipping down her soft cheeks as she clutched her pillow between her hands. 

For the first time in a long time Y/N missed a couple days of school. 

Her body was exhausted, her heart humiliated.

Still, eventually she went back to school.

She ignored him in the hall, not that she thought he’d notice her anyways, and made sure not to sit anywhere near him in any classes. 

Y/N didn’t plan to go to any party ever again but one of her friends ended up dragging her to one, she was already reluctant so her friend decided not to tell her that it was at Klaus’s house. 

She only realised when she bumped into his older brother, he’d scoffed under his breath and muttered about having too many teenagers in his house. 

Y/N felt sick in an instant.

Which was how she ended up in his upstairs bathroom, too many people were fucking in the ones downstairs that she had to go to the third floor to be in a quiet room where she could freak out and be sick. 

That was how Klaus found her, sobbing over a toilet seat and trembling as the occasional gag shook her body.

“Y/N?” He questioned gently, kneeling down beside her and rubbing her back gently. “Did you drink too much, love? You didn’t take anything right?” He asked with a concerned frown. 

Her head shook as she moved back, her back resting against the edge of the bathtub, the coldness making her flinch as she sniffed. 

Klaus grabbed some tissue to wipe her mouth and settled in front of her.

His head tilted a little, trying to catch her eyes which were now glued to the floor as her eyes struggled not to let anymore tears fall.

“You need some water, sweetheart?” He asked and she wanted to just say no and walk out but her throat was sore from the crying and retching. He softened when she nodded and disappeared for a minute or two before coming back with a glass of ice cold water. 

His arm slipped round her shoulders with ease as he helped the glass into her hands and watched her drink it, mumbling encouragement. 

“I’m sorry,” She whimpered, her tears dripping into her water making him wince a little and pull the glass from her. “I didn’t know it was your house- I didn’t even wanna come.” She cried and he frowned, shushing her gently.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong, love? You don’t need to be sorry, I don’t mind you in my house.” He smiled, stroking her back gently. She sniffed and fell silent.

He probably didn’t even remember that they had slept together.

She was probably no good, utterly forgettable.

Klaus watched her expression sadden, a look of hopelessness. 

“You didn’t want to see me again.” He realised after a moment. His hand kept rubbing her back, trying to soothe her. “It’s okay, most girls get a little embarrassed after one-night stands. You usually avoid people for a while? That’s okay, I get it.” Klaus nodded, trying to be understanding but it made her cry harder.

“I don’t- I-” She sniffed and choked a little on her words. “I’ve never slept with someone before- I don’t know what I’m doing.” 

His entire face shifted at that.

“Oh.” He whispered, nodding slowly. 

The deep realisation that he’d taken Y/N’s virginity was one thing but remembering how he’d been that night, it was no wonder that she’d been avoiding him. 

“I’m so sorry, love.” He muttered, his arms circling her a little tighter to try to offer solace. “I should have… I should have…” His voice died off as he looked down at her, the stains across her cheeks and the redness in her face made his stomach twist.

“Did I hurt you, Y/N?” He murmured, frowning as he looked her over. The dress she was wearing this time covered her arms too, she didn’t want anybody to see her skin, to see her or touch her. Klaus. It was so Klaus didn’t want her. 

“The bruises are gone now.” She mumbled, using the tissue to wipe her eyes and her nose. “It didn’t hurt that much after a bit. I liked some of it, I just didn’t expect…I don’t know.” 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I would’ve been gentler if I’d known.” 

Klaus sighed to himself, ashamed.

“Come on, at least let me look after you know.” He helped her up and brought her to his room, kissing the top of her head and telling her to sit on her bed. 

“You can sleep here tonight, you’ve been drinking. I’ll get you some pajamas, okay?” He pet the top of her head gently.

Klaus couldn’t believe he’d left her room in the night, letting her wake up hurt and alone.

Didn’t even realise she hadn’t been in school until he really had to think about it.

She looked a little stiff when sitting in his bed, in his shirt and the plaid pajama pants he’d gotten at Christmas but never wore. Klaus smiled a little at the sight of her, he knew she wasn’t after the same thing the other girls in his bed had been. She was just upset, hurt and yearning.

Someone should have been looking after her and that night it should have been him so for tonight he’d make up for it.

Klaus got changed in his bathroom, for the first time since he was a kid he put on actual pajama pants, like the ones he gave Y/N, but after consideration decided against wearing a shirt too. 

When he stepped back into the room, she was settled under the covers, sniffling quietly.

The heat from his body mingled with hers as he climbed in behind her. His arms gently pulled her away from the edge of the bed and to his chest. She melted quickly, the firmness of his chest felt protective. Klaus helped her roll to face him, guided her face to his bare chest. 

“Let me look after you, love.” He murmured, his fingers massaging her head slowly.

“How?” She mumbled sleepily and his lips twitched up. 

His head dipped to taste her lips, but this time she pulled away. Klaus nuzzled into her ear gently. 

“I want to make you feel good. Let me show you what I should have last time.” He pleaded with her, his hands stroking her back and his arms. Her head nodded subtly and he pressed his lips to hers again, this time being able to savour the feel of her.

So soft and warm.

Klaus rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him with her legs either side of him. His hi;s gently rolled against hers, his hands held onto her waist and rubbed her back slowly.

“You’re so sweet, love.” He muttered to her, pulling his lips from hers and kissing down along her neck and gently sucking to find the spot that made her squirm. 

“There it is.” He mumbled when her breath got all cough in her throat and her body pushed back against his. Klaus grazed his teeth over the spot, leaving a dark mark in her skin whilst his hips ground up with a little more need. 

The quiet little half sounds she was making weren’t enough for him, he needed her to feel what she deserved.

So he trailed his mouth down, his hands lifting the shirt to reveal the beauty beneath. She was rolled back onto her back, him hovering over her. Both his hands followed the shape of her hips up to her breasts. His thumbs circled her nipples whilst she panted and whined. Her face blushed red and her hands shook as she tried to push his hands down.

“It’s alright love. Just feel it.” He murmured as he gently pinched her, chuckling softly at the way her body arched. “Such a good girl.” He praised, smiling when her pussy rubbed up against him through their clothes in response. 

The heat from his mouth on her stomach made her fingers tangle into his curls, following his movements as his head lowered down. 

He could hear how fast she was breathing, nervous probably.

Still he tugged the pants back down her legs so he could settle between her thighs. He eyed her core as he kissed along her inner thighs gently, gradually getting rougher and sucking red marks. 

A moan of desperation left her when his tongue delved to taste the sweet wetness that had gathered. His mouth nuzzled in, his eyes closing as he teased her clit, his tongue nudging over the hood to encourage her to swell. 

“Klaus..” She whimpered, her thighs already shaky. He hummed softly, the vibrations making her squeal and tug on his hair. “I can’t-” She gasped but Klaus only grinned into her as he circled her puffy little bud.

“You’re such a good girl, should’ve done this last time. Just got too desperate to feel you on me.” he mumbled as he lifted his hand to tease her entrance with his forefinger. A loud moan left her when he curled it inside her and he groaned, his other hand going down to slide beneath his pants and soothe himself. 

“Ah…” She cried as he grunted into her clit, his lips still sucking her in as he stroked himself teasingly. 

Klaus slipped his tongue down to taste as she fell apart, her cum like heaven in his mouth as he squeezed himself. 

His body shifted up, mouth leaving a litter of wet marks up her legs as he knelt between them. “So beautiful.” He mumbled, looking down at how her skin glistened as she panted. “I’m gonna take you slower this time, okay?” He nodded to himself, crawling over her.

“W-wait…” She whispered, her skin still flushed and her features anxious.

He looked down at her, a look of understanding in his gaze as he leant down to kiss her cheek. 

“It’s okay.” He assured quietly, nuzzling into her jaw. After a moment of listening to her breathing and resting his head down against hers, he felt her nod against him.

“I’m ready now.” She uttered and he nodded back before kissing her lips. 

Her body was a little tense as he pushed into her, slowly edging himself in. Klaus needed to keep reminding himself that he needed to take his time for her.

His hips rolled so steadily, giving her time once he rested inside her. 

“Are you comfortable, love?” He asked and she nodded, her hands shaky as she reached up to hold onto his back. Her hands lay flat against his shoulder blades, feeling the strength he possessed as they flexed beneath her touch. “I’m gonna move now” He whispered, his brows furrowing as her nails pressed into his skin. Her body fluttered around as he drew his hips back and then forward again. 

The whimper that left her made him groan, his hands slid to her hips, trying to pull her closer so he could get as deep into her as possible. “You feel so good.” He mumbled, “You felt good last time, I should have told you. Should’ve worshipped you-” 

His words were abruptly cut off as he moaned.

Klaus’s head fell down as her whines filled the room whilst her hips rutted up against his. “I need” She whimpered and he grunted softly.

“I know, sweetheart. Bloody hell you’re desperate.” He groaned faintly and bucked into her. His mouth left a stretch of wetness across her skin, encouraging a pattern of goosebumps whilst her body twitched and tightened with his. 

The faint thump of the music merged with the knock of his bed frame against the wall.

Her sounds stroked something inside him, drove him.

Klaus’s head went back, a pant leaving him as he clung to her. 

His head nuzzled down against the side of her neck when she clamped down around his cock, effectively bringing him over the edge with her and milking him with every last pump of his hips. 

The warmth of her skin stuck to his as she held onto him, he could feel her sweet face damp with tears as he tilted to kiss her forehead. “I’ve got you, love.” He murmured quietly against her hair. “Gonna look after you” He mumbled as he gently pulled out of her and carried her over to his bathroom, flicking his shower on. He kept her in his arms, he could feel her tense as if she thought he might drop her but he knew well enough how strong he was.

Her head rested against the side of his, soft sounds leaving her as his hands cleaned her gently. “Such a good girl.” He mumbled with a small smile. “Relax against me.” 

Y/N obeyed with ease, her body exhausted and her heart craving.

The softness he used on her as he dried her off and changed her back into clothes, laid her out in clean blankets and held her in his lap.

“Gonna be here when you wake up okay?” He whispered, cupping her cheek. “Goodnight my love.”

From that day things were different.

Klaus would throw his arm over her shoulders in the hall, his buddies knew not to go shoving her unless they wanted at least one black eye and Y/N felt a whole lot more confident in being herself. She felt safe knowing Klaus was there and that he chose to be there. That he could be gentle even if he sometimes seemed a little rough around the edges.

[bronx-bomber87]

Well hello there lovely Fandom :) This has to be one of the best of eps of season so far. Tied with last week for sure. The writers came to play this season holy hell. Also a little birdie (my friend ha) told me the person who wrote 2x11 wrote this one. SOOO of course it's incredible. Start to finish. Once again not just the Chenford stuff either. (That was insanely good obviously. Losing my mind over it.)

I just love that they've tapped back into the show as a whole again. I mean we would have some decent B and C storylines along with our ship last couple years. But this season? Phew they are killing the game. Each week tops the last or ties it. I can see why Eric loves this season so much. Why he's called it his fav so far. It's been fantastic. I'm with him. Let us dive into the goldmine that is this episode.

7x08 Wildfire

We start off with another Genny appearance. I love this sfm. Wasn't sure when we'd get to see her again. Definitely was not expecting a couple episodes after 7x06. This season continues to surprise and delight me in the best way. Her reply about the GPS cracks me up. I've been in traffic so bad the GPS gave up on me too LOL Yay Uncle Tim to the rescue. This was such a nice start to the ep for Tim.

This is the season that continues to give and give. More of Tim's house AND an Uncle Tim scene? *swoon* I love that the first thing they ask about is where the good boy is. We all love him and need more of him in all of our lives. Kojo is at daycare hehe Considering how this episode goes down I'm grateful for it.

They try to pull one over on him but it ain't working. Not even a little bit. Lmao I adore how he pops back in to catch them instantly disobeying. The best part is they say 'Yes sir.' when they're caught. The love and respect is evident. It's so lovely. Seeing him in Uncle Tim mode is so cute I can't stand it. Little gem I didn't knew I needed. Well done writers.

I love Lucy bee-lining for Tim to let him know about the looting in his neighborhood. The best part is her immediately jumping in his car to get to his nephews. My heart. Such a short but impactful scene. Does my shipper heart good to see it. Chips down they're always there for each other. That's never changed despite all the messy relationship issues. A constant for them we all love to see.

So many things to love about this next portion. I wasn't able to get it all in. But the way they enter the house together on guard. As you all know I love watching them in the field. It is ship crack for me. I'll never be over the well oiled machine that is them. It is the ONE thing that never suffered no matter how bad it got between them.

It's their center and it held well. I friggin love the pic. Oh my word. It's from the baseball game in 5x11. The little things are the best. I love the small details. Tim is so damn sassy 'Gently.' Can't say I didn't think the same when they were man handling his TV. lol

Then the ship crack really kicks in. Fighting the stealing duo together. gimme gimme. Poetry in motion as always. Love to see it. The funniest part is his nephew's reappearance. Cracks me up they were playing the entire time. LOL Of course Genny shows up to see it all. Little bit of levity amongst a sea of intensity during this ep. Also relief the boys will be safe and headed home with her after this.

Oh my word, them talking about his nephews. Be still my damn heart. I love that she had a relationship with them. Not only that she coached them as well. Her joke about the curveball making Tim's smile even wider. Could he be more in love with her? *sad sigh* This is why the breakup destroyed her. Stuff like this. No doubt she thought they were getting married and we're forever. She had relationships with his sister and her kids. Legit ones to the point they miss and ask about her.

Tim was her one and done. The first time she fell in love and thought it was going to be her future. He was going to be her future. Oh Timothy, you really stepped in it when you let her go. My goodness. I love getting peaks into their life outside the station when they were together. This was a fantastic addition to that. The details in this one making me insanely giddy. Too bad we don't get to hear what he told them but hot damn I enjoyed this little tidbit moment.

The immense fire interrupts their lovely moment. They're trapped and have to radio in as such. Grey is one giant ball of panic even thought he's trying to hide it. Despite being his officers those are his friends in real danger. Not only that he is stuck at a command post hoping against hope they make it out. Eric killing me with his expressions once again.

The deep breath he takes before formulating a plan is everything. Suggests they leave the shop ASAP. Just a tinder box waiting to happen. When he said to use a safety blanket I was percolating with excitement. That meant tight quarters and goodness to come. I could feel it. I was legit vibrating this morning as I watched this go down. Tim not giving Lucy a ton of relief saying he saw it on youtube once lol

I absolutely love the role reversal here. Tim is the rambling one. Going on and on. Lucy has to be the one get him to focus. He’s spewing facts that mean nothing to her in this moment. She just needs to know they’re going to be ok. That this is going to work and they're not going to die in this fire.

First time we see Tim come undone and not have the cooler head between them. Lucy has to be the one to get him to focus and give her a straight yes or no answer. Her anxiety can't take the long winded reply. I love her face and hand she puts up letting him know as such. She needs his reassurance not his facts.

This is the meat and potatoes of this scene right here. The sass coming from this man in this scene lmao I love him sfm. 'What, You got somewhere to be?' Oh my lord. These two. Lucy cuts him to the quick. Trying to stop this near death-love confession of his. Tim continuing the sass train saying he could be saying something hateful. LOL Doubtful my love very very doubtful. You forget she knows you just as well as you do her. Lucy continues to try and water down his confession by cutting him off. Saying she knows what he's going to say.

That he's still in love with her. Tim's reply is primo. ‘The arrogance.' This made me cackle. My god this is not the time to be fighting her on this Timothy. Also she’s not wrong babe.... He gives in and says she's not wrong. Of course he still loves her. *heart clutch* Here's what I love the most about him saying this. It's fact that he couldn’t die or possibly let her leave this earth without letting her know he’s still in love with her. That he loves her. That fact still hasn't changed for him. I’m sure he’s worked it out in therapy and lives with the guilt of it daily. Her wondering if he still loved her. If he truly loved her like she loved him.

I remember thinking about that in post 6x06. And it honestly killed me the thought of it. When he broke it off how she must've felt like he didn't love her anymore. Or fell out of love. Or never even cared at all with how he tossed them away. When it was the farthest thing from the truth. Whether she realizes it or not she needed to hear this from him. To hear him say he still loved her. It’ll mean more post this moment than anything else. I think this healed a small part of her. Whether she wanted to hear it or not. I think she sensed it in 6x09 with their hug. With the way he clung to her and told he he wasn't ok till that hug. But this is verbal confirmation for her. He loves her.

Her anger is still shining through when Tim asks if she still loves him? As it should. He DEEPLY wounded her. Also only they could have a near death-love confession and be fighting through the entire thing LOL I love them sfm fandom. I truly do. It's insane how much I do. ‘You are infuriating.’ Doesn't crack or let it slip she loves him back still. Now her non reply truly is her answer. Tim can see that and it's why he says 'So that's a yes?' He knows her. But she is fighting him every step of the way.

Lucy is not going to be an easy nut to crack. Nor should she be. He straight up scarred her for life with that breakup. The carelessness of it. Fuck, it damaged me for sure. This show and this ship are my happy place. I was going through a rough and painful transition in life when it occurred. So it hit me real hard when it happened. My happy place was suddenly not so happy anymore. I struggled with it a lot. Can only imagine how Lucy felt. She has a rock hard exterior slash wall with him. Even facing death she couldn’t verbalize she’s still in love with him too. It risks too much for her. He shattered her heart into a million pieces.

Tim is slowly picking up the many shards but its going to take time. He is going to have to keep chipping away at her wall. Because the scars he left on her heart run very deep. It’s going to take him continuing to try and keep that convo going in order to get her to a good place. A place where she can unleash her pent up anger toward him. To be able to receive his deepest amends to get them on the road to recovery. Loved his 'I know!' He knows he's infuriating. Doesn't fight her and I love the self awareness of his line. The way he cradles her head at the end as they come together. I CANNOT everyone. The tender protection of this has me reeling.

The banter doesn't skip a beat when they emerge. Tim bragging they would make it. Lucy of course doesn't let him get away with it. Because she is wifey and that won't stand. Heh. Gah the way he helps her up. It's so tender and sweet. Once again the little things I adore so very much. Also lets note the look he gives when he radios in 'Code Four.' The man is a glass house of transparency for his feelings. No way she doesn't know he is gone for her even minus the confession.

THIS HUG. OMFG. Tim doesn't hesitate to pull her in. It's the way he holds her holy cow. The moment they have a second to breathe she's in his arms. He needs to grab her and make sure she's really next to him. To ground himself. They legit just survived a near death experience together. The way she falls into him. *happy sigh* Wraps one arm around his back and has her other hand placed intimately on his stomach. I may faint. The wide shot from behind is beautifully done. Showing them what they just made it through together.

It's the way he shuts his eyes and sways with her on the return shot that gets me. Lucy reaching up to touch his stomach once again. Grounding herself through touching him as well. Her eyes filling with tears as she views the destruction they got through. It's such a beautiful moment. I love their hugs SO much. They always convey so much love and emotion in them. Was hoping for a new one this year. Wish granted. The giving season continues to give. This will be my new header for sure. When I find the right gif.

I feel like moments like this I can consider as 'Little doses' He’s trying so hard everyone. He really is. Since s7 started the man has done everything he can while respecting her bounds. Wants to continually show up for her in whatever capacity she'll accept him in. To rebuild her trust in him. Now she’s not there yet and rightfully so. But he’s chipping away slowly with moments like this. This is an amazing moment step forward for them.

Lucy reaches out first in the hospital. Talking about priorities and them being crystallized. Tim looking at her with massive heart eyes when he says his were clear. She is his #1 priority. That has never changed. Even during the breakup she was. Because he was doing it in his mind at the time to protect her. So his priorities have been clear for awhile. But even more so post-therapy. That clarity was sharpened into focus ten fold for him. She is it. It just has taken on a new life and context for him post-therapy.

Lucy does not see what he is throwing down unfortunately. That or she's avoiding reading into what he's saying. I can't decide. That's the beauty of doing my in-depth ones in the summer. Because I'll have the whole season in hand to make a better analysis of that. What I can tell you was Tim wanted to have the convo again. Now his panic is at 100 when she says she needs to move forward. It's pouring out of his eyes the panic of what that means. Striking some terror into his soul. Him worrying she means personally.

Luckily Lucy’s talking about her career instead. Now he is a little dejected still but not nearly as panicked. Agreeing once again just like in 7x06 and letting go of the convo he wants to have....Oh my boy. You’re gonna have to make it happen honey. She is too gun-shy after what you did. You’re gonna have to really really make this happen. Oooh man they’re really gonna make us work for this reconciliation and I’m here for it. Holy hell this season is good. The writers brought it this year I have to say.

Now I know some want a reconciliation already. I get it. Really I do. I miss them being together too. My heart aches and longs for it. BUT they need to really flesh this out. I don't see it as being dragged out so much as worked out. If they don't and they got back together right now people would complain. Saying Tim didn't do the work or work out his shit or take accountability. (Which is he BTW thank you writers for last week) Or that Lucy's feelings are being ignored and she's easily letting him back in. This delay is showing neither of those things are true. Lucy is protecting her feelings and heart still. Tim is really going to have to continually show up for her. They say an apology is useless unless there is changed behavior. He's gotta keep showing her he's changed.

His actions will speak louder than anything. This is going to take time. I keep saying that because it's true. Tim is going to need to continue to put in the work. That way she can get to a place where her feelings are expressed and acknowledged. Where she can truly let him have it and they can move forward. Have that adult convo she was so wrongfully denied in 6x07. When the man was nowhere near ready. He is now. Thing is she isn't ready yet. That's ok. I like them slowing it down to explore them getting fixed in other ways before that convo. Also that it isn't going to be on easy on Tim. You know I love my boy but he's going to have to EARN her back ten times over. It needs to be hard. Now her going for Sergeant? I’m down with.

To quote the legend Alexis Rose. 'Love that journey for you.' This will give her career clarity. I want that so badly for her. Especially if it gets her out of his chain of command. Fixes that issue instantly. Also the smiles happening based on that were so sweet. Tim, literally laying it down, they could be together if she wanted, should she make Sergeant. She smiles with her reply. *screams into pillow* The throw back to 2x02 made me dizzy with happiness. How beautifully full circle would it be for him to help her make Sergeant? To help her study? (loving this idea btw.). The flirty vibes in this scene made me squee. Their base banter is still alive and well. Lucy is flirting right back everyone. This is an excellent sign. Saying they could get a 'Head start early.' Flirty af back at him.

Dumbass Seth comes in and incriminates himself like the idiot he is… Idk what he was thinking saying this in front of not only Lucy but Tim? You little fool. He warned you not to put her in jeopardy. Said you'd regret if you did. My god I fanned myself at his reply to Seth. The feral like stare along with his reply? Hot damn. Get me some ice water. Tim is coming for you dude. Locked and loaded. He told you he would kill you if you put her in harms way. You’re a dead man Ridley. Officially marked my son.

His panic at being caught in his lie is so painfully evident. Trying to cover it up with 'checking in.' on Lucy. Put the Fear of God into them my ass. You couldn't scare a butterfly bro. The knowing shared looks are everything. You just started your countdown clock out of the FTO Seth. They're gonna work together prove what you did. Scorched Earth is coming your way whether you like it or not.

Phew. Holy moly what a good episode. It was incredibly good. End to end fantastic. That seems to be the theme this year. I'm about it. Bummed we have one mini break but after this ep we might need the slight decompression lol

Thank you as always to the amazing people who like, comment (these makes me so happy,) and reblog these. It means more than you can ever know. You are the real MVP's. I'll see you all in a couple weeks for 7x09. It'll be the halfway point which is unreal. Stay excellent my lovely readers.

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Side notes-non Chenford

Love me some Wopez early in this ep very cute. They are controlled chaos haha Poor Wes stuck with all the kids lol

'Wealthy glamorous widow.' Angela Lopez you are a Queen and I adore you.

Angela's serious talk with Nyla was really good. She didn't listen sadly (at first) but loved her for doing that knowing wouldn't be well received. Nyla is having hard ole time this season. She is starting to crack and it shows.

Good job Nolan with the kid. I like them tapping back into what made him likeable in the first couple of seasons. Also him calling Bailey while she was fighting fires was hilarious. Like I'm a little busy bub lol

Of course Seth hid the note…I mean it got us our moment but still. That is going to come back and end him. Tim and Lucy were affected by this. Grey was SHAKEN by his mishap, Won't just be them coming after him with a vengeance when he is found out.

I love that Nyla listens to Angela at the end and taking care of herself. Too bad it doesn't last long.

Jesus what a way to end the ep poor James......That girl got annihilated no way she makes it.

Glad they posted the viewer discretion advised. My heart goes out to Cali and all they've lost.

[the-traveling-poet]

“Odd, but fine”

Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader ~ SFW

A/N; I’m not sure what to classify this as—hurt comfort or just some random fluff. But it’s here and it’s 1.1k words :3

Kinda inspired by my mindset lately?? (Life’s a bitch and tearing me down rn lmao)

Anyways, we hit 800 followers this week! I’ve been in denial for a few days but genuinely y’all mean the absolute world to me, thanks for getting me here and in turn inspiring me to keep doing what I love—you’re the reason I’ve kept at it (slowly but surely).

Thanks for sticking around, even if I’m not the most active online anymore. You’ve made a hard week for me become bearable <3

It wasn’t often you had visitors to your office—you hardly used the space much, after all.

Anyone who could ever need you, for one thing or another, would have a much easier time spotting you elsewhere. They’d learned by now you preferred a more open atmosphere to inhabit while you worked—one of these places being the window you’d perch on within the library, tucked away with a good book or perhaps a small stack of papers you were meant to sign.

Another was the large elm tree on the outskirts of the training grounds, where you’d sit with your books and papers under the cool shade of the leaves, away from the burning sun—if the weather cooperated.

As such, you’d always use your office sparingly, albeit however you wanted; and today was no different. For the first time in awhile, you’d decide to coop yourself up within the space, avoiding interaction with others to get your work done.

And yet…no work had gotten done.

There you were, minding your own business in the quiet of the room, sprawled out on the freshly swept floor and your eyes staring blankly up to the ceiling in somewhat of a haze.

Everyone needed a moment to decompress—though, you weren’t certain that’s what you were doing. You felt heavy, physically. Perhaps a little foggy in your mind as well.

Lying out on the floor could constitute as a comfort, no? At least, you’d always thought so.

It was grounding in the most literate of senses, like a balm to a wound.

Today, that wound was your mind; too many racing thoughts, too many responsibilities.

Sometimes, one just needed to lay down—you figured anyone could agree to that much.

So that’s exactly what you’d done. The work could wait another hour while you attempted to unwind, right?

Your wandering mind was pulled back to the present by a simple knock to your door.

Odd; no one usually looked for you here, for how scarcely you used the space. Perhaps whoever was here urgently needed your assistance, maybe even just your presence.

You started to lift your head and form a reply, when the door clicked and pushed open swiftly. Whoever was there hadn’t waited for permission to enter after the rapp of their knuckles against your door, and one of two possible culprits came to mind almost immediately. Neither of those Captains would wait for a response before barging in.

Curious eyes met yours when you turned towards the sound, the confusion in their eyes turning to a look of brief concern.

“Levi,” you mumbled in greeting, your tone nearly sounding as confused as he previously looked. Of course, it was Levi. You should have known by the knock.

He quickly smoothed out his expression when you spoke, his lips set in a purse and brow furrowed into his usual somber expression. It seemed he’d gotten over his initial surprise to find you in such a position.

“What are you doing?” was the only thing he uttered into the quiet space, pointedly glancing over your sprawled out form for emphasis.

“Sometimes you just need to lay down, yeah? The floor can be a nice place to do that.” you answered a little hesitantly, your words coming out slower than usual as you gauged his expression.

“…That’s filthy,” Levi grumbled back, his eyes narrowing just a bit.

“You’ll get shit in your hair, dust on your ass.”

“It’s clean, I promise. I swept.”

“And did you mop?” Levi raised an accusatory brow, to which you averted your gaze.

“I hardly use this space; I imagine sweeping up the dust is good enough.” you shrugged, turning your gaze back up towards the ceiling to avoid his eyes glaring daggers into the side of your face.

Sighing softly to himself, Levi eventually softened his look, and closed the door behind him before striding further into the room, his eyes never quite straying from your form.

“For a moment I thought you were having a fit of some kind. Injured somehow, maybe…but I have reason to believe you’re fine—a little odd, but fine.”

You started to form a reply, something equally as sarcastic as he’d sounded, but the words never left your lips—they didn’t get the chance to. Not when the rustle of fabric and the shifting of his position out of your peripheral vision caught your attention.

With a quiet grunt Levi crouches down to lay on the floor, right beside you; his shoulder nearly touching yours from the close proximity.

You were surprised beyond words, your breath catching in your throat. Hadn't he just implied this was filthy? Just what provoked him to join you?

“Why?” you managed to utter softly, now laying with your head turned to view his side profile.

He spared you a glance from the corner of his eye.

“Why not? The floor’s not a great companion; emotionless and cold. Figured you could use some company that can actually listen. You’re feeling things—emotions or some shit, aren’t you?” Levi responded smoothly.

He returned his gaze to the ceiling almost nonchalantly, as though this activity wasn’t something out of the ordinary for himself.

You knew that couldn’t have been true.

Not for him.

“And you can provide these ‘lacking qualities’ that the floor cannot?” you mused, nearly biting back a smile as you, too, averted your gaze up to the dark ceiling.

“…I can at least respond to you, brat.” Levi clicked his tongue, though the annoyance he meant to show never really made it to the surface. His words were spoken almost akin to a sigh; somewhat relaxed, somewhat amused.

“If you’re going through some mental shit…I have time to listen. I won’t give you great advice but, well, who’s advice is truly right? No one has the true definition of a right answer when it comes to the mind. But one can do what they can—their best.”

“So eloquently spoken, Levi. I didn’t know you were so…insightful?” You hummed then, turning your head to admire the side of his; but he was already facing you, silver eyes widened in a more relaxed manner than before. He seemed to be studying you.

“Cut the shit, brat. I’m just trying to help,” he grumbled, but once again any annoyance he might have hoped to convey was lost on the look he held—like he genuinely cared about how you’d react to whatever he happened to say.

“Maybe you could let me help, just once? It’s not my strong suit…but I’ll try.”

It was heartfelt, the way he stared back at you.

Had those flecks of blue always belonged to his irises amidst the grey hues? Has his lips always ticked upwards at the one corner when he spoke to you?

Had he always looked and sounded so…caring?

“You help just by being here. Thanks, Levi; I didn’t know I needed the company today,” you finally whispered in response, smiling faintly in the dimly lit room.

Surprisingly, his lips mirrored yours in a soft upturn. You couldn’t remember a time you’d ever seen this before.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you need, you spoiled brat.”

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ao3 request : HI I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC ... if its not too much trouble, do you think you could write this fic in a male pov? … i just want more immersion im not mad lmao just desperate and pathetic for hermes

length : 1.4k

a/n : I hope this a good compromise for being unable to make a male pov version of the series, my darling. it’s only a little something, i’m sorry i couldn’t do more for you but, again i did my best to make it feel special to you as a fellow hermes lover. hopefully it also explains (not excuse!) hermes’ harassing behaviour towards the reader.

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“What have you done, Hermes?” Athena begins, already distressed as she appears out of nowhere beside him.

“Nothing at all, darling~” he coos nonchalantly, peering over the new cloud he’s stationed over your island for further observations. He’s made a habit of planting himself there in his free time just so he has the best view of all the hilarious antics you pull on the crew. He hasn’t been able to laugh this much in ages — no wonder he’s grown such an attachment to you.

“Don’t play dumb!” His half-sister snaps and huffs in frustration, working herself up as she drills a hole into his temple with a glare. “There was no need for such a show!”

“Oh! But we had the perfect audience~” Hermes reasoned with a sly smirk and guiltless eyes, hands tucked behind his head, and his ankles crossing over as he floated about on his back as if on a suspended bed of air. “Why not provide them with some entertainment? It’s only fair since they’ve supplied me with so much in so little time~” he chuckles to himself at the amusing events he’s witnessed.

Athena takes a moment to observe his unconcerned attitude; it’s as if she’s trying to look into his soul. She’s looking at him like many of her elaborate weaving projects, closely examining each thread to ensure that not a single one was a centimetre out of place. It was quite unnerving, but Hermes only had to keep his eyes shut and hum to himself leisurely for sufficient distractions.

“What is this about Hermes? There’s something more here, isn’t there?”

Hermes knows another lecture is coming and avoids the conversation for as long as possible. The best way, he gathers, is to not address it at all. He peeks at her with a lazily, half-opened eye, “Wha’s that?”

There’s a strict but worried expression on Athena’s face. Ever since she had taken his great-grandson in as her champion, they have grown a closer relationship, sometimes confiding in each other over small frustrations. At an especially vulnerable time, Hermes had gone to her, pouring as much of his heart out as he had drunk Dionysus’ wine. It was a rare sight to see her spritely half-brother, but Athena helped him through it. She didn’t quite understand why, however, as she wasn’t usually the solicitous type — she later found out that he needed her logic to balance his emotional state. That was the only wise thought he had at the time, and she was happy it was one he followed through on. Back then, she was more logical than empathetic, so she couldn’t offer much compassion, but she had grown since, even as a Goddess. And she can already foresee what will happen without a prophet's clairvoyance. She needs to approach the topic with equal parts delicacy and rigour.

“Don’t do this to yourself again, Hermes.” Athena meets her half-brother’s uncharacteristically aggrieved glare. She doesn’t back down even in the tense pause that follows where he refuses to answer her. The silence stretches on for so long between them that she’s afraid he has turned to stone because of his abnormal stillness.

“…It’s not happening again!” The messenger god finally snaps, turning away from his half-sibling to stare at nothing — nothing is better than seeing the pity in her eyes.

“Despite her divine-like powers, she is still a mortal, Hermes!” Athena reasoned, circling her brother to be able to see his face and look into his eyes, wanting to convey the gravity of the situation, but is unsuccessful. Hermes was insistent on not meeting her eyes, turning away at her every step. Eventually, she stops, succumbing to his wishes and stands back but her presence has grown so imposing. It feels just as perturbing that she doesn’t leave him be — why couldn’t she just leave him be?!

“If you don’t stop, it will end just the same.” She warns even though she knows he doesn’t want to hear another word, judging by the tension in his shoulders. “You have to let her go before history repeats itself — you’re only hurting yourself and her. The same way you hurt yourself and—!”

“Don’t Say His Name!” Hermes finally meets her eyes, his demanding shout stilling the air around them. His eyes glowed brighter with a profound fury beneath the shadow of his helmet. The wings attached to his helmet, once flexed in their alertness, gradually move to cover his eyes — a weak attempt at shielding him from the world.

Even with his eyes hidden away, Athena could tell that they welled with tears. But there is no satisfaction when she sees the salty drops drip past the mask of his feathers and down his cheek and jaw.

To think that a mortal man could have such an adverse effect on her usually jocular brother. Despite the years that have already passed and Hermes’ supposed return to normality, he has yet to recover from such a sad loss. The love he had described to her as the truest kind he’d ever found had slipped right through his fingers. It was to be expected of mortal souls, they are far more fragile than the gods and meet their ends far quicker. In his desperation, Hermes pleaded with their uncle to allow him the privilege of continuing to see his love again in the underworld. The messenger god had such hope that it could be made possible for him, but alas, he was not granted such a benefit, even as the lord of the underworld’s nephew. The night Hermes had sought comfort in her, he had been on his way back from Hades after retrieving a barrel of wine from Dionysus, who took pity on him.

Hermes reminisced his and his love’s happiest memories, from the times that left them breathless and feeling nothing but alive to the quiet moments spent in impossible closeness. He described their connection as a fated one, a union that made him want to slow down the years and not live at such high speeds, a surprising confession from the god known for his swiftness. Because of him, Hermes had begun to crave a simple, quiet existence — all he needed was him to reach fulfilment and completeness. Hermes remembered and gushed over his love’s beautiful eyes, his loving voice, his addictive lips, his shining spirit and his strong build. He vowed to never forget him or the precious love they’d shared.

As time passed and his lover grew older and frailer, Hermes became anxious to immortalise him and keep him by his side forever. He sought his father, who, in a rare instance, instructed against it, citing the failed immortalisation of other mortals such as Achilles and Endymion. Zeus had saved him from the heartache of foolishly and selfishly causing his love’s demise. But, in turn, had made him the bearer of a different heartache.

But…was one truly more painful than the other? Hermes regrets every day that he didn’t, at least, try for his love…

“Don’t you ever say his name… His name is a precious one. Even I do not speak it.” Hermes gathers himself away from his sister’s prying view and his helmet wings slowly fold back to reveal his eyes once again.

“You do not speak it because of the pain it gives you!”

“His name will only ever bring me joy! Don’t speak as if you know about my heart! You. Don’t. Athena. No one does. Only he ever did!”

“But I know you will only make a fool of yourself once again — she is a mortal! A mortal! It will all end the same!” Their screams leave them breathing heavily and exhausted. But, gradually, the tension fades and so do the high emotions. Hermes’ scowling expression slowly melts into a dispirited one as Athena’s stern stare warms with sympathy.

“Let her go, Hermes.”

Shaking his head, the messenger god turns away with slumped shoulders, his helmet’s wings giving a subtle tremble as if to shake off the sadness.

‘HERMES!’ the patron god smiles to himself, his mood lifting upon hearing your cry in between his ears.

“Oh! It appears as though I’m being summoned~” Without another word, he zips away, his conflicted expression finally revealing itself when finally away from Athena’s prying gaze. But as he drew closer to you, it melted into a smug (almost sad) grin.

Athena’s right…

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[daylighted]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ one more minute, it all burns down / they're all telling us to get out / ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou and i / we keep living in a burning house . . .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSIREN SOUNDS.

summary it's been dying for a while, hasn't it? but it's comfortable, it's familiar; the flames licking at your skin and sinking its teeth into your heart is as much of a home, now, as dean's love used to beㅤㅤㅤwarnings sadㅤㅤㅤnow playing siren sounds, tate mcrae

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdean winchester x gf!reader.

sorry didn't cut it anymore. it didn't solve the gnawing ache in the center of your chest, festering more and more with every unresolved fight and every ignored red flag.

he was different now, dean. so long ago, he loved you shamelessly. he poured all of the love inside of him into you because he wasn't capable then, either, of sparing any expense for himself.

dean held your hand. he kissed each of your knuckles twice, in case the first that he did forgot the tenderness. he gave you his jacket when you were cold. he hugged you from behind, chin in your shoulder, eyes closed so he could properly breathe you in.

now, it was lucky for either of you to go a day without fighting. always something stupid, always something that felt earth shattering in the moment but could have been resolved if the love was put away, and not left out to rot.

you've been together long enough to know the patterns. he says things he doesn't mean, his anger like fire in his eyes, burning and dismantling and lighting every single match inside of you that you'd been trying to swallow down. you throw his flaws in his face, those same little details once being building blocks to the love you felt for him. but it was all broken, now; pieces strewn about and crackling with the flames of your decimating relationship.

"fix this!" you'd yell it, scream it until your throat was raw. it was easier to blame him with all of the guilt he already carried like lead weights on his shoulders. it was easier to ignore the fact that he didn't seem to want to fix this when you hid it beneath your desperation to not lose him. not dean.

there are easier ways to fix something broken. fixing is repairing, not tearing it apart to make something anew. the shards were everywhere at your disposal, and yet you kicked them back and forth between each other. you blame him; he blames you to downplay all of the guilt he feels for it.

either way, the fight ends with you both entangled in his sheets, nothing resolved but at least the fire went somewhere. the next day would be the same. a dying fire was so easy to bring to life again when you had so many matches in your throat, so many weapons to wield and no armor to protect your chipping resolve.

dean winchester did not talk feelings. he deflected them, buried them, swallowed them. he did anything he could to avoid the fact that all he knew was crumbling, and he was partial for the blame.

you were too alike, you and him. sam used to watch you two with a cautious gleam in his eye, like he knew that the passion would eventually crumble into bitter tension. how many times in the beginning did you both threaten to leave? how many times did you come back, and suddenly the words i'm done and i'm leaving lack any meaning?

it wasn't always like this — it wasn't. the fight was inevitable but you both lingered in the ashy remains of your crumbling home for a reason.

dean watched you in the mornings when he woke up before you, if he even slept. he'd trace his fingers along your cheekbone and marvel at the sweetness of your expression, how unmarred by the damage he couldn't help but cause. he'd kiss your cheek every time you came into a room or he was leaving. he knew your favorite foods by heart, knew which wine to buy when he went on a run. he still smiles when you laugh, even if he makes sure his back is turned away and you can't see it.

it's comfortable, lashing out. dean keeps thinking that if he does it enough, it'll all fall apart on its own, and he won't have to keep carrying the fact that he had too much wrong with him now to deserve you how you were.

people change. they evolve. they crumble. they rise again. the newest version of dean was not someone that he wanted you to be stuck with. he did not understand or consider the fact that your love was a conscious action of commitment, and something that you didn't feel stuck in.

dean would never understand that you'd pick him, over and over again. but he wasn't capable of letting you go. he'd let himself get weak around you, and now that the hurt of the world had creeped in when his walls were down, he managed to somehow seal you out when he rebuilt them, and he didn't trust himself enough to open the door and let you in.

so your relationship burned. a flame that never died, an ache that never dulled, something precious left to rot. the fire would just have to take the both of you out; neither of you were leaving, out of fear the other would stick around to try and put it out — even if the both of you, at this point, already had one foot out the door anyways.

notes. "dahLiA WHy dID u wrITe THIs" IDK!!!! bc i'm sad !!!! ceo of tate mcrae bc this song dropped like two hours ago tops & here i am on my bullshit. anyways sorry 4 this also new format !? word up

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