#oh yeah sure i always finish talking in the middle of a sentence and also i always finish talking 500 times within one anecdote

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[haveihitanerve]

Yet another one- You guys know the drill :) :

Sams appreciative smile of Tom’s introduction of the idea of what they're doing, amazing supportive friendship

“One man, six strangers” This audience member is fun!!! “I've seen that video1” Tom help-

“Theres only thhhreee people up here” yes good math Tom, very nice

“Bilbo Baggins finds a diamond.” “Strong rip-off vibes there” tom i cant

“The confused racist panda” the confused raci- wh-whatttt

“You lost us right in the middle there.” thank you for showing it with your hands Tom, i really needed that actually

“You get three very white guys on stage and go “lets talk racism” it doesn't end well.” With you three i think it might, but fair point- also i thought he was just grabbing a drink- wheres luke??? 😭

“Is that from Twin Towers guy?” ok i didn't see the first half of the show- but thats an insane way to be categorized/known, also AJ fucking losing it is always a gem, love that

Even sam had to hang his head for that one lmao what did you do twin towers guy???

“The excited chinchilla?” Glances around at Sam and AJ. “What do you guys like so far?” Genuinely my heart omg-

“I like the excited chinchilla- what does that, what does that look like exactl-” AJ you better be asking about what the scene could possibly look like and not what the animal-

“What does a chinchilla look like?” AJ please 😭

Also just to mention- when he started speaking Tom pointed to him and idk but it made something inside me smile so… mentioning it…. moving on

“Its like a cute little-” forms a ball with his hands. I gotta say Tom, thats pretty accurate. “Gerbil-y sort of thing.” Sam finishing his sentence i cant 😭

Also if Tom keeps pointing to them like that i might actually lose it-

“What he said.” I love them so much and i don't even know why this sentence specifically made me scream that but um… yeah

Sam and AJ just standing up, trying to figure out wtf they're gonna do…hoping inspiration will come from being elevated or smth ig

“You know some people get a dog i guess.” AJ i fucking love you-

His shrug also- cutest thing i've ever seen in my life

Ok idc where this relationship goes- but Sam and AJ being in love is rarely a thing and i didn't know how much i needed it until now but its adorable- Sam has the sweetest smile and AJ genuinely looks afraid of this nonexistent chinchilla but calmer the closer Sam gets and ahhhhh

Also sam talking about children😭i know they’re fake but planning a future together- my heart-😭

- i genuinely did not see Tom coming- XD losing my lung rn laughing what- and he does the raspy worker dude voice so well- help

“Thanks dad.” AJ marry me rn. 

HE EVEN CAUGHT SAM OFF GUARD!!!!!

“...chinchilla.” The way he said that- wh-sir why??? 

Sam and AJ are both also caught off guard- oh this is gonna be a fun one i can tell- literally both breaking together at Tom’s strange growl 

“Was this your idea?” Perfect gruff disapproving dad Tom, 10/10

“One moment sweetheart.” yes yes!!! Protect your daughter, take aside the boyfriend/husband???-it hasn't been established yet- and then… idk what actually but yes i love how gentle he was to AJ lol

“Listen i like you, yeah?” The audience understands lmaooo!! Sam thats never a good sign, run

Tom breaking- his little peek at AJ and then having to cover his mouth to hide his smile Ahhhhhhh so cute!!!

OH!!! He looked over because AJ was laughing at him- got it!!!

*AJ playing with the chinchilla* thank you captions- but im pretty sure that was just him almost dropping it-

“I think you've made a mistake here-” AJ wheezing

“Don't look at her-” “i love her!” THATS LOW SAM!!! THATS LOW!!! HE WASN'T TALKING ABOUT HIS DAUGHTER- HE WAS TALKING ABOUT THE CHINCHILLA!!!! WOWWWWWW

Ok im better now (fuckin hilarious also sam, stellar)

“Shh-shhhut up.” we always love the drawn out shhhhut up

“I don't mean my daughter,” thank you for clarifying tom

AJ is running out of things to do lmaooo- holding it up to the light, turning in a circle, ah zabenya-ing it

“Just keep your door locked at night yeah?” TOM WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN??? HELLO????? I was not informed this was a horror story-

Sam is equally as confused as to where hes taking this- oh hes miming now

“At the bottom of your door you've got a- one of the draft excluders” tom what does that mean 😭

“I hope im overthinking this” you are, you so are, but i cant wait to see where this goes- oh my gods

“Keep your eyes open. Especially when you’re sleeping..” okkkk thats creepy and totally normal and what a father in law totally says-

AJ is tired of being a side character- lovely “boy chat??” idk what his hand movements are but im loving it

Sam side eyeing Tom is amazing

“You remember-” that lunge forward is worse than anything a chinchilla can do tom what- 

Also Sam and AJ breaking, they did not see that coming’

“They can feel you breathing… they can always feel you breathing.” Ok thats ominous but also why do i feel like thats a random fact that Tom learned about chinchillas that hes adding into the story??? Idk seems like a thing they can do, and a thing hed know, and a thing hed do

Sam perplexed beyond reason how they're gonna make this a functioning scene

“Maybe in the war.” *shrugs casually* AJ!!! SIR what do you mmmmmeannnnnnnn  in the war????? What

Sam also almost breaking and AJ casually laughing because whatttt did he just say how are they furthering this plot

also off topic- the little tongue in the cheek movement is great, lovely, top notch, idk love it

AJ biting his lip and needing to look away so that he doesn't completely break is my everything

“You're an accountant, I’m a lawyer.” thank you for giving us backstory Sam, greatly needed

“Falling in love with you was the best thing I ever did.” ……. SIR. How am I ever gonna find someone if you’re pulling these lines on your fucking friend while doing an improv show- 😭 the standards are too high already-

The kiss 😭

Sam’s squint at Tom like “what the fuck are you- what are we doing here? Do i move in- was that stagecraft?- what??” 

His shrug of “oh well fuck it I guess.” and moving a chair into scene while still shrugging at Tom bc he has no idea what to do

Sam repeating back all of Tom’s words in a slightly different font because he wants Tom to have control of the scene- and he has no ideas- 

AJ looking between them and doing three pretty blinks as he pieces together the story

“Gavin…” *nervous chuckle* “obviously theres a difference.” please tell him Tom, we’re all dying to know, him especially

“Ckkk” what does that mean Tom 😭i thought it meant castration at first but now???

AJ stepping forward- wanting to join the scene but he’s still not entirely sure wtf is going on and three confused scene partners is a recipe for disaster- and oop Tom has an analogy maybe wait-

“Let me finish the sentence.” the pose Sam does- help-

AJ’s slow smile as Tom continues the bad analogy

“Of course.” Sam you’ve never “ckk”ed anything what do you mean of course

“What you've done-” AJ’s little lean back and victorian hand over mouth chuckle is my favorite thing in the world he does it so much and it kills me every time its so cute

Sam loosing it- and Tom breaking on stage!!! Thats something you don't see often!!

“Venomous” VENOMOUS???? THATS THE METAPHOR??? IT ISN'T ONE????

Oh nevermind its still a metaphor

The brainstem????? Thats what “ckkk” is?????

Im so confused help 😭

Tom’s spin in the chair is hilarious- peak comedy truly

“Can you imagine an unsnipped chinchilla???” I can now??? ALso both Sam and Tom breaking again, beautiful

“Have you ever seen a Rhino with a gun?” wtf??? “No??!?!” “thats the only thing i can compare this to Gavin!” I love how he keeps casually dropping in Gavin while Gavin has yet to name him

“How'd you just come in through the back of the store?” i see stagecraft is at play

AJ also knew it was coming but laughed anyway-peak

“Thats the least of your worries right now.” yes Aj, flip it on him!!! King

“Just on-just one!” Tom sounds genuinely afraid this is golden

Oh ma gods- the way AJ’s scream cuts off perfectly and he and Tom just relax the second Sam cuts off the scene is perfect

“Captain.” wait a damn minute- Captain??? Captain of the Police Force??? Not KING???? anyway-

“Five thousand people died.” damn. damn

also Tom laughing in the background, legs crossed and fingers steepled against his chin in proper Tom pose- i adore

“Theresa may.” Audience member i love you

And the way the roll with it too- gads i love them

Sam finally breaking when AJ actually “calls” Theresa May

Tom resigning himself to play Theresa

None of them knew where they were going except Tom but they all wanted to create a scene- loving the chaos- lukeeeee 

That door creaking sound was a masterpiece and idk about you but Sam is a positively fucking terrifying chinchilla omg-

“Gary…” that audience member is losing her mind at his name being gary and i adore that for her

“Do you remember me from ZE WARRRRR!!!” the chinchilla asked calmly

“NO ONE CAN STOP ZE NAZI CHINCHILLAS!!!” Ok sam, praise, i love you, but why does it always come back to Germans??? There are more than just the one-two wars 😭like he could've created a fake one??? Nevermind its not important its the funniest one and maybe he’s just holding space for luke

AJ laughing as he dies via chinchilla is crazy

Killing him again is low but necessary lol

AJ losing it even more is a joy XD

I gotta say, very impressed with Sam’s pronunciation and then gibberish of german

AJ trying to clear the stage but Tom just stays fucking spread on the floor lmaooo

“Hold please.” AJ what???? Hes enjoying himself and being chaotic as always but what??? 😭XD

“I can hear you doing motions but this is a phone call so…” yes AJ!!!! Call him out!!!! XD glorious!!!

“With my man.” AJ i think ur in the clear to give him a name- i don't think its been done- but playing it safe, i see- even though its never stopped you before, giving someone two names but like wtv thats not my business-

Sam just messing with Tom’s arm/hands (making him slap himself) even though AJ specifically pointed out it was unnecessary but we love an annoying king- and dragging him around by his hair lol

Paella??? Is this a call back??? Its only the short story, but im assuming AJ’s being a lil bitch and making Tom say paella again- also Sam’s “squid” motion for Tom was brilliant XD

Sam dropping his head on Tom’s shoulder to laugh- my heart

“Im glad to hear I sound normal to you.” 

“Hang up ze fucking phone!!!” 

“Everything okay?” the switch from chinchilla to Sam gave me whiplash hang on-

“Did he?” “yeah yeah yeah.” “...did he?” Genuinely curious- did he? “Well he said the word.” Aj i love you

“Where its gone.” Im sorry but they said it in sync and together in harmony and like obvi but it just gives me joy anyway-

“Fuck we should probably look for it shouldn't we?” yeah just maybe AJ. 

“Ill go down to the basement..” they both knows what gonna happen. “And see if its there.” both break. “What could go wrong?” thanks for saying the classic foreboding everything-will-now-go-wrong phrase sam

AJ’s shrug is such a mood i love him

“Ill see you upstairs.” “maybe.” if AJ doesn't die now I want a refund-

Tom: ominous basement noises

“Thats the music to the scene-” yes AJ, its like in movies- you don't address it!

“I already turned zis light on.” sorry sam but i thought the “chch” was the sound of a gun cocking-

“Hello cecily.” well thats terrifying-

“Franz Haberburg.” we get a Tom smile!!!! And AJ breaks as well, so cute

“The door is pretty closed and soundproof.” Sam what??? Poor Aj is gonna die XD- also AJ’s little laugh is my life

“HUSBAND! HU-HUSBAND!!!” “you don't seem to know his name.” XD Give the poor man a break Sam, hes been bullied for not remembering names enough times-

“I call him husband thats what we do its a cute thing.” AJ- still don't think he’s been named yet so you're free but like i respect it

“Who are you- well i know who you are- but what are you doing in my basement!” Now hes asking the real questions

“Until 1939.” the way Tom covers his mouth with his fingertips every time he laughs off stage gives me life- only the fingertips too- not the whole hand its- anyway

“What do you- what do you mean?” Aj breaking and Tom still laughing- asking the real questions now

“But it just wasn't racist enough-” Tom, previously: three white guys on stage, lets talk about racism, yeah, good idea

Why are they making the chinchilla- you know what i don't want to know the thought process- also Tom’s delight as hes watching is everything so its fine

“Your father is dead.” The audience who already knew this: *dramatic gasps* YES!!!! Finally a good audience who does all the proper dramatic gasps!!!

Dead tom enters the scene again!

“Have you ever zeen ze film terminator?” AJ’s back caving with a laugh, Tom twitching with laughter and Sam breaking mid sentence- i love these stupid goobers

Also the way AJ is gently cupping Tom’s neck-

“But no every single *grows quieter* chinchilla is a *laughs* nazi” AJ breaking- i love this skit omg XD-

“I-it-s im just stalling” good work AJ- very smooth, the audience has no idea. 

Aj actually stumbling when Sam ducked- and the sound his arm made is crazy(also the way he checked to make sure he wouldn't actually hit Sam- my heart)

“Sooounnnd.” that was angelic Sam wow

AJ’s slow NPC turn-

“Maybe move on from this bit-” AJ and Sam both breaking- probably wise, honestly

*uncomfortable AJ*

“HUSBAND! HUSBAND!!! THE CHINCHILLAS A FUCKING NAZI!” Sam’s completely break- he did not expect that right out of the gate- (nor did he probably expect AJ to live through the scene but whatever-)

Also tom casually in the corner now because he cant really move theyre in the way so just watching and grinning-

“HE *YOU* VERY VERY NEARLY GAVE ME THE HITLER SPEECH! WE WERE THIS🤏CLOSE!” Sam loosing it- oh and Tom escapes to the back

“AND I ABANDONED THE SCENE!” Aj is just publicly shaming Sam now-

“I GOT OUTTA THERE! BECAUSE I HAD TO!” explaining how tf he made it out of the basement-

“I HAD TO!” wayyyy too close to Sam’s face

“Have some beans” Aj: *rightfully confused because wtf?*

AJ genuinely loosing his shit and doing some strange drinking of beans and stagecraft

TOM AS THERESA!!! SHES HERE TO SAVE THE DAY!!!!

Sam also forgot about that character- or didn't expect Tom to dedicate to actually playing her- XD

AJ CASUALLY HAS A SHOTGUN WHAT-

“Wait-wh- one! Where did you get a gun-” wise questions Sam

“Two- this is the former prime minister. She tried to get the good Brexit deal- why are you pointing a gun at her?” Lmaooo Sam

Tom: *kills himself* Sam: *takes his time to get behind him to pretend like it was him*

“Theresa May is the best Nazi killer in ze world.” all three of them laughing before recovering really fast

XDXDXDXDXD sam having to alternate between his two [personalities- a comforting husband and a nazi chinchilla- what even is their life-

AJ- its a shotgun my love, not a machine gun. Sam- thank you for just staring at him for a few minutes, contemplating whether or not to point it out before ducking under all the bullets- even tho he’s been shooting for a while longer than you ducked, nicely done

“The other one…” AJ has no idea…

“And scene- thank you.” the pure relief-

AJ casually asking Sam if thats his drink before getting his actual drink- they’re so cute

Anyway that concludes todays one- thank you!!!

Also- this show had the best Sam faces- amazed that his besties can be just as unhinged as him sometimes- hes great at the random comments that completely transform a scene (cough cough, disciplinary meeting comments, cough cough) and then does an awesome job at pretending to be shocked/amazed/horrified when the others do the same- its hilarious- anyway thanks for reading!

@dawn-speckled @snek-of-eden hope you guys enjoy!

[hoonfication]

𝓜AKE YOU MINE

──── CHAPTER 04 : what is he doing here

"I can’t believe you," Aether spoke up, "could you not read the room? Can't you see the looks he gave Y/N?"

"How was I supposed to know that?" Hu Tao responded, rolling her eyes as she filled her plate with food.

"You are unbelievable," Aether sighed. "Where even is Xiao?" he mumbled before someone caught his attention.

"Oh look, it’s Childe!" he exclaimed, making Hu Tao turn to look. "Childe over here!—" But before Aether could finish his sentence, Hu Tao spoke up, "Who’s that behind him?"

"Kunikuzushi!?"

"Isn’t this fun?" Childe said happily as they both made their way through the crowd. "Sure," replied Kunikuzushi, rolling his eyes.

"I'm glad you showed up!" exclaimed Childe. "Well, I didn’t have a choice," grumbled Kunikuzushi.

"Let’s go get drinks!" exclaimed Childe. "You gotta try the punch; it’s amazing," he added.

"Oh wait— isn’t that Y/N?" Childe spoke up. "With Albedo!?" he gasped, making Kunikuzushi turn to look.

Albedo, also one of the smartest students and the only person who could keep up with Kunikuzushi.

"Let’s go talk to them," Childe suddenly spoke up. He must’ve seen the glares Kunikuzushi was throwing at you both.

"Keqing said you were looking for me earlier," you spoke up, trying to avoid the awkward atmosphere.

"Oh— yeah," Albedo nodded. "I just wanted to congratulate you on your win today," he smiled. "You played well— I mean, you always do, of course!" he continued, his face turning red.

"Thank you," you laughed. But before the both of you could speak, you were interrupted.

"Y/N!" called out Childe, a bright smile on his face as he approached you with Kunikuzushi trailing behind him. "Albedo, hello!" Childe smiled.

"Hi," Albedo greeted back. "Childe, hi!" You smiled, not noticing the person behind Childe. "Kunikuzushi?" said Albedo, finally acknowledging him.

Your mouth slightly opened in shock as you finally noticed him. You sent Childe a look that said, "Why is he here?" but he just shrugged it off with a wink.

"What were you guys talking about?" asked Childe, a cheeky smile on his face.

"I was just congratulating them," replied Albedo. "Ah, yes," Childe nodded. "Y/N really did play well today, didn't they, Kuni?" Childe smiled, nudging Kunikuzushi. "I don't know—I wasn't even there," he mumbled, sending Childe a dirty look.

"Oh, um, Y/N, why don't I get you a drink?" Albedo spoke up. "Thank yo—" Before you could even finish, Childe interrupted. "Why don't we get drinks together instead, Albedo?" Childe offered, a smile on his face. "I'm sure Kunikuzushi can accompany Y/N!"

But before Albedo could reject Childe's offer, he was being dragged away. "Have fun!" Childe yelled, winking at you both before walking away with a struggling Albedo by his side.

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⟢ TAGLIST : @livelaughlovekuni @veekoko @neigesprincess @dexocore @lemo-nadde @articmaskeddemon @scarasbaby @kaitfae @lylovw @latteluvs @lovemari @omlxlaure @yuzurixx @maxineshearts @quacking-simp @thystarsshine @chiyoso @yotraumainthebuilding @brain-r0tt @lovely028 @keiiqq @slvdsjjk @fangygf @kamiboo @mechanicalbeat1 @beriiov @feiherp @morgyyyyyyy @livelaughscara @projectsfantasy @saeskiss @kookiibun @saccharine-sucks @cl0udii-m00n @beardedpuppyperfection @featuredtofu

⟢ IN WHICH after a heated argument in middle school, you and your childhood best friend kunikuzushi drifted apart, ending your long friendship. Now in high school, both grappling with academic challenges due to your commitment to volleyball, you've had to temporarily stop playing to improve your grades. Luckily, your teacher assigns kunikuzushi, now one of the brightest students, to tutor you. However, there's still unresolved resentment from the past.

[yanderepuck]

Salai-Chapter 9

WELCOME TO SALAI'S ROUTE. This is a FAN MADE route of my oc, Salai. This means this route contains my headcanons for the characters and in no way is suppose to represent the canon story. This is just a fun little time because I know many of you enjoy Salai. Feel free to engage, talk theories, send asks (even to @ask-salai ).

DISCLAIMER: His route his not canon to his character. Also, all of his lore in not in the route for simplicity reasons plus please feel free to ask about him.

Banner by @spooscribbles

You spent all of yesterday resting, Sebastian wouldn’t let you do anything around the mansion with your arm like that.  Luckily you did convince him to let you help with breakfast.  You spoke with Theo about leaving a little later to go to Salai’s apartment.  The more you think about it the more you get worried.  He doesn’t live in a great area, what is Theo going to say when you’re on your way. As you were cleaning up from breakfast, Leonardo came into the kitchen to get an apple from the counter

Mitsuki: oh!  Leonardo.  I have a question for you.

Leonardo: What is it, cara mia?

He bites into the apple and leans against the counter.

Mitsuki: That guy I was with, he’s Italian and he kept calling me this name but I’m not sure what it means. Popet-petta-polpetta- Yeah!  It was polpetta?  What does that-

Leonardo bursts out laughing because you can even finish speaking.  Good thing he just finished his bite of apple.

Leonardo: He called you polpetta?

He can barely talk, he's laughing so hard.

Mitsuki: Yeah?  He said it was something you call friends.

Leonardo laughs even harder.  You are pretty sure he’s about to be on the floor.  You are even more concerned about what it means.  He finally catches his breath after what seemed like minutes of laughing.  He even has to wipe a tear from his eye

Leonardo: God, haha, my side hurts now.

Mitsuki: Great.  Now what does it mean?  You have me worried now

Leonardo: It's not a bad word. Just, haha, just a funny word of endearment I guess.

Mitsuki: Like a pet name?

Leonardo: most people would say cara mia or amore.  Polpetta means meatball

He goes into a fit of laughter again.  You go quiet and stare at him.

Mitsuki: He called me a meatball!

You aren’t sure if that’s cute or if you are upset.  Leonardo is laughing as hard as you are yelling.

Mitsuki: He’s been calling me a meatball!

Leonardo: It-its a term of endearment

Mitsuki: Endearment my-

You get cut off when Sebastian walks into the kitchen hearing all the yelling and laughing.

Sebastian: What’s going on?  Maestro Leonardo, are you okay?

Leonardo is holding onto the counter so that he isn’t on the floor

Mitsuki: He’s calling me a meatball!

You barely acknowledge that Sebastian has no idea what is going on.

Mitsuki: Why meatball!

Leonardo has to wipe a tear away again.

Leonardo: It’s not a bad thing, cara mia

Sebastian: Is everything alright?

Leonardo: The guy that cara mia has been seeing calls her polpetta.

Mitsuki: Meatball!  I’m going to give him a piece of my mind later!

~~

Later you meet Theo in the entryway.  You shouldn’t be, but you are surprised to see Theo in his suit.  He may be rude at times but he does make sure to be very professional when he needs to be.  You just couldn’t put ‘Andrea’ and ‘professional’ in the same sentence.

Theo: Why are you giving me that look, hondje?

Mitsuki: I wasn’t expecting you in a suit.

Theo: Of course I’m wearing a suit.  I always do for work.

Mitsuki: Andrea is fairly casual, that’s all.  Well let's go.

You show Theo the way to Salai’s apartment, taking him to the otherside of the city.

Theo: Mitsuki?  Are you sure you know where you are going?

He’s looking around.  He’s glad that it's the middle of the day.

Mitsuki: Yes, I’m sure.  I told you that he’s not in the best part of the city

Theo: Yeah but I didn’t think he would be in the worst part.

Theo walks next to you.  The closer you are getting the more nervous you are getting.  You remembered that you can’t get in through the front without a key and wonder how Salai is going to know you are there.  You turn a bend and see the apartment building.

Theo: You stayed..here?

You tried to not let out a sigh.

Mitsuki: You should know better than anyone that artists don’t have a lot of money.

Theo was hesitant but he agreed to that.  He’s just getting more worried about how much worse the previous night could have been.  You walk up to the door and see that it is propped open. Smiling to yourself, you go inside.  Taking Theo up the stairs, you get to Salai’s apartment and knock on his door.

You heard the little pitter patter of feet and remembered how Theo is with cats.  You turn on your heel to look at him.

Mitsuki: Something I forgot to mention.  He has a cat. A fairly… large…cat

You can see him tense up.  That should have been something you said earlier.  But you forgot that it was important until now.

The door unlocks and the door opens.

Salai: Mitsuki!

He hugs you immediately.

Salai: How is your arm?  Are you okay?

He grabs your arm to look at it but you have it bandaged.

Mitsuki: It’s doing much better. Andrea, this is Theo.  Theo, Andrea

You step to the side and smile as you introduce them. They couldn’t look any more different.  Theo, tall, in a suit.  Salai, on the shorter side, and wearing loose fitting clothes.  Salai reached out to shake his hand.

Salai: Come on in.  I move around a lot so there isn’t much.

You walk in and see Batuffola on the couch.  You go over to her to distract her from Theo.  Theo comes in and sees her and freezes.

Theo: It’s huge!

Salai: huh?

Mitsuki: He’s scared of cats

You give an apologetic smile and sit next to her, wrapping your arms around her to give her a big hug.

Salai: Batuffolina wouldn’t hurt a fly~

Salai walks over and pats her head.

Theo: yeah… sure… 

He spots his painting area on the other side of the room and walks over, immediately looking at the canvas that he is working on.  Salai goes over to his finished paintings and pulls out one he thinks Theo might be interested in.

Salai: I’ve never been in a gallery, so I don’t know if there’s a theme you are going for.

Theo stays quiet, looking at the painting.  He definitely wasn’t expecting a renaissance style.

Salai isn’t sure if he should be telling him about the paintings, or his techniques.  He stayed quiet until Theo decided to say something.

Salai goes on to tell him simplified versions of some of the stories as Theo looks at the paintings.  You can’t quite tell what he is thinking.

Mitsuki: Andrea.  I found out what that nickname of yours means.

You pout at him.  He doesn’t seem to get the idea that you are upset with him and comes over with a smile.

Salai: You’re a cute polpetta~

Mitsuki: Why are you calling me a meatball!

He laughs softly and reaches over the back of the couch to pet Batuffola who is on your lap.

Salai: I told you it is a term of endearment.  It’s a cute little name, don’t you think?

Mitsuki: You called me a meatball!

You keep your pouty face going.  Couldn’t he pick a normal pet name?  He’s now giving you a pout back.

Salai: I don’t like sweet things, so why would I give you one of those names?  I love meatballs though~

You froze for a moment.  Does that mean he likes you?  You started getting that fluttery feeling in your stomach again.  No no no.  You have to push those thoughts to the side.  He’s just teasing you. There’s no way he actually likes you. Right?

You got quiet and Salai went back over to Theo.

~~

After a good amount of discussion, Theo and Salai decided on three of his paintings which he is to bring to the gallery by tomorrow morning.  You hadn’t realized that the gallery was tomorrow afternoon.  You told Salai that since you knew where it was being held that you could help him carry them.

Since you decided to leave now each of you carried a painting.  Theo only walked part of the way there before having to go somewhere else and you went separate ways.

Salai is smiling the whole way.

Mitsuki: Are you excited?

Salai: Yes!  I’ve never been able to show my art like this before.  I don’t know if I have anything nice enough to wear.

You giggle.

Mitsuki:  Don’t worry, you don’t have to dress up.  Just be presentable, that is all.

Salai: Right. I should have something good enough.

You get to the building and let yourself inside with the key Theo gave you.  Not everything is hung up yet. Some paintings are on the floor, leaning against the wall where they will go.  Some are covered with cloth.

Mitsuki: I’m not sure where Theo wants us to put these.

You look around before finding a semi clear spot.  You take the painting that you are holding and prop it against the wall.  Salai puts the other two beside it carefully and lets out a sigh of relief.

Salai: I’ve never been anxious about carrying a painting like that.

Just as you are about to say something, his arms wrap around you, hugging you tightly.  He nearly squeezes the air right out of your lungs.

Mitsuki: Andrea, not so tight!

Salai: Sorry

He gets a little flustered and loosens his grip.

Salai: Thank you so much for helping me.

You start to smile and return the hug.

Mitsuki:  You’re welcome.  It helps when you know people, I guess.

He lets you go, but then his hands slide down your arms and hold your hands.  His eyes are so bright and filled with life, you can’t help but look into them.  He’s so beautiful.

The feeling in your stomach is coming back, but you don’t even realize until you snap out of your thoughts, then you start to blush.  You let his hands go, hiding them behind your back and taking a step towards the entrance.

You realize right before you moved away he seemed to be leaning in.  Was he going to kiss you?  If you were looking into his eyes does that mean he was looking into yours?

Mitsuki: We should get going.

You try not to hint that you made that realization.  Salai straightens himself out.

Salai: Right

He walks with you, leaving the building.  You make sure the door is locked once you leave.

Salai: Why don’t I meet you here tomorrow right before it starts?

You were expecting him to offer to hang out, but after that you aren’t sure if you could handle it.

Mitsuki: Sure thing!

You smile at him, trying to hide any nervousness that you might have.  He smiles back.

Salai: I’ll see you tomorrow, polpetta~

He gives you a wink and turns to walk back to his apartment.  You pout at that nickname again.

Mitsuki: Don’t call me that!

Now that you know what it means you aren’t sure how to feel about it.

You walk back to the mansion, putting the keys on Theo’s desk in his room as soon as you get there and then immediately to your room.

You fall face first onto your bed and start thinking about how awkward that must have just been.  You hold your pillow to your face and scream into it.

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on second thought, you would have been better off sleeping in as well. you're surprised you didn't pass out in the middle of class at all, especially considering you were nodding off for the majority of your lessons. as you rub your eyes and sigh, walking out of the university campus, you're more than glad you don't have any classes in the afternoon. you can't wait to crash in bed and sleep until the morning.

in fact, you're so exhausted that you don't even process the sound of Allen's voice calling out for you. it's only when he grabs you by the shoulder that you properly register him, whipping around to find his exhausted smile looking up at you. he's gasping for air, knees bent as he tries to catch his breath after chasing after you across the campus.

"oh, Allen," you laugh to yourself, your lips pulling into a smile just from seeing him, "you woke up." 

he lets out a breathless chuckle, straightening up to look at you. "yeah, i made it to afternoon class at least." there's a bashful grin on his flushed face as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.

it makes you laugh. you don't think he should be this painfully endearing. as if you were used to it—which you are—you open your bag and start rummaging through your notebooks. "would you like my notes for morning class?"

"ah!" he feels his cheeks burning as you snicker at his exclamation, because you ask but you're already fetching your notes for him. "no. well, yeah, actually, but i wanted to give these back." he holds out a small stack of papers with both hands—he only needs to bow a little and anyone would think he's handing you a confession letter in the shape of an unfinished song draft.

this is also customary at this point, exchanging notes with Allen during lunch break, in the afternoon, or seconds before passing out. sure, they're always your notes—you doubt he even has a pencil in his backpack—but you could do this for the rest of your life and the look in his eyes would always make your heart skip a beat. it's so simple; Allen is simple and you find yourself at ease with it.

he's so simple, in fact, that he reaches for things without much thought. "so, uh…" his voice trails off for a moment before he clears his throat and starts again. "about yesterday…"

"oh!" immediately, you feel your heart pounding in your ears. you slap on a tight, apologetic smile. "yeah, sorry about that. i shouldn't have—"

but Allen is quick to shut your needless apologies down. "oh, no, no, i didn't mind that!" he laughs, waving his hands dismissively. the bright, genuine expression on his face has your jaw dropping. "i wanted to thank you for… sitting down with me and listening to me." you have the privilege to watch his wide grin shift into the softest simper anyone has ever flashed your way.

it's almost criminal.

"it's been a while since i last got to talk about artists like that."

you don't think you should be allowed to see him smile like this or hear him speak so gently.

"i was wondering if… if you'd like, we could…" it's so stupidly funny how this is the part where he hesitates. you don't recall ever saying no to him before.

there's no need for him to finish his sentence. you nod your head and chuckle, "sure. yeah, of course." you can't help but lean a little closer, finding the glimmer in his eyes to be too adorable to ignore. "though, this time, i'd like to listen to your music, Allen."

if you could take a peek inside his brain to see it freeze up, you would. you have to settle for giggling as his tongue trips over itself, his voice cracking, "what?" he wonders why his skin burns at the thought of sharing his music with you of all people.

"yeah, i wanna give that a listen. properly, i mean. i need a pair of earphones to listen to your stuff."

the more you talk, the more his grin grows. can you even notice the BPM of his heart rising when you're standing so close? it's fire licking at his cheeks as his eyes sparkle. you probably have no idea how sweet your words sound to his ears.

Allen snatches your hand without a second thought. "sure! yeah, let's go, then!" he's dragging you out of campus and to his apartment before you get another word in. you'd protest to remind him there's still afternoon class—and you're sleep deprived—but you can't really complain when he squeezes your hand so excitedly.

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Chapter 2: Recieving

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Summary: Bucky receives your letter

Word count: 500 (how exact, lol)

Warnings: 1 swear word

Bucky's POV:

I typed up the last bit of my report and clicked save. I could finish it tomorrow anyway. I gathered my things and headed out the office door and downstairs. My apartment is only a block away, conveniently, so it didn't take me long to get there.

"Yeah Wanda I put it in, gotta bake that banana bread for me now." I heard someone say as they walked into the apartment doors. The voice sounded familiar..

Oh, it must be y/n, she lives here too.

I chuckled a bit at the thought of her. She sure was a strange character without a doubt, but I like her. She's smart and kind..and pretty cute if I'm being honest. But I don't think she likes me, she's always getting nervous around me and stuff..maybe I bother her.

As I thought about my so-called problems I walked to the apartment mailbox to see if there was anything for me, most likely bills.

To B. Barnes.

That's not a bill

The envelope is beautiful..

I grabbed the letter and took it upstairs and into my room.

It was a kind of gold color with a sort of lace looking stamp in the middle.

Carefully opening it up so I didn't damage it, I took the letter out..

"I- wow.."

An admirer

I'll admit I never thought someone would write me poetry. I mean who would? I don't know anyone that's into me romantically..I think. Well whoever wrote the letter said they'd see me soon so I most likely see them regularly-?

Maybe I know them from work.

Wait-no..

The only people I really talk to are the guys..and we'll Sam and Steve don't seem like the type to write poetry ..most of all write me poetry.

God I want to know who you are…

Maybe I should just write back and see if they'll tell me but- I thought to myself as I went to my desk to get a piece of paper.

Wait-shit

I sighed

I don't have a name…who do I address this to?

I could just write anonymous..after all it is what they went by.

Yes ….yes I'll do that, I mean I don't know any poetry but what the hell. A letter is a letter right? I'll just- I'll just write a letter-!

I ran to my desk and got a piece of paper and I brought the same envelope 'anonymous' put their paper in. I can put mine in there as well..they'd know it was from me!

I smiled as I started to write my first sentence down.

A/N: Hey guys, idk if it was weird to do a picture of a paper and type the poem down (yes I made it) on the paper. If it is tell me. Also plz like comment and reblog, not just like.

[theavianlady]

Thank you so much for making such a fantastic art piece! Every single detail is incredible!!! I've stayed at it hour what adds up to literal hours today

I'm amazed with the work you put into it. I hope that the asks that I answered were helpful for you. I'm very impressed at how thorough you were in your research. The whole drawing is just SO COOL and I DID cry as I stared at it because of the loving detail in literally every pixel

Again, IT'S ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE! THANK YOU SO MUCH!

You are very much welcome! I had so much fun, and all of you are making me blush. So worth it.

Oh, jeez. More under the cut; I can't keep anything short.

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Being completely honest, I spent so much time on it over the last few days (first piece I've finished on a deadline, too), that I now have no clue what to do with my life. I'm lost.

And honestly, I'm liking it more and more the less I look at it. I knew I was biased (I see gore-covered-turtles when I close my eyes).

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The details have always been my favourite part. It's the little things that really breathe life into art. It's like telling a story. Whenever I write, I find myself drawing parallels between drawing and writing. Like word choice and colours. Sentence structure and contrast. It's incredible how the smallest little things can completely change a piece.

My sister loves writing as well, and she plans this stuff way more than I've seen anyone do before. Like, she has exact dates and times when stuff happens, so she can make sure it makes sense. So-and-so gets together with so-and-so on this day, they have their first kiss a month later, so it'll be in a winter setting, etc. I aspire to achieve that level of detail one day. A good example of planning like this could be @/kathaynesart's timeline for Replica. Like, most of those events won't be focused on, only mentioned in passing, but it's so helpful to actually understand what's going on in the background.

Also the details are just the easiest part for me. No tricky anatomy, just a lot of time and fun.

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And yeah! I love research. A lot. One of the things I'm kind of working on a bit is going through the different human and testudine systems and comparing them to figure out what would make sense in TMNT (I call it: "Chelonian and Human Comparative Anatomy and Physiology").

(Chelonian and testudine both mean turtles. Testudine is taxonomic and chelonian is more general.)

I showed my uncle a diagram of skin I spent forever drawing, and he was like, "It's Saturday. In the middle of summer." Lots of people think I'm weird. I love it.

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And yes, those answered asks were incredibly helpful. I was very impressed with that whole chart you made, and I'm relieved you already had it. I had like, a whole list on the canvas while I was drawing to make sure I didn't forget anything.

Also, side note, I was also (also also also. So many alsos.) the anon who asked what timezone you were in. And guess what? I'm also in MDT. And also have an unreliable, chaotic, and probably really unhealthy sleep schedule. And then you were talking about the new season of the Dragon Prince, which I just binged, and I'm constantly being shocked by how many people in this fandom I have things in common with, holy cow.

...I wonder where the phrase "holy cow" came from. It's so weird.

[aranysziv]

M: Like twins... the monstera and me :D D: Yes, but one of the two is my favourite just now... ;) M: ... I hope you have a good choice then! :D D: Always, haha M: So... let's talk about the serious things... Murals? :) D: Yeah. Are there any murals here too? M: Not that nice you make... :) Anyway, yes, but just a few D: Looking forward to see them... M: Yeah. I can show you my favourite one, wait. This, you see!!! The girl just reads the book, and the shadows behind her like... like the characters of the story, but not really are there with her. The boy and the girl. The book is about love for sure! And the shadows, they almost kiss!!! Aww, I love it every time I see it :) D: It's very nice, you also have an excellent choice :D Do you live here, in Budapest? M: Yes. And you? Where did you came from? D: North of Italy... in the middle of nowhere, haha M: Hmm.. I can speak only one sentence in Italian! D: ? M: Sei tutto per me :) D: Haha, and you know what that means? :D M: Yes... You don't know me yet, but I'm a realllllllly romantic girl - if it still exists nowadays... D: The old fashioned romantic? M: The old fashioned romantic, exactly! What else? :D

D: I think it's a very nice thing nowadays :) M: Well, yes, but sometimes it isn't so easy. But I guess this is why it is so nice, haha... :) so... did you grow up there? The North of Italy? D: Yes, I was born and raised there. But I would like to paint around the world one day M: I think the world will be a much better place with all your paintings all over :) I would give you all the walls in Budapest, if I could. I like your goal! D: Oooo... it is a beautiful compliment! I'm out of the blue completely, my heart just stopped for a minute! M: I mean it! :) I saw them, your art, and I just think wao... that's incredible. How did you became an artist? You're not that older than me. D: I will be 34 in April. I started painting at a very young age, then I graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, where I am a professor now. M: That's so cool. Do you like teaching? D: I love it. But I have other projects as well, like this. If we finish here, I just go back to my studio and start drawing again. M: Can I see it? D: Unfortunately, no... it's top secret. M: I don't tell anyone, I promise! :) But I'm really curious because I saw just the murals you make, not that drawings D: Well, I'm only doing studies on nudes M: Oh... I... I didn't know, sorry D: There is nothing to apologize for. Maybe one day you will see the result :) M: I hope so :) D: It's not easy. I've been thinking about this idea for a very long time, but it's really hard to put it into practice, you know M: Why? D: It is also difficult to explain as well as to draw... :D M: Haha, don't stress, no problem. D: You know, you're just one of a kind who can give me inspiration. M: Really? Why? :D I didn't do anything. D: Yeah, but still, haha. You have a very nice body, I would be blind if I can't see it, and you just have a strange but very good sparkle in your eyes. Your aura or I don't really know, but there's something in you what is special. This conversation is just so easy with you, not like with the others.

M: Ahhh... no... no... You're such an Italian man... That is exactly the famous Italian awareness of life, haha :D Not in a hard mode, but you just keep complimenting me and making me so shy. I don't wanna be a stereotyped girl, but you are all these things: you love cooking, eating and of course, I heard you before!!! The AMORE... that's all about, YOU said it, the love - I understand it. And all, everything about like... yeah, that the French called "joie de vivre" :D

D: Maybe you're right. But don't forget: you complimented me too. And I mean every word I said. Every sentence, haha :D M: You're such an idiot. But... thank you so much. It means a lot to me, really. So... I give you inspiration. But we just met! :DDD D: I know :D It sounds silly, but you're driving me crazy! :D M: By this time? :D D: Yes, haha M: I think it's probably my record. I don't know what to say... :D I'm just smiling like a dork. It's very difficult to be your muse at this point. And how many minutes have we been talking? :D

ebben a pillanatban jöttek vissza a többiek. de minden így kezdődött. vagy nagyjából így. meg akartam ezt őrizni magamnak. egy idő után mindenki felejt, még én is. de most még úgy emlékszem ezekre a szavakra, mintha csak tegnap történtek volna. és még mindig mosolyt csalnak az arcomra. néha ennyi is elég.

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his other half: pierre gasly

abusive ex, charles as one of your close friends, pierre angst, happy ending, engagement, pierre fluff also

i can’t remember when i fell for him. maybe it was when we were 6, playing in the park, him showing me his favorite games to play. maybe it was when we were 10, and he started getting more serious about his karting and i didn’t get to see him a lot. maybe it’s when we were 15 and he kissed me after i got stood up. now we’re 25, 10 years later, and i still love him.

“no charles i won’t tell him”! i yell. “why y/n? it’s so obvious how much love and care you have for pierre and i’m sure he feels the same way”! charles yelled back. “because charles i’m scared. you know what’s happened in my past and i’m scared of it happening again.” charles knew what i was talking about. when i was 18 i was in a long term relationship with my ex boyfriend, matthew. it started out great, he would buy me flowers, take me on cute dates, and cuddle with me under the stars. but, everything turned sour after a few months. he started drinking heavily and would get home late and break bottles, lamps, anything he could take his anger out on. and eventually, i became that thing. he would abuse me. and charles and pierre were the only people i had told. “y/n i..” charles couldn’t finish his sentence because there was a knock on the door to my apartment. the race this weekend was in england, and that’s where i lived, so charles and pierre wanted to stay with me. “y/n it’s just me ma belle” pierre called from the other side. “we will finish this conversation later” charles reminded. i just rolled my eyes at my close friend and went to open the door. pierre walked in with a grin on his face. “and why are you so happy?” charles asked him. “i met this beautiful girl when i went to get coffee and i got her number and we’re going out later!!” pierre responded excitedly. i stood with a straight face and looked at charles who gulped and stood up with his hands in his pockets. “that’s great mate i’m happy for you, when are you leaving?” “around 6, we’re meeting at this cute restaurant at 7 and i want to buy her flowers to make a good impression. “what a gentlemen” charles joked and we both laughed awkwardly. it was around 3:45 so pierre would leave in a couple of hours. “hey pear” i asked. “mm” he mumbled. “would you wanna hang out for a little bit before you go?” i asked him hoping to spend time with my childhood best friend, because he’d be leaving in a few days. “no can do pumpkin, i have to pick out an outfit and get ready” he answered. i looked at him with a pout on my face and wrapped my arms around his stomach and looked up at him. “pear you’re leaving in a few days remember, we won’t be able to see each other until after the next race, almost a month” i reminded him. he sighed and wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on mine, giving it a light kiss. “i’m sorry pumpkin, i can’t tonight, maybe another time” he says quietly. “oh alright sorry, have fun tonight” i said to him, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. i unwrap my arms from him grab my keys and walk out of the apartment with charles close on my tail.

the minute we get in the car, charles looks over at me and i smile slightly, trying to hide my pain. “y/n i’m so sorry, why don’t you and me spend some time together okay? i missed my best friend and charlottes coming tomorrow so she’ll hang out with you then, remember?” “thank you charles. yeah let’s do something, i know a spot we can relax.” so i start driving to a clif. this is where i always come after a difficult day. i’ve never shown anyone because i feel fragile and broke. when i’m here. charles grabs a blanket and we walk towards the middle and sit down. i lean my head against his arm and he wraps an arm around me. just like that i break down. i start balling my eyes out and can’t help but ask God, “why? why me? God i’ve already lost so many people and now i’m losing pierre.” charles just holds me closer to him. “y/n i don’t know why he wouldn’t spend time with you, but i promise i’ll get to the bottom of it okay? it hurts me to see you like this.” “char i’ve just gone through so so much in my life and it took me forever to become happy again. i put so much work into myself for him and for you, my rocks. you guys have always been there for me. and now that he’s going out with her, he’ll forget about me. i feel like part of me is missing and i’m sad again. i can’t be happy without him.” i told him truthfully. “oh y/n. i understand the feeling. when i lost antoine and my father, my world was broken. but arthur and charlotte and you and pierre got me through it. he’ll come around i promise.” “i’m sorry charles, i shouldn’t take this out on you.” “that’s okay love, you’re upset, just remember i love you okay?” “i love you too charles”. it wasn’t out of normal circumstances to say these things to each other. after charles lost his father and i lost my mother, we grew closer and he’s like a brother to me, and so is arthur. after charles and i watching the sunset, arthur called him and said he arrived in england and asked if we wanted to meet up. we agreed and decided to have dinner.

charles and i stopped by my flat and got changed. i wore a beautiful dress, pierre always told me i looked gorgeous in it, which made me confident to wear it out. i quickly curled my hair and put on my heels. charles put on a white button down and some navy pants. as i walk down the stairs, the door bell rings and arthur walks in. “hey y/n how are you?” he questions. “horrible” i reply and charles fills him in on what’s happened. “oh come here” arthur says after the story is finished. i quickly walk over and he brings me into a tight hug. we all walk out of the flat and get into charles beautiful ferrari and head to the restaurant. after we get out of the car, we walk into the beautiful building we will eat at. it’s exactly what i consider my aesthetic, it’s flowery and has dim lights. the chairs and dark brown and the layout is beautiful. charles and arthur get our table and i keep close to them. slowly, we walk to our table and sit down. a few minutes pass as we look at the menus and after we order i stand up and tell the guys i need to use the restroom. once i’m close to the door to it, i hear someone clear their throat from behind me. i turn around to see matthew. “fuck” i mumble under my breath. “yeah baby fuck.” he says. “matthew please get away from me i don’t want to speak with you” i say quietly and try to walk past him. he grabs my arm and yanks my towards him. “ cant do that baby, i believe we have unfinished business” “i’m not your baby anymore, remember we broke up” “oh no no love, you broke up with me, i’m not yours, but you’re still mine. oh and how’s that little bitchy friend of yours, pierre?” he says. “matthew i don’t belong to you because i belong to pierre, i love him. i say and he puts his hands on my ass, trying to move my dress aside. i slap his hands away and he pins me against the wall. “charles, arthur help pl..” “be quiet you slut, don’t call for your stupid friend, he can’t help you now” he says and begins to kiss my neck. “charles please help” i yell as loud as i can. matthew slaps me hard across and face and i fall to the ground and knock over some plates. “don’t fucking scream again, or i’ll hurt you even more you worthless whore” he yells at me. a few moments later charles and arthur are running towards me. “matthew get the fuck away from her” charles screams at him. “why the fuck would i do that huh pretty boy?” he screams at charles and shoved him. “because you don’t love her and she’s not your girlfriend. you know what you did to her, i saved her once and i’ll save her again.” charles added. arthur helps you up and stand in front of you, pushing you behind him so if matthew tried anything he gets to arthur first. “listen here leclerc, i didn’t lose my fsther, so at least i know someone still loves me, i suggest you stay out of your business and go back to that pathetic mother of yours, okay”? charles had enough and he punches matthew and soon the two are on the floor fighting. “ don’t you dare call my mother anything and don’t ever bring up my father” charles yells and punches him again. matthew flips charles onto the floor and hits him hard drawing blood. i scream and arthur let’s go of my shaving matthew off his brother. “fuck all of you, wastes of time and you bitch, i’ll find you and next time your princes won’t refuse you” he yells and walks away. i begin to cry and walk over to charles. “charles i’m so sorry” i begin to cry and put his head on my lap. “don’t worry love it’s okay. i’m alright i promise.” “i love you both so much” you whisper to both brothers who in unison respond with “love you too sis” you all chuckle slightly and exit the restaurant.

when you return to the flat you begin to clean up charles black eye and bruised arms. “oh charles..” you start and begin to cry. charles just takes you in his arms and hold you for a few minutes. after he goes to shower and arthur cleans up your bruises. “char, is pierre back?” you call after your shower. “i’m sorry love, he’s not, and he’s not answering his phone” he responds. “i really need him” i say sadly. “come here pumpkin” arthur says. “i need pierre right now. he’s the only one who know how to calm me down. i feel the most calm in his arms.” i say. arthur knows i’m not trying to be mean and that i really do appreciate his help in trying to calm me down. “i’m sorry love” he says.

you go to sleep that evening, you and the two brothers all bundled on the couch. the next morning you wake up and see arthur and charles preparing breakfast. you walk over and help them prepare it. a few minutes later, the door to the flat opens and pierre walks in. “hey guys what’s… shit pumpkin what happened to you?” pierre asks in a scared tone. “pierre please..” you say and walk to your room. pierre knew it was serious because you never called him by his first name, you always called him pear. charles and arthur filled him in. “fuck, merde” he exclaims and quickly runs into your room. “y/n please look at me ma belle.” charles enters the room and grasps pierre’s arm lightly. he takes pierre out of the room and says, “pierre where we’re you last night?” “i stayed the night with that girl, katerina, she said i looked so handsome and insisted she make me breakfast in the morning.” “pierre gasly, did you sleep with her?” charles asked in a low tone. “no, i didn’t. i slept on the couch. she really wanted to sleep with me but i told her not yet.” “okay good” charles answrrrd. “pierre” arthur says. “come over here” pierre walks to arthur. “pierre, y/n loves you.” “yeah of course, i love her to she’s my best friend, ever since i was born, i..” “no pierre”, arthur interrupts. “she LOVES you. you hurt her by not spending time with her yesterday. and last night after the encounter with matthew the only person she asked for was you. pierre charles and i may be her brother figures, but she really loves you. she feels the safest and most protected with you. “shit guys, the only reason i went out with kat was because i loved y/n and i was too scared she wouldn’t feel the same. “we’ll mate, i suggest you go and tell her” charles says. “he doesn’t have to” i say quietly and step into the hallway. “pumpkin” pierre begins and walks to me. charles and arthur walk away and allow us time. pierre leans his forehead against mine. “y/n i love you more than life itself. i am so sorry. i treated you horribly and i will never forgive myself.” he says softly and i hear his voice break. i open my eyes to see pierre’s teary closed one’s. i bring my hands to his cheeks and brush his tears away with my thumbs. “pear, please look at me” i say to him, knowing calling him pear would calm him down. pierre opens his beautiful, ocean blue eyes and looks at me. “pear, i have been in love with you for such a long time. i can’t remember where it started. but i can’t stand hearing you’re with another girl. i needed you last night. i needed you to hold me. i needed you, just like when we were kids and i had a nightmare, and you’d cuddle me in your arms.

“ y/n i promise to you ma belle. i will never hurt you ever again. i will stay by your side for as long as i can. i promise you pumpkin. i love you so fucking much. i know you don’t trust me anymore and i’ve ruined everything but i love you so much” he says tears streaming down his cheeks. “pierre, i could never hate you. i love you endlessly. i always will. i don’t care how complicated this situation is, i will fight to be with you. my boy, that’s what you are. matthew asked about you by the way. and i told him he couldn’t have me because i already belonged to someone, you. my heart is yours pierre. it always has been and always will be.” “i can’t stand another minute without you being mine pumpkin” pierre whispers and gently kisses my lips. i can taste the salty tears on both of us. the kiss is slow and romantic. pierre puts his hands on my face, caressing my cheeks and mine are playing with his fluffy hair. we lean our foreheads together once we break the kiss. “will you please be my girlfriend” pierre asks me. “of course i will, i thought you’d never ask” i respond a smile, tears still flowing from both of us. “ i love you pumpkin” pierre softly whispers, wrapping me in his arms. “i love you more pear” i whisper and lean into his touch. he leans down to kiss me again softly. his kisses are so relaxing and show the love he has for me. charles and arthur snapped some cute pictures of us, which i don’t find out about until later.

pierre and i are cuddled on the couch after we explained everything to charles and arthur and charlotte and she finally came. arthur send me some pictures he took and i hear me phone ding. “arthur these are the cutest things ever” i exclaim. pierre’s head is on my tummy and he makes grabby hands wanting to see. i hand him my phone and he smiles. even thought the situation was horrible, pierre hasn’t spoken to kat since and she’s tried to get his attention, him telling her he has a girlfriend now and that she means the world to him.

fast forward to the present. 2 years later. pierre and i now live together, in his apartment in milan. charlotte, charles, pierre, and i are currently on vacation in the bahamas. i wake up early in the morning and look over to see pierre’s head nestled into my neck. i slowly shift so i get up and he’s still sleeping like a baby. i grab my phone to get a picture of his adorable face, not to mention his muscles and abs which are in clear view. “god, thank you so much for sticking with me. i’m so thankful for my friends and family and especially pierre. thank you for blessing me with him” i pray softly. a few second later i hear the bed move and pierre stretched his arms and sits up. “ma belleee” he whispers and sees me sitting at the window watching the sun go up. pierre walks over to me, in just a pair or shorts. i’m wearing one of his t shirts and a pair of underwear. he sits behind me and wraps his toned arms around me kissing my neck and mumbles into it, “good morning pumpkin, how’d you sleep baby”? “i slept comfortably, wrapped in your arms. you wouldn’t let go all night pear, very snuggly boy” i say to him and turn around to look in his beautiful ocean eyes. i caress his cheek and he hums sliming slightly. “i just love you so much and i never wanna let go” he says softly. “i love you too pear” i respond and stand up to change. “wait pumpkin” he whines. “what’s wrong pear?” i say. he wraps his arms around my waist, slightly under his shirt i’m wearing to rub my tummy. he then leans down to slowly and deeply kiss me. i wrap my arms around his neck and play with the little hairs. he hums into the kiss and pulls me closer, still rubbing my belly. after he pulls away from the kiss, we walk into the bathroom and start to get ready for the day. “i want to take a mirror picture pear to put on my instagram story” i say to him. he nods softly and holds me close to him.

“what should i caption it?” “hmmm i don’t know how about: look how handsome pierre looks” he says and laughs. “okay!!” i say and post the picture. “no way you actually used my idea” he says and laughs again. “go check pear” i say sweetly and kiss his cheek. pierre checks his phone and reposts the picture on his story captioning it: “ma belle”.

next season in formula one was pierre’s best result, finishing 4th in the drivers championship. in abu dhabi, the title deciding race, pierre wins the race. after the podium ceremony he takes you onto the racetrack and charlotte snd charles along with arthur and the rest of the drivers follow closely behind. “pear what’s going on?” i ask him. a few second later he stops and takes me hands. “y/n we’ve been through hell and back. i know when we got together i didn’t have your back, so it would be wrong to say i always have. but aside from that, i have. pumpkin, ever since that day we went to the autumn festival in paris when we were 6 i knew you were the girl i wanted to spend my life with. that’s where pumpkin came from.” he laughs lightly. “y/n i promise to always have your back and support you, make you laugh and make you feel loved.” he gets down on one knee and i gasp. “pear..” i say and my eyes start ti tear up. “pumpkin will you make me the happiest man in the entire world and marry me?” “YES PIERRE OH MY GOD” i exclaim and he stand up crying slightly and puts the ring on my finger. i jump into his arms, my feet wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck, my forehead against his. “i love you to infinity and back pear” i whisper. “i love you to infinity and back 1000 times ma belle” he whispers back. everyone starts cheering and whooping. pierre puts me down and we walk hand in hand towards everyone. after receiving congratulations from everyone we go to Pyry, who i’ve grown close to over the years. “Congrats ms. future gasly” he says and hugs me.

pierre and i return to the hotel. some drivers sent us pictures the photographers got and we stare and them and decide on some to post. after washing up and eating dinner, we both get into bed. i’m laying on his bare chest and we snuggle closer together. “Goodnight fiancé i love you so much” he whispers. “goodnight pear i love you more” i whisper back and he kisses my very softly. i go to bed, after the chaos of the past few years, feeling safe in my future husbands arms.

[folklorelise]

That one time the kids called you “mom”

HC / OS (i don’t know) about that one time the kids called you “mom” and that one-time Jean called Captain Levi “dad” (not related with the “being a mom to the survey corps” -- you’re a squad leader in this).

 -          Armin

Armin was a smart kid and he loved spending time at the survey corps library. Armin grew up with his grandfather and he had to work very hard to provide enough food for the both of them. When Armin’s grandfather died, he was still a kid. When they all joined the survey corps, Armin instantly loved you – you would always be in the library, reading different books every week. He obviously wanted to come to you and talk about books with you, but that boy was too shy. You were a squad leader which meant that you were his superior officer.

You would notice Armin of course. He would always read and study strategies sitting in front of you. Sometimes he would open his mouth, thinking ‘today I’ll talk to her’ but he never did. Once you decided that you would start the conversation, but as soon as you put your book down, Armin ran away. After that, you told Levi, your boyfriend, what happened earlier.

“I think he’s scared of me.” You admitted.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Why did he run away then?”

“Maybe he needed to take a sh!t. Like really needed to so he ran away.”

Meanwhile in Armin’s bedroom, with Eren and Mikasa.

“Why did you do that?” Mikasa asked.

“I don’t know!” Armin inquired, “I’m so embarrassed right now.”

“That was a weird move.” Eren admitted, “Next time just say something, anything really.”

That very next day, Armin was determined to tell you how much he wanted to discuss books with you. He saw you at your usual place and he took his. He repeated his sentence over and over, ‘squad leader Y/N I’ve seen you here multiple times and I’d like to discuss books together.’ But before he could say anything, you started to talk.

“Why did you run off yesterday?” you asked.

“Books.” Armin shouted which only startled you a little, “I like books and you do too.”

“I do like to read.”

After that, Armin was more and more comfortable around you. You would always read together before an expedition or after an intense training day – it became your little tradition.

A few weeks later, Armin wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. He has read a book that he knew you would like, and he needed to tell you about it. He was eating with his friends and when he saw you and Captain Levi entering the mess hall, he shouted “MOM! I-“and stopped immediately after.

Everyone was staring at him and all Armin wanted at this moment was to be eaten by a titan. You on the other side were just smiling widely at Armin.

“You look like a creep, stop smiling.” Levi told you.

After dinner, you went to the library and found Armin sitting at your usual table, arms crossed on the table with his head on his arms.

“Armin, hey. How are you feeling?”

“Embarrassed. I – I don’t know why I called you that.”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about it.” you reassured him.

“But I embarrassed you too!”

“Who said you did?”

“Everyone was laughing.” Armin guessed.

Then, you spend your night like you always do which is reading together until Levi came to bring you back to bed.

“Good night Armin.” Levi told him before leaving.

“Good night Captain, squad leader.”

“Good night… son.” you finished before joining Levi, laughing slightly.

 —————

-          Eren

Eren was outside with all the others resting after training with Levi. They were discussing their skills after Levi made them do hand to hand combat to know who could have a day off from cleaning duties (it was your idea – Levi would never give a day off for cleaning).

“I am obviously the best here.” Jean acknowledged.

“Mikasa won against you!” Eren screamed back.

“Yeah, but I’m talking about us. Today, I won!” Jean replied.

“That’s because I was too tired from the titan experiments!”

“Riight. You are a titan. You shouldn’t even be tired!”

“Yeah because you know everything!” Eren shouted even louder.

Both were ready to fight, but they were expecting their friends to stop them, but they were just talking between them, ignoring their little dispute. Both of them just stared at each other, waiting for something to happen or someone but nothing – so they just stared at each other awkwardly. Eren spotted you not too far away and screamed at the top of his lungs:

“MOM! WE NEED YOUR HELP!”

You were taking a walk with Levi as one of your rituals with him since during daytime, you could hardly see each other. You both looked at Eren surprised but still walked towards him and his friends.

“Yes? What did you need me for?”

“Eren said he was better than me at hand-to-hand combat which is obviously not true.” Jean explained.

“You agree with me, right?” Eren said to you.

“Hm…” you turned to Levi expecting help, but he just had a smirk on his face, waiting for you answer too. “Well… I mean…” you paused each time a word was said, “I just want to say that I love you guys but it’s late and I’m tired,” you tried to avoid the topic of the conversation. “Levi, let’s leave the kids.”

“But m-“ Eren suddenly stopped his sentence and thought ‘wait, did I just almost called squad leader Y/N mom? Did I call her mom earlier?’

“What’s wrong Eren?” Mikasa asked.

“Nothing, squad leader Y/N,” Eren insisted on these words heavily, “is right, it’s late, let’s all go to sleep.” Eren then run to his bedroom.

“Such a weirdo.” Levi stated before walking away with you.

In the middle of the night, Eren was still awake thinking about what he said. He was moving loudly, and Armin woke up very annoyed.

“Eren stop moving so energetically!”

“I’m not.” Eren mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did I call squad leader… you know.”

“Did you do an Armin? Yes. You call her mom. Welcome to the club! Now sleep.”

 —————

-          Mikasa

Mikasa was hanging with Eren and Armin outside after dinner. Eren and Armin were frenetically about Eren’s next prank on Jean.

“You always prepare something either too dangerous or just normal dangerous. Jean could get hurt!” Armin protested.

“That’s the idea I was going for. Plus, it’s not that dangerous.”

“You want to push him off the wall!”

“Yeah, but he has his gear on and we’ll just all laugh at this anyway. Right Mikasa?” Eren asked her friend.

“Jean could die if he doesn’t use his gear.” Mikasa observed.

“He’s not that stupid.” Eren replied.

“Ask mom then and look at her being disappointed by you.” Mikasa told them.

They both turned their head towards Mikasa and glared at her, with a shocked look.

“What?”

“You just called squad leader Y/N ‘mom’” Eren burst out laughing.

“No, I didn’t. I said mom… as in…” Mikasa tried to correct herself.

“Yeah right, what other mom you possibly could be talking about?” Eren pointed out.

“It’s because you two keep calling her that! And I just forgot her name and…” Mikasa defended herself, “It’s your fault!”

“It’s fine, that makes the three of us in the club!” Armin shouted.

 —————

-          Historia

Everyone just discovered that Historia was the rightful heir to the throne, and no one knew what to do.

“Fine. Then run.” Levi said taking Historia by her blouse collar.

“Oh my, Levi!” you screamed rushing towards Historia. “Let her go!”

Levi let her go and left. You took Historia in your arms as she was ready to collapse on the ground.

“Are you okay sweetie?” you questioned her worried. She just held you close and thanked you. “Levi didn’t mean it. I’m going to ask to apologise.”

“It’s fine. He’s right. I should do something about this.” Historia waited a few minutes before saying “thanks mom,” blushing.

Everyone else wanted to throw a comment but no one dared after seeing you glaring at them. Only Armin whispered “welcome to the club” for himself.

 —————

 -          Annie

Instructor Shadis sent you a letter asking you a favour. He was feeling ill and asked you to substitute him while he recovers. You obviously agreed to it. You were surprised at how Annie was at hand-to-hand combat.

“Who taught you that?” you asked marvelled by her technique.

“My father.”

“Well good job!”

The whole time you were here you would constantly compliment her. You would really compliment everyone on their asset.

One night, Annie was outside with Reiner and Bertolt, talking together.

“I like squad leader Y/N, she is nice.” Reiner said in a moment of silence.

“Or she could just pretend to be nice so we wouldn’t try so hard when she’s here and that’s how we fail.” Annie pointed out.

“She’s not like that.” Bertolt insisted, “She seems genuinely nice. Never felt that supported in such a long time.”

“Yeah.” Reiner agreed.

Annie did not want to say it, but she agreed with them. You were always so supportive, always encouraging people do to better. Always telling them that they did a great job when they messed up. Annie wanted to add something, but she heard footsteps and she turned around ready to fight but it was only you.

“Mom! I was ready to fight you.” Annie yelled.

“What did you just call squad leader Y/N?” Reiner asked surprised.

“I– I said mam.”

“No, you said mom.” Reined laughed.

“NO! I said mam as in sir but for a woman!”

“I just wanted to make sure you guys were alright,” you admitted, “it’s late and I don’t want you guys to be tired since I know how instructor Shadis can be.”

“Instructor Shadis?” Bertolt asked.

“Yes, he’s feeling much better and he’s coming back tomorrow. I also came to say goodbye since I’m leaving tonight. I wish you luck and I know you guys are going to be amazing!” you end your little speech with a hug to each one of them. “I’ll probably see you around if you ever decide to join the survey corps.”

Annie was right, she was going to miss you.

 —————

-          Sasha

Sasha was a great kid, a great fighter but more importantly, she was a food lover. She never had enough food at lunch or dinner. She would always ask her friend for their bread or a piece of their meat when they did eat meat.

Once, Sasha was late to dinner because she had cleaning duties and she was a slow cleaner which made her late. Being late meant no food too but she still came to the kitchen hoping for leftovers – there were none. She went to the mess hall and collapse on the table. She heard a person sat down in front of her but did not move.

“You should eat Sasha.” she heard.

“No food.”

“Look up.”

She did and there was a tray with a bowl of soup that was still hot and two pieces of bread. She gasped and started to cry tears of joy.

“Thank you, mom! I was so hungry!” Sasha thanked you with her mouth full of a mix of soup and bread.

“You’re welcome, next time you can come to me and I’ll help you clean alright?” you told her.

You waited for her to be finished before going back to your bedroom. In the middle of that night, Sasha suddenly woke up, panting.

“What’s wrong?” Mikasa asked ready to fight an intruder.

“Nooo. I’m in the club now too.” Sasha realised.

“What? You called squad leader Y/N mom too?” Mikasa joked.

“Yeah…”

 —————

 -��         Jean

Jean had cleaning duties in the equipment area. He and Connie were talking and being careless as usual when they were cleaning. So careless that Jean somehow caused a shelf full of heavy books to fall on his leg.

When Connie explained to you what happened you rushed to where Jean was. You and Connie helped Jean out and took him to the infirmary. Jean was now on bed rest for at least a week since he could not move his right leg anymore.

“How am I going to live now?” Jean complained after hearing the news.

“I’m taking care of you until further notice.” you reassured him.

Levi decided that Jean would still be attending training even if that meant only watching. After two weeks, Jean was still hurt – according to him anyway. Which the nurse found weird because that type of injury did not last long if he was resting correctly which is something you made sur of. Levi told you that it was suspicious, but you believed Jean.

“Your love for this kid is making you blind! Jean is obviously fine now!” Levi told you desperately every night.

“He’ll get better, if he’s still hurt and he goes back training then he might not be able to fight at all.” you explained.

You should have believed Levi because one day, you were stuck in a meeting with Commander Erwin which meant you couldn’t stay with the cadets training. Thankfully, the meeting ended sooner than you thought so you went to see the kids, only to find Jean perfectly healthy, on his feet, fighting Eren.

“JEAN KIRSTEIN YOU SON OF A B–“ you yelled.

“NO!” Jean screamed collapsing to the ground dramatically, “It’s not what you think mom! NO!” Jean put his hands on his mouth.

“Oouh Jean called squad leader Y/N ‘mom’” Eren chanted.

“Now that they almost all called you mom,” Hange stated coming out of nowhere, “does that mean Levi is their daddy?”

 —————

-          That one-time Jean called Captain Levi ‘dad’

It was during one of the expeditions outside. You brought tents and prepared them but none of you wanted to sleep yet. You built a fire, and all sat around it. The cadets took turn telling horror stories and once Jean was done, you all applauded him.

“That was great.” Levi complimented him.

“Thanks, daaa–ptain!” Jean corrected himself hallway through his sentence.

Everyone burst out laughing and Jean was blushing hard, while Levi was only smirking drinking his tea.

“Jean, it’s official, you’re their kid now.” Hange kept laughing.

“I’m so embarrassed.” Jean grunted, “I’m sorry d– captain! What is wrong with me!”  

 —————

From then on, they wouldn’t even hide the fact that they all called you mom from time to time. At one point, new recruits thought that it was you name so some of them would call you “squad leader mom”.

MASTERLIST

[folkloreguk]

French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

[crimefightingspiderguy]

holding out for a hero

Summary: Shaun (Shang-Chi) offers you go out for drinks and who are you to refuse?

Warnings: Drinking. Talk of sex (none actually happens). No spoilers for Shang-Chi and the Legend of the the Ten Rings (but I do give away what his job is in the movie if you didn't know that pre-movie).

Pairings: Shang-Chi x reader

Word count: 2,492

A/N: I did make the female reader bisexual in this piece, but if that's not how you identify, it's only briefly mentioned in a sentence or two and you can just swap out the pronouns, or skip over it really quick, without affecting the plot :) Also, please do not think I'm using the name Shaun because I didn't want to use Shang-Chi or am being disrespectful to his true name. I'm basing this timeline wise, before he reveals his past to anyone close to him.

“Hey guys!” You waved to Shaun and Katy as you walked into the hotel to clock in. You were taking over Katy’s shift. She needed to go home early to go to the doctors, but Shaun was still there for another 3 hours with you. You were very willing to take over her shift when she asked. You loved working with both of them and any chance you got to, you gladly took it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to get paid to hang out with your best friends?

“You’re welcome.” You heard Katy say to Shaun as she was walking inside to clock out, passing you by with a cheeky wink, as you took your spot next to him.

“Well, she’s in an awful good mood for having to go to the doctors. I thought she had a fear of the doctors.” You gasped, “Is she drunk?”

He chuckled, “No. She’s not actually going to the doctors. She just wanted an excuse to leave work early to go to some concert in LA.”

“Oh, that wench! I gave up going on a date to come in for her. I thought she was dying or something.” You pouted, not actually mad at her, but you were still sad you told your date no.

“You had a date? Who’s the lucky one.” Shaun asked.

“Well, she is a lucky gal who I paid to go to dinner without me.” You huffed.

“You paid her to go out to dinner? By herself?”

“Well, we already had reservations, but I told her something came up with work and I had to go in. But she could take the reservation if she wanted, my treat. I’m sure she probably took someone else since it was a reservation for two.”

“So let me get this straight.” Shaun started to laugh, “You paid some random girl to go on your date with someone else?” He was doubled over in laughter by the end of his sentence.

You kicked his shin, “Hey, I was trying to do something nice for someone I stood up… but yeah it does seem like I probably just sent her on a date with someone else.” You started to laugh with him.

“You’re too nice for your own good sometimes.” He patted you on the shoulder. “How about this, after our shift, I’ll take you out for drinks and karaoke, my treat.”

“Well, that would make me feel better.” You grinned at him, leaving his side to help the new guest pulling up.

After the shift, the two of you took a bus to his apartment so he could change out of his uniform. You were going to stop at your house, which was between his apartment and the bar but when you got into his room, a deep blue sweater hanging in his closet pulled your attention to it. You walked into his closet and shut the mirror door over it. Pulling the sweater off the hanger, it was softer than you could ever imagine. You stripped of your uniform top and threw on the sweater. It was so comfortable and after a deep inhale, smelt exactly like Shaun. It was heavenly.

“(Y/N)?” Shaun called out to you, coming out of the bathroom after getting dressed himself. You stepped out of the closet, “Why are you wearing my sweater?” He laughed at your guilty expression as you slowly walked up to him.

“Well, it was just sitting there looking so comfy, I just wanted to try it on, but now that it’s on I’m afraid I’m never going to take it off. It’s too comfy.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, snuggling into the sweater even more.

“It looks good on you.” He smiled.

“It can be our sweater, how’s that sound?” You batted your eyelashes up at him as he threw his head back in laughter.

“Let’s go short stuff before I end up staying here and cuddling. Our sweater isvery cozy, so it’s very tempting.” Him saying he would rather stay home and cuddle with you, and him holding your hand as he pulled you out of his apartment caused you to blush. He let go of your hand to lock his door, turning to you, “Are you blushing?” He chuckled, grazing his fingers over your burning cheeks.

“No, it’s just getting a little warm in this sweater.” You rolled the sleeves up, letting your arms breathe, “There, that’s better.” You lied and turned away to the exit with determination. He just shook his head and chuckled.

You were a few shots deep into your bar night when you couldn’t help but stare at Shaun. ‘Has he always been this pretty?’ you thought to yourself.

“What are you staring at?” He laughed as he set your next drink down. You said nothing but answered him by putting your hand in his hair, “Your hair is so soft. Oh my gosh it’s softer than this sweater.”

“How many drinks have you had?” He burst out laughing, pulling your hand out of his hair and holding it on the table in his own.

“I haven’t had anything to drink.” You slurred as you take a sip of the fruity drink, he put in front of you.

“Mhmmm, and how many fingers am I holding up?” He held up 3 fingers on the hand not holding yours.

“3, now how many am I holding up.” You stuck up your middle finger and stuck your tongue out as he pretended to be hurt and gasped. “I have to pee.” You got up and stumbled your way to the bathroom. It was a pretty simple trip there and back, but when you got out you couldn’t remember where your table with Shaun was. So instead of going to the table you headed up to the stage and picked the first song that stood out to you, “Holding out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler. As the intro music was building up you spoke into the microphone, “This one goes out to that beautiful boy right there.” You pointed vaguely in Shaun’s direction and then burst out into song.

He laughed as he made his way up to the edge of the stage. He was mostly concerned that you’d fall off the stage and land right on your face, but he was really enjoying the performance that you’d likely forget tomorrow. When you finished your song, you held your hand out to meet Shaun’s stretched out one to help you off the stage.

“Oh my gosh, thanks for helping me down. That was like a 20-foot drop. You’re the hero I was holding out for!” You exclaimed as you threw your arms around his neck.

“It’s a stage maybe 3 inches off the ground, but I’ll take the credit I guess.” He pulled back from the hug and grabbed your hand, pulling you back to your seats.

“Oh no, I’m empty.” You pouted when you found nothing in your cup at the table.

“I’ll get us refills. Stay here.” He made his way up to the bar.

You pulled out your phone and opened your texts with Katy,

“OMG KATY THIS REALLY HOT GUY IS GETTING ME A DRINK AT THE BAR. I THINK I MIGHT GET LAID 2NIGHT! 🤪”

“I thought you were at the bar with Shaun?”

“Who’s Shaun?”

Shaun came back to your table and set down your glass.

“Well, hello handsome.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, “Do you come here often?” You leaned your head on your hand, elbow on the table. You were as Katy would describe it to you, “heart-eyeing” him.

“Okay, I’m glad I grabbed you a water.” Shaun chuckled as he took his seat across from you.

His phone lit up with Katy’s contact picture. He answered it, plugging the opposite ear.

“Hello?”

“Hey, are you still with (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Who else are you guys with?”

“No one, why?” his question was met with silence, then a loud laugh from Katy.

“HA! No way, she totally texted me that a hot guy was getting her a drink and she was definitely getting laid tonight. When I asked her if she was still with you she said ‘Who’s Shaun’ and proceeded to stop texting me. She thinks your hot and that you guys are hooking up, this is going better than I thought it would when I called in.”

“Shut up, you’re messing with me.”

“Well, what is she doing right now?”

“She’s staring at me and sighing contently… OH MY GOD SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHO I AM!?” Shaun whisper-yelled into the phone.

“Well of course I know who you are silly! You’re the handsome man who’s sitting across from me and I’m the lucky gal who gets to look at you.” You giggled as you continued to stare at him with a sweet, but glazed over, look.

“Oh my god she’s so far gone.” Katy laughed on the other end.

“What do I do? Have you ever seen her this drunk?” Shaun was beginning to worry that you’d had way past your limit and you were about to get really sick.

“Oh yeah, definitely. All you have to do is bring her home and put her to bed. She’ll be fine, I’ve seen her drunker than this and not get sick.”

“Okay, should I make her coffee or something?”

“She’s allergic to coffee genius.” Katy rolled her eyes.

“Right, right. I knew that. Thanks Katy.” He hung up the phone and got up to grab your stuff.

“Hey where are you going?” You pouted as he walked up to the bar to pay the bill

“I’ll be right back, just wait here for me.” You nodded your head and waited patiently for him to come back.

“We’re going to go home now, alright?” Shaun pulled you out of your seat carefully helping you land on your feet. You nodded your head and yawned, stretching your arms over your head.

“Shaun, I’m too tired to walk.”

“Oh, now you remember who I am?” He chuckled, and you gave him a questioning look,

“Of course, I remember you, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well about 5 minutes ago you didn’t, I brought you a water and I guess it cleared your head enough. Come here.” He bent over enough for you to hop onto his back so he could give you a piggyback ride.

“My hero.” You mumbled into his back, closing your eyes as he started walking out of the building.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Shaun shook his shoulders to wake you up.

“Mhmm?” You moaned.

“Where are your keys?”

You sighed and climbed off his back, reaching into your purse, you handed the keys to him. He grabbed your hand and led you up to your porch, unlocking the front door and bringing you inside. He locked the door behind him and picked you up bridal style. Your head lolled into his chest as he carried you to your bedroom. He put you down on the bed, pulling the covers up and over you.

“Shaun…” You let your hand reach up to pull his arm back to you.

“What’s up?” He looked at you with concern.

“Can you help me take my pants off?” You laughed, and he blushed.

“Uh… yeah, sure.” Once he pulled back the covers, he realized why you asked. He hadn’t realized you were still in your dress pants from work. He went to unhook the buttons and slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them into your hamper across the room. He pulled the covers back up to your chin and laughed as you happily took them and snuggled farther into the bed. He went to leave again but you stopped him yet again, “Shaun…”

“Yes?”

“Will you stay with me?”

“I was going to crash on the couch. I’ll be right outside, holler if you need something okay?”

“No… will you stay in here with me?” You opened your eyes for the first time since you got into your house. You gave him a puppy dog pout that made him melt.

“I can set up some couch cushions on the floor I guess…” he began looking around the floor to find a big enough space for him.

“No… Shaun… just come here.” You pulled him onto the bed and scooted over, pulling the covers over him. He hesitated for a second, body freezing, but when you snuggled your body into his side, he quickly melted under your touch. Not strong enough to fight off sleep any longer.

Shaun sighed as he woke up, he forgot to set his alarm last night. He probably was going to be late for work. He opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar bedding surrounding him. It then hit him that he was not alone. He was holding onto someone. Looking down, he saw your peaceful face resting into his chest. Your breath fanning over him, tickling him. ‘When did I take my shirt off?’ He thought as he quickly realized why it tickled. He looked under the covers slowly, trying not to wake you, ‘When did I take my pants off?!’ He questioned himself in alarm as he realized he was snuggled up to you in just underwear. He slowly leaned up on his elbow to look around them. Your pants and bra were thrown haphazardly towards your hamper and his shirt, pants, and socks laid at the end of the bed. He laid back on his side and looked down at his current position with you. He had his hand resting on your back underneath his sweater. Your legs tangled with his, and your hands cupping under your face that was cuddled up into his chest still. He couldn’t help the giant grin that plastered his face. He’s wanted to be with you like this for years. He’s wanted to be able to hold you close when he wakes up, to be able to kiss your forehead as you wake up, smiling up at him. He’s wanted to feel how soft your skin is, how gentle your lips rest against his skin. He’s got goose bumps all over his body as he realizes just how warm you are. He started rubbing circles on your back, trying to wake you up.

“Mhmm. That feels nice.” You smiled into his skin. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at him, “See, isn’t this so much better than sleeping on the couch?”

“This is way better.” He kissed your hairline.

“I hope you know when I said this is our sweater, I meant I’m never giving it back.”

“You look better in it anyway.” He shrugged, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, getting a good look at you, ‘Oh yeah, way better in it.’ He thought to himself as he blushed thinking about beautiful you were and how lucky he is right now in this moment.

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[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

Insecure

Summary: Spencer and Reader are both a little uncomfortable with the idea of having sex

A/N: I firmly believe that dry humping shouldn’t just be for horny teens <3

Pairing: Virgin!Spencer Reid x Virgin!Fem!Reader 

Category: Smut, Fluff

Warnings/Includes: cursing, smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, grinding, dry humping,  please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 1.9k

Masterlist

Requests Filled:

“I may have asked you this before but I’m not actually too sure if I just thought about it or if I actually sent it so I’ll resend to be safe (I have Dory’s memory I promise I’m not trying to be pushy) But could you write a blurb about riding sub!spencer’s thigh bc he’s not sure if he’s ready to lose his virginity and he gets so worked up he cums in his underwear (idk if you’re comfortable with that so please ignore this if you aren’t no pressure at all just lots of love) xx

Hi Ellie! I'm a new anon to your blog and I have a blurb request about the grinding on spencer gif you recently reposted. Maybe y/n and spencer are "in the mood" but y/n has never done "it" before but she still wants to get spencer and herself off so they dry hump in their underwear because that's as far as she's comfortable with going. I'm sorry if this is worded weird I've never requested smut before. Also can I please be the 💜 anon?”

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It wasn’t like they’d done nothing. But there was something about sex that felt like such a bold step. He knew she was inexperienced too, which sort of helped ease his nerves whenever he thought about it for too long. He just hoped that the whole thing freaked her out as much as it freaked him out really, but he still just found himself a little too shy to say anything about it. Instead opting for awkward and abrupt ends to make-out sessions, or cuddles, or dates, for fear that it would spiral into something he wasn’t exactly ready for.

That didn’t mean he didn’t want to. In some paradoxical way it still turned him on, and whenever he’d leave and make a break for the bathroom in the middle of a make-out session on his couch he’d more often than not find himself with his hand around his cock, pumping himself to the thought of her. He wasn’t sure what was so intimidating about it to be honest.

But she never seemed to say anything about it, so he sort of thought he might be in the clear about the whole thing. Even though deep down he knew that’s not how relationships or communication worked. So he’s both surprised and unsurprised when he shows up at her front door with take out and she’s wearing a robe with what looks like little else underneath. A far cry from her usual comfy clothes that he’d grown so fond of.

“Hey Spence” she says with a nervous smile, and he just stands there dumbfounded, staring at her like he’s never seen her before.

“Oh— I— um, hi!” he mumbles out, forcing himself back to reality as she steps aside to let him into her apartment. “I brought food” he says, leaving it down on the coffee table and all of a sudden having no idea what he’s supposed to do with his hands.

“Spence, I wanted to talk to you about something” she says, looking almost as nervous as he does, bracing herself as she sits down on the couch and beckons him to sit beside her.

“What is it?” he gulps down the lump in his throat before he speaks, preparing himself for the conversation he’s been dreading.

“I don’t really know how to phrase this but, um, I don’t think I’m ready to have sex yet” she blurts out, her arms crossing over her chest, defending and comforting herself as she speaks, her eyes looking anywhere but his.

“That’s alright” he smiles, reaching out a hand and placing it on the side of her face, gently tilting so that she has to look at him, “Me neither”

Saying it out loud feels like a huge weight has been lifted from his chest, he feels lighter than he ever thought possible as she looks in his eyes and they’re filled with a similar ease.

“You’re not just saying that?” she asks, hopeful, and he shakes his head.

“No, god no! I’ve been so worried that you were going to get annoyed, or impatient, or freaked out by me. I just didn’t know how to tell you that I wasn’t ready for that yet. And don’t get me wrong, I do want to… eventually, and I think you’re so pretty, just not, now.”

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear that Spence” she lunges forward and pulls him into a tight hug, and his hands pull her in instinctively, spreading out against her back. As he feels the smooth satin beneath his fingertips he has a thought.

“If that’s what you wanted to tell me, then what’s this about?” he asks, pulling back so that he can cast his gaze over her robe again, lingering a little longer this time, letting his eyes trail along her bare legs that stretch out beneath it.

“I don’t know if this was a stupid plan or not. But I wanted to prove to you that I do still want to be with you. And just because I’m not comfortable with sex yet doesn’t mean I’m not comfortable doing other things with you?”

“Oh” his breath catches in his throat, maybe it’s nerves, or just anticipation but he can feel the heat rising in his face, “Like, um, like what… things?”

“You’re not allowed laugh” she says, taking her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, and he smiles at her.

“Never”

“I know it’s a real ‘teenage’ activity but I thought we could both get off together if we dry humped?” his eyes go wide at her suggestion, because it’s perfect and he’s nodding before his lips can even think about forming words.

“Yes, yeah! That’s a great idea” and then she’s grinning at him and he’s grinning back before they’ve even really touched each other. “How do we start?”

She takes a moment to consider before speaking, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but maybe if you took off your clothes so we’re both in our underwear?”

“But you’re not—” before he can finish his sentence her hands have pulled at the tie keeping her robe together and it drapes open on either side, revealing the rest of her body clad in nothing but a white lingerie set. He has to force himself to start breathing again before he can do anything else. But once he does he’s standing up and making his way out of his clothes in an uncoordinated rush.

When he sits back down on the couch in only his boxers she wastes no time climbing into his lap, one leg either side of his thigh, her knee nestled in against his crotch. The pressure is immediate and he can’t stifle the moan that falls from his lips.

“Take this off baby” he moans, his hands coming up to push her robe off of her shoulders until she can shrug out of it, discarding it on the floor. “Fuck” he whispers at the unobstructed view, his hands ghosting along her sides with almost ticklish amounts of pressure.

While his hands are occupied and he's just a little distracted, she dives in to kiss him. Her lips a little rough against his from the excitement but he doesn’t seem to mind, opening his mouth in response to let her tongue in. They stay like that for a few moments, hands roaming over bare skin, tugging gently at hair, moaning against each others mouths.

It takes an embarrassingly little amount of time before they’re both desperate and aching, and she can’t help the way she grinds down against his thigh, resting her hands on either one of his shoulders for support.

“Does that feel good baby?” he asks when her lips break apart from his own to let out a gasp.

“Uh huh” she moans, her lips hanging open, soft and swollen from kissing his own.

“Why don’t you come a little closer?” he whispers, tightening his grip on her waist and pulling her in tighter so that her knee is pressed up against his bulge, pushing closer with each soft rock of her hips.

“Fuck” he whimpers, his head falling backwards to land on the back of couch, giving in to the overwhelming sensation. If it was ever possible for something to feel too good, this was it, he cursed himself for knowing it wasn’t going to last long. And then she started to kiss his exposed throat and he knew he was fucked.

His hands began to dig in tighter against her waist, both guiding her movements and letting out some tension. “You’re gonna kill me” he forces out as she begins to gasp and moan between the soft kisses she leaves along his neck.

“Sorry, it just feels so good” she chuckles a little as he tries to bring his head back up so he can look at her, admire her. She was always so beautiful, but somehow even more so like this. With her hair just a little messy, her eyes full of lust, her face and chest lightly coated with sweat in a way that made her look like she was glowing. It was all so perfect that he couldn’t be more thankful for his memory in that moment.

“Are you close baby?” he asks and she can only nod, her breath coming out in harsh pants as she tries to move her hips with some sort of rhythm. So he decides to concentrate his efforts on her in an attempt to slow himself down.

Holding her still with his grip he starts to move his thigh, alternating between shaking it so that it vibrates, and pushing it up in a very harsh and deliberate grid against her now soaking wet panties.

“Oh fuck, Spencer!” she whimpers, trying to steadying herself against his shoulders without much success. “I’m so close—uh—”

“Cum for me baby” he soothes while keeping his movements forceful until she’s almost doubled over on top of him, collapsing against his chest with a loud and desperate moan of his name. And he can feel the soaking fabric against his thigh and the idea that he’s the one that’s responsible for it has him throbbing.

But he waits. he waits for her to regain her breath and sit back up from her resting position against his chest. But she’s way ahead of him, and he can feel a hand pressing up against the fabric of his boxers, squeezing gently, but it’s more than enough stimulation to have him squirming.

“Shit Spence, you’re so hard” she groans, sitting up finally so that she can look at his blush covered face and neck.

“It’s ‘cause of you” he manages to mumble out as her hand begins to move, squeezing and pressing against his bulge, spurred on by each desperate little whine.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” she asks, her other hand coming up to knot in his hair, tilting his face so that he’s looking up at her, just in time to nod. And then he’s cumming, warm and messy inside of his boxers. Something about the feeling against her hand has her almost good to go again.

Spencer’s eyes close as he turns a brighter shade of red, his mouth hanging open in a little ‘o’ shape as he comes down from his high. When he finally returns to Earth to find her still perched in his lap he can hardly believe any of what’s just happened is real.

“So that’s what I was missing out on in high school?” he chuckles, his hands coming back up to graze her sides softly again as she smiles down at him.

“We’ll make up for plenty of lost time together. And we can take as long as we need.” she leans in and presses her lips softly to his. And even though he still didn’t feel comfortable with sex, he knew he felt comfortable with her.

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Sex With Bucky Barnes · NSFW HCs

*xFemale!Reader || This gif does things to me. . . ❤︎

It all began one night with the question: “Bucky, when was the last time you had sex?”

He’s not really a fan of foreplay, he knows what he wants and doesn’t care much for an introduction to it, but he’ll let you have your fun. It’s surprisingly easy to turn him on, and you absolutely know when you have. More often than not he gets cranky, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at you when you tease him. To which you give him a pouty look and talk to him in your sweetest voice, “awww, what’s wrong?” Bucky just looks away from you trying not to smirk at this little game you’re playing, he slides his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Tell me what you want?” you continue, stroking his jawline, he reluctantly looks at you, “you know what I want” he says with a head tilt and an eyebrow raise.

↳ regarding foreplay on his part though he’s the king of undressing you with his eyes. With a look and a lip bite, you know exactly what he’s thinking. After a party or event you’ll say “I cannot believe you were looking at me like that!” / “Like what?” He says laughing slightly, while shrugging. Turning on your heel you find him giving you the exact same look, “like that,” you sigh, already falling for it.

Lingerie kink— you had no idea until you bought yourself a cute sheer 1940s Hollywood robe for fun. You tried it on over your normal lingerie, when Bucky walked in. It literally left him stuttering and speechless, even though you weren’t even trying to be seductive. “What? This does it?” you smiled over to him, casually turning to face him with your hands on your hips, Bucky tried to compose himself, but only responded with a barely steady “yeah-” and a harsh swallow.

Against the wall, it’s kind of a signature thing he does leading up to sex. At some point you’ll be pushed against a wall. He loves it when you wrap your legs around his waist, and he just holds you there easily with one arm wrapped around you, keeping you between him and the wall- absolutely giving you the make out of your life. 

↳ sometimes he stays there for a little, reaching a hand down between your thighs while he has your hips pinned against the wall with his. He loves it when he can literally feel you holding onto his biceps to keep yourself standing.

At first it was relatively traditional style, and you couldn’t complain, you love the weight of him between your hips. Squeezing your knees against his sides, his chest grazing against yours with every thrust, scratching your nails down his back, him burying his face against the side of your neck- it’s pretty damn perfect. But he definitely surprised you with what else he knew and what he was up for.

Name kink, while he loves hearing you say his name of any kind. He especially loves it when you add in “Serg” (Sergeant) or when you call him by his first name: James. Typically you’ll either call him by a nickname (including: baby, honey) or by Bucky. It’s really only when you’re desperately clinging to him feeling your orgasm building, when you’re in the middle of it, or coming down from your high that you call him James, which makes it all the more special. 

From behind, he’ll keep his metal arm across you, either just above or below your chest, holding onto your opposite shoulder with his hand, keeping your shoulder blades pressed back against his chest. The tips of his hair brush against the top of your shoulder while he kisses up the side of your neck. Jaw dropping and left breathless from getting railed, you attempt to dig your nails against his metal forearm.

↳ again, sometimes he reaches his free hand to the front of your hip, either keeping them in place, helping with the pace, or he’ll slide his hand down to rub circles around your clit. With the coldness of the metal making your skin shiver, the pressure his fingertips are applying, and the sweet spot he’s found inside you, all you can do is drop your head back against his chest, lips parting as you breathe his name. 

Loves biting your lips. First, he adores kissing you, he swears he could kiss you for hours. Secondly, he’s super dominant with his kisses, always the one asserting who’s in charge via them. He slips his tongue along the inside of your bottom lip, or he traces the curve of your top lip with his tongue. But most of all, he nips at your lips constantly. You’ve gotten more bruises on your lips than you can count. 

↳ during sex, in the middle of a kiss, he’ll massage your bottom lip gently between his teeth, before tugging a little harder, and finally letting go when he sighs a curse from the incredible way you’re making him feel.

Kisses, receiving: Bucky loooves the sensation of your lips against his skin. Hickeys are a huge turn on for him, anywhere on his body. When you work your mouth down his chest and abs, he kind of loses it. His body shivers under your warm lips and it gets him to a place of pleasure pretty fast. With a “fuck- babe,” escaping his smiling lips, shocked himself at how turned on he is, he brings you up to sit on his lap.

↳ the side of his neck and collarbones are also sweet spots for him. When you’re on top, you make sure to trail kisses down his neck and along his collarbone, making him drop his head back, only giving you more access to his neck. These are not gentle kisses, it’s open mouth, sloppy hot kisses. He breathes an “oh my g-” but can’t even finish his sentence between the sensation of you riding him and your mouth.

Praise kink, giving. He can’t help but compliment you. Whispering it in your ear or breathing it against your neck he gives sooo much praise. In fact he’s even told you he never knew sex could feel so incredible until he met you.

Literally the best and most intense orgasms you’ve ever had in your life. You can’t explain it, maybe it’s because he’s enhanced, but you swear he know how to just keep hitting that spot. And your pleasure isn’t over in just a matter of seconds, these orgasms last minutes!

Aftercare, he’s actually the shy one after sex. It brings out a lot of emotions he’s been trained and traumatized to keep hidden and repressed, while it’s not a bad thing in the moment, some recovery time / patient affection is needed afterwards. Usually resulting in him resting his head against your chest arms still wrapped around you, his ribs between your legs, as you both relax down from your highs. He’ll nuzzle against the base of your neck, as you play with his hair, soothingly rubbing his back.

[marauders-venting]

Pardon My French

pairing: wolfstar (sirius x remus)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

words: 3556

note: thank you to @ probably_wizardingworld_artist on instagram for helping me translate things into french. also i got some of the lines that sirius says from this website https://www.fluentu.com/blog/french/french-pick-up-lines/

a/n: if you dont speak french (like me) dont look up a translation! everything will be clear by the end of the fic and its more fun if you find out along with remus. i mean, i cant really stop you if you want to translate the sentences but thats just my advice :)

Remus was sitting in the library, a French to English dictionary open on his lap, sighing in frustration as he flipped through the pages. For the past couple of weeks, Sirius had taken to murmuring things in French under his breath and it drove Remus crazy that he didn’t know what they meant. He had asked Sirius on several occasions but Sirius always refused to tell him. But the fact that he didn’t understand the words wasn’t the only reason it drove him crazy when Sirius spoke French. It’s not Remus’ fault that Sirius sounds really hot when his lips curve around the words in “the language of love”.

Remus tries not to think about it but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult because every time they’re alone together Sirius seems to find something to say in French (if only to piss Remus off).

The last time Sirius had said something in French to him had been last weekend. It was the first sunny weekend since the winter and Marlene had suggested that they all go down to the lake for a swim.

Remus’ brain could barely form a single coherent thought from the moment Sirius took off his shirt; he was too busy trying not to stare. He remembered jumping into the lake and trying to get warm by swimming to the far side, away from all his friends. Sirius had followed him to make sure he was okay.

“I’m fine,” he had said, smiling slightly at Sirius. “Just cold.”

“Oh okay,” Sirius said, looking relieved. He had glanced back at their friends before whispering, “On devrait t’arrêter pour excès de beauté sur la voie publique” and submerging his head in the water and swimming back to James, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary and Alice. Remus had felt a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

Then there was the time that Sirius had skipped Quidditch practice to visit Remus in the hospital wing after a particularly bad full moon. James, being the captain, had been able to delay the practice so that he and Peter could come to visit as well but they had to practice for the game the following day. James had to be at the practice because he was the captain and Peter had to be there because they didn’t have another Keeper to fill in. But James had given Sirius permission to stay with Remus (which showed just how terrible he felt that he couldn’t stay as well). They watched a bit of the practice from the hospital wing but Remus was getting frustrated, having to stay in a hospital bed for so long. So, after clearing it with Madam Pomfrey, Sirius helped Remus climb all the way to the Astronomy Tower. They sat up there watching the sunset when Sirius said, “Il y a tellement de soleil dans tes yeux que je bronze quand tu me regardes.”

“Ugh, do you make it your life goal to patronize me?” Remus had said.

“Of course, Moony, what else would I live for?”

“Are you ever going to stop doing that?” he asked.

“Probably not,” Sirius had replied, grinning at him. “It’s too much fun.”

“Why do you even bother?” Remus said. “You know I don’t understand a single word of what you’re saying. Why don’t you go talk to someone who speaks French?”

“Because then they’d know what I was saying,” Sirius replied simply. He had refused to answer any more of his questions.

Remus had needed to spend that night in the hospital wing again. All night, Sirius’ voice rang through his head but every time he tried to make something coherent of it, actually words or letters or even sounds, he couldn’t. He could never remember what Sirius had said long enough to actually look it up or ask anyone.

But lately, Remus had noticed that Sirius had been repeating the same sentence in French practically every day. He recognises the sound of the words in Sirius’ mouth.

So today, Remus waited until he was alone with Sirius, waited for Sirius to say what Remus knew he would. And when he did Remus repeated the words in his head a million times until he remembered them. And now Remus was in the library and looking up the words in a dictionary. 

He knew that he could’ve gone to Lily and asked her to translate it for him but he didn’t want to. He knows it’s stupid but he feels like this is something that Sirius is saying to him and only to him. Remus had never heard Sirius whisper in French to anyone else. And as much as Remus pretended to be annoyed by it, he actually liked that he had this with Sirius. He liked that they had something that was just their own. And even though it was probably nothing, he didn’t want to share it with Lily right now.

Chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi. That was the sentence. Remus looked up each word individually and came to the conclusion that he must have heard wrong or maybe the words were spelt differently to how they were pronounced. Because there was no way in hell that Sirius had said these words to him. It was impossible. Right? Remus didn’t know. And he knew that the only way he could be sure was by asking Lily. He had asked Sirius a million times to no avail. And he needs to know what Sirius has been saying to him, especially now that there’s a chance… No, Remus tells himself, you just translated wrong. Don’t get your hopes up. So Remus gives in. He’d rather ask Lily and find out what Sirius has been saying to him every day for the last month than keep this to himself without even understanding it.

“Hey Lily,” he started, getting her attention. Remus had waited until the two of them were alone, just in case he had translated right. Which he hadn’t. He knows he translated it wrong. But he’d still rather nobody knew about it. “What does ‘chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi’ mean?” He fumbled across the words a bit, hearing how terrible his pronunciation was. Lily looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

“Where on earth did you hear that sentence?” she asked.

“I read it somewhere,” Remus lied easily. “So what does it mean?”

“It means ‘every day, I fall more in love with you.’” Remus’ jaw dropped open. “Remus, who told you they’re in love with you?”

“What? Nobody! What makes you think someone said that to me?”

“You said that you read that sentence somewhere but if you had read it, you would have no idea how to pronounce it. Besides the look on your face when I told you what it means is more than enough. So who was it?”

“None of your business,” he said. “But y–you’re kidding, right? That’s not actually what it means. Right?”

“No, I’m not kidding, Rem. That’s what it means,” she replied, laughing at the look on his face. “Come on, tell me who it was.”

“No fucking way,” Remus said. “Besides, they’re probably joking. I mean… no, they’re definitely joking.” Lily shrugged.

“Just ask them,” she said. “And then you have to tell me who your secret admirer is.” She poked him in the side.

“Stooooop,” he said, jumping away from her and laughing against his will. “I’m going.” He got up and started walking away.

“Have fun with your mystery lover,” she called after him without looking back. Remus rolled his eyes but his mind was racing. So apparently he hadn’t been wrong. That was what Sirius had said to him. What does this even mean? He’s teasing you, said a voice in his head, like always. Sirius doesn’t love you. Not like that. But he said he does. Don’t be stupid. Sirius isn’t in love with you. He’s joking. Like always.

The next time Sirius said it, they were in the Room of Requirement. Sirius had ambushed Remus in the middle of his prefect rounds with Lily levitating a cardboard box in midair. Typical. He had practically given Remus a heart attack by interrupting his conversation with Lily, leaving Remus to wonder just how much of the conversation he had overheard.

“So have you talked to your mystery French lover yet?” Lily had teased. Remus groaned.

“No, I haven’t,” he said. “And I probably won’t.”

“Why not?” Lily demanded. “They’re being very romantic, Remus, you should at least appreciate their effort.”

“I’d appreciate it more if they’d just tell me what the fuck they want instead of sending me coded messages that they know I don’t understand,” Remus grumbled.

“Moonyyyyy,” Sirius said, coming up from behind him. Remus jumped, turning around, heart racing in his chest.

“Sirius? What are you doing here?” he asked. “You know it’s after hours, right?” Sirius snorted.

“Yes, Remus, I am fully aware of the fact that I’m breaking a school rule,” he said, smirking.

“Are you aware that technically Remus and I have to turn you in?” Lily said.

“Ah, but do you really plan on doing that, Evans?” Sirius asked.

“That depends,” she replied. “Why are you here?”

“Right,” Sirius remembered, then he turned to Remus. “James forgot to put this box with the rest of the stuff for tomorrow so I said I’d take it. And you’re coming with me.”

“Remind me why again?” Remus said.

“Moony, come on, don’t make me go alone. I’ll be lonely,” Sirius pouted.

“You are insufferable, did you know that?”

“And yet, you’ve tolerated me for 6 years now.”

“Yeah, the keyword there is ‘tolerated’,” Remus said, rolling his eyes. “Lils…” he started, turning to her.

“Nope,” she said before he could even ask. “No way. You are not leaving me to do these rounds alone because then I’ll die of boredom. So unless you want me to tell McGonagall that your planning something for tomorrow, you’re going to finish this floor with me and then I’ll go back to the common room and you can do whatever the fuck you want.”

“Evans…” Sirius pouted.

“Nope, that’s non-negotiable, Black. Also, do I want to ask?” She gestured to the hovering box.

“The less you know, the better,” he said. “Although, I would avoid the classrooms near the dungeons tomorrow if I were you.” She nodded and Remus thought he saw her smile slightly for a second.

“You go on, I’ll catch up,” he said to Sirius, knowing that Lily’s mind would not be changed. He couldn’t blame her. He wouldn’t have let her leave him to finish this chore alone either. She was right, it was painstakingly boring. Which is why he would much rather be with Sirius. But it was only fair that he finished tonight’s rounds with her; she did cover for him around the full moon, after all.

Sirius pouted but knew better than to argue and turned to go to the Room of Requirement. Remus watched him and he disappeared up a flight of stairs. Only then did he notice Lily was smirking at him.

“What?” he asked, sounding a bit defensive.

“So Sirius is your secret French admirer?” she said.

“W–What?” he spluttered. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, for one, the look on your face when he showed up right behind us while we were talking about your mystery lover,” Lily said. “It was the look people make when you’ve just been talking about someone and then they show up and you’re worried that they may have overheard you.”

“That… is a very specific look,” Remus said, avoiding the question she was asking.

“Then you smiled at him when you called him insufferable,” she said.

“So?”

“So it was one of those I’m-smiling-at-you-while-I’m-teasing-you-cause-I’m-secretly-in-love-with-you smiles.”

“Again, that's a very specific expression,” he said.

“Look, I know you like him, so will you just admit it already?”

“Why? What good would that information do you? It’s for me to worry about and for Sirius to never discover, ever.”

“Remus, you’re kidding, right?” she said. “Sirius literally told you that he loves you, in French no less.”

“Exactly, Lily. In French. If he actually meant it, why would he say it in a language that he knows I don’t understand? He just knew that I would look it up and he wanted to make some joke.”

“I really don’t think so, Remus,” Lily said, shaking her head. “I think he really loves you.”

“He doesn’t,” Remus said. “He can’t. Not like that.”

“Remus, do you love him?” she asked. Remus closed his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I love him.”

“So why are you doing this to yourself? Just ask him what he meant when he said it. You don’t even have to tell him anything, just ask him what he meant.”

“But… what if he says it was a joke?”

“First of all, I don’t think he will,” Lily said. “But if he does, that’s what you’re expecting, isn’t it? It won’t be a surprise or anything.”

“I know, I know, I just…” Remus sighed and looked away from her. “I don’t think I’m ready to hear him say it. To be properly rejected.”

“Oh, Rem,” she said. They had reached the end of the corridor and Lily stopped to hug him. “Obviously I’m not going to make you do anything. You know what I think. Go find Sirius now, he’ll be waiting for you. Do what you think is right.”

“Yeah,” Remus said, hugging her back. “Yeah, okay.” So Lily went in the direction of the common room and Remus went to the Room of Requirement.

He found Sirius sitting with his back against the wall, the box beside him.

“You’re an idiot,” Remus told him, trying to put the conversation with Lily out of his mind. “You’re practically begging to get caught.” Sirius shrugged.

“I was waiting for you,” he said. “Come on, let’s go in.” They paced back and forth in front of the wall three times. We need a place to hide our things, Remus thought. A door appeared and Sirius opened it, leading the box in with his wand. They had been here before to hide loads of things. The room was pretty cluttered from years of students dumping their things in it but they knew where exactly to hide the box so that they’d be able to find it tomorrow when they needed it. Remus followed Sirius through aisles upon aisles of junk, looking at all the broken, discarded things people threw in here.

They found the corner where they’d left everything else and Sirius added the box to the rest of the pile.

“Are we done here?” Remus asked.

“Yep, we can leave now,” Sirius said. They had started walking back towards the door when Remus heard Sirius say it from behind him.

“Chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi.” Remus turns to him and stops him in his tracks.

“Pads, why do you keep saying that? Who are you talking to?”

“Remus, you are aware that you’re the only one here right? I’m talking to you.”

“Then why… why are you—?”

“I know, I know, you don’t understand French,” Sirius says. “That’s why it's fun. It’s amusing to know something that you don’t, for once.”

“Sirius… I know what that sentence means,” Remus says quietly. Sirius’ neck snaps up.

“What?”

“I know what that sentence means,” Remus repeats.

“No, you don’t,” Sirius says, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I do. I asked Lily after the last time you said it. She translated for me.”

“Fuck, I didn’t know Lily could speak French,” Sirius says, rubbing a hand over his face. “So… so this whole time you’ve known what I’m saying? So you know that I… you know that I… oh god, Remus I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to… I was just…” Sirius starts to back away, shaking his head and looking anywhere but at Remus. Remus reaches out and grabs his hand.

“Don’t go,” Remus says. “Sirius. Is it a joke? Are you making a joke? Actually, no, don’t tell me. Cause if it’s a joke I’d rather you bury me under all the crap in this room and spare me the pain.”

“What?”

“It’s not a joke, is it?” Remus asked, a pleading look in his eyes.

“No,” Sirius said, softly. “It’s not a joke. I’m sorry, Remus, I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh,” Remus said, pressing a finger to Sirius’ lips. “Sirius,” Remus tucked Sirius’ hair behind his ear. Remus was vaguely aware of Sirius stepping towards him, towards his touch. “I love you, too.” Sirius gapes at him

“Really?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” Remus says. He’s still holding Sirius’ hand. He pulls Sirius closer and lets his other hand graze Sirius’ cheek.

“Puis-je t'embrasser?” Sirius whispers.

“Pads, I… I don’t know what that means.” Sirius lets out a small laugh and looks down at the floor. Then he looks back up at Remus, his grey eyes glistening in the last sliver of sunlight. He’s biting his lip.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” Remus says, without thinking. He feels the blush blooming on his cheeks but Sirius is already kissing him, rising on his tip-toes to make his lips reach Remus’. Remus feels electric currents dancing around his body, unable to contain the excitement. He’s kissing Sirius. Sirius is kissing him back. Sirius loves him. Sirius loves him in the same way that he loves Sirius. Sirius is snaking his hands around Remus’ waist pulling him closer. Sirius’ hair is soft, tangled between his fingers. Sirius is here, in his arms, and it’s everything Remus has been wanting and more.

“Wait, so now can you tell me everything you’ve been saying in French the whole time?” They’re sitting in the same large armchair, hands still linked together, legs tucked against their chests, knees and thighs and hips pressed together. Remus is very aware of every point where his skin is making contact with Sirius’. He’s counting them.

They found the armchair in the Room of Requirement; it’s unclear to them whether the chair is something that’s been dumped in the room by somebody else or if the room conjured it up because they were looking for it. 

Neither one of them wants to go back to the common room yet. Remus doesn’t want to see Lily’s smirk and to have to admit she was right at the moment. He’ll do that tomorrow. Right now, all he wants is to be with Sirius. To press little kisses to his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, his lips just because he can.

“Oh god,” Sirius says, burying his face in between Remus’ shoulder and the back of the armchair. “It’s like you want me to embarrass myself.”

“This surprises you?” Remus kisses the corner of his mouth. Then his jaw. Then his neck. Just because he can. “Please.”

“Ah fine,” Sirius gives in. “Um, what do you want to know?”

“What did you say that day at the lake?” Remus asks.

“Oh that. I said, ‘on devrait t’arrêter pour excès de beauté sur la voie publique’. It means uh… ugh, you’re going to laugh at me for this. It means ‘you should be arrested for excessive beauty in public’,” Sirius said, blushing. Remus rolled his eyes but he felt his cheeks heat too. He smiles a little.

“What about that day on the Astronomy Tower?” he continues.

“Ugh,” Sirius buries his face in his hands. “You’re trying to kill me. I said, ‘il y a tellement de soleil dans tes yeux que je bronze quand tu me regardes’. Which means, uh… ‘there’s so much sun in your eyes that I get a tan when you look at me.’”

“You’re quite the poet, aren’t you?” Remus smiles. “And what about tonight?”

“I thought you said you knew what that meant,” Sirius says. “Or were you bluffing the whole time?”

“No, I know what it means,” Remus says. “I just want to hear you say it. In English this time, please.”

“So demanding,” Sirius teases. “I’ve said it in French a million times already and you want me to say it in English? What difference does it make?”

“Well, none to you, you speak both languages.”

“Oh, alright,” Sirius says. It’s the first time Remus has seen his face really go red. He decides he likes it. “Every day I fall more in love with you.” Remus can’t hide his smile, nor does he want to, as he leans in to kiss Sirius. He brushes his lips against Sirius’ timidly before connecting them, his hand caressing Sirius’ cheek. Remus loses count of the points of contact between him and Sirius as their bodies melt together and Remus worries that he’s about to wake up from a dream. But when he feels Sirius’ hand gently tracing the scars on his hand he knows that this is real, that Sirius can really love him. Sirius does love him.

People come to the Room of Requirement to throw things away, to hide things that they don’t want anybody else to know about, to leave things they never want to see again. But that night, Remus didn’t just leave something in the Room of Requirement. He found something, too.

[ramzawrites]

I've always liked the idea of eastern dragons, long bodied and often aquatic in nature. And ever since the movie Raya and the Last Dragon came out, I've only grown more enamored with them.

Then came the idea of the Sleepy Bois with a water dragon hybrid reader. I don't know, I just thought it'd be fun to see Phil freak out about a mystical dragon hybrid, Techno chilling out with another hybrid friend, and Tommy challenging this water dragon warrior to a fight. It could just be me, but I thought it would make a fun request.

And for fun, this water dragon hybrid wields a trident for a weapon, cuz you know, ocean n stuff.

A Dragon Friend - Reader and SBI

GN

Pairings: None

Characters included: Philza, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade, Tommyinnit

Warnings: none

Series: a request :)

Summary: Wilbur brings home a new friend so his family can meet them. To Phil’s shock it is a Dragon Hybrid, just one of the rarest kind of people out there that tend to stay away from society. No big deal really. Then again of course Wilbur managed to befriend them.

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Authors Note: I am not too knowledgeable on easter Dragons so I generalized it more into the Dragons I know of, I hope this is fine :0

Wilbur threw open the gate that led into the front yard of his home.

Philza was currently kneeling in the dirt as he took care of the growing vegetables and other plants. It was his little hobby to take care of these plants, though he isn’t the only one who took care of them. Technoblade, the oldest child of his, begun taking interest in this little hobby of his as well. Though right now Philza was working alone. His clothes covered in dirt but still wearing gloves that protected his hands from it.

As he looked up, curious why suddenly the gate crashed shut, he could see an incredibly happy looking Wilbur standing in front of another teen.

He had to do a double take as he realizes who was standing next to him. Blue scales were growing along their jawline, sneaking at times into the face and going down their throat and arms. Ending at their fingertips. Philza also managed to spot unmistakably gills at the side of their throat, now closed shut due to them being in the air.

Though the thing that was probably the biggest give away to their nature was the long, elegant tail behind their legs. Swishing around nervously in the air. It was mesmerizing to see the scales moving around and glinting in the sun.

On their back was a shining and sharp looking Trident. The bright and colorful shine alone gave him idea enough of how incredibly well enchanted the weapon must be.

Philza threw his gloves off and walked closer to Wilbur, his face contorted into a mix of shock and worry while Wilbur looked like he just had the best day in a long while. For some reason he couldn’t help but suspect that Wilbur must have done something.

“Hey, dad! I wanna show you my new friend!”

“Friend? What do you mean friend?”

He needed to know more. During his travels he has only met a few Dragon Hybrids since they liked to keep to themselves. It was rare to meet one and he was pretty sure it was near to impossible to get them to leave their clan to follow someone else around like this. Knowing Wilbur something must have happened, then again, he was quite charismatic and has surprised Philza before with his people skills.

Wilbur nodded enthusiastically “Yes! This is Y/N and they are my cool friend! We met a few weeks ago.”

Well, that explained why he suddenly visited the ocean so often.

Y/N took a step forward and gave Phil a quick nod as a greeting “Hello, I hope this isn’t a bad time. Wilbur just told me so much about his family that I couldn’t help but be curious. He just wanted to help me satisfy my own curiosity towards people on the outside.”

And here was the explanation why they just followed Wilbur like this. They were curios and not afraid enough to follow up on it.

“Ah, okay. It’s, uh, fine. My name is Philza. Nice to meet you Y/N.”

It was obvious that Phil was still trying to wrap his head around this situation. It just kind of felt unreal and yet it just made sense. This family and the world were already so Ender damned weird, this might as well happen.

Wilbur didn’t seem to be bothered by his father’s clear confusion “Where are Techno and Tommy, by the way? Are they home?”

Phil slowly nodded “Yeah. Both should be in the house.”

“Thanks, Dad. Let’s go Y/N! You have to meet my brothers as well!”

He then grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled them along towards the old but sturdy wooden door that led into their home.

Before Wilbur could open it though Phil yelled out one more thing towards Y/N “If any of my sons are too much or just generally annoying don’t hesitate to get me, I also give you full permission to just tell them off.”

Y/N couldn’t give him an answer though since Wilbur just opened up the door and dragged them in but at this point they were used to Wilbur and taking the charge like this at times so all they did was follow along.

“Your father seems nice, even if a bit sur-“ but Y/N couldn’t finish the sentence. Wilbur pressed his finger against his lips, giving them the sign to be quiet. They were confused but begun following Wilbur as he slowly opened up a door to what Y/N assumed to be the living room.

In the middle of a couch, with his back turned towards the door, sat another teenager with pink hair and pink ears poking out of it.

They might have never met him, but Y/N could immediately tell that this must be Technoblade. The older one between the twins. Even if only by two minutes according to Wil.

Now, Y/N was very interested in meeting Technoblade as well since he too was a Hybrid and they had only been in contact with fellow Dragon Hybrids.

Though right now, Y/N was just watching.

Watching Wilbur who was sneaking up on his brother. His hands out, obviously he planned on somehow scaring him by suddenly touching his shoulder. And just as he got close enough to slam his hands down, Techno loudly shut his book.

The next thing Y/N heard was a bang and saw that Wilbur sank down to the ground, holding his nose and crying out in pain. Techno’s hand with the book in the air.

He slammed the book into Wilbur’s face.

Y/N let out a chuckle but more out of surprise than anything. They knew from Wilbur that Techno was an incredible fighter and had amazing reflexes but somehow they didn’t expect this.

“What the hell, Y/N. Here I am on the ground dying and all you do is laugh?”

They just rolled their eyes and helped Wilbur back up. His nose was a bit red but nothing more, he probably reacted more out of shock than anything.

Technoblade stood up with a sigh and turned around “You really think I couldn’t hear you? I knew as soon as I heard your sneaking steps what you were planning, nerd.”

With Techno now turned around Y/N couldn’t help but be amazed by his Hybrid features. Two huge tusk decorated his face, bristle like fur growing along his arms and now they could see that the ears were definitely that of a pig.

As Y/N stared at him and Wilbur was still cursing his brother out, Techno noticed how Y/N’s gaze was transfixed on him in awe.

He raised one of his eyebrows “Uh, hi?”

Y/N’s eyes widened “Oh! Sorry! My name is Y/N! Wilbur was so nice to show me around since I usually stay with my own clan.”

His own gaze fell then onto his brother who just nodded to show that this was indeed the truth “Mhm, yeah. Pretty much, also, I was so quiet! How did you hear me?”

As an answer Techno just pointed at one of his animal ears “I have better hearing, remember?”

Wilbur scoffed “Yeah, yeah. You are so much better than us. Better hearing, better nose and even better eyes, but we non-Hybrids are pretty cool too.” He then looked at Y/N expectantly as if to wait for them to support his statement.

But Y/N just squinted their eyes and took a good second to stare Wilbur down “Are you- You know who you are talking to, right? I can breathe under water, my eyes are better as well and I have a Ender damned tail.”

“Okay, maybe I talked to the wrong person.” He admitted.

Techno chuckled and moved next to Y/N and held his hand up, palm towards them. It took them a small moment to understand but their own palm soon clapped together with Techno’s.

“Hybrid Buddies?” he asked.

“Hybrid Buddies.” Y/N confirmed.

They might only really know Techno now for about a minute, but they could tell he mostly did this to infuriate Wilbur even more.

Wilbur just sighed and cupped his hands around his mouth “Tommy? Get to the living room for a sec!”

“Oh, are you getting backup?” Techno mused.

At this point Wilbur just looked unamused, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waited for the youngest brother to react.

The sudden sound of rumbling and loud steps from above seemed to be this answer.

“What do you want Wil! I was working on something! Wait, who is that?” Tommy begun yelling out as soon as he arrived at the stairs only to stop once he walked into the room properly to see Y/N who greeted him with a little wave.

“This is Y/N. I met them a while ago and wanted to show them where we live.” Wilbur put his arm around his younger brother as he begun explaining.

Tommy seemed to be incredibly confused but nonetheless intrigued. His eyes darting from Y/N to Wilbur and only for a split second jumping to Techno “Okay? Hello, Y/N. I’m Tommy.” He then squirmed away from beneath Wilbur’s arm, taking a closer look at them “Woah! What are you? You look awesome! Is that a trident? I thought they were super rare! It’s also enchanted! I mean… you seem to be alright, I guess.”

Y/N laughed, more at the reactions of both Wilbur and Techno who seemed to grow incredibly tired as Tommy went along with his usual spiel “Oh! I’m a Water Dragon Hybrid! Also, yeah, I got that trident from my parents as a way to protect myself. We primarily live in or close of water, so, tridents are incredibly useful to us. Also, they mean a lot to us as well.”

They then got the trident off their back to let Tommy have a better look at it. He looked awestruck. Not only at the revelation that Y/N was a Dragon Hybrid but that weapon seemed to really have enamored him somehow.

A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes as he looked back up “This is cool but nothing against me and my sword.”

Technoblade seemed to be bewildered at that “You just have an iron sword what are you talking about?”

But Wilbur put his hand on Techno’s shoulder “No, no. Let him. Let’s just watch.” It was clearly Wilbur’s chaos was getting the better of him and Techno was too tired to deal with that.

“Your sword? Are you sure? Even if you have an enchanted iron sword, I’m pretty sure it would be nothing against a trident, especially since I am very well trained with this weapon.” Y/N seemed almost smug.

Tommy puffed up his chest and placed his hands at his sides “But my father is the one and only Philza and he taught me everything! There is no way you even stand a chance against me! Fight me and I’ll prove it to you!”

Y/N rolled their shoulders “Okay, little one, let’s get outside and fight! I’ll show you.”

“Little one? Little one?!” Tommy repeated flabbergasted. How dare they call him little.

The sound of the closing front door rung out through the house which was soon followed by an annoyed groan “I swear by Ender. I leave you alone for a few minutes and I already hear Tommy screaming about wanting to fight our guest. Amazing first impression for Y/N.”

He appeared at the door, gloves still on this time. His expression pulled down into a strict frown as he looked around at the scene in front of him.

Both Tommy and Y/N were standing in the middle of the room, turned towards each other due to their bickering while Techno and Wilbur stood to the side. Techno had a skeptical look about him while Wilbur couldn’t help but smirk at the argument of the two.

He purposefully didn’t say it, but Y/N was being trained as a full-fledged warrior of their clan. It was their job to keep off mobs and unwanted guests away from their family. Tommy would have no chance against them, but he couldn’t help but still wanting to see it. Besides Y/N wouldn’t seriously hurt him.

Honestly if anything Wilbur really wanted to see Techno and Y/N fight. In Wilbur’s eyes Techno was definitely the best fighter he knew but Y/N was a close second and while he couldn’t understand it, he also knew that those two would probably bond over fighting each other.

Tommy pointed at Y/N “Well, they started it! Just strutting in here with a weapon! I have to protect our home!”

Philza shook his head, already done with his mischief “Is that right?” He directed that question towards the other teens.

Wilbur just continued smiling while Y/N and Techno just shook their heads.

“Alright. Tommy, stop lying and no fighting. How about you guys just help me make food, at least then I know what you guys are up to.”

This seemed to pull Wilbur back out of his chaotic loving thoughts “Oh! That reminds me! Can we make cookies? Y/N never had any.”

Even Techno, who acted calm and collected, looked shocked towards Y/N. They lived for this long with never eating any cookies? Now that just seemed wrong.

“Sure. Let’s make some cookies then. Is that alright Y/N?”

Y/N’s eyes widened “Oh? Uh, yes! I would love to! It seems to be a big thing that I never had any so I really want to try them!”

Excited Tommy threw his arms in the air “Cookies!”

Laughing at his little brothers’ antics, Wilbur joined in and cheered as well “Cookies!” He then followed said brother and his father out the living room and into the kitchen. Leaving Y/N and Techno behind.

While Y/N was excited as well they were still a bit overwhelmed with this sudden reaction right after being threatened by Tommy. Techno seemed to notice this and put one of his hands on their shoulder “Don’t worry too much about what Tommy said. He was seriously impressed by you, but he unfortunately has an incredibly huge ego with nothing to back it, hence the insults and threats. So don’t worry too much about it. Wilbur seems to really enjoy your company and I too think you are… interesting company. Yes, let’s say that. If you are really such a great fighter, we definitely have to spar at some point though. I rarely get the chance to test my skills against other people besides my family and mobs.”

“I would love that.”

“Nice. Let’s join the others. Seriously, you have never eaten any cookies? How is that possible?”