#only a teeny tiny bit tho so it’s fine

[iceiclehorned]

Continued from here

@nekasu

Ei had the purest of intentions; to be honest and to see if he would be willing to stay by her side while she was Archon. It would mean the world to her to have someone else that was close to Makoto be by her side. However … she did not see her lack of experience of being this open as a problem, so when she had noticed him crying, her heart immediately broke. What did she say wrong? How could she have not been more careful? Regret instantly loomed over her. Perhaps … being so open was not a good idea.

She figured that he could’ve been upset at what she said regarding Makoto, and while not even she was there to save Makoto, she truly believed - after planting that seed - that the prior Archon was content. She did not blame Neka for not being there, but when you love someone so intensely … it quickly has an individual pointing the finger towards themselves. While Ei desperately wanted to communicate that to him, she decided to keep it on hold for a little longer.

It was then that his words took her off guard. She felt her body relax as she heard him speak and she kept her arms and hands on his body, slowly massaging each place they came across. The redness of his cheeks during the kiss had her giggle just a little after they’d separated, though his teasing had her speechless. Her cheeks turned red and then the second kiss began, under his guidance. Due to her lack of experience, she was a little sloppy with her kisses, but intended to make up for it by pushing her tongue into his mouth. There, she would assert her dominance and be prideful about it.

The sensation was … new, something she had never experienced before. Of course, based upon the way he had initiated and lead the kiss, she had no doubt he had so much experience in comparison to her. It embarrassed Ei, but she was not going to let it hold her back from proving that she can indeed kiss. Her hands still explored his body, though only her fingertips traced every part they went - which was mainly his torso and arms. She had no intentions of making him uncomfortable, so by doing this, it seemed more like a massage or tickle than anything else.

Her body grew hot as she made out with him. Is that how it’s supposed to make you feel? Eventually, she pulled away, breathing heavily, though trying to hide the fact that she had been running out of air. Her face was red and her mouth was slicked up - which she had licked away. “N-no, I’ve never … done this with someone before.” She whispered, unsure if she should be ashamed or not. All Ei knew was that it felt good with him and that she was glad she had been doing this with him, even if it was only a one time thing for him. “I’ve never been … intimate before…” she never had the chance to be, after all. Her main focus and priority was fighting. She had all but completely embodied that, despite her sister not wanting that for her.

Had she realised how she looked, she most likely would not have let him see her in such a state. “I don’t intend to let you go, Neka…” she reassured, looking down at her chest to notice that she had messed her kimono up - not from his tears, rather from her constantly shoving his face into her chest … it was oddly comforting, she came to find. Ei began to fix her kimono, her pink nipples being revealed for only a moment - and then it was back to how it was just moments before. She smiled triumphantly. Oh, yes - she may not know how to cook, but she sure knew how to fix her kimono right.

“There,” she softly muses. “All fixed.” Her smile was innocent, yet the rest of her looked … the complete opposite. “Now … where were we?” She teases, but makes no move to kiss him once again. She would allow him to make the moves once again - just so she knew he was comfortable. “How about I get you some water?” She weakly offers instead, just to give him that getaway if need be.

[enbeemagical]

did you know you find the coolest stuff in the back stock of old used bookstores

[monsterlets]

pokemon team ideas:

the best pokemon to make lookalike furniture out of (e.g., the easy one of "snorlax beanbag chair")

the best pokemon to throw off your opponent; "but they're so cute!" [team murders opponents' pokemon]

a pokemon team for a gym in a decommissioned nuclear power plant

pokemon team of JUST "that is a man" pokemon that you don't immediately hate because of uncanny valley (challenge rating: near impossible)

a team of pokemon whose colors/designs are just Slightly Wrong but if improved would be great

a team of pokemon where the shinies are infinitely better than the regular forms. caveat: at least 3 pokemon Cannot just be your favorites. lol

a team of pokemon where their designs make no evolutionary or biological sense given their referents and environments.

a team of GIANT pokemon that would not hurt you (or not you, just opponents, whichever)

a team of teeny tiny pokemon that would KILL you (or not you, just opponents, whichever)

a team for a gym in a bustling street market

a team for an elite four/champions road member with the aesthetic and narrative of a union organizer (throughout the game they create some kind of union among trainers to overthrow the villains or something; broad possibilities for aesthetic available here, but that's their journey and vibe)

the best pokemon to make lookalike furniture out of (e.g., the easy one of "snorlax beanbag chair"):

it's just four bean bag chairs a coat rack and a table

the best pokemon to throw off your opponent; "but they're so cute!" [team murders opponents' pokemon]

here come the murder babies

a pokemon team for a gym in a decommissioned nuclear power plant

had to get my favorite nido in there and I think at this point I'm contractually obligated to put toxapex in every poison type team I make

pokemon team of JUST "that is a man" pokemon that you don't immediately hate because of uncanny valley (challenge rating: near impossible)

bruh.

this is the best I can do

a team of pokemon whose colors/designs are just Slightly Wrong but if improved would be great

folks these are all personal opinion but I am very opinionated. and I will explain myself. let's go

flaaffy: I understand that the line is meant to represent a sheep being sheared but it makes me uncomfortable that it stands up at the same moment it loses its pants. please either put it back on the ground or start shearing it from a different place. thank u

umbreon: three things- 1) get rid of the pupils. it's the only eeveelution with black pupils and I like them much better without 2) the yellow circles look so unnatural to me. the rings around the tail and ears are fine tho. get rid of the ones on the legs, fill in the one on the forehead to make it a spot (it even evokes the moon more that way) 3) for me this is too many colors for such a simple litte guy. either make the eyes yellow to match the markings, or make the markings red to match the eyes (I think the yellow could be regular and the red could be the shiny. blood moon. sick)

skitty: it's very cute, it reminds me of a neopet and I like that. but the facial features just don't look real to me. make em look a little less drawn on and I'd like it

female jellicent: pretty much the same issue, the eyelashes look painted on. why are they 2 dimensional

east sea gastrodon: for context for everyone else we were just talking about this last night. I just don't think the color scheme works as well as the west sea gastrodon. make the green a bit darker and cooler, make the blue quite a bit lighter, and then make the yellow accents a cool color so it's more cohesive (I think purple would be cool). I still like him tho it's still gastrodon at the end of the day. but I would never ever choose it over the west sea gastrodon

gorebyss: the clamshell bra. get rid of it

aaaaaand I've hit image limit I'll have to continue in a reblog

[catsfor2]

heyyyy so I was wondering if you write college au for Ellie??

pluck my heartstrings (college!ellie)

a/n: of course i can do that anon!! lovely idea!! also this is lowk based off of something that happened to me irl (kicks feet) BUT its so cute so idc. i hope you like it!!!!! warnings: UNEDITED!!, teeny tiny alcohol mention -j

music major Ellie is just something that I think would be so so so so cute

I feel like she'd be making MOVES with that damn guitar

like she's always there at house party's n shit, asking for song requests and kinda being a show-off

not obnoxiously tho

this night, same as any other, she's seated with that guitar, soaking up the attention of like 20 people

You don't go over by her, (you're way too nervous), but it doesn't stop you from nodding your head a bit and singing along quietly when she strums a song you know

Ellie sees you, she's been seeing you at these parties, and always wonders why the pretty girl with the pretty voice never comes over to hear her play up close :(

You were completely oblivious. All dolled up in the corner, singing to yourself and sipping your drink occasionally.

Ellie doesn't hesitate this night, finally gathering up the courage to talk to you, approaching with the guitar still slung across her shoulder.

"You like that one?" She asks you, smiling shyly.

"Yeah, it was...alright."

"'Alright'? I mean you were singin' along so...couldn't of been that bad." She argues, eyes lurking over your sitting figure.

"Fine, it was good. I...I liked it." you admit, almost feeling trapped by her broad shoulders.

It didn't take long before Ellie roped you in fully, bashful smile and confident hands warming you hotter than the alcohol.

She'd begged you to pick a song, and before you knew it, you were being serenaded on a frumpy couch at a house party.

You thought you'd get to sit pretty and listen to her pluck the strings, but no, Ellie had different plans.

She stops playing to grab your hand, and bluntly but gently, places it directly on the cold strings.

"Here sweetheart―put your fingers on this little square―yup, good, now keep em' pressed down," she almost whispers, maneuvering your fingers along the neck of her guitar. "this is a fret. So if you keep pressing, I can do this―"

And with her eyes locked on yours, she strums, thumb lazily catching all five strings. She lets the rich chord ring and die out until it's silent again. Heatedly, her mouth parts and she continues.

"and it sounds...perfect, doesn't it? Me and you?"

Your mouth opens and closes, struggling to find a response.

"Yeah," you breathe. "it's really nice. I―can I try again?"

"Of course." Ellie assures, free hand now resting on top of yours. Her thumb is rubbing small soft circles, almost absentmindedly, as she talks. "get a little closer, c'mon. You can barely reach from there."

Her arm goes behind your back and grips your waist, pulling you flush with her side.

"Oh―okay," you gasp out, thighs now squished against hers and burning from the contact.

Ellie smiles at you, a bit slyly, before retracting her arm to go back to your hand.

"So now, move down one fret," she guides, palm resting atop your wrist. "—yeah, beautiful. You're a natural, y/n. What can I say?"

You let out clipped laugh before responding.

"Yeah—whatever, just strum it again. I wanna hear."

"Ok, ok. Just—just look at me. Look at me when I do it." She says, face so close to yours that you can feel the heat of her breath.

You don't respond out loud, only a small nod. The pit in your stomach is molten and heavy, only growing as Ellie's gaze continuously slips to your mouth instead of her guitar.

"Ellie—"

"It's alright, just keep pressing"

And then, just like before, she strums, lightly playing the song and moving your fingers along the frets when need be.

The music is muted this time, as you're distracted by Ellie's heady eyes and steady hand. You can't contain the way your limbs start to tremble a touch, almost getting needy next to her body.

Ellie notices, and stills, silencing the remnant acoustics with her palm.

"I—I think I really like you." she says, a rosy tint rising to her cheeks.

"Yeah?" you breathe, now unable to keep your eyes from Ellie's mouth.

"Mm—yeah. A lot."

[ch3rrywond3rland]

hiiii. i saw you write for lucifer (netflix) and i was wondering if you could write some lucifer x reader angst. like something where maybe reader is one of chloe's collegues and lucifer takes great interest in her but she thinks he hates her because he tries not to show his interest. something like she ends up getting taken as a hostage on a bust when they had to split up and lucifer like gets her and they have the whole "i thought you hate me" "oh darling, i could never hate you" thing? i hope this isnt too picky.. thank you so much!! 🧃

III LOVE YOUU. thanks for requesting for my unproblematic devil, i love this!!! not too picky at all darling, let your mind flow!!! here u got 💌

(I changed it only a teeny tiny bit, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. I also made Y/N the forensic scientist, sorry Ella, ily!!!!!)

Not what it seems

"So, what have you got, Y/N?" Chloe says as her and Lucifer walk into the lab.

"Not much," I glare at Lucifer, who's messing with the evidence, and he stops. "there are traces of cocaine on the victim's jacket, tho."

"Well, someone liked sniffing around." Chloe and I both ignore the joke.

"Yet, he had none in his system. And no history with drugs, either."

"Right, so, maybe someone who messes with them is guilty." Chloe nods at his observation and starts walking away.

"I'm going to look more into it, see if I find people in that business that were connected to him." She exits, closing the door behind her.

I go back to work, until I notice Lucifer lingering over me as I go over evidence for the fifth time today.

I turn to look at him. "Everything alright, Lucifer?"

"Me? Of course."

"... Alright then. I'm going back to the crime scene, see if I find anything else."

As I start to walk towards the door, his hand catches my wrist, making me turn to him.

"Yes?"

"Um, I...just be careful, alright?"

I don't know what to say, instead, I just furrow my brows and part my mouth.

"It's just, the detective wouldn't like anything to happen to you."

I nod, now understanding what this is actually about.

"...Right. Yeah, I'll be okay."

I release myself from his grip and make my way towards my car.

After a short drive I arrive to the victim's house, seeing the yellow tape wrapped around the area. I leave the vehicle and start walking to the entryway when I feel a pair of gloved hands hold a cloth against my nose.

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My head feels light and my mouth dry as I slowly peel my eyes. There is no light and I have no idea for how much time I've been out.

"You shouldn't have gone back."

I try to search for the source of the voice, but I can't see anything and I can't tell wether it's the darkness or the state of dizziness I'm in.

"What do you want with me?" My voice is hoarse and barely hearable, but I receive an answer anyways.

"With you? I want nothing with you. I just wish you hadn't been so curious, then I wouldn't have to do with you what I have to do now."

Just as I see a masked figure walking towards me from the dark, I hear two gunshots. The man walks away to look for the source of them, and then I hear Chloe's voice.

"You get Y/N and I'll get the killer." She shouts to another person, which I'm assuming is Dan.

I remain seated with my legs tied to the chair and my arms behind my back. I hear running steps, and once I see their owner, I can't help but feel a little safer.

"Y/N!" He releases a breath I didn't know he was holding, and, by the look on his face, I assume he didn't know either.

His loolk lingers on my face for a second too much, but he is quick to start untying me. Once I'm free, he helps me up to my feet.

His hug catches me by surprise. "Are you okay?"

"I-im fine." I find myself leaning against his touch and releasing tension I also didn't know I was holding in.

"Lucifer, did you find her?" We hear Chloe's voice echo.

'Y-yes, I found her, detective."

"Okay, leave!"

"What?" I ask this time.

"Just leave, get her somewhere safe."

Lucifer's hand meets mine and we rush out the door. Once we meet the moonlight, we are breathless from running.

"You should probably get some food and water. Lux is only a few blocks away, do you mind walking?"

"I can just get a cab home, it's fi-"

He cuts me off and repeats his question, pausing after every word. "Do you mind walking?"

"No"

He nods. The walk to his penthouse is quiet and calm, as the ride on the elevator. I sit on the couch as he takes off his jacket as throws it on top the piano. He makes his way behind the bar and pours two glasses of whiskey.

"You should probably have some water, too."

"It's fine. I'm fine, Lucifer. I don't need anything"

"Well, of course you do, love."

My stomach flips at the casually thrown nickname, but I make sure not to show it nor look his way.

"Is everything truly fine, Y/N?"

"Yes, it's fine. So fine I should get going."

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

"I-" I can see his mind debating whether or not he should actually tell me anything he's thinking about. "Are you really that clueless?"

He walks towards me, shortening the space between us. He is so close to me I can see the glint in his eyes and the way his lips open and close as he breathes.

"W-what?" My chest rises up and down, nervous about our proximity.

His eyes linger on my lips and search for an answer in my eyes. An answer to what, that I don't know. I try to take in all of him, knowing this is as close as Lucifer will ever get to being as vulnerable as he is right now. Both physically and emotionally.

After a few seconds, we both can't take it any longer. I crash my lips against his'. They move in syntony, like it was a habit. Not even a minute goes by and we have to pull back to catch our breaths. Our chests rise and fall together and I can hear his beating heart.

"I have been waiting ages to do that."

"What?" I open my eyes to see him already looking at me, with a surprisingly adoring look on his eyes.

"I have been waiting ages to do that. To kiss you, feel you."

"I...thought you hated me."

"Oh, darling," the back of his hand meets my face, pushing away a few strands of hair and tucking them to my ear. "I could never hate you."

His lips meet mine once again, both of his hands grabbing the back of my neck. He starts walking backwards and I follow, not breaking the kiss.

Suddenly, the moment is broken by a ringing phone.

We break the kiss, once again, and he fishes his phone out of his pocket, answering the call.

I can hear a voice on the other side, frantically speaking.

"Yes, yes, she is fine, detective." He smiles at me. "Alright, we'll be there in five."

[lilymatthews]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [LILY MATTHEWS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MARGARET QUALLEY]. You must be the [TWENTY-FIVE] year old [WAITRESS AT TEJAS CANTINA/GRAD STUDENT AT AURORA BAY COLLEGE]. Word is you’re [OUTSPOKEN] but can also be a bit [ENTITLED] and your favorite song is [BLOOD AND BUTTER by CAROLINE POLACHEK]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

*Trigger Warnings: Drug abuse, drug overdose, divorce, drowning

STATS.

Full Name: Lily Matthews Nickname(s): Lil, Lils, Lilypad (her parents only) Gender: Cis woman,she/her Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Birthday: April 29, 1998 (25) Religion: None Nationality: American Ethnicity: White Hometown: Houston, Texas Current Residence: Ocean Crest Apartments Length of time in Aurora Bay: 3 months (as of 6/30/23) Occupation: Waitstaff at Tejas Cantina Education: Currently enrolled at Aurora Bay College working towards a Linguistics MA

Height: 5′6 Tattoos: Three butterflies under her right titty Piercings: Both lobes Scars: (tba)

Mother: Addie Matthews Father: Darren Matthews Siblings: Xavier Matthews (32) Pet(s): A teeny tiny little 4-year-old rat terrier called Norma Jean

PERSONALITY.

+ Outspoken, intelligent, witty, sympathetic - Entitled, sarcastic, judgmental, insecure

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

@xaviermattthews — Lily's older brother

@lorelailewis — Cunty besties

QUICK FACTS.

not a bitch unless she gets pissed off then she's a stone cold bitch

slut!

great gf tho, very loyal would never cheat

pop princess. looooves pop music always blasting charli xcx on the way to the clubs

fashion girly. can be caught online shopping at 2.30am squinting at the screen 3 inches from her face

good artist but doesn't rly do much with it

drink fiend. always has like arizona tea or kombucha with her

genuinely loves linguistics and is fascinated with language (ideally wants to do research with language and apes) but she's not super ambitious so she has to work extra hard to make herself go out and do her research projects and work on her thesis and is secretly very anxious about her future in the field bc of it

between feeling like she could never possibly live up to what xavier's accomplished on one hand and on the other being pressured by her parents into "doing better" than her drug-addicted brother, she's developed massive insecurities about what she actually wants and who she is

almost drowned in the gulf of mexico when she was 12 after hurting her ankle and then going swimming after she was told not to. when she’s especially stressed or in a bad headspace she’ll have drowning dreams and it takes a while to fall back asleep. is totally fine with pools and will go into the water at the beach up to her waist but being fully submerged in open water will start giving her anxiety usually

DEEP DIVE.

Lily wasn't planned, which is ironic considering she wound up the golden child before she even turned ten -- Xavier, eight years older than her, went off the deep end when their parents divorced and by the time he overdosed five years later, Addie and Darren had both all but written him off and set about channelling all their hope for the future into Lily

She was six years old when their dad left and tried to compensate by becoming super-dad to her, and Lily was too young to understand the dynamic shift between her dad and her brother, or why it affected Xavier the way it did

Her teens were easy in a lot of important ways. She had a lot of friends, usually had a boyfriend, did well in most classes without having to spend all her time studying, and her parents got her pretty much whatever she wanted

In other important ways, her teen years were incredibly difficult. Her parents often used her against each other, which as she got older and started to see it saddled her with a weird type of guilt and resentment. Meanwhile her brother, whom she idolized growing up, was off doing drugs and, eventually, getting famous

She got an English degree right out of high school at the University of Houston but took a couple years after that to try and figure out what exactly she wanted to do, before finally deciding on Linguistics only last year

In that liminal space in between, she worked a waitressing job at an upscale restaurant and lived with her boyfriend whom she'd started dating her sophomore year of college. It was a healthy relationship and her parents loved him, and in the end it was him wanting to start settling down together before either of them were 25 that led to their breakup

It was a combination of that breakup one year ago, and her brother getting sober just about a year before that, that spurred Lily on to making a huge change in her life -- that being, moving to Aurora Bay to finish her MA, and to try and reconnect with Xavier

She's been here three months, is just settling into the new routine of things, and still hasn't contacted her brother to tell him she's in town

[seelestia]

lbrh lia zhongli is probably a fellow caffeine addict bc he drinks so much tea on regular hdkfjsfj

i've actually never really used carrd, but i've seen really nice ones like dust's masterlist so yea definitely an option there!

at first i wasn't too fond of the fact that he was kinda able to 'delete' himself in the new reality but seeing his attitude about the whole thing made it up to me... like, ok fine maybe you deserve that chance to atone... /grumble /j

what are my hands for if not for headpatting zhongli hehehe

al haitham with his third eye lmao-

i actually haven't seen the livestream eep i was out when it went live... i did check the banner tho. devastated. i wanted kaveh on nahida's banner bc i want them both ;w;

BOTH OF YOU ON TIMEOUT. i'm surrounded by caffeine addicts. (/j) squinting at ayato and heizou who most likely stay up late for work reasons.... wanderer could've been my savior from all this but then again, he likes bitter stuff, so coffee being smth he fancies isn't off the table at all— i do think he'd prefer bitter tea over coffee tho! so, you'll probably see me dragging him along whenever i come to visit your teahouse <3 he likes the atmosphere in your teahouse but he won't say it out loud. (/lh)

mmm, i think ms. dust's carrd is super neat with the way she arranges her info! <3 carrd is a vv flexible site; as long as you know how to tinker with the settings, you can make it look however you want! although i just follow helpful tuts on yt, hehe. i also have my own carrd which is a bit diff from ms. dust's just to show the range of the site! thank you for the notion tips tho, rin jie, i think i'll stick to using notion for personal reasons >:3c what am i, a salesperson. sponsored by carrd™ (/j) speaking of wips, rin jie... just a fancy question, but how many do you have rn? hehehe. 👀

MHMMM, understandable!! the moment i saw that scaramouche wanted to 'purge' himself so that his old friends could have a second chance at life (the little found family in tatarasuna will forever have my heart. niwa <//3), it clicked for me and i was like: OH. SO THAT'S WHY YOU HAD A REDESIGN. and 'amnesiac' wanderer, even if he only got screentime for a split minute, was so cute with his gentle and polite demeanor (because it's so unlike the one we know LMAOOO) <3

i find it so fascinating that he wasn't able to change anything, that everything associated to him in terms of memories and knowledge were gone but he, as in his existence, was still there — in a way, it reaffirmed the inner workings of irminsul to me?? it was confusing with greater lord rukkhadevata so when this was demonstrated the second time with wanderer, i think i got a teeny tiny better understanding of it. i also love how his desire to 'delete himself' aligns with a line he said in his story trailer ("ashes") which was "i wish i'd never been born at all" <//3 SORRY I THINK I LOVE THIS LITTLE GUY TOO MUCH.

noooo, i still hope you'll be able to get kav! it's such a shame that it couldn't be a 2-in-1 for nahida and kaveh wanters 😞 i still writhe in pain because wanderer doesn't have a rerun next patch BUT THEY MADE HIM LOOK SO GOOD IN THE TRAILER?? aaaaaaaaa. on my way to steal rin jie's wanderer and abduct him like he's a pretty princess (/j)

[spaceyflowerswriting]

hello!! I love your writing, the soft vibes are exactly what this fandom needs after seeing all the horrific shit that's happened in the recent chapters. I saw your requests are open so may I ask for a gun x reader where they're just relaxing together? maybe a teeny tiny bit suggestive?? no pressure though, I know he can be difficult to characterize. thank you and have a good day <33

nighttime (gun park x reader)

details: oneshot, gender neutral reader but written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun have been dating for a while already, i guess you both live in a house together ?? idk dont think too hard about it its only briefly mentioned in beginning

warnings: suggestive; sorry i think i went over mild because the ending has a heavy implication of how the night ended 🙏

summary: gun gets a day off tomorrow and tells you about it. also, he spends the night with you.

a/n: thank u for the request!! and sjdhshd im glad my writing's helping u cope(?) 😭😭 ngl im not caught up on latest ch since i read from webtoon only but ive seen some vague spoilers and yeah things arent looking too good 💔 especially gun's fashion LMAO

i'd agree gun is a bit difficult to characterize;; for me tho i just try to follow canon him but like... slightly more normal ??? i hope it works for u/isnt too ooc in ur eyes so this oneshot can still be enjoyable !! also i hope u have a good day too <33

btw shoutout to this post ; listening to the song they associated with gun helped me write this ^_^

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Gun was more than happy to return home to you with the good news that he had no work for tomorrow. And once he told you, he was pleased to see your shared excitement.

"We should plan a date for tomorrow," he suggested, "What would you like to do?"

He listened intently as you described the activities you had in mind. Whether they were staying at home all day or venturing off into the city, he didn't care as long as it was quality time spent with you. He couldn't wait to devote himself fully to you tomorrow, but for now he had other ideas.

Before he could say anything, you lead him right to it by asking, "What about you? Anything you want to do tomorrow?"

"No, your plans sound just fine. But, I was thinking that for tonight we do what I had planned ever since I got the news that I'm having tomorrow off."

"And that would be...?"

Gun held up a keyring with his car keys, dangling them. "A late night drive around sound good to you?"

"Why not?" His smile reflected yours as he began to lead you out of the house.

~

Dirving around Seoul and seeing all the night lights was beautiful. The hushed bustling compared to the loudness during the day was also refreshing. Not to mention, the general dark blanket that came with nighttime--it was all relaxing to Gun, and even more so with you by his side.

Not much talking happened throughout the ride, but it wasn't awkward at all. Just a peaceful silence as you both enjoyed the cool air that breezed through the open windows of the car. Of course, the occasional conversations did take place but they were more like lighthearted smalltalk if anything.

While driving, Gun didn't have a fixed destination in mind, but when his random turns lead you both to a quieter part of Seoul, he slowed down and looked for a place to park. It ended up being the parking lot of some abandoned store, or at least it looked like it.

"Late night drive over?" You turned to him as he finished up parking.

He nodded. "Let's stargaze."

"On what grass? I'm not laying on the asphalt floor," you semi-joked, looking around at the street.

Gun just rolled his eyes in amusement. "Who said we're even leaving the car?" He got up with a bent back as to not bump his head on the car's roof before stepping over the car's controls. He then sat down on the second row seats and reached an arm up, grabbing a handle on the roof and pulling it back to reveal a glass roof.

Your jaw dropped momentarily.

"Come on." He waved you over and watched as you moved from your seat to join him in the second row. Once you did, he adjusted the seats so they laid parallel to the floor and you both flopped down at the same time. The two of you glanced at each other for a moment before softly laughing together.

After that came more peaceful silence as you both stared up at the stars. At some point, Gun moved his attention from the sky to you, and he was reminded of another reason why he preferred nighttime over daytime--it was the way moonlight shined on you, the way it added a special charm that highlighted your features.

"I want to show them my appreciation," he thought, hands suddenly aching to touch you. If he wasn't showing you love through gifts, it was definitely through his touch. He figured he might as well express the latter since there were no gifts around to give. Plus he was going to be free tomorrow anyway, why not stay up a little later with his lover?

Gun turned to lay on his side and put an arm over your abdomen, hand resting on your hip. "Hey."

"Mm?" You didn't turn to look at him, too busy admiring the stars. Not for long though, because the words he whispered in your ear made you jerk your head his direction and made your cheeks hotter than the sun. "Gun, we're in public," you practically hissed.

"This is a pretty secluded area. And I don't see anyone around. Do you?" He smirked when you couldn't reply. It only widened when you didn't stop him from sliding his hand up your shirt. "I need your vocal consent before I continue, dear."

Your breath hitched, and slowly you murmured, "By all means, Gun."

~

Nighttime sure was alluring to Gun, but not as much as you.

[svnflowervol666]

Pinky Promise (dad!Harry)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Harry introduces a certain special someone to the newest addition of his family.

Author’s Note: Surprise! Here’s some boy dad!Harry on this fine week night. I feel like Harry is almost always written as as girl dad (guilty as charged tho), so I wanted to show the boys some love. I didn’t really call this one an ‘x reader,’ because this one’s mostly about Harry and his bub, but the missus is still there, don’t worry! I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback of any kind, likes and especially reblogs are super helpful to keep me motivated to post more. Take care and TPWK.

     The Styles household was always filled with noise. Whether it was contagious laughter echoing off of the walls in the kitchen, the pitter patter of pudgy feet bursting through the back door from the garden, or the low humming of the secondhand record player coming from the living room. The sounds were comforting, reassuring to those that lived there. While the ruckus caused by something like which Joni Mitchell song Harry should play on the guitar before bedtime or what color everyone’s nails should be painted each week might seem chaotic to some, it represented a kind of tranquility that at one point did not seem possible to grasp.

    But today, in the modest, ivy-covered cottage with a pastel-yellow door, it was quiet. The sun poured in from the two open windows of the living area, filling the room with a still brightness that only London could emote. Dust particles danced in the light, drifting along through their own invisible current. The beginnings of the city could be seen in the distance, visible in a foggy haze with promises of sweet treats and adventue-packed days. But no sound, as the newest member of the Styles family had commanded the attention and affection of everyone within its walls.

    “She’s so little,” the youngest spoke up. Although he was now technically the oldest. He outstretched his hand out to caress the petite foot that stuck out from beneath the periwinkle-colored muslin blanket.

    “I know,” Harry replied, watching the swaddled newborn’s toes curl in reaction to being tickled by her brother, “I remember when you were this tiny, too.”

    “I was?” he asked, scratching at his chocolate brown curls that never laid flat.

    Harry nodded in affirmation, recalling the early morning when his son had been born prematurely. He’d spent nearly ten days resting in an uncomfortable vinyl recliner beside his girlfriend’s, who was now his wife, hospital bed counting down the minutes until the nurse would give them the “ok” to go visit their bub in the NICU. Harry stared in awe at his newborn through the glass of the incubator, using the open portal on the side to reach in and stroke his cheek with the faintest of touches. He was covered in wires and tubes, surrounded by monitors and beeping machines, all tasked with keeping his underdeveloped organs afloat. It was the most pitiful thing he had ever seen, and Harry still has those nights where he’s plagued with memories from the hospital. While the day he became a father was most certainly the best day of his life, it was one of the most traumatic experiences he’s ever been through.

    “Mhmm. You were actually even smaller when you were born,” Harry prodded, playfully wiggling his eyebrows at him.

    “No I wasn’t! the toddler jabbed back, crinkling his nose up at his parents, his aquamarine colored eyes turning into tiny slits on either side.

    “Umm, yes you were,” Harry’s wife replied with a chuckle from where she sat beside the rest of her family on the couch, “We bought the tiniest size clothes we could find and they still didn’t fit your teeny little bum.”

    The boy sat confused, trying to comprehend how a person could be smaller than his sister, let alone be so tiny that clothes didn’t even fit them.

    “Well, I’m big now. Right?”

    “Much bigger,” Harry reassured him, “But now that you’re bigger, you have t’ take care of your sister. You have to teach her how to be kind and share your toys with her. Think yeh can do tha’?”

    “Yes! C-can she swim with me in the pool?” he stumbled over his words, overjoyed by the idea of someone always being around to play his sacred water games with him in his nana’s pool.

    “Not yet, bubba,” Harry laughed, tickled by his son’s enthusiasm, “We have t’ wait until she’s a little bit older. But I’m sure she’d love to swim with you at Nana’s when she knows how.”

    “Okayyy,” the boy replied, slightly defeated.

    “Do you want t’ hold her?” Harry asked, gesturing to the sleeping bundle in his lap, her puffy eyelids closed peacefully as tiny, sporadic grunts left her little belly.

    “Yeah, but I don’t know how,” he professed, his plush, pink toddler lips turning down into a frown.

    “’S alright, I’ll show you,” Harry then carefully shuffled from his position on the couch, turning so that he was facing his son.

    “So, first, you have to make sure you hold her head because she can’t keep it up on her own,” Harry started, reaching over to place the baby girl into his son’s arms.

    Unlike the last time, Harry’s hands didn’t shake. He wasn’t afraid like he was before, when his arms trembled as he took his newborn son into his arms for the first time, petrified that he was going to accidentally smother him or drop him and that the worst thing he could imagine would come true. No. This time, his hands were sturdy, protective over his new daughter as he was preparing to introduce her to his firstborn for the very first time.

     Harry’s wife looked on lovingly as his son took the baby from him excitingly, his left hand cupping her head gently. Her tired eyes were filled with love when he wrapped his arm protectively around her little tufts of peach fuzz in the best way that a five-year-old with mediocre hand-eye coordination could.

    “You also have t’ hold her bum so she doesn’t squirm out of your arms.”

    Harry took his son’s hand into his, guiding him to place his tiny forearm along the baby’s back with his palm resting on her diaper-clad bottom. When he was confident of his son’s grip on the infant, he pulled back. He made sure to hover over him with his brawny, tanned arms just ghosting over his son’s. Just in case.

    The boy was elated. His sister was warm and soft, and she looked like one of the stuffed animals that he slept with every night. He couldn’t believe that the person he talked to in his mother’s belly every night for nine months and gave kisses to each morning before nursery school was here and real and now she gets to live with him forever.

    “She’s so cute,” he spoke in gentle whisper this time, remembering what his mum had told him about being quiet around the baby so that she doesn’t wake up cranky.

    He was absolutely smitten over her. Everything about her was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his brief time on Earth: her button nose that sat perfectly above her lips, her miniature fingers wound tightly her fist as if she was ready to fight, her little tongue that barely poked through her mouth each time she yawned. He could stare at her forever if he could.

    Instinctively, he pulled her into his bony chest for a hug, squeezing a little too harder than he should have. The baby girl tensed in his grasp at the motion, the beginnings of a shrill whine escaping her pruney lips.

    “Whoa, bub. You have t’ be careful,” Harry intervened, loosening his son’s arms so that the baby rested peacefully in the boy’s lap again.

    “She’s fragile. You can’t squeeze her like that,” the boy’s mum reminded him.

    “Sorry, Baby,” said the boy as he reached down to press his tiny lips to her eyebrow.

    Her forehead wrinkled up at the contact, similar to one of auntie Gemma’s baby puppies, thought the boy to himself. He also thought that she kind of looked like one of the puppies too, but he kept that to himself.

    Harry and his wife watched their children interacted, how his son was brushing his thumb along her skull, how her face relaxed at the steady motion. They were already in sync with each other, already comforting each other just by their presence. They were both besotted with their daughter, but Harry thinks he might be just a bit more in love with her than his wife. Harry had gotten used to raising his son, while he taught him to be a kindhearted and gentle creature, there had always been a degree of roughness to which he interracted with him. His daughter, however, was made of glass, Harry had convinced himself. He vowed to do whatever it took to make sure she never shed a single tear because of him or anything else he had control over.

    Now, Harry had two babies. One boy and one girl, just like his family before this one. The similarities slightly terrified him. His son was soft and gentle and loving, just like Harry had been as a child. He was sensitive, always yearning to be held and touched in the way that Harry had when he was his age. His daughter, even though she was only a few days old, was already a stubborn little fighter like his sister. She cried her lungs out within her first few hours of being born, kicking and screaming until it looked like her face was turning blue. She hated the harsh lights that the doctors shone in her eyes and their cold hands that poked and prodded at her belly like she was a science experiment. It wasn’t until she was in the arms of her family that her wailing subsided.

    It was thoughts like these that felt surreal to Harry. He never saw himself as someone that could be in the position he is now. He’d always thought he’d be an eternal bachelor, someone who only ever stayed with someone for a certain period of time before everything inevitably blew up in his face and he’d be back at square one. He never thought that he’d be the type of person with a wife and a white picket fence and a slew of babies; he never thought that he could be the type of person who could be this happy.

    “Bubby, can I ask you to promise me something?” Harry asked as he scooped the boy into his lap, making sure the baby was secure so that the three of them laid in one pile on the couch.

     He pulled his wife closer as well, making sure they were shoulder to shoulder and he felt surrounded on all sides by the ones he loved the most.

    “What?” his son asked, peering up at his papa with huge eyes that resembled saucers, his long, dark eyelashes brushing his brow bones.

    “I want you to promise me,” Harry began, wrapping his arms tighter around his two babies, resting his chin in the crook of his son’s neck, “tha’ whatever happens t’ the two of you, no matter how many times you get into fights. No matter how mad you might make each other. That you’ll love her. No matter what. That you’ll always be her big brother.”

    Harry hadn’t realized, but his voice trailed off near the end. His voice was just above a whisper, so quiet that only his son could hear. He pressed his lips to side of his bub’s forehead, an attempt to soothe both his son and himself.

    “Can yeh do that f’ me?”

    The boy in Harry’s lap pondered his father’s words. His finger went absentmindedly to stroke his sister’s hand, astonished when her fingers unfurled from the tight fist they’d been bound in all day. He slipped his pinky into her palm just as her muscles relaxed so that she was now clutching tightly to his digit.

    He had no idea of the weight that Harry’s words carried. He had no idea of the thoughts of uncertainty that haunted Harry about never getting to this point in his life. He doesn’t understand the cruelty that exists outside the walls of his home besides the pesky little boy in his class that borrows his crayons and doesn’t give them back. He doesn’t know that other children don’t grow up in homes with parents that love each other like his do.

    He didn’t know any of these things, but he sensed that it meant a great deal to Harry, and he wanted to make sure that his father knew he could count on him for anything because he loved him with all of his heart and Harry proved that to him every single day.

    “Pinky promise, papa,” the boy responds, loosening his hand that was wrapped around his sister to offer it to Harry.

[glygriffe]

A slight case of D&D fever

@sicktember challenge, prompt 14: 'I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It's Fine.'

Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas (Stranger Things, pre-season 1)

'I'm fine. I'll be down to DM the game in a jiffy. I just overslept, is all.'

Lucas, Will, and Dustin looked at each other doubtfully. The gruff sound of Mike's voice and the mountain of discarded tissues on the side of his bed was telling a different story. The fact that he was still actually in bed at ten AM on a Saturday morning, too.

'You sure?'

'Yeah, go to the basement and unpack your characters, I'll be right along.'

As soon as the sentence was out of his mouth, Mike was caught in a ginormous fit of coughing and spitting phlegm. Lucas and Dustin actually took a step back from the bed, disgust showing on their faces. Even Will looked worried.

'Mike, you're sick. Really sick. Maybe we should just postpone the game. We're in between adventures anyway. We could just refill our inventories on our own with the basic stuff.'

'You need me to play the herbalist anyway if you want to get more healing potions. You'll have to haggle the price of everything: you don't have enough gold.'

'And who's fault is that if the Dragon's lair was practically empty when we raided it?', mumbled Dustin, but Will's elbow found his ribs and he shut up. Mike was not feeling well, after all.

'And I stayed up late last night to tweak the new campaign I planned for you, guys. It's gonna be amazing!'

Then he started a new fit of coughing that probably left his throat completely raw by the sound of it. For the first time since his three friends came into his room, Mike's determination failed. But only for a minute.

'I think you're right. I might be a teeny tiny bit sick.'

The next minute, tho, he was on the edge of his bed clutching his comforter, his eyes huge and shiny and his neck stretched so his head would not be too far off from theirs, since he was now whispering to spare his voice.

'But it's fine. We could play anyway and practice our Morse code if I lose my voice a little.'

Will smiled softly and patted Mike's knee thru the comforter while Lucas outright laughed at his friend's eagerness.

'Just stay in bed, Wheeler. We'll play your amazing campaign in a couple of days when you feel better and your voice is back.'

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Hi! I hope you are fine and healthy. I'm absolutely in love with haikyuu manager imagines so if that's not a bother could you make one with Nekoma and their reaction to a strong, badass martial arts expert manager? Like she is a total bad ass and has her own fanclub maybe?

Thanks a lot in advance and stay safe muahh😘👋

𝑁𝑒𝑘𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴 𝐵𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 🥊

𝔽𝕥- 𝕂𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠,𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕞𝕒,𝕐𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕠,𝕃𝕖𝕧,𝕐𝕒𝕜𝕦

Oh he thinks it’s awesome now

Key word: N o w

When you first became the team’s manager you always seemed like a kind person

And you were!

But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t defend yourself when necessary

So when you mentioned that you know many different fighting styles

Kuroos ass didn’t believe you 😀

So like literally every day he would go up to you and dare you to try a move on him

You never did because you weren’t trying to get kicked of the team just yet 🙂

But he made the oh so grave mistake of challenging you OUTSIDE of school property...

You did a quick look around before grabbing his arm and sliding your feet under his legs causing him to lose balance

Yeah he ate shit....

And he had a nasty bruise on his face to prove it :D

Ever since then he believes your fighting abilities

And has made a mental note to watch his teasing around you...

Ok so Kenma didn’t really care????

Like he thought it was cool and all

But as long as you never tried to fight him he was good 👍

He thought it was funny as shit when he heard that you took Kuroo down tho 💀

Definitely teased him about it for w e e k s

It did genuinely shock him how strong you were though

Like damn he’s seen you take down every single one of the boys down in a arm wrestling match

He didn’t engage of course, but he knew that you’d beat his ass too

Overall he thinks it’s cool that you can defend yourself

But he is a little careful around you

He just doesn’t want to push your buttons to much...

Oh he’s TERRIFIED of you

He wasn’t at first

When you first walked into the gym introducing yourself as the new manager

He just thought you were a harmless little thing!

And let’s be honest, your probably shorter than this man

So he would pick on you a bit for your height

And ngl when you gave him a death glare for picking on you, it freaked him out a bit

But he didn’t think you’d actually do anything

That was until his captain came to practice with a giant ass bruise on his face and a bandage on his nose 🤠

Ever since that day he’s stopped teasing you...

And honestly tries everything he can to stay on your good side 😅

Mans just doesn’t want to ruin his face

Ok so first of all

When you became Nekomas manager Yamamoto developed a teeny tiny crush on you

So when you mentioned that your well trained in self defense

He just fell that much harder

Your telling him that his team finally gets a manger

And not only that but they’re gorgeous AND a badass???

However he still thought he was tougher than you

And one time he mentioned being stronger than you

And you just looked at him like 🙂

Not wanting to actually hurt the man you challenged him to a classic test of strength

Arm wrestling

Yeah...

He lost pretty quick

But honestly that just made you hotter in his eyes 😩

Ok so I’m convinced this man knows how to fight a bit himself...

I feel like he learned so no one would think he’s weak based off of his height

So he thought it was pretty cool that you could fight too!

However unlike Yamamoto he never challenged your strength

He may be able to fight

But he’s gotta hunch that you can fight better 🥲

He would show genuine interest in this little skill of yours

So he would ask you a bunch of questions

Which fighting styles do you know?

How long have you done self defense?

Could you teach him?

Yes he would actually ask if you could teach him some new moves!

And if he knew any you didn’t he would teach you those

You guys were basically just the baddies of Nekoma 💅

[itsadamcole]

live a little

fem!reader x finn balor

reader and Finn go for a late night swim in a pool ...

word count: 2.4k+

warnings: a lil fluffy, skinny dipping, smut, slight hair pulling

— enjoy loves, even tho i really have no idea how this came to be a thing but yeah —

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~ 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

You're sitting on the couch when your fiancé walks into your shared house. You're watching the new season of Cobra Kai on Netflix when he walks into the living room. He puts his title on a little table by the doorway and you pause the TV.

"Hi," you say, watching him walk over to you on the couch. He hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "How was work?"

Finn says, "Exhausting, as per usual. I got my arse beat by Kyle O'Reilly, Adam Cole, and Roderick Strong in the ring for a promo."

He kisses your temple and you ask, "Is there something I can do to make it better?"

You turn your head and look up at Finn. He says, "I was thinking about going for a little swim to make sure my muscles don't tighten up. It's a warm night so maybe ya could come with me?" The last part was more of a question.

"This isn't a plot to get me into a bathing suit, is it?" you tease.

Your fiancé laughs and says, "As much as I love the sight of that, no. I do want to keep my muscles loose. Will ya join me?"

Nodding, you say, "Of course I will. I won't pass up the opportunity to see you in swim trunks, but I have ten minutes left in this episode so I'll join you after it's over."

Finn smiles and kisses your cheek. "See ya in the water," he says before letting you go. You hear his footsteps go up the stairs and you resume your episode of Cobra Kai.

You're curled up on the couch as you finish up the episode. When there are five minutes left, you hear Finn walk back downstairs and the back door opens. You glance back into the foyer to see Finn closes the sliding glass door. He's in a pair of black swim trunks and no shirt. Your thoughts immediately start to go to the dirtier side as you turn your attention back to the TV show that's on your screen.

Once your episode is done, you turn off the TV and you walk up the stairs to your and Finn's shared bedroom. You grab a black bikini. The top has thin ties that tie behind your neck and behind your back. You fix the top so you're not falling out of the top. You pull on the bottoms, which tie at your waist. You tie your hair up into a messy bun on your head.

You peddle out of the room when you've changed into the bathing suit. You grab a beach towel out of a closet in the hallway on the second floor. You walk down the stairs, and you can faintly hear music coming from the backyard. You open the sliding door and step into the warm and humid air.

Finn's swimming laps in the pool and you smile at the sight. His workout music playlist is playing via a Bluetooth speaker that sits on a chair by the pool. You throw your towel on another chair before sitting on the side of the pool by the five-foot area. You kick your feet in the water, trying to get used to the cool water on your skin.

Your fiancé takes a break in the eight-foot area of the pool. He wipes the water out of his eyes and you get his attention. "Hey, stranger," you say, leaning back on your hands. Finn looks over at you and smiles.

"Look at ya," he says, slowly swimming over to you. "I like that suit."

Giggling, you say, "That's because it barely covers me, Finn."

He stands between your legs in the water, his hands on your thighs. They're cold from being in the cold water. You shiver slightly as Finn says, "Ya should just take it off since it barely covers ya."

You run your fingers through Finn's short wet hair and say, "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Finn nods and smiles. "It's not a bad night for a nice skinny dip, Y/N," he says, starting to negotiate with you. "Live a little, baby."

His hands run up your thighs to the ties on your bottoms. "Finn," you giggle. "We have neighbors."

Your fiancé leaves light kisses on your thighs and gives you puppy eyes. "I'll take my pants off if ya take that off," he negotiates with you.

You gently nibble on your lip before you slide off the wall and into the water. You're up to your collarbone in the cool water as you stand between the wall and Finn. You stare up at your fiancé and say, "Baby, we have neighbors and they can look out their windows to see us."

"It's almost midnight, and the only light we have is the lights in the pool. All they'll see is two people in the pool," Finn says, making a good case. You blink at Finn.

After making a decision, you reach behind your neck. You pull the tie until it's untied. The top falls and Finn's eyes are on your exposed chest. You pull the fabric away and put it on the wall behind you. Finn pulls at the ties on your bottoms and pulls them off of you. The bottoms join your top on the wall behind you. Now you're naked in the pool in front of Finn.

Finn's eyes are on your body as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his swim trunks. "Time to get these off since you told me you'd take your pants off if I took off my bikini," you say, pulling the swim trunks off Finn.

He laughs and helps you get them off. He throws the trunks with your bathing suit. Now you're both naked in the pool. Finn takes your hands and says, "Come swim with me, love."

You giggle as he pulls you off the wall. You kick your feet so you can keep up with him. He brings you into the deeper end of the pool where you can't stand. You kick to stay above water and Finn has to do the same.

"This is nice," you say, trying to keep your eyes on Finn's face instead of glancing down into the water to see what you've been wanting to see since his trunks came off.

Finn smiles and says, "I told ya that it was a nice night for a skinny dip."

A smile forms on your lips and you say, "You just wanted to get me naked."

Your fiancé says, "No way." You give him the look. "Okay, fine. Maybe I wanted to just a teeny tiny bit. I have wanted to see ya like this for a while. I've been so busy with defending that title and keeping up with my training. It's been a little bit since I've seen ya naked."

You laugh and swim a little closer to Finn. "This is the longest we've ever gone with being naked and not touching each other, you know. I'm surprised we haven't yet considering we haven't done anything for a while," you say to him.

"Ya trying to tell me something, love?" Finn questions.

Smiling, you say, "Possibly. You come home from work and just go to sleep. Plus, we're already naked."

Finn smiles at you and says, "Now who's the one negotiating something."

You tease, "Fine, don't have sex with me. It's not like I actually wanted you to fuck me anyway." You stick your tongue out at him and begin to swim backward, away from Finn. His eyes are on you as a smile forms on your lips.

"Who said that I didn't want to have sex with ya?" Finn asks, swimming after you.

You climb out and say, "I just assumed." You wrap your towel around your nude body and Finn gets out of the pool.

He walks over to you, but just before he gets to you, he says, "Ya assumed wrong, love. Ya know how much I love to fuck ya." Then he cups your face and pulls your lips to his. The kiss is quick and intense from the start. Your hands are on his waist and you pull him closer to you. Finn's tongue finds its way into your mouth, a moan leaving your lips.

Finn walks over to one of the pool lounge chairs under the awning that's connected to the house. He lays back on it, breaking the kiss. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs. Your lips attach to Finn's neck and soft sighs escape his lips as he pulls at the towel around your body.

As you leave marks on his neck and chest, Finn pulls off the towel you're wearing. It falls to the ground and you pull back from Finn. You look at your work and say, "I hope makeup can cover those up."

"Oh well if they can't," Finn says before he kisses you harshly.

All the pent up sexual energy between the two of you is coming out now. It's been months since any kind of intimacy between you and Finn. Since he won the title, it's been the only thing he's been focused on. Of course, he's always made sure you were taken care of and that you were okay, but he'd been training harder, working more hours, and traveling a little more so he's exhausted when he's home so he usually sleeps.

You don't know why he actually wanted to go for a swim on a random January day and have sex with you on a chair next to the pool. Honestly, you don't care why. You're just happy you have something other than your fingers to pleasure you.

Finn's hands are roaming your body and you sigh softly, having missed his touch. You grind slowly against his member. The tip runs through your folds and you bite back a moan in your throat. Your hands are on Finn's six thousand abs to keep yourself balanced.

"Love, ya keep doing that and we're gonna have a problem," Finn warns you.

Instead of stopping, you move faster. Moans pass your lips and Finn cups your face with his hands. You sigh, "I've missed you like this, Finn."

Your fiancé brings your face close to his and you meet his pretty blue eyes. You sigh softly as you roll your hips. Finn's lips brush against yours as he says, "Baby, please do something because ya are driving me crazy."

You lean in and kiss Finn as you take his hardened length in your hand. You pump him a few times as you position him outside your entrance. The kiss deepens as you sink onto his member. A moan leaves your lips as Finn begins to will you. Finn's hands slide into your hair, holding your face to his. Your hands are on his chest as you adjust to Finn inside you.

Finn's fingers curl in your Y/H/C locks as you begin to slowly move your hips. You drag your fingers down Finn's chest as you pull back from the passionate kiss to get some air. Your breathing is becoming more and more labored with every roll of your hips. Finn's eyes are on yours as you move.

He not-so-gently pulls your hair back and tilts your head up, exposing your neck to him. A soft moan leaves your lips when he does this. Finn smirks and begins to kiss your neck. "Did ya like that, baby?" Finn mumbles against the sensitive skin on your neck.

You gasp, "Kinda."

"I'll have to remember that," he says.

One of Finn's hands leaves your hair and you wonder where it went until you feel his thumb start to rub your clit. You gasp softly, moving your hips faster. Finn groans, "Just like that, mo ghrá. Ya feel so good around me."

Your body shakes with overstimulation as you move faster. The tip of Finn's member hits your g-spot as he finds the sweet spot on your neck. You cry out in pleasure, moaning Finn's name. A knot forms in your stomach as you're pulled closer and closer to an orgasm. Finn says, "Ya look so good on top of me, baby."

You look down at Finn and pant, "You should let me do this more often then."

Finn pulls you down to him and you kiss him as you move rougher. Your moans and the sound of slapping skin fills the warm night air.

"I'm about to cum, Finn," you moan against Finn's lips.

Your fiance says, "No one's stopping ya, love."

After a few more movements, your body jerks as you cum around Finn. You moan his name mixed with profanities as you ride out your high. Finn quickly pulls out of you and he cums on his stomach. You're panting a bit as you look down at Finn. He looks up at you.

You say, "Please start letting me top occasionally. It's fun."

Finn laughs and kisses you slowly, full of tongue. He says, "We'll see."

You giggle against his lips. A small makeout session is ignited from this kiss. Your hands roam his body and yours roam his.

After about ten minutes of this, Finn grabs a towel and cleans you both up before saying, "Let's head inside, yeah? It's getting kinda cold."

You don't object to going inside. You get up and quickly run inside. Finn's right behind you. The two of you retire to your bedroom, where you cuddle naked beneath the sheets.

Both of you lay intertwined with each other when you say, "I don't wanna go weeks without doing this again, Finn. I need to be close to you like this."

Finn looks down at you and says, "Regal is going to cut back my hours that I spend at the Performance Center so I can spend some extra time with ya before our wedding. We have two weeks before the wedding, and I'll be spending half the time at the Performance Center."

You smile and say, "Really?"

Your fiancé nods and says, "Really. It was also his idea, and I wasn't gonna object to spending more time with my beautiful fiancée."

Overwhelmed with excitement, you say, "I'm so happy." You happily kiss Finn and he smiles into the kiss. "I love you."

"I love ya too, my ghra," Finn tells you.

[space-cathedral]

facts about the Hounds of Nebulae (except Aster whom I covered here):

solitaire:

female (she/her)

is the Day to Aster’s Night

Slightly smaller than Aster but. Still Big

her assigned duty is to monitor human activity during the day and report any issues, threats, and etc to Nebula

mainly hangs out with Aster and sees him has her Cool Older Bro

unlike Aster tho she is Very social and talkative and has a lot of spunk and picks up on human habits and patterns Very quickly

also unlike Aster she allows her Living Innards to run around freely so she can talk to and gossip with them bc it’s not like she has anybody else to really talk to lol

similar to Aster she is able to travel the entire world quickly and efficiently

can harness and wean sunlight into deadly weaponry if need be

has a fragment of the daytime sky in her mask

calamity:

yes (any pronouns are fine, but usually referred to as they/them)

was originally charged with controlling the weather (which they really struggled with), but was eventually changed to fending off natural disasters after Nuvo was discovered

is the oldest of the HoN, being the very first one born and the second life created by Nebula after Pangea 

around the same size as Aster (aka, huge)

tries to play themselves off as Edgy And Aloof but actually has a lot of hidden insecurities and this causes them to be Really moody and withdrawn

was tasked with finding the source of a massive blizzard (as they found that they were unable to control it) and was the one who located Nuvo

very rarely ever talks to the other HoN (including Nebula) and only really likes being around Nuvo

has a piece of a tempest in their mask

nuvo:

female (she/her)

assigned duty is to control the weather (which was a role originally given to Calamity)

second-born HoN

THE Smallest NoH; about 30+ of her could ride on Aster’s back And she likes to play in the meadow on Botany’s back

is an adult dog like the others but is just Very Teeny

in fact Nuvo is So tiny that Nebula was unaware that she’d even created her and as a result Nuvo got lost and bc she was only two seconds old and the world is Too Big her sadness and fear caused a violent deadly blizzard to flare up worldwide until Calamity found and saved her

she’s Very powerful but her small size causes her to have to go into Reboot Mode after using her powers for an extended period of time, which causes the weather to temporarily be out of control until she recovers (which is the main reason natural disasters happen)

hangs out with Calamity the most and serves has their Proud Emotional Support And External Happy Side

is a total sweetheart and is Everyone’s best friend by default. Even Yours

has a piece of a cloudy sky in her mask

botany:

male (he/him)

assigned with maintaining plant life of all kinds

around the same size as Solitaire

stays in forests and keeps to himself

goes into Sleep Mode during the winter

has flowers and misc plants growing from his body and his mask; is most known for the meadow of flowers growing on his back

he lets Nuvo play in said meadow from time to time

plants grow from his front footprints and his back ones can revive dead ones

is kinda smug and a bit of a smartass (Aster is like the Primary target of his snark) but. Is Overall Nice And Funny

in a deep one-sided rivalry with rabbits. he doesn’t hate them or hurt them but he’s just tired of them eating off his back all the time like little fuzzy freeloaders

[secret-engima]

So I started RWBY (thanks for that, it’s all from you), and I gotta say I love Yang. So are there any Dragon!Yang rambles you have? What about lunweiss too?

It’s been a while since I enjoyed a show like this, it’s nice

Hi!!! Welcome aboard!! And not to taint your opinions but just- idk I feel obligated to warn you that while I 100% recommend V1-V5, V6 is emotionally hard (and has plot points I am Not Happy With) and V7 is just ... a train wreck. A wonderfully animated, woefully badly written train wreck. And I’ve yet to watch v8 so I have no idea what’s going on THERE beyond Oscar being a Suffering Sunshine Boi.

But yes! Headcanons!!!! Also apologies for any spoilers I mention for the show in these? I don’t know where you are in the show and I’ve already talked a lot of spoilers I’m sure XD.

Dragon Yang:

-Yang is excited to go to Beacon actually. Nervous and dreading it, but excited. She’s learned over the two years since returning to Remnant how to manage her strength and limit her lethality, how to hide the worst of her ... odd behaviors. She wants to make new friends, and she’s hoping to see Velvet there (Yang transfers to Velvet’s combat school in this AU and makes friends with her by accident). But she’s also dreading the “living in dorms with strangers” thing.

-Then she learns Ruby is getting to join early and she oscillates between HECK YES SIBLING TEAM HERE WE COME to MY BABY SISTER IS NOT READY FOR THIS. PROTECC. Of course, she’s been training Ruby these last two years too, because she’s afraid of her own strength but she’s more afraid of Ruby being unprepared for the dangers of the world. Ruby will never be a STELLAR hand to hand but she can fight mean and run away and her parkour skills have reached ninja levels even without her Semblance.

-Now she just has to get on the same team as her sister.

-She’s honestly ... highly amused by the initiation exam? Like- yeah sure fling the DRAGON SLAYER off a CLIFF and expect her to be alarmed. Psh.

-She means to track down Ruby and is will on her way to doing so when she runs into Blake first. That’s ... a little annoying. She doesn’t even know this girl’s name (Yang never dragged Ruby off to make friends during the pre-initiation sleepover thing in this AU) but it’s not Blake’s fault so.

-Also, on the note of Blake lemme just sidetrack to point out something interesting in Yang’s mentality. She can tell the moment she smells Blake that Blake is a Faunus.

-She still doesn’t think of her as a Faunus. Because- to Yang, she genuinely doesn’t .... really understand the difference between Faunus and human? To her everyone is human, some of them just have extra bits and more useful senses. And this is a TOTALLY UNCONSCIOUS MENTALITY from back when she was living on Earthland. Because in Earthland, people can look really, really weird (especially in the magic community) and yet they are all still called “humans” and are still treated perfectly normal. Like this girl from canon Fairy Tail show-

That tail and those ears are 100% real, they move and react like actual limbs in the anime, but they weren’t always THERE. When that character was teeny, she looked like a “normal” human, but her magic is feline oriented and so over the years those traits GREW on her. And literally NO ONE BATS AN EYE IN THE SHOW. Not even the people who knew her when she was tiny non-cat human child. She’s far from the only example, but she’s the easiest to think of especially in regards to the Faunus thing.

-So yeah, Yang smells feline traits on Blake and just- doesn’t even react. Doesn’t mention it to anyone because her brain skips right over “cat ears = Faunus” in this world and goes straight to “ah yes, my new 100% nonmagical human teammates. My Sister, Ice Child, and Girl With Decent Hearing Thank Goodness”.

-So while Blake thinks she’s keeping her Faunus traits a secret from her whole team, her partner Yang is just vibing off to the side, perfectly aware that Blake has cat ears but still thinking of her and every other Faunus as regular ol’ humans.

-Yang doesn’t abandon Ruby at the entrance to Beacon either, so Weiss made a ... bad impression on Yang very quickly for yelling at Ruby’s sister for an accident. Yang shut that whole thing down pretty fast, but Ruby was still feeling humiliated and nervous and Weiss was prickly and embarrassed by Yang’s blunt opinions.

-Yeah it’s a good thing they can bond via Nevermore killing because otherwise this team would be way more dysfunctional than it is in the first few days.

-Yang has mixed opinions on Team JNPR. It is painfully clear Jaune has no idea what he’s doing, but frankly she has her hands full with her own team atm and no time to try to gently bully this boy into proper training. She makes a note to do it later. Pyrrha smells lonely and she’s a sweetheart. Nora is wayyyy to prone to getting into Yang’s (and everyone’s) personal space. Ren is nice. He has manners and he smells of tea.

-There’s a scene early on where this guy called Cardin bullies Velvet for her ears by grabbing them and pulling them and I’ve never like how none of the main characters or anyone else try to hELP.

-Ergo, when that scene happens, Yang promptly gets up, twists Cardin’s wrist so that he lets Velvet’s ear go, then picks him up by the back of his shirt and flings him right through the farthest cafeteria window she can aim at from this angle. When his team of fellow bullies take it poorly, she proceeds to throw them through other windows.

-Her only defense when taken to the Headmaster’s office to face down Glynda and a very bemused Ozpin is that 1. at least she didn’t break their jaws or bones like she did the first time she caught someone bullying Velvet, 2. Professor Goodwitch can fix the windows with telekinesis to it’s not like the school was actually damaged and 3. if the Headmaster can fling people off cliffs for initiations, she can fling people through windows for being moronic bullies that needed spanking when they were five and spoiled but never got it.

-Goodwitch is not amused. Ozpin, on the other hand, is highly amused by trying not to show it. Yang can smell it and sense it in his magic tho.

-Yang, later in the dorms, more to herself then anyone, “So Velvet was born with one more pair of ears than most humans have, that’s no reason to be a jerk. I mean come on, he was born with a dumb face but I left him alone until he made the first move.”

-Blake: *vague staticky brain noises of confusion* “She’s ... a Faunus.”

-Yang: Gesundheit.

-Yang meeting Ironwood is gonna be-

-Fun.

-Because she first meets him in v2/v3 when he shows up for the Vytal Festival and brings an army with him and it makes Yang’s instincts SCREECH. This is OZPIN’S territory and this random general man is stomping all over it, bringing his army with him like some kind of power statement and she is immediately ready to Throw Hands with this man on Ozpin’s behalf just out of PRINCIPLE. So when she goes up to visit him at one point and finds Ironwood already there, she ignores the conversation she interrupted by arriving, points at Ironwood and goes, “Is this guy bothering you, Headmaster? Should I through him out the window? Or down the elevator shaft?”

-Ironwood is stunned that a student just- SAYS THAT. Ozpin, who has already gotten to know Yang enough to know that her social default setting is “subtle as a brick that’s been dunked in gasoline and set on fire”, sighs, “I’m fine, Yang. This is General Ironwood from Atlas.”

-Yang clicks her tongue and cracks her knuckles, “I know who he is, he’s the guy who showed up and cluttered up your skies with those rattling junk heaps he calls an army. It’s why I asked if you wanted me to throw him.”

-Ironwood, truly aghast, “Excuse me?”

-(ngl I DO like Ironwood and feel like they did his character dirty in v7 and likely v8 but, especially in v2/v3 he does have a bit of a arrogance problem)

Lunweiss:

-Weiss probably confuses so many people at Beacon. She is a Schnee, so while people are expecting some measure of dignity they are also expecting snobbery or brattiness and instead she’s just- the sweetest, mildest person under her reserve?

-Jaune still has a huge crush on her, she firmly but gently informs him that she’s just not interested. When he is slow to take the hint she gets upset, but that just means she withdraws in on herself.

-Yang, activating her Big Sister instincts: Yo, Jaune. I like you, you’re a good friend. But if you don’t drop it then I’m going to drop kick you off the top of Beacon Tower.

-Jaune: o.o yes ma’am.

-Lunweiss has had ... something of a deprived childhood in both lives. I don’t mean physically, because of course as Oracle and then as Heiress she had the best clothes and finest foods, but just- in the ordinary Teenage Life Experience. Things like video games and board games, carnival food, shopping with friends- she doesn’t have any real experiences like that? So obviously, as soon as Team RWBY realizes this (aka the day they’re lounging around the dorm and Luna asks what “these” are, “these” being Yang’s and Ruby’s collection of video games), they set out to do All The Fun Things with Weiss. Even Blake gets in on it when she comes to the somewhat stunning realization that the life experience even she, the Faunus activist, took for granted, is stuff Weiss has only ever heard of distantly in books and film.

-Weiss, bemusedly attempting to play a video game while Yang and Ruby lean on either shoulder and coach her on the buttons: ...What is the purpose of this?

-Ruby: *initiates lore dump about the video game plot and characters and emotional story beats*

-Yang, yanking Ruby’s hood over her head so she sputters to a stop: To unwind and have fun with friends.

-Weiss: I thought that was what ‘sleepover night’ was for?

-Ruby: People can do more than one ‘fun’ activity, Weiss.

At one point Blake reluctantly takes Weiss book shopping because Ruby, as Team Leader, has organized an entire schedule of “who does what fun thing with Weiss” and this was hers: So this is my favorite book store, the fiction genres are that way, non-fiction is that way, and comics are over there.

Weiss: *looks incredibly, hopelessly lost* Ummmmm

Blake: ... let’s start simple. What kind of books did you read as a kid?

Weiss, a little helplessly: whatever the tutors my father hired deemed proper for my education at the time and whatever books I could sneak out of the library without being caught and told to put them back because they were either “too young” for me, “too old”, or “not proper for a young lady of my standing”. Grandfather had a lot of books that my father put in that latter category and eventually he just- locked the doors to the library entirely and bought a new copy of whatever my teachers or tutors said I needed.

Blake: *listens to this and slowly has an internal crisis that the ‘spoiled’ Schnee heiress has never been allowed to read her own choice of books aka Blake’s favorite childhood activity*

Blake, a little desperately: Are there any books you remember enjoying as a child? Even if they were assigned?

Weiss combs through her memories, decides that’s not productive, and goes all the way back to her Luna lifetime before tentatively admitting: I ... enjoyed reading mythology and other tales set in historical eras with little evidence of being actually true, but entertaining nonetheless, especially since they often had a moral component woven in.

Blake runs that through her internal Weiss Translator: Fairy tales. You like fairy tales. Okay, I can work with that.

[achilleasfury]

Hello! Hope you have a great day or night ahead of you! Could I have HC's of a platonic Homicidal (oof I struggled on that for a few seconds) Liu x reader, where the reader has prom, but doesn't have anyone to go with. So, Liu takes it upon himself to go with them? Reader is gender neutral, pretty short (I read an HC of Liu being 6'5) so, the reader is about 5'3 or 5'4. Its a masquerade theme, so they'll put on masks. Sully only tolerates the reader. Also, can I be 🌷 anon? :D

YEA SURE!! welcome tulip flower anon!! (i dont have the enomjis on my pc KJNDSKJG)

also yes yes Liu i love him!!!! also you say headcanons? guess what. fuck that, i wanted to make it a small fic /lh

also uh. I have literally no clue how proms work. I just heard people talk about it/show pictures so yea KJSDBGKJ

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You didn't think it would be that bad if you didn't have anyone to go to prom with. Your best friend, Liu, seemed to think otherwise tho. With the sternest look he could manage while looking down at you in your prom wear, he explained.

"You deserve a prom date. Whether it'd be romantic or platonic. Even if its just an excuse to not dance with somebody, or to not feel alone. You shouldn't have to go all by yourself. Which is... why i decided that I will be your platonic prom date, and you can't say anything against it. .. Because it is this way now. Let me get my suit, and then get going.", while talking, the stern look vanished to reveal a soft smile and he booped your nose. "Small little (Y/N), we'll look fantastic, while not dancing at all." You just continued to stare at him, till he shifted a bit uncomfortable.

"oh sweet, sweet Liu. You can't just be my date, and then expect me not to dance. Oh, how dare you, mistaken tall ass fucking boy.", you smiled innocently up to him, patting his arm. "I want at least one dance with you, to agree to let you be my date." Liu sighed, nodding defeated. "One. Only because you're you."

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Liu sighed, rubbing his eyes. Sully was being incredibly annoying on how he didn't want to dance if there would be a situation that forced the demon-like entity to get in control, and then awaken in the middle of a dance. He may tolerate (Y/N), but he wasn't too fond of anything more than that.

"You might see them as your little sibling, or whatever, but we, especially I, are not here to form family bonds. We're here to find somebody." "I am aware, Sully. They need me tho. I am not willing to let people pick on them, because they didnt have a plus-one. And if no one else it fitting, I'd place myself in that role every time, ever and ever again. I will make sure they are fine. And you wont stop me. We both know that." "Fine, keep spoiling your little emotional support human. Dont get too attached. You might not be able to keep them long."

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"Looking good, L. The mask suits you. How did you even find it in the color of my accessoire??? You had like. Three hours to get ready."

Just a teeny tiny bit confused you looked at Liu.

"Lets just say.. a friend helped me, after I showed them a picture of the color.", he smiled ominously. "Now, beautiful royal. Care for a dance? Gotta get it done before the buffet opens.", his smile almost looked a bit pained at the thought of dancing. A while ago Liu had really enjoyed dancing, swinging to the music. He just. Couldnt do it so carelessly anymore, and that bugged him.

As you two slowly moved to the music, your bodies close together(you could almost hear his heartbeat), a loud sigh escaped his lips, causing you to jump slightly.

"Are you alright?", Liu asked, a worried look oh his face, most hidden by the mask.

"Yea no, stop sighing that loud.", you poked him. "I know that the buffet looks like a wedding invitation, but the dance isnt over, M'lord. You can eat after. Its not long anymore", comforting, you patted his shoulder, smiling softly.

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"Liu?" "hmh.. yea?"

"I think it was a good choice to give in to you basically begging to dance and spend the evening with me." "Oh you fucker, I didnt beg", within a short moment he was on his feet again, tackling you to the ground. "How dare you change my words"

You couldnt stop giggling, even as he rolled off of you, poking you, so youd answer him.

In the end, it really turned out to be a nice day, spent with your best friend. I

[meetmeatthecoda]

I absolutely ♥️ADORE♥️ Scripted and would love to read your director’s commentary for it!

Oh, anon!! 😍 I'm SO THRILLED that you loved Scripted so much, that makes me so happy!! 🥰 Especially that you loved it enough to want to read my "director's commentary" (that phrase makes me laugh, you'd think I created a feature length film all by myself 🤣), so I think I'll skim through the fic - it's been a while since I re-read it - & make a bullet-point list of any special BTS info I can think of 😊 Anddd I'll also put it under a read more cause you know me, I never use one word when one hundred will do 😂

So, the fic itself was inspired by the ending of 5.08 where Liz wakes from her coma to Red reading to her in an armchair as he had been for the past 10 months, it's fine, I'm fine but she still has a ventilator in so she can't talk & instead has to write "how long?" on a piece of paper & her handwriting is super shake-y bc her muscles are so weak (I think Red even helps her hold the pen? It's clearly been a while since I re-watched the ep whoops but ugh, be still my heart.) For some reason, I just latched onto the idea of a mute Liz, really suffering with the implications of everything she went through (since her recovery was so glossed over in the show boo) & Red 1000% being there for her. Mostly, I just wanted to dive into the dynamic of Liz letting Red care for her the way he's always wanted to (without Tom & Agnes btw) to the point where their relationship is unhealthy in its reliance, but neither can see it bc Liz is blocking things out (& unknowingly falling in love with him) & Red is just so thrilled to be able to love & care for her (while already deeply in love with her obvi). So yeah, that was the kind of dynamic & closeness I wanted to explore between them & it was... really fun 😊

The idea of the coma providing the perspective Liz needed to see that Red has always had her best interests at heart & clearly loves her (in addition to the fact that he never left her side or gave up during those 10 months lol peak romance tbh) seemed very organic & logical to me.

I liked the idea of Red & Liz playing board games as a way to pass the time & get to know each other better. It's the kind of casual interaction we were never gifted with in the show & I think they're both competitive in the right circumstances, even if its playfully so.

I liked the idea of Liz being urged to learn ASL, as I'm deaf in one ear & would dearly love to learn it at some point.

The detail of Red sleeping on a cot close enough to Liz's hospital bed that they can hold hands in their sleep was a total guilty pleasure addition & I'm not sorry.

I loved the scene in the beginning where Red is talking to Dembe on the phone in the hallway & Liz is practicing her letters. She's purely doing it so Red doesn't worry & I loved the idea of her being apathetic to everything except Red's concerns, plus I added in the parenthetical of (Red sometimes squints at her k's.) bc I thought it represented that well, but also bc it was just cute af. I also added the little detail of him waving at her through the window at the last minute bc I thought the scene needed something else & once I pictured that, it was too adorable to leave out.

Red handling all the details of Liz's care & transportation without asking (bc he instinctively knew that's what Liz wanted) only to turn around & panic about excluding her seemed like a very RED thing to do & I like how it emphasizes his well-meaning intentions, respect for her preferences, & desire to see her happy, even if she did actually want to leave him lol as if.

I liked the visual of Liz stumbling into Red's arms as she stands from her hospital bed to leave with him (sets a precedent for later) & I also loved the visual of a pen in her ponytail & of course Red using it to flirt a little bc come on.

I remember struggling to write the car ride transition to the lake house. I usually get ideas & visions for specific scenes, moments, or bits of dialogue, so those kind of transition moments are hard for me sometimes. But I liked that I settled on Red helping to ground Liz through touch (again, sets a precedent for later).

Red & Liz playing hangman in the car with Red using the word "fedora" & drawing a suited hangman made me giggle.

I can see the lake house very clearly in my mind, complete with the willow tree, bench, & tiny house (included bc I desperately want a tiny house in real life) & I really enjoyed describing the interior & imagining the joy Red would get out of decorating it with Liz in mind.

Their first night in the house where Liz has her nightmare & Red comforts her - that was a scene I had in mind very early on & I love how it turned out, especially with Liz mouthing "stay with me" into Red's neck, that part gave me All The Feels™.

The "morning after" scene where Liz realizes on some level that she's too dependent on Red is an important moment in the fic & the off-hand detail that at least "she's not going around murdering people & calling it therapy" was a bit of shade to Ruin (which I don't think I ever saw bc I was kind of appalled with the idea lol) I think I posted Scripted after Ruin aired... if not, I guess I'm psychic?? LOL

The breakfast scene - & the fact that Red is preparing every breakfast food known to man bc he's nervous too - is near & dear to my heart. I think that's a pretty pivotal scene since they kind of reach an unspoken agreement & peace &... "things settle after that first breakfast."

I liked the teeny little parenthetical section that comes next as well, which acts as a sort of middle point for the fic.

The next large chunk of the fic was pure indulgence for me. I LOVED writing about all the different things they would do together when it was just the two of them, it was basically a collection of Lizzington headcanons & that's how I sketched them out LOL Here's some notes on them:

I came up with the jigsaw puzzle headcanon (that Liz is bored by them bc they're easy for her bc she's a trained psychologist & easily sees patterns in things) late in the editing process but loved it so much that I included it.

Liz's sandwich preference is actually mine LOL

The Monopoly banter was fun af to write bc I love that game.

The love notes Liz leaves around the house for Red is still an all-time favorite headcanon of mine.

I loved the idea of Red reading to Liz in a foreign language, holding the book only for looks, but not actually reading from it at all & instead professing his love for her. I think I've even used that headcanon in another fic LOL

Their movie nights were also something I was dying to include, especially since they include snacks & cuddles.

Their co-sleeping habits were also something I wanted to include & Liz's newly tactile nature is both a symptom of her dependence on Red & also a guilty pleasure thing for me bc we all wanted more of Red & Liz touching on screen, plus I felt obligated to explain through Red that it wasn't sexual in nature (though if I ever get around to writing part 2, that will change 😉)

Dembe being the one to observe & interfere in their situation was an early scene I imagined as well, that was always going to be the climax of the fic (or at least part 1). I so enjoyed writing about Red & Liz's relationship through his eyes bc he just loves them both & only wants to help them.

Another pivotal scene I imagined early on was Liz having a panic attack with Dembe when she discovers Red has left & that was super engaging to write, as well as the reunion between them which... I pretty much wrote the whole fic with the goal of getting to that lovely angst LOL

Red's resolve to finally urge Liz to speak was heart-breaking to write (so naturally I loved it lol what's wrong with me) & in particular the detail of them eating fruit for lunch before he broaches the topic with her & the parenthetical about it being "a sign from the cosmos that they are meant to be together just because they don't eat each other's favorite fruit" made my heart happy even tho it's stupid LOL & when Red asks her if she would ever try to speak again & she responds with a simple written "Why?" that was a huge moment that I loved the angst of, of course. As well as the absolutely gutting: "Lizzie, I miss your voice."

I liked that Liz needs some time to think & accept everything Red forces her to realize at the end, that was super important to me in the resolution of the fic/part 1 & I tried really hard to include both their mentalities there at the end.

The fact that Red hasn't had a drink since he started caring for Liz also made my shipping heart happy.

And - lastly - the fact that the only thing Liz actually says in the whole fic is Red's name? Yeah 🥲🥲🥲

Welp, there you go, anon, I'm not sure if that was interesting to you at all, but I certainly hope so!! I know that was a lot but... it's a long fic, my longest ever, so I figure it's warranted, right?? 😂 Anyway, thank you so much, both for the compliment of loving Scripted AND for wanting to read more about it, anon, you are so sweet!! 🥰 I hope you enjoyed this & much, much love to you, my friend!! ❤️

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