#oooooohhhh my god than you

[robin-evry]

I'M LOVING THE IF YUU WAS HEADCANONS

Now hear me out.

What if Yuu was an Inugami?

Oooooohhhh you gave me an idea since it's October I'll post headcanon about spooky yuu or do some request everyday if I can, ask and you shall receive. I present to you inugami!yuu

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 🐕‍🦺👻

Inugami (犬神, "dog god/spirit"), like kitsunetsuki, is a spiritual possession by the spirit of a dog, widely known about in western Japan. Inugami (犬神) is a possession spirit similar to foxes (kitsune) but is located in places where foxes are absent, primarily in western Japan and the island of Shikoku.

( English is not my first language )

Day one : inugami!yuu

During the entrance ceremony, the headmaster Crowley realizes one student is missing and goes to find them to be selected for their respective dorms

Unfortunately after going around the school and even using the school ghosts to insist him on his quest for the student. But it seems that they disappeared Maybe they were scared or overwhelmed by the school so they ran away, but on the bright side Crowley found a dog following him who is wearing the ceremonial robe maybe the student takes off the robe and wears it to keep it warm.

Soon Crowley decided to adopt this adorable dog, giving them cheap food, a warm place to sleep in his office and new toys the cheap one. Although the dog tends to enter a class and sit somewhere as if it was a student. They even do the same task as the students doing their homework and when they walk past the staff it barks signaling as a good morning or good afternoon as if they were a student. Many students adored the dog especially the first years, ace and deuce treated the dog as if they were their best friend and companion

That reminds me the missing student still has not been found yet. Anyway soon something weird is happening at school for a few days, some students started to sleep walk or black out and then woke up in a different location. One student reports saying that they black out and found themselves in a restaurant with 5 bowls of soba and all of them are empty as if he was asleep eating. It seems like a ghost has been terrorizing the students of NRC by possessing them and buying multiple bowls of soba , all possessed students have had the same feeling of something entering their ears before blacking out.

After a few days the ghost managed to track down and was chased by the dorm leaders to the headmasters office. Soon the identity of the ghost was revealed, a mist appeared and the supposedly missing student, wasn't missing at all they were just in a different form and it was revealed the missing student was the dog of the headmaster and is an inugami.

Inugami!yuu finally met the first years for the first time in their human form. At first ace was surprised and while deuce was more shocked than ever. But after the shock was over. They will resume back to normal but ace will still tease and make fun of inugami!yuu by calling them a good boy.

They will apologize to the students they possessed and have to compensate the bowls of soba they bought using the students money. When the first year asked why would inugami possess the students they get "headmaster Crowley barely gives me good food always the cheapest ones so they possessed students to go out and eat their favorite food soba".

Even tho they manage to hide their identity for weeks, many students have already gotten suspicion over the dog cause how can the dog know how to write and understand things, this is an unusual dog behavior, especially to Leona. There's no way a dog can act like that.

Crowley moves inumagi!yuu to the ramshackle dorm because he was creeped out,( he told them all of his dark secrets ). Regardless Crowley will care for them even if their identity was revealed.

Floyd would casually try to squeeze inugami!yuu and hug them when he sees them. Just like when they're in disguise as a dog. And inugami!yuu would hug him back because he's behavior doesn't change after their identity was revealed

Inugami!yuu is extremely loyal to people they consider family. To the point inugami!yuu would never snitch in the first years and will protect them from any danger, for example inugami!yuu made a force field to protect the first year's from riddle overblot.

Similar to kitsune!yuu, inugami!yuu is a master at magic and possesses many magical abilities, but the difference between kitsune!yuu and them, inugami!yuu specialized in possession differently from kitsune!yuu who specializes in illusion magic. they are able to possess multiple people without any troubles at all and as well to enter people's minds and see their memories.

Inugami!yuu sympathize with the overblot squad but still it doesn't give them the right to hurt people. This leads to them being protective over the first years and a dislike towards the overblot squad but after time inugami!yuu will learn to forgive them but not now...

Regardless inagumi!yuu would fit right in NRC, and will always be their friend and classmate in NRC.

I kinda got carried away because of how much I love this idea, but I hope you guys enjoy this headcanon.

[ohnomytummy]

describe the perfect belly ache for a chubby puppy bf.. and spare no details 💜🐶

Mmmm well 😉

Considering his taste for all things greasy and packed with dairy, a belly ache evening would start with a pizza and their favorite soda…diet Coke maybe? I’d dare them to eat it as fast as they can, timing him from start to finish, putting that belly to the first of many tests. By the end his belly is warmed up, taught and round but not too tight.

Of course, the cheese hits his belly so fast there’s already tummy ache complaints and pained whines seconds, it seems, after his final bite and time are announced. I’m soft on my puppy, especially at first, letting his bloated gut land in my lap to kiss and rub through the beginning dairy cramps.

But this tummy time has a time limit…the goal is make his belly ache, right?

I’d pamper his tummy for no more than 10 minutes, after which the next meal would be coming out of the oven: Deep fried mozzarella sticks, so gooey, dripping with grease, and bowls of sauces lined up for dipping.

I present them to you while you’re still grumbling about your tummy gurgles from the pizza and suddenly your eyes pop and your mouth opens to a deep groan. I’ve stacked a dozen large fried logs in a pyramid, and my baby must eat every last one in under 12 minutes. If he can, at least…

You eat. And eat. And eat. My eyes devour you as you devour the fried cheese, shaking your belly and burping, desperate for the room to pass your test.

The timer ticks and my baby boy sucks down his second course. Despite being still full from the pizza, he manages to pass the second test, but just barely. 11:24. Nearly choked on the last one just to make it.

“My *buraaahhp* tummy *huff huff.* That’s *burp* enough *huff* *burp* *hic* cheese.”

Another 10 minutes is spent adoring that tummy. Complimenting it’s bloated, expanding capabilities. “My puppy has such an impressive appetite.” I’ve left kisses and marks all down your body, and my hand prints might as well be molded into your rolls. You’re pushing your limits for me. I can’t get enough of how desperately full your becoming in my name.

But then the time is up and course three is on it’s way. “No ugh…my belly hurts so bad, you know I’m lactose intolerant, sir.” You look down and blush, whispering in heat and embarrassment. “…and I’m getting so gassy.”

I look you gently in the eye, take your lower belly in my hands and shake your cheese filled guts. You squeak, moan, and let out the gas I knew you’d been holding in, trying not let me know how bad your tummy really hurts. “Bellies get gassy, sweetheart. Don’t worry about that.”

I win, of course, and you allow me to bring you the next plate…or bag. Enough McDonald’s for two, but it’s really just…you.

Two large orders of perfectly cooked fries, two quarter pounders (with cheese, duh) and the finale: two large chocolate milkshakes. If you can eat everything, you get to stop. A fair deal, in my opinion, but your eyes grow wide and you start to plead the plight of your exhausted tummy. “I can’t finish that!”

At that moment a cramp rumbles from your stomach to your lower gut. I watch you curl your knees into your tummy and wrap your arms quickly around your bare belly, which now looks red and bulbous, angry, almost. “Oooooohhhh fuck…god *a gurgle I can hear from across the room sounds and a wet fart slips out* my belly. I’ve eaten way too mu-*buuurrrp*-ch already, how do you expect me to *groans* finish *gulp* that?”

I move towards you and wrap your curled, aching body into my arms, kissing your strained temples and wiping the sweat from your forehead. “I expect you,” I rub a deep, firm circle over your swollen stomach, making your moan “to do as your told.” I reach for the bag, open the first quarter pounder, and begin feeding you slowly. No time limit on your last round (I’m secretly desperate to see you even try to finish. I don’t think you really can, but the challenge was too tempting not to give you). You get the rest of the night to finish stuffing your face.

When you get through the first fries and burger, your tummy is so tight it’s pulsing. With a hand over the very top of your gut, I can feel how much your body is struggling to let every bite into it’s overwhelmed system. Your whole abdomen looks…strained. When we start the second burger, all bites are followed by moans and whispered complaints. “Not another bite *swallow.* I’m gonna burst *swallow.* You’re giving me a tummy ache! *takes an even bigger bite.*” But I know how much you’re burning, how fast your eating so we can move on to the reward portion of the evening.

I know how much my puppy wants a days long upset belly. A tummy ache for the ages.

As you finish both fries and burgers, I have to stop myself from drooling. You’re a vision, burping and moaning and begging me to get the milkshakes from the freezer so we can get it all over with already. You’re really planning on finishing both…I can’t believe it. I’m as consumed by your belly as you are by pleasing me, doing all that I ask.

The milkshakes begin to soften while I hold the cups to your lips. I’ve taken off the caps and gotten your funnel. We both want the milkshakes in your gut. Fast.

I pour and you chug, the milkshakes just frozen enough to be delicious but warm enough to gulp down with little to no struggle

I watch your tummy expand so quickly I’m shocked. If I thought your belly was full before…it’s like the shakes are filling in every last gap you have and pushing everything out. Your back is starting to arch, and I can hear how much your struggling to deal with the pain of your fast growing tummy. When the last of the shakes are down the funnel and dripping from your lips, you’ve got tears pricked in your eyes. I remove the funnel, you’re panting and groaning uncontrollably. Your hands don’t stop roaming your tummy, cluelessly pressing into every tight bubble daring to burst your bubble belly.

An awe-filled “oh my god” escapes as I watch you. I can’t think, can’t move. You actually did it. You finished everything in under 2 hours, most of it spent on round three. I can feel my desire dripping down my thighs, leaving visible wet spots on my shorts. You’re a non-stop luscious view of bloated burps and cramps. I can basically see your belly shake as the food tries to move through you unsuccessfully. It must feel like you swallowed a cheese filled brick, I think. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Full.”

[acatinafancyhat]

Watched Chess på Svenska last night since people have been recommending it! Boy it was A Lot. My family has no respect for bonkers Swedish musicals so i'm just gonna vent the thoughts i had while watching it here. Beware of spoilers (though I probably haven't even noted half of the crazy shit that happened this show is really something else).

I had only seen RAH Chess in Concert and a few snippets of other versions going into this so that was my baseline, but in hindsight these two versions aren't really comparable since they're barely trying to tell the same story...

This is a little long I apologize i had many thoughts (: Also this formatting may or may not work, I'm about to find out.

Act I

- First impression: oh wow Chess has a plot now

- So Anatoly is the protagonist? Interesting.

- I like Swedish Florence she's cute? However Swedish Freddie has been on screen for five seconds and he already Sucks

- Ok I was NOT prepared for drunk florence singing nobody's side but turns out that's exactly what this musical needed

- Oooooohhhh Florence and Anatoly running into each other in the hotel could it be?? that this version?? actually invests in their relationship????

- Jean Jaques van Boren what a name, and he didn't even need one

- This arbiter is in a show all of his own look at the little man go he's so into it. Into what, I'm not sure.

- Wait is he flying on a wire because he's above the game is this symbolism

- Did Freddie... did he just... eat a chess piece?? I... what...??

- Aww hungover Florence is trying so hard to be dignified i'm already very up for her walking out on Freddie in this one.

- "the toads fall out of your mouth" heh idioms from other languages are the best

- Um this arbiter kinda gives me the creeps?

- Florence and Anatoly hanging out! bonding! not just running off into the sunset after being in the general vicinity of each other for 5 minutes!! (No offense to RAH Mountain Duet it's great and hating on Freddie together is a hilarious catalyst for their relationship but I'm actually getting invested here)

- Someone Else's Story is literally a different song but it works

- "husband" wait are Florence and Freddie supposed to be married in this?

- Sneaking away from Molokov ahahahaha

- oh sHIT YOU LEAVE THAT CHILD ALONE!

- And they are aware that there is no embassy in Merano yes thank you i did wonder about that like these places don't grow on trees how did they all even get there in RAH?

- Coming to the conclusion that everyone in Merano is batshit crazy

- And just realized that Walter isn't even here. Does he not exist? Has Sweden canceled the CIA?

- Swedish Mountain Duet is also a different song. Anatoly is very charming yet has lowkey Bastard vibes. Florence is clearly having a minor mental breakdown here maybe don't drag her into your midlife crisis? Oh well, at least he has some respect for her, unlike chess piece munching Freddie...

- But "She's my only friend" aw fuck now i have feelings about this asshole

- Anthem is good. Anthem is always good.

Act II

- Start of this act is already looking Intense

- Swedish Freddie is such a trainwreck my god.

- How To Lose a Girl in Ten Seconds the autobigraphy by Frederick Trumper

- "So you want to break up" FUCK the look on his face just killed me

- This Pity the Child is somehow more pathetic than other versions I have seen. And i mean that in the best way. He's hugging the pillow. Just wants mommy to love him. Fuck.

- So here's Endgame showing up early hmmm

- And here's Anatoly evolving from lowkey bastard into full on piece of shit. Has Svetlana done anything to deserve this abuse? Not to my knowledge, no.

- "You're an ass!" Sveta sweetie you are absolutely correct

- But at least he loves his kid I give him one (1) credit for that.

- I have mixed feelings about Heaven Help My Heart in RAH but it works much better here in terms of both timing and lyrics!

- Oohh new Svetlana song (heard of it but never heard it). Yes Sveta you TELL him.

- Merano reprise?

- Happy Florence!!! Happy Florence!!!! Happy Florence is adorable look at her precious smile!!!!!

- Aaaaand in comes freddie to fuck it up.

- (gets his kicks above the waistline but sure knows how to hit below the belt)

- "Take it easy, little friend" omg

- *aggressively clinging to each other while singing about how they never want to see the other person again* yep i'm dead

- This Freddie really has zero redeeming qualities AND YET

- oh random acrobatics? cool. i'm no longer surprised by anything that happens on this stage.

- Jean Jacques van Boren is back. I want to compare him to something but every time i see him my mind just goes blank in quiet horror.

- Svetlana strolling in to slay that cheating motherfucker

- Ok I support Sveta's rage always but I have to say i do not love this flipping of I Know Him So Well. I mean, what's the point? Why do they have to fight? It's not like it's Florence's fault Anatoly decided to run off (at least not in this version) since it was pretty clear from the beginning that him and Sveta weren't doing,, super great. The original song has its own issues but I stand behind the concept of Florence and Sveta bonding over their shared experiences with shitty men and especially this shitty man. Now it just makes me like both of them less. And it still doesn't pass the Bechdel test. Ugh.

- Molokov gets a Tragic Backstory because everyone needs one i guess

- It is not smart to fuck with the KGB. Anatoly appears startled by this.

- Side note this act has too little Freddie in it where's my epic rivalry where is the drama

- The way the stage is set up for the final match is pretty cool though

- This match feels a little anticlimactic but in a way that sort of works? Everyone's made their choices already? This is just the inevitable end to the tragedy and you can feel it.

- It does make the whole 'singing the names of previous champions' thing seem a little out of sync. We're past that, this obviously isn't about chess anymore.

- The circular ending is neat. The Story of Chess still doesn't fit the rest of the narrative. Again, very little actual chess in this.

- At this point I don't really care about Anatoly's feelings but Florence deserves better. Normally I'd say she deserves Svetlana but this Svetlana is kind of terrible so, hm, no. She deserves to be single and recover from her breakdown in peace i honestly don't want her to see any of these people again.

Well I definitely understand why this is some people's favorite version! The story's close to solid, and even though everyone's an asshole, they all have their moments of being... if not sympathetic, then at least just pathetic (looking at you Freddie) enough that the audience can give a damn. Personally i still prefer RAH, but then I did come here by way of Rent so I'm biased.

Anyway if you haven't seen Chess på Svenska yet go watch it, you will come out of the experience a different person but you won't have wasted your time :)

[devintrinidad]

Oh my god that's delightful to know! RBC being the drive force for everyone in the last arc! I love her so much. I just know they got together after this (it's canon trust me)

but with 1146 she's experiencing it all over again, but this time, she's the one who will hold his hand and catch him if he falls. It probably makes her feel wanted in the best way possible

OOoh that's a *really* good point!!! And since it was probably before she started officially working, she must have been with another red blood cell under training, so most likely someone who has known her since she was little and therefore has a certain idea of her. I know this isn't a popular thing but I feel like she would enjoy having someone who *hasn't* known her since she was young but rather someone who judges her based on what she is now. It's very possible someone would easily consider her the "clumsy classmate" (even in an affectionate light) and I feel like she would appreciate being seen as *more* than that!

considering that there are trillions of cells, how are they going to meet again???

SOULMATES I TELL YOU. Try to convince me they don't get reincarnated together YOU CAN'T

Speaking of the WBC squad, you are right they would totally support seeing their leader happy. THEY ARE THE BEST HYPE BUDDIES AND WINGMEN (embarassingly) OKAY . I think they would support their bro at first after finding out he has a crush on ae-3803  despite not knowing anything about her. They just want their buddy to be happy. But when they get to know more about her (outside from the instances of seeing her screaming and running away for her dear life in the battle field bc that is NOT a great impression.) , they approve of them EVEN HARDER and they are very glad they won't have to make ridiculously bizarre plans to get 1146 to confess to her

Also you mentioned 2001 in the previous ask and I forgot to talk about it but OH GOD he is so hot 🫦 I genuinely love his design (there is just something about bald/buzz cut characters that scratches something in my brain). Also this is more of a personal hc but I feel like he'd use sign language a lot!

And Thank you so much too!! I had lots of fun rambling about CAW with you! Hope you have a great night/day as well <333

Oh my gosh, I would love some more 3803 lore, she would definitely be the type to have puppy crushes and date a few cells here and there. And you have a point! I bet she would like to date someone who hasn't known her since she was a young erythroblast so when 1146 ends up in her life, she's eager to show him that she's more than just the poor, confused little cell in the bone marrow!

1146 more than lives up to her expectations when it's clear that he respects her, not only because she serves a vital role in the body, but also because of her fortitude.

Hehehehe, soulmate au when??? (just kidding, someone else made a wonderful au years ago and it's on ao3!)

WBC squad are simultaneously the best bros and the worst wingmen ever. (If 3803 hasn't made it clear already that she plans on pursuing 1146, they definitely let it slip that 1146 likes her!)

YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON EVER--I REALLY DO MEAN EVER--TO SHARE MY EXACT SAME THOUGHTS WITH HIM

MAH POOR BOI WHO DOESN'T GET ANY ATTENTION!

He doesn't get much characterization (if any), but I believe that he's the old man in the group (besides 1146) who looks straitlaced and aloof, but he's so mischievous and cunning when he wants to be. Oooooohhhh, and sign language? That's an amazing headcanon! He does look like to be a man of very few words, often preferring action, so I can see him using his hands and facial expressions to get his point across!

(He signs everything with a deadpan expression, hahaha)

Thanks for the headcanons and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :

[adventurer-gearld]

I am curious about this Au. Tell me all about it

Alright so. Ace Attorney, but now they have Pokémon, it may not change the storyline massively BUT everyone has a backstory and events that transpire with the pokèmon, like how they were caught, names and what happens to them in the course of the games! I think about interactions and all that a lot

It gets pretty long, and also spoilers for the Ace Attorney games

Phoenix: the fletchling line, and a scorpi -the fletchlings name is Twig, he got Twig when he was 10 or so, after DL-6. -Twig evolves at the end of each of the trilogy games -Twig is an enjoyer of bitter food -frequently tries putting themself between Phoenix and danger, it doesn't work and they both usually get hurt. -during the confrontation with Manfred in the records room, they did just that, unfortunately flying types are weak to electric

The Scorpi is unamed at the moment -originally Dahlia's pokemon, Phoenix adopted them after she went to jail -Dahlia wasn't a bad trainer per say, but she wasn't a good one either -was very very wary of Phoenix at first -now very very protective of him -stays at home, or in their pokeball most of the time -i cant. Draw scorpi

-Phoenix's battle style includes a lot of feinting and subtle commands through his tone of voice or hand movements. -Twig and the scorpi originally didnt get along, but now they are inseparable

Maya: Zorua, Phantump and Trevenant -The Feys have a connection with psychic, ghost and dark types that allow them a better understanding of them, ghost types to the highest degree, so Feys will have a pokemon of those types as a partner

the Zorua is named Cheese, short for Cheeseburger -Maya found them when she was around 7 in the wild, and made friends with them using food. Caught Cheese when she was 10 and stole a pokeball from the professor who was supposed to give her a starter -uses their illusions to play pranks and steal, Maya endorses this -is dead actually -died trying to protect Maya from De Killer -ITS OKAY THOUGH they came back :D -became a hisuian Zorua, a ghost/normal type after death due to wanting a lot of vengeance against De Killer -evolves at some point during the 7 year gap

Trevenant and Phantump, Charley and Charlie -Charley, the Trevenant, was Mia's pokemon -isn't really Maya's, mostly just on paper so they weren't released -just hangs around the office -sad all the time

-Charlie, the phantump just kinda appeared in the office a few weeks after Mia's death -conveniently always disappears when Mia gets channeled -wears a yellow scarf

Maya's battling style consists of really fast attacks as to not let her opponent get any attacks in

Miles: Sylveon -named Pess -Manfred doesn't like pokemon, so Miles didn't have one in the first game, and DL-6 happened before he got a starter -when he went missing for a year is when he acquired Pess -went missing, did soul searching, got a brown dog, it turned into a pink dog, went home -Sylveon evolve with friendship so you know Miles is a good trainer

quite inexperienced at battling, both Phoenix and Maya can beat him easily

Franziska: Morpeko -named Winzig -didnt have a pokemon until Investigations where she just shows up with one and never mentions to Miles how she got one -she found them injured and after some deliberation and character development kicking in, she chose to heal them -after Winzig was healed she released it back to the wild -they kept showing up on her doorstep until she relented and caught them -now she always has a supply of snacks on her person at all times, as Morpeko get very hungry -highly protective of Winzig!! -if anyone insults them, instant whip, no warning -everybody knows she cares a lot about her pokemon, she will not admit it though

also inexperienced in battling, she's better than Miles though, Phoenix and Maya still easily win however

[itoshi-s]

I srsly wasnt gonna make u go down a 🐇 hole but im too impatient so this is the 2nd... I give u five words: oral fixation and cum play,, guess who has it?? (Everyone tbh) but think abt it him telling u to keep his first load in ur mouth while pounding u to get his 2nd telling u not to spill it or swallow until his release and even then he would take it in his mouth only to spit it back in urs (ps should i be an emoji anon bc i know which one to use)

OOOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO :( NONNIE U ARE BACK !!! i swear u are the sole reason behind my existence rn asdfkjs i blame YOU for the fever i was running last nite !!! cause this is just... kajfhk this is SO GOOD

also worry not ,, there's a proper fic coming based on rabbit hole 2 TONIGHT </3 2.5 is in the works still but u know damn well i had to do these ideas justice. these are perfect i luv ur brain so much bbie !! also answering ur prev ask there's a small list of fav/hard no's when it come's to kinks !

i… have a certain ravenette in mind 4 this……………. but i am curious which one of the bllk guys u thought of mostly cuz!! you are so right i can see each of them being into that </3 can't blame them cause it really is the hottest idea EVER i am in looooove with cumplay :( sigh

cw: nsfw, cum play. 17- dni!

imagine rin holding a hand over your mouth so that nothing spills :( it gets even harder that way cause now you're also struggling to breathe properly with the way his large palm almost covers up your nose, too :( but the look in his eyes is enough of a motivation, you've let him down on this before and each and every time, you were rendered unable to walk properly for the next few days. you're on the verge of crying by the time he's groaning under his breath, pulling out and grabbing you by the ankles to bring you face-level with his cock.

"open," it's breathy and quick, desperate as he jerks himself, grip tight to mimic the feeling of your cunt. he would've thought it's impossible to feel any better than this, but as you obediently open your mouth, showcasing the pool of cum mixing with your saliva, he comes so hard his knees buckle underneath his weight.

and god he cums lots :( milky and runny and there's so, so much, cause he treats his body so well. your mouth overflows, a soft mewl slipping past your mouth along with a streak of cum as you watch him lose it. teal eyes hooded, mouth agape as he pants and grunts under his breath, rides his high out for all it's worth.

you'd think he was done - but the way his thumb reaches down to wipe away the cum that seeped out the corner of your mouth grants you the contrary. there's a glint of unease in your eyes, simply because you're just so worn out since you've been at it for what seems like hours - and he laughs a bit at the sight.

"fuck. who's my good girl?" it's sweet, a praise that you'll never get bored of and rin's aware. you whimper softly, the obvious answer almost rolling off your tongue - but the very next second your eyes are widening just slightly as he does the unexpected and goes for a kiss. filthy, eager and messy with the way his tongue dips past your lips and laps at your own, tasting himself all along.

you grab at his biceps, nails digging into the sturdy muscle, and you can sense yourself soak the sheets with need all over again.

rin groans into your mouth, hips dragging against the mattress despite his cock already bright pink with overstimulation, and grabs the back of your head. pulling you up to more of a sitting position, he deepens the kiss even more and renders you breathless. it gets your head dizzy and heavy with pleasure all over again, jaw slack as you let him take, take, take.

until he's had his fill.

he breaks the proximity between you two, a string of saliva mixed with his seed connecting your lips until he sits back on his heels again. it breaks off, makes him wipe at his chin with the back of his hand - the other already grabbing at your jaw to keep your mouth agape.

this has played out countless times before already, but doesn't fail to make you lightheaded anyway. he spits on your awaiting tongue, adding in to the mess of drool and two hefty loads of cum that have grown bitter on your tongue from the wait.

"good. swallow."

you only ever realize the breath you've been holding when your throat finally bobs, as you swallow the filth and almost choke with the way your lungs feel so tight from asphyxia. your mouth feels strangely empty as you stick your tongue out again, to show no sign of his cum anywhere.

only then does rin's shoulders roll back slightly, taut muscles finally relaxing with a shaky exhale. he's spent and you can tell - from the way his thighs have a slight tremble to them as he lowers himself down to lay next to you, strong arms pulling you on top of his chest.

"god i fucking love you." he breathes. "you know that?" there's an almost amused lilt to his voice as you nose at his throat - settling for a soft hum as your only answer.

of course you know - he makes sure you do, by all the filth he puts you through <3

[au-wannabe-the-very-best]

I recognize that in the Dungeons and Memories Au, they're likely sticking mostly to the story line of PLA at least for Dawn. I can see Ingo and Emmet having their own things going on as well.

I just think that it would be funny if Ingo and Emmet's characters tried to fight Kamando. Pokemon battle or fist fight, don't really care. Given how the guy is in cannon, one of them alone probably wouldn't be able to beat him. Maybe Ingo in a battle if he has his pokemon team (if they're even using pokemon) But together, depending on the character builds? They may have a shot.

But like low-key just kinda want to see them at least try to fight him. I think it would be funny.

You know, there is definitely a lot of stuff happening behind the scenes that you don't see in PLA because the player isn't involved. Like, Ingo maybe started this DnD campaign with Elesa before they added new players. Emmet has gone through three separate characters already by the time the newest young Sinnoh Champion joins, because all three died pretty fucking tragically. Emmet gets too excited and bites off more than he can chew.

(One of those characters challenged Kamado to a duel and died embarrassingly quickly. Emmet has a grudge and it WILL be relevant later during Akari's banishment. Time To Whoop His Stupid Ass— Elesa what the FUCK do you mean I would start a WAR if I fought him?! ELESA DON’T YOU FUCKING—)

I think it would be hilarious if Ingo succeeded where Emmet didn’t in battling against Kamado. He’s spent so long cultivating his character, getting stronger, mastering his techniques, never dying and gaining certain immunities to poison and such. 

He has a high rapport with the Pearl Clan. His position as Lady Sneasler’s Warden is unshakeable, regardless of clan relations. During the banishment, Ingo decides it’s time to shake the story up a bit. He tells Elesa he wishes to plead with Lady Irida in order to take Akari in.

When this doesn’t work out, Ingo chooses Drama. He has his amnesiac character take a knife and slash through the Pearl Clan symbol on his tunic. Then he goes after Akari.

Emmet, Cynthia, Skyla, and Dawn/Hikari lose their god damned minds going OOOOOOHHHH!!! Elesa is flabbergasted and is like FUCK now I gotta change SO MUCH SHIT!!! Because of fucking course she wasn’t expecting that, Ingo’s been playing for so long and has been 100% loyal to the clan so this is like??? What the FUCK Ingo?!

Anyways Ingo takes in Akari and is like... Btw my character is going to remember this action of Kamado��s, so Jot That Down. I’ll be making preparations to Wreck His Shit. Cynthia’s internally like hold up I can still salvage this, and then has her character be like oh you wish to stick it up to Kamado? :))) I can help you with that!!! 

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theory time with 🌈: Violets Are Blue edition!

Ok so my current theory is that there isn’t actually a cop on schlatt’s side and that wil told q that to make him distrust his coworkers so that he’d be isolated and cut off from their insight and it would cause tensions which would stress q out further, all of this making him easier to manipulate.

Even if there is actually a dirty cop in the precinct, telling q is a risk where not telling him would allow the “spy” to operate unsuspected and telling q would cause him to keep info from the others including the spy, so either way i believe wil telling q about it that was further manipulation.

Now if there is a spy, purpled seems like the most obvious to us right now (but im growing more familiar with comma stories so i wont lay down any specific prediction yet) not just bc he asked q about wil and quackity himself started suspecting him. In earlier chapters it mentioned that he’s worked mob cases before and is known for them, so there’s not too much question of how he ended up within the vicinity of one of schlatt’s operations. AND in canon, purpled is the one among the las nevadas crew that plots to betray and take down quackity. Again im not making any accusations yet, but so far, the evidence is pointing to purpled more than any of the others.

In purpled’s defense however, q suddenly being super successful in the schlatt case around the same time he started talking to wil is something most people could notice if they were paying attention, which purpled probably was since q had asked him for some help with the case before.

Perhaps bc he’s familiar with these types of cases, he understands the danger q is in by being successful and/or by working with wil, maybe he understands that working with wil puts WIL in danger which would jeopardize the case if wil is really helping q.

Furthermore, if there is a cop helping schlatt, wil is putting himself in a lot of danger with schlatt by “helping” quackity, even if it is just a distraction from a much bigger operation.

This brings me to wil, God, wil, if he’s trying to keep q distracted, then the reason he gave q the tip about the drug bust is to gain q’s trust by giving him something real and to satisfy him for a while, like giving a dog a bone to chew on.

But considering schlatt’s distaste for wil’s “games” i doubt he’ll be happy if he finds out that it happened bc of wil.

Also the office shenanigans are both super fun to read as they are and are an interesting juxtaposition with the high stakes and tension surrounding quackity’s and wil’s storylines (i’d say its like something watching brooklyn nine-nine side-by-side with breaking bad but ive never seen b99 and i never finished breaking bad)

good day, comma!

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Oooooohhhh

I like this theory, I really like this theory, you touched on way too many extremely plot relevant details for me to say much other than yes I very much enjoyed your use of evidence

Also omg, you've actually hit the nail on the head for my two mood inspos here! My gritty crime draws a lot from breaking bad (which I also never finished lol) and the goofy cops are very b99

You have earned an anon gold star for astuteness! ⭐️

[scortchedtoast]

Now my friend I need your top 5 best disney movies. Then your top 5 flops

Oooooohhhh this will be hard to narrow it down but my family and I just got finished watching a bunch. I will also keep this animated only and remove any Pixar collaborations.

1. Mulan- truly the movie of my childhood I watched this movie so much as a kid and it mostly holds up to me. Mushu is funnier than the average talking companion and the cricket and horse don't speak praise be. The songs slap, the emotional beats are the strong love the message and Li Shang is hot af. Mulan is also just such a great protagonist 10s across the board!!

2. Moana- I had been following Moana ever since it was announced and let me tell you it did not disappoint. It came out when I first started college (for animation and I wanted to work for disney which quickly fizzled out thank god but I digress) me and my friends saw it in theaters so I have fond memories of it. Story wise I have no notes a great sound track and one of the very few times I like lin manuel miranda’s work lol. I also probably bought the most merch from this movie.

3. Lilo and Stitch- A classic!! My parents don’t like it cause of the aliens??? But they are haters and are wrong. Great songs, great animation and now that I'm older I really feel for Nani and cry literally everytime she sings Aloha Oe before they come to take Lilo away. Like I cry again when the alien grabs Lilo and Nani thinks its over. Its a great movie if it can make me cry, plus stitch is adorable.

4. Tarzan- A Suprise entry for me! I remember hating Tarzan as a kid but when I rewatched it, it was an instant fave. Its so well done and also has great songs too, I even enjoyed the love story between Jane and Tarzan and I'm pretty picky about that with Disney. Like I was very pleasantly suprised and this knocked lion king off the list cause lion king was a disappointment on a re-watch.

5. Tangled- It was either this or Atlantis but I had to go with the og of the 3d princesses, and the animation still holds up! (Better than frozen’s if we are being real). This movie is the last princess movie of the old forumla incoroprating romance and a villain and its good fun. She should've got the love Elsa got but oh well.

Flops- I'm gonna preface this by saying I'm sure there are way WAY worse disney movies. I just have never watched them cause they look bad so these are the ones that I've watched that didn’t hit.

Raya and the Last Dragon- Boooo, decent premise and promising start but they had way too much ground to cover in such a short runtime. I honestly feel it would've done way better as a disney plus show like then we would've spent more time exploring the different places but no we had to speed run. Sisu was annoying af awkafina’s voice only made it worse. The moral to trust the person that literally already betrayed you, has been hunting you down, and showed no real signs of changing was also very bad and heavy handed. No way would I have trusted undercut after how she behaved also sisu is literally ignoring how the old lady betrayed her earlier in the movie just cause you trust some ppl doesn’t mean you can trust everyone.

Beauty and the beast- This was an easy one, so boring I never finished. I didn't watch as a kid so again no nostalgia but it sucks man and I tried to watch the live action too and it was even WORSE only made it through even less of that one.

Peter pan- The racism is startling on a rewatch and everyone was so nasty and mean to wendy it felt sexist a bit how every woman was a nasty hater trying to kill her because they wanted to be with peter. Also just boring and bad in general I had a horrible time watching it.

Frozen 2- A gigantic mess from start to finish. There was no salvaging this mess and the addition of the 5 spirits, and enchanted forest, and parents backstory was a confusing choice to pick. Also the spirits designs themselves were trash and super weird. Also from a dystopian capitalist viewpoint why did they not make the four other spirits magic girls as well so they could sell different dolls of the new magical girls. It also would've worked better as a tv show and wouldn't have been as rushed. I'm being nice because I know they had to rework a lot of the movie last minute.

Fox and the Hound- super boring and tedious to get through like all old disney movies. The songs were also super atrocious too, I use to love this movie as a kid but probably just because there were talking animals like no other part is redeeming. The subplot with the birds trying to eat the bug was super annoying too like this is a movie not a tv show why is there a totally unrelated B plot getting a ton of time.

[your-nerd-is-showing]

Request for @sassyeahhhh

Hi i really like your work I don't really want to make it awkward but can i request? Levi x female reader fluff smut angst maybe? where she gets hurt and he lashes out (he is also afraid to loose her because of some messed up nightmare?) Ends up with amazing lovemaking and cutesy talk??

It's finally done! I hope I did your request justice!!

PART ONE:

AOT Levi x Reader No Regrets Part 2!!!!

NSFW AFTER PHOTO

Content: Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, Levi being Levi, sex out in the woods, minors not allowed!

“(Y/N) you’re an idiot you brat!” Yelled Levi as he brought you into the hospital.

“The bastard took me by surprise Levi it’s really not a big deal I'm-I'm f-ahhhh!” You cried out and grabbed your shoulder crimson leaking everywhere.

“Shut it brat. You need stitches that wound is pretty deep. Let’s move it.”

You were instantly seen by the doctor.

“I can kill a God damn titan but get blindsided by a person.” You laughed as the doctor stitched you up. “That's pretty sad!”

“Stupid you need to be more careful! That could of ended up a lot worse than it did (Y/N).” Levi said scolding you.

“I'm sorry Levi…. I promise I will be more careful.” You smiled at him, the doctor soon had you stitched up and ready to go home with Levi. On the walk home you noticed Levi was being extra cautious and overprotective, it was strange to see him act that way.

Levi hid you under his green Scouts cloak, keeping his strong arm wrapped around your waist he walked home. Levi was vigilant, his eyes darting back and forth being aware of every little movement.

Ever since you both joined the Scouts you and Levi had been making quite a name for yourselves. The Power Couple, Humanities Strongest Soldier and The Titan Slaying Princess. Being so famous you had plenty of men chasing after you even though everyone knew you were with Levi they were still stupid enough to try and make a move on you. The men liked to take Levi on as a challenge they were curious to see how someone so small was so strong and he never lost a fight.

You had known Levi since you were ten years old and from the very beginning he was protecting you. He was sixteen when he rescued you from some evil men trying to sell you into slavery. Since that day he watched over you, trained you, Levi turned you into the woman you were today.

You peeked your head out from under his cloak the Scouts camp was right in front of you, you were almost home.

“Hey! Captain Levi! Captain(Y/N)!” Yelled Hanji.

“Hey Hanji!” You smiled and waved at her.

You and Levi had only been a part of the scouts for six months but you both quickly flew through the ranks, becoming respected far and wide.

“What happened to your shoulder (Y/N)?” She asked.

“Oooooh you know the usual challenger trying to take me away from Levi. This one had a friend and thought they could catch us off guard but it didn’t work!” You boasted.

“No!” Levi butted in. “It was a bad situation(Y/N)! You really could of gotten hurt worse than you did. This is really getting out of hand. I hate all these stupid assholes trying to fight me for you!” He yelled starting to get angry. “Tch. If I knew keeping my promise of protecting you was going to involve all of this I wish I didn’t make it!”

You looked at him upset as tears started to fill your eyes. “Well Captain Levi I never forced you into protecting me! I never forced you into a relationship ether! If you don’t want to do ether anymore that’s just fine I can protect myself!” You ran off into the woods.

“Tch stupid brat.”

You ran through the woods for a while until you came to a clearing with a beautiful lake. You paused and looked around. “Something seems off.” You reached into your boot and pulled out a huge knife. “Whoever you are I know you’re out there! Show yourself!” You yelled.

Three men came out of the woods running at you. “Pfffft pathetic.” You scoffed and pulled a second knife out of your other boot. You ran at the men taking them out like it was nothing. “That was almost too easy. Huh?” You turned around and were tackled down to the ground knocking your knives out of your hands. “Fuck! G-get off me you asshole!” You kicked him in his balls to get him off of you. Your tried to get away but he grabbed your ankle. “What the fuck!” You were only inches away from your knife. “I-I can’t get it!” You struggled trying to get away.

“Where’s your bad ass boyfriend no- gahhhh!” The man screamed out in pain.

“He’s right here you bastard!” Levi kicked the mans face in.

Levi walked over to you and helped you up. “T-thanks Levi….”

“Come on lets head back to the camp (Y/N).”

“Hold it just a minute Levi, you can’t just yell at me like that and think everything is okay! That really hurt my feelings…. Why did you say that to me? If you really feel that way why did we have sex that night?” Your eyes teared up again. “We aren’t even in an official relationship! You never asked me to be your girlfriend! Everyone just assumes we are together, including me!” You started to cry. “All you said was that you dreamed of the day you could fuck me! Typical fucking men ever since I was of age men have just looked at me like a piece of meat! I thought you were different Levi! That’s why I fell in love with you!” You stopped yelling when you realized you blurted out that you were in love with Levi. You stood there a hot crying mess becoming more upset by the second.

Levi stood there looking at you shocked.

“Y-you're not even going to say anything to me!” You wanted to run away again in that moment it was as if Levi read your mind and he grabbed you so you wouldn’t run.

“Don't even think about running brat!”

“And there you go again calling me a damn brat! I’m not a stupid Cadet Levi! I’m your fucking partner there may be a six-year age gap between us and I may only be twenty but I am your equal!” You tried to get out of his grasp but it was no use.

“(Y/N)….” He sighed, you stopped struggling and looked up at Levi. “Listen I'm sorry for the way I behaved I'm just….”

“Just what Levi?” You’re eyes widened in shock. “Levi are you crying?”

“I'm-I’m scared that I'm going to lose you (Y/N)!” He started to cry more. “Ever since we lo-lost Furlan and Isabel on the first scouting expedition I've been having horrible nightmares of you d-dying almost every night! It's driving me i-insane I haven’t had a good nights sleep in months. The dreams they feel so-so real….”

“Levi…” You took his face in your hands and wiped away his tears. “Is that why you have been acting so differently?”

“You could tell?”

You gave him an ‘are you serious look'. “Levi come on it’s me we are talking about here! I know you better than I know myself of course I could tell…. I just didn’t know what was causing you to act this way…. I can’t say I’m complaining either…. Emotions look good on you Levi.” You said teasing him as you poked his nose causing him to blush. “Is the great Levi blushing!?” You giggled.

“Hey don’t make fun of me!” He said turning even redder.

“Darling I’m not making fun of you at all. Scouts honor! You’re quite cute when you blush Levi.” You kissed his cheek.

He looked at you and smiled.

“I love it when you smile Levi.” You kissed his lips.

Levi pulled you in closer deepening the kiss, you parted your lips allowing his tongue access as you moaned out feeling a bulge poke at you. Levi broke the kiss. “(Y/N)?” He looked deep into your eyes.

“Yes Levi?”

He pushed you to the ground and straddled your waist. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked you, his steel-blue eyes filled with lust and wonder.

“I thought I already was your girlfriend?” You asked him smugly.

“Well I'm making it official…. So will you be my girlfriend (Y/N)?”

“Of course I will Levi.” You kissed his nose.

He smiled. “Good, now we are official.” He started to unbutton your shirt.

You blushed deeply. “Levi wh-what are you doing?” You squeaked out as he pulled your breast out of your bra gently rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“I was hoping we could have make-up sex?” He said smugly. “Hot passionate make-up sex.” He said before nipping at your nipple. “If that’s okay with you of course?”

You grabbed at his pants. “Of course its okay with me Captain, I’m just surprised you wanna do it out here. Where you can get dirty.”

“Mmmmmm I want to get dirty in more ways than one (Y/N)…. Plus tomorrow is laundry day.” He winked at you.

“Oh Levi how can I say no to you?” You giggled.

“Hmmmm you can’t?” He replied smugly as he unbuttoned your pants.

“Especially when you’re looking at me like that with those bedroom eyes.”

Levi smirked at you as he pulled down your pants and underwear. He looked on in wonder as he exposed you, licking his lips he pressed his palm against your womanhood making your juices leak all over his hand. “My, my, my you’re already so turned on (Y/N).” He took his soaked hand licking your juices off slowly and sensually, his eyes never looking away from you as he inserted two fingers.

“Oh-ohhhhh!” You moaned as Levi pumped his fingers in and out of you. Your body wiggled around as he went faster. “Le-Leviiiiii oooooohhhh-oooooooh!” You looked up through half-open eyes at Levi, his gaze was still fixed on you a huge smile across his face.

“Mmmmmm yes (Y/N) I love the facial expressions you’re making right now Princess.” He took his thumb and started to massage your clit, which sent you over the edge making you moan even louder, getting you wetter by the second. He leaned in ever so gently flicking your clit with his tongue, you shuddered at his touch as he leaned in to tease you again.

“F-fuck Levi, s-stop teasing me!” You growled as you pulled on his raven hair.

“Oh but it’s so much fun too.” He said smugly. “I love the way your body responds to me when I touch it.” He nipped at your inner thighs.

“L-Levi!” Your hips bucked wildly.

He let out a sigh. “Very well Princess.” He kissed your abdomen. “As you wish.” He licked his lips as he went down on you.

You let out a sigh of relief as his tongue finally made contact with your clit. “Ah-ahhh yessss Levi ju-just like that!” You cried out as he swirled his tongue around.

Levi loved to eat you out he loved the way you tasted, the way you grabbed his hair and pushed his face into your soaking core. It turned him on so much to give you all this pleasure and he never expected anything in return.

“Le-Levi I'm-I'm gonna cummmmmm!” You wined out as you released your first orgasm squirting into his mouth.

He licked up every last drop before coming up and wiped his face off before kissing you.

Your hands traveled down towards his pants as you kissed him back you unbuttoned them and pulled out his throbbing member. He moaned into your mouth as you ran your hands up and down his shaft. You hastened the pace making Levi moan louder and louder, turning you on even more as his sweet moans filled the night sky. “It’s like a sweet song listening to you moan Levi.”

“(Y-Y/N-N) please don’t s-stop.” He whimpered.

“If you get off me I can give you even more pleasure.” You said giving him a smug look.

He looked at you raising an eyebrow but complied.

You pushed him down and straddled his waist, kissing him passionately as you slowly bucked your hips grinding against his length. His sweet lewd moans turned you on so much, it was a rare sight to see Levi like this he always loved to be the dominant one so if you could get him to be submissive in any little way you jumped at it. The only way you knew how was to go down on him.

Levi broke the kiss and looked at you his face red as a tomato. “(Y/N)?” He traced your lips with his thumb.

“Yes Levi?” You asked even though you knew what he wanted you just liked to hear him ask.

“When you said you’d give me even more pleasure…. Did you mean you’d go down on me?”

“If that is what you want then yes!” You smiled at him.

He nodded his head. “Yes it is (Y/N) I want you to so very badly.”

“As you wish Captain.” You kissed him again before lowering yourself to his member. You gently gripped it in your hands running them along his smooth shaft, you heard his breathing becoming heavier. You glanced up at Levi seeing his complexion with pure ecstasy plastered to it. “I've barely done anything to you Captain and you’re already going crazy.” You said smugly.

“W-what can I say (Y/N) you know how to make me submit to you…. Just with one simple question, I'm like a puddle in your hands…..”

You chuckled. “Mhm and I love it when you get like this…. Something about you being Mr. Tough guy all the time then seeing you be submissive it’s so sexy Levi.”

“And I love to see you dominant, it’s such a turn on to have you take control of me sometimes.”

You smiled at him sensually as you licked the pre-cum off his tip, sending shivers down his spine. You flicked your tongue a few more times watching his member twitch at every lick before taking his member in it’s entirety.

Levi gripped your hair locking eyes with you as he looked on in amazement while your head bobbed up and down. “F-fuck th-that feels so-so-so good (Y/N). Ah-ahhhh! God d-damn!”

You quickened the pace licking and sucking, making his member become even harder. Then you deep throated him again taking Levi's member all the way, hastily going back to the tip sucking it hard as your tongue licked all around while you ran your hand up and down his shaft making him tremble at your touch.

He tugged on your hair letting out a loud moan as you deep throated him once more. “Ugnnnnn ah-ahhhhh! Ooooooh!” He howled as you played with his balls.

You went back to the tip licking and sucking bringing Levi almost over the limit.

“G-God damn (Y/N).” He pulled you off and leaned in kissing you passionately, you moaned into his mouth as his length rubbed against your clit. He deepened the kiss as he slipped in, making you moan louder as he started to thrust. Levi broke the kiss. “(Y/N)?” He looked at you is face was bright red.

“Y-yes Le-Levi?” You moaned out.

“I-I-I…. I love y-you Princess.” He said shyly as he continued to thrust.

Your eyes teared up. “R-really Levi?” You smiled.

He smiled back and nodded. “Yes (Y/N) I have loved you for a very long time.” He held your hips as he went deeper and deeper.

“L-Le-Levi I-I love y-you toooo!” You moaned out as you gushed everywhere.

Levi leaned in again kissing you as he wrapped his arms around you slowing down the pace savoring each moment. He held you close as he looked deep into your (E/C) eyes. “(Y/N) you’re so beautiful…. How did I get so lucky?”

“What do you mean L-Levi-ooooooh!”

He leaned into your ear. “To have someone as amazing as you.” He nipped at your neck as he thrusted faster. He shifted your legs and spread you open. “Here hold your legs just like this.” You did so, Levi spread your lips open as he rubbed your clit.

You moaned out loudly as he went deeper and faster your back arched as your cries of pleasure filled the night sky you reached another orgasm.

“That's it Princess cum for me.” He pulled out to switch positions, you took him by surprise and pushed him down to get on top.

You straddled his waist grinding against his member again making Levi go crazy. You continued to rub your clit making yourself squirt all over Levi.

“F-fuck.” He grunted grabbing your hips as he slid back in.

“So eager to be inside me Levi…. What was he cold and lonely?” You said smugly as you sensually choked him.

He looked up at you biting his lower lip he nodded his head. “Mhmmmm very lonely, he loves the way he fits inside you so perfectly.”

“Oh I bet he does.” You smirked as you slammed down on Levi getting him deep inside you. You gripped his muscular shoulders as you wildly bounced up and down. “Oh-oh-oh Le-Leviiiii!” You cried out as he grabbed your butt spreading your cheeks and pounded into you. You took control again slowing down the pace sensually rocking your hips back and forth.

“F-fuck (Y/N) you keep this up you’re gonna make me cum.” He grunted as he pinched your nipples, you tilted your head back moaning louder and louder as he hit your G-spot perfectly. “(Y/N) I love you so much…. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and have a family.”

“I do too Levi more than anything…. I could never imagine being with anyone but you.” You smiled at him as you continue to rock your hips.

“Well then lets get married someday soon.”

“Yes please my love!” You moaned out as he pounded into you.

He ran his hands up and down every inch of your curves as he went deeper. He could feel himself getting close to his climax and slammed into you even faster. “(Y/N) I'm going to cum….”

“Then give me your babies.” You whispered into his ear.

That sent Levi over the edge as he moaned out releasing himself inside you. He grabbed your head wildly attacking your lips as he thrusted a few more times before pulling out.

You laid on top of him a hot drilling mess panting heavily. “T-that was a-amazing my love!” You cooed as you cuddled close to him.

He kissed the top of your head. “Yes it was Princess. Shall we go back to the barracks, shower and go to bed? I just want to hold you all night and never let you go.”

“I'm never going anywhere for as long as I live. You’re stuck with me Levi.” You giggled as you got up to get dressed.

“Hm, no you’re stuck with me, because I don’t know how the hell you put up with me.” He chuckled as he threw your pants at you.

“Easily! You’re just too sexy for your own good and your sexiness blinds your attitude.” You laughed harder almost falling over.

“Oh really now?” He smiled at you. “You're such a goof.”

“Well I have to balance out your seriousness somehow! If we were both serious this would be a boring romance.”

“That- that is true. You certainly keep me on my toes (Y/N).”

The two of you finished getting dressed and headed back to the barracks.

Hanji came running up to you and Levi. “So how was the make up sex?” She asked smugly.

“It was amazing!” You blurted out. “Wait! How did you know?”

“Ohhhhh I think everyone knows (Y/N) we could hear you all the way over here.” She laughed.

“Ooooops.” You laughed. “Well I’m not sorry at all! Let them hear and be jealous.” You boasted.

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

So I had a fun day today at an indoor fun park

Because surprise it was not just a trampoline park it had everything indoors; rock climbing, drop slide, climbing course, obstacle course, laser tag, and this curious “tunnel zone” which literally mirrors how real underground washing-machine-window circumference cave tunnels look

Like it’s a small and very tightly spaced labyrinth of cave like tunnels

That have a circumference

Of a washing machine

So anyway I tried the drop slide (did I mention it was 30ft? It was literally 3 flights of stairs up. Taller than my frickin’ house.) which if you don’t know is a straight down vertical slide that is terrifying and exhilarating

And I went on that, scared obviously but holy CRAP it was fun and I went 3 times before I started feeling a bit dizzy so I switched to rock climbing

Which was fun until my arms gave out, I tried 3 different walls but I never reached the top, only a limit of blisters on my hands, I got a 3rd of the way on like 2 and the last one I was too weak to even raise my leg up. Still, great fun, wore a harness but it was connected to a pulley rather than a person so if you dropped you still dropped pretty fast

And now we circle back to those caverns, those indoor minuscule cave tunnels that would give a mouse claustrophobia. For context, I am severely claustrophobic! My youngest sister wanted to go in however and I didn’t like the idea of my fear conquering me with this, it’s *tunnels* for God’s sake and who knows if I may someday need the skill of manoeuvring my way through tunnels in a life or death situation? The words I said to the lady at the drop slide came back to me “even if I get scared, I do it out of spite because screw you fear doesn’t control me!”

I had to go in to accompany my baby sis anyway and my other sister had already gone through the tunnels, she warned me it was scary as there was very little lighting as well to mimic real cave conditions, and it was extremely tight, a struggle for her to get out. I shrugged and assumed I’d be okay since I’m smaller than her but oooooohhhh dear

Oh dear

First of all I was surrounded by other kids, a lot of kids who were yelling and screaming and enjoying the fun of being in an underground cave tunnel network, I however got stuck on the first tunnel

Managed to somehow wiggle my way through

But these kids had been in there longer than me so when I joined them and tried to follow them through a few more tunnels to the exit (getting stuck twice and taking a good 5 minutes each time to shimmy around so I was going from head first to feet first literally just typing this is giving me anxiety) they ended up yelling to me that the exit tunnel was WAY too small for me!

I wanted

To cry

I wanted to curl up into a ball and die

I almost did but I ended up shaking myself, quoting Ruby Redfort at myself since she’s the only other book Heroine I know who has severe claustrophobia the way I do, and told myself to think

Another girl, again, like 10, was going ahead to get help but I told her that if she could guide me through then I could get through, I just wouldn’t have room to switch from head first to feet first in any of the tunnels (which was necessary because they would rise and require a bit of climbing up, and then fall and require a slide down)

So in the end I managed to squeeze through the exit tunnel JUST BARELY (my BUTT WAS TOO BIG I slightly panicked and ended up yelling that a couple of times) by diving in head first on my side (and even then as I did that I had to shimmy and twist around like I was a kebab on a grill as I slid head first) and finally, FINALLY I SMELLED SORT OF FRESH AC AIR AND MADE IT OUT

I rewarded myself with a slushy

I’m annoyed at myself for letting the claustrophobia and kids yelling “SHE’LL NEVER FIT THROUGH THERE” heightening the anxiety get to me though

So now I *know* I can fit in those I totally would try them again as a test for myself. A mental test. Deep breath, don’t panic, good life skill to have. Also I gotta workout so I’m not so hopeless at rock climbing, I really do love it but ugh it’s tough

[theramseyloft]

Chinese owl, modena, fairy swallow, fantail, jacobin, and jiennese ?

Chinese Owls are one of the components of our temperament project!

Structurally, these little guys are just lots of fluffy embellishments over a very upright bird that is perfectly bird shaped and well balanced.

Healthy individuals are muscular and stocky, and shockingly strong!

But for the love of all that’s holy, watch your blood lines!

I’ve had individuals with wonky choanal slits that got seeds stuck in their sinuses, one who wasted away of god knows what, and one whose lungs calcified into paper mache and popped!

Modena are heavy breasted, bent-spined back pain incarnate.

They are affectionately referred to by their breeders as the Rottweilers of the pigeon world for their foul temper, which appears to be entirely discomfort driven.

They can barely fly and hate to walk because their breast is so large that it’s hard to stay upright, like a production broiler if if it were bred with that giant breast exclusively for the look.

When they lean to eat, they often lose their balance and stumble.

Just a mess of a bird.

Fairy Swallow

Overall pigeon shaped, but those muffs are way too big for comfortable locomotion.

These birds flop their feet like they are wearing clown shoes partially because they are so large as to be a tripping hazard, but mostly because the shafts of all those feathers come out from between the scales of their feet and are each thicker than the bones of their toes.

The sheer volume of them makes bearing weight on their feet tender.

Clean legged variants exist, and are perfectly sound.

They are just hell to find.

There are a lot of different fantail breeds, you are going to need to specify.

The Jacobin is a train wreck.

It’s more flight, tail feathers, and mane than bird, so long that walking is a difficult shuffle and there is no way not to drag the tail and wings.

If you look closely, this bird is tripoded on its wing tips and tail.

The neck is fully as long as the birds’ actual torso and prone to collapsing into their shoulders with age.

Show quality individual’s faces are not supposed to be visible.

Oooooohhhh my good lord, the  jiennese!

This huge crop makes for a very deep coo...

but I got two words for you...

CROP ROT!

The crop is gravity fed into the esophagus, and the extra hanging down like a gross deflated sack will collect feed that just... ferments...

Whiiich can be fatal....

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Oh my god I just saw your post about Ben and it had me laughing so could I see toby, ej, Jeff, and masky's reaction to Ben doing the soap prank on them. And I'm forever reblogging that post as well

Weekly Event Scenario: Shower Time

Post in question: 

https://intimidating-fettuccine.tumblr.com/post/620033623296475137/ben-in-the-shower

I really hope you like this because this took me a very long time to write because I couldn’t stop laughing. Be prepared for a twist ending. Best thing I’ve written since the crack headcanons of Slender as a dad. Wholesome content below with adult undertones.

There had been word going around recently of BEN pulling a prank on the guys while in the showers, but none of them would tell the others what it was until it happened to them as well. One by one the male residents fell victim to BEN's horrible joke. ~ Jeff was just minding his own business. He had just gotten back from a mission and was relaxing, washing away all of the ick that was customary to the job. He was finishing up shampooing his hair when he heard it. A slapping sound and heavy breathing. I mean come on, you've gotta be kidding- none of the guys would actually do that in the group shower, right? He'd just have to find out and tease them for their dumb mistake. As he rounded one of the corners and caught a glimpse of blonde hair it happened.

"Oooooooh Jeff! Aaaahhhh, oooooohhhh!" Followed by a very large amount of white liquid covering him.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?" Jeff was about to punch the shrimp into next week when he saw him cackling on the floor while clutching a soap bottle, not naked, and holding his dick.

"HA! You just got PRANKED LOSER!" BEN shouted before disappearing through the floor. Jeff couldn't hear anything but laughter. His own laughter. He didn't know if BEN intended to do the same thing to anyone else, so he figured he'd keep that info to himself. ~ BEN did, in fact, intend to do the same to others, and he smirked from his little corner as he watched Toby shimmy into the showers, followed by Tim. Perfect.

The two were talking and washing up, Toby annoying Tim, and Tim just trying to finish up so he could finally be rid of Toby for the evening. Then, as they began to quiet down, it started. BEN began to fake clapping his hand on his thigh again and increased the volume of his breathing.

"Do you hear that?" Tim asked.

"What, my love for you Timothy?" Toby answered, jumping onto Tim.

"Fuck off Rogers," He shoved him off while Toby laughed, "It sounds like someone else is in here." The two began to make their way over to his corner, quietly creeping along the wall, but when they both turned at the same time-

"Ooooooh GOD! Toby! Tim~!" He screamed out as he sprayed both of them with the soap bottle, Tim flinching back in disgust, and Toby standing there absolutely dumbfounded. Toby saw the bottle first and pointed, laughing joyously, pulling on Tim's arm to get him to see it too.

"BEN, you never cease to disappoint me." BEN simply laughed at Tim's comment and waved, before disappearing through the floor. Jeff had mentioned there was an incident in the showers, but nothing more than that. This must've been it, and the reason why that jackass had been laughing so hard.

"Tim, Tim, Tim! We totally have to keep this a secret too!" Toby smiled while grasping onto his arm again. Tim mumbled that he didn't care either way before leaving to finish washing off again. He really just wanted some peace and quiet. ~ BEN was waiting again, perched by the corner of the shower room for his final victim. He had gotten almost all of the males, even Slender himself, but there was just one male left- EJ.

As said male sighed and trudged up to a shower head BEN turned into his ghost form to hide properly, after all, Jack's senses were astounding as a demon. After waiting a few more minutes that were most definitely not spent admiring said demons physique BEN began his ritual for the last time. He hunched around the corner where he couldn't be seen and began.

He heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and as BEN readied his bottle, it happened-

"Ooohs" and "Aahhhhs" and echoes of his own name echoed around the room as every single male, including EJ himself, showered BEN in soap the same way he had done to all of them. They all laughed and smirked at him at the payback they'd given him.

"Wow, guys... That was hot, can we do it again?!?" BEN joked as he smiled widely at all of them. His question was followed by a series of groans and a few laughs between them as he himself laughed. EJ swung his arm around the shorter boy and ruffled his hair as he tugged him back to the shower so they could both wash off. BEN certainly wasn't complaining at that outcome.

[trulymadlysydney]

Somewhere In Time: Four

“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.” 

― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

Previous Chapters HERE

tw: Death, Loss of Parent

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12:02pm, October 5th, 1989

“Uhh, earth to Roni.”

A shrill voice followed by a few obnoxiously bubbly giggles brings fifteen year old Roni out of her own mind, and she looks up with a hot face. She uses a finger to push her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose, but she knows the voice before she even sees who it belongs to.

Lainey Prescott, one grade above Roni and just about the bane Roni’s existence.

She stands no taller than Roni, her two best friends Olivia and Janet standing on either side of her like her little minions. With their matching pink fingernails and Pom Pom hair accessories, they look like little clones. Roni has to fight the urge to roll her eyes.

This happens nearly every day during free period. They come up to bother her, get their little digs in wherever they can, and then continue walking their laps around the track because they’re “working on their figures.”  Roni has tried everything to put an end to it, even going so far as to sit in the dirt under the bleachers, but they’ve always ended up finding her. So now Roni sits out in the open, expecting it almost every day and thanking her lucky stars when it doesn’t happen.

“Hi, Lainey,” she mutters.

“Hey, super cute high-waters today, Ron!” Olivia and Janet snicker behind Lainey, who looks incredibly pleased with herself.  “Whatcha reading?”

Roni sticks her finger between the pages of her book to mark her place and averts her gaze, ears growing hot. “Nothing.”

Olivia speaks up. “I bet it’s another one of those sci-fi books. We all know she gets off on weird shit like that.”

Olivia’s words feel like a blow to the chest, but Roni keeps her composure and swallows around a lump in her throat. Lainey doesn’t seem to notice when she nudges Roni’s sneaker with her sandal. “No seriously, what is it? Looks cool.”

Roni looks up sheepishly. “Do you really care?”

“Totally, babe.”

Roni lets out a sigh, somehow taking the bait.  “It’s called Timescape,” she explains.  “It’s set in two different time periods: the sixties, and the nineties.”

“Wow,” Lainey says,  “The future.  So cool.”

Roni licks her lips in hesitation before continuing.  “Anyway so, everything in the nineties goes wrong, and this scientist guy is  trying to contact the past so that he can prevent whats happening and essentially stop it in its tracks.”

Roni hears Janet mutter an “oh my GOD, so like time traveling? ” to a ridiculously giggly Olivia, but Lainey doesn’t acknowledge them. She instead raises her eyebrows. “Wow, tell me more, Ron.”

Now Roni knows for a fact that the girls are making fun of her, and she’s about to say something when Lainey adds, “I mean, it must be super interesting. You’ve been sitting over here reading out loud to yourself. Did you know you did that?”  She laughs over her shoulder with the other girls before continuing. “It’s adorbs.  I’m sure any guy would find that super cute.”

“Lainey—“

Lainey cuts Roni off, as if this thought has just occurred to her. “Hey, speaking of, you don’t have a boyfriend yet, right?”

Roni sighs. “I don’t.”

You know I don’t, asshole.

Lainey giggles. “Awww, it’s okay, I figured as much. But listen, my parents are out of town this weekend and I’m throwing a party. It’s gonna be a boy-girl party, and you’re invited. I’m sure we could find you a guy there.”

“Yeah,” Janet adds, “and it’s BYOB. Bring your own Book.” Her stupid joke coaxes a cackle our of Olivia, and Roni rolls her eyes.

It wasn’t even that clever.

“Yeah, you can show us all your super cool time traveling tricks.” Olivia snickers. “Or at least spew out more time traveling facts. That’ll be a hit.”

Lainey smirks. “Totally. You should come.”

What Roni wants to do is tell them to fuck off. She wants to tackle them to the ground, rip the pom poms out of their hair and shove them down their throats until they’re all blue in the face. But she can’t do that, because there’s more of them than there is of her, and frankly they scare her.

So she clears her throat.  “Guys, I don’t think—“

“Oh come on,” Janet groans. “What, do you have to ask your mommy for permission?”

Roni’s heart stops the moment the words leave her mouth, and even Lainey and Olivia shoot Janet an incredulous look, as if even they can’t believe she’s just said that.

Janet looks back at them, completely oblivious. “What?! You know she probably does.”

“Janet,” Olivia says quietly, “you know her mom died.”

Roni doesn’t know why people do that; say “died” around her like it’s a filthy word.   She’s noticed that everyone does it, including her own grandmother, and it makes her feel sick to her stomach every time.

Janet’s mouth forms a wide O shape as the realization dawns on her. “Oooooohhhh. Shit. My bad. But she doesn’t care.” She turns back to Roni. “You don’t care, right? Like, you know we’re just joking around.”

Roni feels her eyes welling with tears and she wills them to stop, please stop— at least until the girls walk away.

“Please leave me alone,” is all she manages to say.

Lainey’s perfect smile returns to her face, only far more nervous than before, and Roni can tell she’s trying to do damage control. “So anyway.”  She glares at Janet before smiling sweetly. “The offer still stands. You better be there, girl.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Roni mumbles at the ground, vision now completely blurred with tears.

“Sweet! Catch ya on the flip side.”  Lainey waves her perfectly manicured fingers in Roni’s direction before she and her minions turn on their heels— each executing a perfect hair flip as they proceed on their way.

When she’s sure they’re out of ear shot, Roni lets out a quiet sob, reaching up to rub at her runny nose with the back of her sleeve. How girls can be so cruel, she’ll never know. But these three in particular have tormented her since elementary school, and it’s exhausting.

She doesn’t know why they do it. Why they can’t just leave her alone.  She’d never spoken a word  to any of them before it began, always minded her own business, and still they were relentless. Even after her mother passed, they kept it going. In fact, it almost seemed to get worse.

But Roni is not about to let them see her cry. Not today.  So she stands, flings her backpack over her shoulder, and walks off.

She doesn’t have a destination in mind, all she knows is that she needs to get far enough away from them as possible— even if that means hiding out in the girl’s bathroom until the end of free period (Which she’s also tried doing before. It didn’t work. They always found her).

She makes her way back into the building, heading straight for her locker.  The halls are surprisingly quiet, which doesn’t surprise Roni.  It’s a gorgeous day out.  That was the whole reason she was even outside in the first place. But then Lainey and her friends had to go ruin it, and now Roni isn’t even sure what else to do except grab some things from her locker and wander aimlessly for the next thirty minutes.

Roni rounds the corner and nearly bumps into someone exiting the boy’s bathroom. She’s about to say something snarky when she realizes who it is.

Staring back at her with an apologetic smile lighting up his entire face, is Oliver Ward.

Oliver is one of her friends, she guesses.  A grade older than her, he’s not exactly considered popular but he has more friends in general than Roni does.  She doesn’t talk to him as much as she should, despite the fact that he’s always treated her with more kindness than most people at this school.  He softens once he recognizes the person he’d nearly taken out.

“Roni! Hey!”

Roni reaches up to wipe at her nose and half-heartedly reciprocates his smile.  “Hey.”  It comes out rather unenthusiastically, and she diverts her gaze from his. She doesn’t mean to come across as so pathetic, and she definitely doesn’t want him to know that anything is wrong.  But the way his face falls when he hears her response lets her know that he is most definitely on to her.

“Have you been crying?”  His question is right to the point, and it makes Roni want to start crying all over again.

“No,” she lies.

“You have,” he says, his voice softening.  “What happened?”

Roni knows there’s no use lying to him, so she shrugs.  “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

Oliver scowls.  He knows what that means.  “Did Lainey do something shitty again?”

Finally,  Roni looks up and gives Oliver a weak nod.  “I don’t know why she won’t just leave me alone,” she admits.  “I leave her alone.”

“Oh, Ron,” Oliver coos.  “Fuck her. Why don’t you tell someone?”

Roni shrugs again.  “That would do more bad than good, Ollie, you know that.”

Oliver tries his hardest not to smile at the nickname she’s given him.   Nobody’s called him Ollie since the first grade, and he doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he’s always hated it.  Because for some reason, when she says it, he doesn’t hate it at all.

“I dunno,” Oliver says.  “It might finally put an end to her shit.”  He nods his head towards her.  “Where were you headed?”

Roni sniffs pathetically.  “Anywhere.  Just trying to kill time I guess.”

Oliver smiles.  “You can come with me!  I was just gonna finish up some homework in the library, so I don’t know how interesting it’s gonna be.  But at least you’ll have some company!”

Roni eyes Oliver, weighing her options.  On the one hand, she doesn’t want to tag along; be his little sidekick while he finishes up his work.  The last thing she wants is for him to feel the need to entertain her.  But on the other hand, she figures it’s better than moping around without any direction feeling sorry for herself. And besides, the way Oliver grins at her so full of hope and light, makes it hard to resist.

So Roni giggles and nods.  “Okay.”

“Cool.”  Oliver beams, nodding over his shoulder to signal Roni to follow him.  As they begin walking, he launches right into casual conversation.  “So, what’cha reading?”

Oliver is the kind of person who can hold a conversation with just about anyone and make it feel completely natural.  Roni hasn’t talked to him too many times, but each time she does, she thanks her lucky stars that he’s so good at keeping conversation going because otherwise she knows they would be screwed.

However, her ego is still a bit bruised from Lainey’s words, and she’s not too keen on sharing any more information about this book with anyone else.  “It’s nothing.”

“What?  It looks really cool.  What’s it called?”

Roni can feel her cheeks growing hot, and she refuses to look at Oliver when she answers him.  “Timescape.”

“Ooooh!  That sounds cool.  Is it about time?”  Not a hint of sarcasm is attached to his words, and although Roni can’t see his face she knows he’s genuinely interested.  The thought lifts her spirits just the tiniest bit.

“Kinda,” Roni says.  “It’s like, time travel stuff.  Someone in the future is trying to go back and warn people in the past about like, these catastrophic events happening in the world.  It’s actually really cool.”

Oliver whistles.  “No kidding! That sounds rad.”  They round the corner and open the large doors into the school library.  Oliver lowers his voice as they make their way to a small round table with empty seats.  “Think I could borrow it when you’re done?”

Roni nearly stops walking.  “Are you serious?”

“Yeah!”  Oliver smiles at her, slinging his backpack off of his shoulders and onto the table.  “Hell yeah.  I’d love to read it.”

Roni realizes she’s been smiling because her cheeks ache, and she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth to hide it.  She clears her throat.  “I mean yeah, if you want to.”

“Sweet!” Oliver starts unloading the contents of his backpack before pausing and looking back at Roni.  “I mean like, no rush or anything.  Finish it on your own terms.  Don’t like, freak out trying to get it to me.”  Roni notices the slight red tint to the tips of Oliver’s ears, and for some reason it’s beyond endearing.  She giggles, taking her seat beside Oliver.  

“Don’t worry, I’m a fast reader anyway.”

Oliver smiles, seemingly relieved.  “Well that’s good.”

There’s a silence that doesn’t necessarily feel awkward, but it’s charged, and now it’s Olilver’s turn to clear his throat.  He turns his attention to the textbook in front of him, opening it up and flipping through to find a specific page.  He effectively changes the subject, but it feels more like a bookmark has been placed on the tension that Roni just experienced.  She doesn’t necessarily hate it, she’s just never felt it before.  Not with Oliver Ward.

“So anyway,” he says,  “Are you any good at chemistry?  I’ve been stuck on this one problem for ages.”  

-----

8:19am, January 2nd, 1925

Roni wakes earlier today, refreshed and optimistic after spending a good bit of the previous night dancing and laughing with Harry.  She feels much more at peace and surprisingly less disappointed to wake up in 1925 than she was yesterday. In fact, she’s optimistic at the prospect of what today might hold, and she’s feeling thankful that she’s here with Harry instead of with any other guy. She does however, feel a pang of guilt at the fact that she’s made Harry spend yet another night on his couch.  She decides she’s going to work something out with him; maybe they switch off the bed every other night she’s here-- for however long that may be.

With a long stretch that cracks her entire body,  she rolls out of bed-- careful not to move too quickly since she’s already seeing stars.  She adjusts Harry’s boxers around her waist, combing her hand through her hair and preparing herself to find Harry cooking breakfast again. Maybe she can even help him. She smiles to herself at the thought.

Roni tries not to think about last night. How good it felt being so close to Harry, and how wonderful he had smelled.  She refuses to acknowledge the tension that had singed the air, the way he’d watched her and clung to her every move, and the way he’d laughed not at her, but with her.  The night had been Roni’s first taste of normalcy in the past few days, and she’s beyond grateful to Harry for making that a possibility-- tension or not.

The closer to the door she gets, however, she notices she doesn’t smell or hear anything. In fact, it sounds almost completely silent in the other room. Harry hadn’t mentioned having to work today.

That’s odd.

She pushes the door open as quietly as possible , deciding that Harry must still be asleep. She doesn’t want to bother him and she figures she can sneak a shower in before he wakes up— effectively minimizing any awkward encounters that involve her in a towel.

And then she sees it.

Roni stops dead in her tracks at the sight before her. There’s Harry, splayed out and sitting so ungracefully-- legs spread wide and toes curling into the carpet beneath the pooling fabric of his trousers, and a hand wrapped tightly around his cock.

His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, eyes closed in concentration as his hand pumps up and down, slower towards the bottom of his shaft and more rapid jerks of his wrist the higher up he gets.  When Roni hears him muttering a curse word under his breath, her blood runs cold.

She can’t help herself. It feels like a train wreck or some other disaster that she can’t help but watch.  He’s so much longer than she would have guessed. Not that she’d given it any thought in the past few days, because truth be told she really hadn’t.  If she’d had to guess, she probably would’ve at least been a bit generous with her assumptions, sure, but never this generous. He’s so well endowed she can’t tell if she wants to drool over it or just shake his hand and congratulate him.

The whole vision is just so… beautiful in an odd way, and Roni’s mouth waters when she spares a thought for what he must taste like.

Get it together, Roni. Fuck.

She turns to head back into the bedroom to leave him to it, but her ears perk when she hears him mutter another curse word and a few other filthy things that he would probably say if he were fucking up into someone.

No fucking way.

She’s not doing this right now. There’s no way she’s going to indulge in any of this, and she knows she really needs to close the door and get back in bed. Never mind the fact that she’d had the same idea as Harry last night once she’d gotten in bed, and had to physically stop herself from doing anything to ease the dull ache and wetness between her legs.  She’d settled on squeezing her thighs together every now and then to see if that would relieve any pressure (it didn’t) and had simply gone to bed telling herself she was absolutely batshit crazy.

She wasn’t going to get herself off in this boy’s bed, and she certainly wasn’t going to entertain any crazy fever dream fantasies about him either.

But now here he is, doing the exact same thing that she’d been so tempted to do, whimpering out what sounds like maybe the filthiest dirty talk she’s ever heard, and she feels like she’s going to pass out.

Harry’s head falls back against the couch, and his eyes flutter closed as an almost inaudible sigh passes his wet lips.  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mumbles.  “Soaked for me, aren’t you?”

Does this happen often?  Who is he thinking of?  Who, in his mind, is fucking him so good that he’s practically crying alone on his couch?  Roni feels a brief pang of jealousy followed by guilt and a mental slap to the face to remind herself to get it the fuck together.

Roni allows herself a few more moments to watch him tease himself, watching his swollen cock drip with his pre-cum, and she can’t help but to lick her lips when she sees the way his lips curl around his teeth. With eyebrows furrowed, Harry slaps a hand across his mouth to mute his pitiful whimpers.  He’s close, and Roni decides that now is as good a time as any to go back into the bedroom and grant him his privacy.

Silently closing the door behind her, Roni lets out all of her air in one long exhale and stares at the wall opposite her.  Try as she might (or might not), she can’t get the image out of her brain.  How is she supposed to face him later? Is this even something she should bring up? How would she even start that conversation? And what kind of response would that warrant from him? Surely he’d think she was snooping, and probably be mad at her for invading his privacy.

Roni presses the heels of her palms to her eyes, willing the image of him getting himself off to completely exit her brain.  She takes a few minutes to breathe, pacing around the room to get this strangely nervous energy out of her system, before sitting down on the bed with another long sigh.  She knows she’s got no choice but to wait it out now, and for some reason it makes her anxiety a million times worse than it was before.

It’s a few minutes later when Roni hears the bathroom door close, and finally she feels brave enough to make her way back into the living room of the apartment.  She moves slowly, still, as if afraid to make too much noise, and bites at her lip as she makes her way into the quiet room.

No one would ever guess that the events of a few minutes ago had even occurred.  The couch looks completely untouched, the little blanket Harry’s been using at night folded up and slung neaty across the arm.  The air does feel unmistakably hotter in here (or maybe that’s just Roni), but otherwise everything is perfectly still and normal.

She makes her way unsurely into the kitchen.  Should she make herself at home and start cooking?  It would be a nice gesture on her part, and a somewhat wordless apology for the slight invasion of privacy.  Even if she wasn’t outright apologizing, it would definitely clear her conscience.

Roni reaches up to open one of the cabinets to see if there’s anything available to make for breakfast.  It blows her mind that Harry doesn’t have a simple pantry in his apartment, although she’s not even sure a pantry would fit given the size of the place.

She frowns when she’s met with stacks of plates behind the cabinet door.  Where the hell does Harry keep his food anyway?

The refrigerator in the corner of the kitchen is no bigger than a box, and when she opens it she’s met with even less food than she’d been expecting.  Does Harry even eat?

“Oh! Morning!”

Roni turns with a start when she hears Harry’s pleasant greeting, his tone now a stark contrast to the desperate whimper it was just minutes ago.  Roni’s entire body shivers at the memory.

“Hey!” she greets as normally as possible. “Morning.”

Harry walks over to pour himself a glass of water.  “Sleep alright?”

“M-hm!”  Does he know that she knows?

“That’s good.”  Harry smiles, completely innocent.  “You’re up earlier this morning.  Did I wake you?”

“What?”  It takes Roni a moment to realize he’s not referring to that, and she laughs nervously.  “Oh, no, you’re good.  Just like, my natural clock I guess.”

“You’re getting more used to being here.”  Harry grins.  “Wonderful.”

Roni smiles at him a tick too long, and she turns her attention to the cupboards.  “Anyway,” she says,  “Can I help with breakfast?”

“You don’t have to do that!”

“I want to!”

“You’re a guest.”

Roni shrugs.  “Not really.  Not anymore.  I told you I’ve gotta earn my keep around here.”

Harry chuckles, shaking his head at her.  “Alright.”  He blows his messy morning hair off of his face and glances around the kitchen, pondering what to even suggest. “Well, I haven’t got much.”

“Eggs are fine again!” Roni suggests, before a thought pops into her mind.  “Actually, got anything to make pancakes?”

Harry beams.  “I think I do.”

“Perfect! Pancakes are my specialty.”

Roni and Harry set to work then, falling comfortably into step side by side as they weave their way around the kitchen.  They launch immediately into conversation as they work, and it all feels so disgustingly domestic and comfortable that Roni almost forgets there’s anything abnormal about her situation. (She also temporarily forgets what she just saw on the couch minutes ago, although every time she catches a glimpse of his hand she is so painfully reminded.)  They discuss buying Roni new clothes, since she is going to be here for the foreseeable future, and Roni asks several questions about what to expect when entering the roaring 20s.  Harry answers her, “lots of lions” and when she doesn’t understand right away, he giggles through his explanation of,  “‘Roaring.’ Get it? Sorry.”

It’s when they’re sitting at the table side by side, shoveling pancakes into their mouths, that Roni shifts topics.

“Your eye looks better!”

Harry chuckles.  “It does, doesn’t it? Just got a look at it in the mirror.  The swelling  has gone down significantly.”

“Thank goodness,” Roni nods.  “We have to be looking our best tonight, after all. We’re still on for dancing?”

Harry smiles around his glass of milk as he sips, and there’s a brief moment where he forgets to wipe his milk mustache off in which Roni completely melts.  “‘Course we are,” he says with a nod.

“What kinds of places are we going?  Like are we just gonna go bar hopping?  Or like… what’s the plan?  What should I prepare for?  Should I wear comfy shoes?”

Harry makes a face, not answering her right away. He opens his mouth, then closes it again.  He takes another sip of milk, and now Roni is wondering if she’s said something wrong, because his entire demeanor shifts.  “What?  Is that not how it works here?”

Harry won’t even look at her, but the smile on his face hardly falters-- if anything it just looks a bit more regretful.  “No,” he says.  “It’s not that.”

Roni frowns.  “Well, we don’t have to go if you don’t want to! We can just--”

“It isn’t that either.”  Harry finally looks at Roni with embarrassment.  He hesitates to speak, until she presses him with a look.  He sighs.  “Veronica, I have to tell you something.”

Roni hates those words.  Any time someone has said something to her along those lines, it is almost always followed by bad news.  She leans closer to him.  “What’s wrong?”

“I… don’t have enough money… to take you to several places. I can only afford one, and it’s only because I know the guy who owns it.”

Roni still doesn’t understand, so she shakes her head and places her hand on Harry’s arm reassuringly.  “Harry, that’s not a big deal, I don’t mind if--”

“No, listen.  Please.  I have to tell you this because it’s gone on for too long, and I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hide it from you.”  

Roni swallows, preparing herself for the worst.  Harry’s got a wife and child living somewhere else that he has to support, and they don’t know about this apartment.  Harry is sick and dying and only has enough money to pay his medical bills for the next couple of months until he shrivels away.  Harry has--

“I don’t have a job.”

Oh.

Roni blinks back at him, trying to find the proper words to go about responding to him.  She isn’t mad by any means, but he’s looking at her like she should be.  His cheeks burn red, and his skin under Roni’s hand feels hot to the touch.  He licks his lips, raising his eyebrows expectantly at her, and she realizes she’s just been sitting here with her mouth open.  She shakes her head, and speaks with as much gentleness as she can conjure up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know.  I really don’t.  I don’t think I anticipated you being here as long as you are-- which, I’m so happy that you are, by the way-- so I didn’t think it would come up.  And now I want to take you out and buy you clothes, and I still very much intend to do that, because I do have money left over for that.  But I just can’t do it to the extent that I would like to.  And it’s awful, because I really would love to show you around, take you to several dance places, etcetera etcetera, but…. I can’t.”

The amount of sadness in Harry’s eyes makes Roni’s heart feel heavy, and she gives his arm a squeeze.  “Harry,” she sighs.  

“Are you disappointed?”

“Of course I’m not disappointed.  If anything, I’m disappointed in myself.  I’ve been so selfish this entire time--”

“Don’t do that.”

“--But if I’d known, I could’ve helped!”

Harry chuckles, and it’s the first time in a few minutes that he seems like himself again. “How on earth could you have helped?”

“I don’t know,” Roni shrugs, “but we would’ve found a way.  You’re doing so much to help me, I can’t just sit here and let that happen without returning the favor!”

“There’s no favor to return,” Harry says with a smile.  “It’s my pleasure.”

Roni sits back in her chair, already brainstorming and completely ignoring his words.  “Lets see,” she says, drumming her fingers along the table top.   “I don’t need clothes--”

“Yes you do.”  Harry snorts.  “You’re practically swimming in mine.”

“Yeah but--”

Harry holds up his hand to stop her.  “I’ve got that part covered, Veronica.  I promise you.”

Roni rolls her eyes.  “Fine.  One outfit--”

“Two.”  Harry cuts her off again, his cheeky smile fully returning to his face.  “At the very least.  You need one for tonight and another for anything else.”

“But--”

“I’ve already got it all sorted.  You’re not going to persuade me otherwise.”  

“So you’re just gonna blow the last of your money… on me?”

“Not the last of it!” Harry shrugs, then laughs when Roni scoffs.  “Love,  I didn’t tell you this to worry you.  I’ll find another job sooner or later.  I just told you so that you wouldn’t be let down when I turn out to be a rather disappointing date.”

“You’re not disappointing.”  Roni frowns.  “We’re gonna get you a job, alright?”

“I believe you!” Harry says, popping another piece of pancake into his mouth.

“Starting today.”

“Today?!”  Harry speaks through a mouthful and swallows a bit harder than he’d intended.  “No, love, today is about finding you clothes--”

“And finding you a job.”  Roni grins brilliantly at him.   “We’re doing both at the same time.”  When Harry narrows his eyes at her, she only giggles and echoes his own words back at him.  “You’re not going to persuade me otherwise.”

Harry rolls his eyes, but his dimpled smile has returned full force.  He shakes his head and takes another bite.  “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yep,” Roni pops the ‘p’ at the end of the world before taking a sip of her milk.  “So hurry up and finish breakfast.  We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”

----

It’s three hours later when Roni and Harry find themselves downtown, after an hour of cleaning up their messes in the kitchen and Harry awkwardly explaining to Roni how the shower worked.  They’d wasted no time in buying Roni the appropriate outfits,  and she’d changed in the restroom at a high end cafe.  (The looks she’d received were actually quite hysterical-- dressed in Harry’s clothes and entering the women’s restroom only to emerge wearing a brown dress, stockings, and brand new shoes.)

Roni’s first time stepping out of Harry’s apartment and into the daylight had been surreal.  She’d felt dizzy several times, especially when comparing the shops and restaurants along the streets now to the ones of her own time.  It wasn’t that she didn’t know her way around; she knew this city like the back of her hand.  But seeing everything-- and everyone-- so different is a feeling unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life.

But now here she is, dressed the part and feeling a hundred times more confident and present than before.  She and Harry had visited numerous businesses for him to apply to, and each one had given them roughly the same answer.  Promises to call seemed to only crush Harry’s spirit, which Roni understood.  But she’d remained as positive and enthusiastic about the entire process as she could, and now here she is-- encouraging him to just pop into one more store with her.  

“What if they’re the ones that are gonna offer you a job, you know?”

“Or they’ll just promise to call me,” Harry says with a shrug.  “You know how those things work.  They promise to call and they never do.”

Roni is about to launch into an entire spiel about how Harry is only going to attract what he puts out there and he shouldn’t be going into this with a negative attitude, when something catches her eye.

“Oh my god.”  

She stops dead in her tracks, and it takes Harry a moment to notice she isn’t behind him.  He turns to see Roni staring in disbelief at one of the little shops along the strip.  He follows her gaze to understand what she’s so struck by, but it only confuses him more.  “What, the tobacco place?”

“No, the book store.”  Roni feels like crying and she doesn’t even know why.  It’s not a particularly emotional moment by any means, but it’s strange and surreal and the only thing her body can think to do with all of the unusual feelings she’s feeling is to expel them through tears.  

She doesn’t end up crying, not really, but she does have to blink the mist out of her eyes to make sure she isn’t seeing anything.

The sign above the book shop is the same one she’d gotten so used to seeing nearly every day of her life in the 90s, but now it’s got a fresh coat of paint and it’s bright and shiny rather than weathered with time.  It reads, loud and proud in white paint: The Little Read Book, and Roni laughs in disbelief.

If Roni remembers correctly, the shop was opened in 1920-- which technically is five years ago-- by Eileen’s grandmother, and Roni realizes that that means Eileen isn’t born yet, and won’t be for another ten years.

“Harry,” Roni says quietly to a patient Harry who’s been waiting for her to say something,  “I work there.”

“What?”  Harry scoffs, glancing from the shop to Roni’s awe-stricken face.  “What on earth do you-- oh.”  It finally dawns on Harry, only now he isn’t sure at all what the proper way to respond to this situation would be.  He clears his throat.  “You don’t say?  Well, that’s interesting.”

Without thinking, Roni grabs Harry’s hand and yanks him with her as she makes her way to the shop.  “We have to go in,” she says, completely unaware of the way Harry is blushing at her small hand in his.

A familiar bell rings the moment Roni opens the door, and out of habit she wants to call out a greeting to Eileen. The shop smells exactly the same, and it’s organized almost identically to the way it looks in the 90s. The difference is on the walls- there are significantly less photographs covering them, and the ones that are tacked to the green wallpaper are fresh and not yellowed with age.

A few customers walk among the shelves, talking quietly to themselves, and faint jazz music plays from the radio behind the front desk.  The radio is still there in Roni’s time, but it has long since stopped working, and seeing it in all its glory is something so surreal that Roni gets dizzy all over again.

“May I help you?”

Roni turns her attention to a girl much younger than her rounding the corner carrying an armful of books.  Roni’s knee-jerk reaction is to go help the girl but she refrains-- reminding herself that she does not, in fact, work here at the moment.

The girl plops the pile onto the desk and Roni gets a glimpse of her nametag.  It reads “Daisy” in a plain blue font, and Roni wracks her brain trying to remember if she’s ever heard this name before and if this person holds any significance in Eileen’s life.

It’s Harry who speaks first.  “Hi, I was wondering if you had any available positions open?”

The question takes both Daisy and Roni by surprise, and Roni can’t stop her jaw from falling practically on the floor.  Of course it makes sense for him to work here, and she wishes she’d come up with the idea herself. She’d been so shocked to see this place in the context it’s in now, that she’d forgotten all about the task at hand.  A pang of guilt strikes her belly for a brief moment.

Daisy blinks back surprise, a pleasant smile growing on her face.  “Really?”

“Yes ma’am.”  Harry beams,  “I’m looking to start as soon as possible.”

Daisy eyes Harry for a moment, stopping briefly on his still faint-purple eye, before leaning against the counter and grinning.  “What’s your name?”

“Harry,” he replies, holding out his hand.  “Styles.”

Daisy shakes his hand with a smile before turning expectantly to Roni, and now Roni suddenly feels put on the spot.

“Uh,” she stammers, reaching to shake Daisy’s hand.  “I’m Roni.”

Daisy makes a face, cocking her head to one side.  “As in Ronald?”

Harry snorts, and Roni sighs.  “No, Veronica.  Sorry, I should’ve been more clear.”

“No!” Daisy says, “It’s just a unique name.  I’ve never heard anything like that before.  I like it.  Are you interested in a position as well?”  Her bright beautiful smile returns back to her face, and it’s the first time that Roni’s really looked closely. She can clearly see the almost chilling resemblance to Eileen now, and it makes her feel woozy.

It takes everything in Roni not to explain the situation, but how would she even start?  

Actually, I do work here, but not right now-- seventy-four years into the future, and I can give you my official employee reference for you to hire Harry!

Roni sees Harry smirking at her as if he’s thinking the same thing she is, and she giggles nervously.  “No.  Thank you though.”

“Alright, but if you change your mind, I’m always hiring!”  Daisy makes her way behind the counter to organize the books as she speaks.  “My name is Daisy Hartford. I actually recently took over the business with my husband Lawrence.  My mother opened the shop five years ago, but she gave the business to us when we got married last summer.”

Roni tunes Daisy out as she comes to the realization that Daisy is Eileen’s mother.  It feels so strange to see this young girl, likely no older than nineteen, running a business that Roni knows by heart, and speaking of her mother and her husband so candidly.  She doesn’t know that she’s going to have four children, and that one of them is going to be Eileen.  She doesn’t know that Eileen is going to take over the shop one day.  Hell, she probably doesn’t even know that the shop is going to make it another seventy-four plus years.  She doesn’t know any of this-- but Roni does.

Daisy continues rambling, bringing Roni out of her thoughts.  “I love it, but I could use all the help I can get.  Especially once we start having little ones running around, do you know what I mean?  I’m sure the two of you understand.”

Harry’s smirk only deepens while Roni feels her face is on fire. Her voice is so quiet that even she has a hard time hearing herself. “Oh, we’re not--”

“Well” Daisy unintentionally cuts Roni off, smiling sweetly.  “I’m sure I don’t need to bore you with my story.”  She turns to Harry with a pointed look.  “Mr. Styles.  Have you any experience working with books?”

Roni can almost hear the panic bells going off in Harry’s head, but his exterior remains cool and collected.  “I do not,” he says,  “But I am a fast learner.”

“Excellent.”  Daisy flips nonchalantly through a book before setting it aside.  “And your current employer is whom?”

Harry swallows, his ego clearly slightly bruised.  He fidgets with his fingers when he talks, drawing Roni’s attention to the fact that even she’s fidgeting with her ring out of pure nervousness.  “I don’t have one, ma’am.  But my previous employer was Milton and Sons.  I made shoes.”

“Oh, how funny!  I’ve got a pair of Miltons on right now!”  Daisy kicks out her leg a bit to show off her shoes, and it makes both Roni and Harry giggle.

“Those are quite nice,” Harry says.  “I’ll bet I made them.”

“I’ll bet you did!”  Daisy beams, before realizing that this is still a job interview-- albeit a very lax one. She clears her throat and settles herself down.  “Alright, alright.  Next question.  Why The Little Read Book?”

It’s another one of those moments where Roni wants to jump in, and Harry can see her internal struggle.  “Well,” he says slowly,  “A dear friend of mine recommended this place.”

“Did he?  What’s his name?”

Harry’s lips twitch.  “Ronald.”

Roni nearly chokes, but Harry remains completely serious as Daisy thinks long and hard.  “Ronald…. Mr. Whitley?  He comes in here quite often.”

“Maybe,” Harry says with a shrug. “I’ve never caught his last name before.  But in any case, Ronald has been coming here for years now.  He speaks very highly of this place.  Says it feels like home to him.  And I can see why.  You’ve got a remarkable business here, Mrs. Hartford.”

Daisy beams.  “Thank you! That’s lovely to hear.”  

After a few more questions that almost all lead into a conversation of some sort, Roni, Daisy, and Harry feel like three chums just hanging out and having a chat.  Which was something Eileen had constantly told Roni about Daisy.

“My mother could befriend a rock if you gave her enough time,” Eileen would say.  “She would hold conversation with just about anyone.  Everybody loved her, and with good reason.”

Now that she’s meeting her, Roni would have to agree.

“Well, Mr. Styles,” Daisy says through a sigh.  “I suppose I’ve just got one question left for you, and it’s the most important one.”

Harry nods.  “Shoot.”

“When can you start?”

Roni can tell that Harry wants to leap up in the air and celebrate.  She knows how much this means to him and, frankly, she’s feeling the exact same way.  She beams at Harry, expectantly awaiting his answer.  While he remains as calm as possible, there is no denying the dimple on his cheek showing just how happy he is.

“Tomorrow?” Harry raises his eyebrows questioningly.

“We’re closed tomorrow.”  Roni and Daisy say this at the same time, and when Daisy shoots Roni a look of confusion, Roni fumbles over an explanation.  Truth be told, it was merely force of habit.  But that isn’t something she has time to explain to Daisy, so she shrugs.

“Sorry, I’ve just-- tried to come in here a few times on Saturdays and Sundays and always realized you were closed.  Made that mistake too many times.  Ha. Sorry.”

This is a tradition no longer kept in 1999, but Roni remembers the days when both Saturdays and Sundays were off days.  In 1998 Eileen had decided to open up Saturdays for business, keeping Sundays blocked off because “I’m a God-fearing woman, Veronica.”   But still, it is Roni’s knee-jerk reaction to respond the way that she just has, and she’s thankful that Daisy bought her explanation.

“Right,” Daisy giggles.  “Well, in any case, Mr. Styles, are you free to start Monday around eleven?”

Harry nods.  “Monday around eleven sounds great.”

“Wonderful!  I can’t wait to work with you.”  She turns to Roni.  “And I’m sure I’ll be seeing much more of you in here, Mrs. Styles.”

Roni opens her mouth to say something but is cut off immediately by Harry taking her hand and tugging her towards the door.  “Right, lovely to meet you, Mrs. Hartford.  I’ll see you Monday at eleven, and not a minute later!”

The door closes behind them and they’re back outside, squinting at one another in the sunlight.  Harry’s smiling like an excited little boy, and after a moment of watching him, Roni presses him with a nudge.  “Well?”

“Veronica,” Harry says softly, “We fucking did it.”

It’s the first time Roni’s heard Harry (knowingly) curse in front of her, and it makes her giggle at his unfiltered excitement.  She takes both of Harry’s hands in hers and squeezes, beaming up at him before just giving in and wrapping her arms around his torso.  She gives him a tight squeeze and leans affectionately into him.

“Hell yeah,” she says,  “We fucking did.”

----

“Harryyy,” Roni whines from the bathroom.

“Yes, love?”

Roni sighs loudly, and the noise makes Harry chuckle to himself from his spot on the couch.  “You can’t laugh, okay?”

“Why would I laugh?”

“Because.”  Roni opens the door a crack, barely peeking her head out to look at Harry.  “I need help.”

It’s a few hours later and Harry and Roni have found themselves back at Harry’s place to freshen up for the evening.  Roni had insisted she’d be fine changing in another public restroom, but Harry had refused-- saying that he needed to get changed into something “spiffier.”

The outfit Harry had bought for Roni seemed nice enough, but now that she’s actually trying to do up the buttons in the back while keeping the sash tied correctly, she’s realizing just how complicated the entire outfit is. It doesn’t help that the only bra she has is the one she’d been wearing the night she arrived, which is very modern in comparison to the rest of the dress.   Try as she might, there is no way she could manage getting the buttons all done up herself.  So she’d swallowed her pride, and now here she is-- pitifully asking Harry for help.

Harry looks lovely, of course, and it’s the nicest Roni has seen him dress the entire time she’s been here.  He’s in a gray suit buttoned up the front, and a nice pair of leather shoes that, admittedly could use a bit of a shine but are altogether so handsome and so Harry.  He completes the entire ensemble with a little gray cap on his head-- because of course he does-- and Roni suddenly feels self conscious when he looks at her.

He smiles knowingly, rising to his feet and heading towards the bathroom door.  “Too advanced for you then?”

Roni pouts, stepping out of the bathroom in the half buttoned, half tied mess of a dress.  “I just can’t get the buttons done,” she huffs.  “And the belt won’t stay tied!”

Harry snorts, picking up the ribbon that droops around Roni’s waist.  “It doesn’t go there.”

Roni rolls her eyes.  “Well that would’ve been nice to know ten minutes ago.”

“Alright, alright,”  Harry says through another laugh.  “Turn around.”

Roni complies without thinking, and Harry’s breath catches in his throat the moment she does.  

It’s the first time he’s seen a woman’s bare back in, god, he doesn’t even know how long.  She’s gotten the buttons done up herself all the way to the spot just before her back dips into her bottom, and Harry subconsciously licks his lips at the involuntary thought of what lies beneath the southernmost button.  The lace of her brassiere clings delicately to her back, and although Harry has seen a decent amount of brassieres in his lifetime, he’s never quite seen one this intricate.  He would give anything to unlatch it and place his lips to the spot on her skin where it rested, but he knows he can’t.  He knows he’s got a job to do here, and she’s waiting.

Harry doesn’t realize he’s been staring for so long until Roni speaks. “What, did I mess it up?”

“Yes” Harry says, praying that Roni doesn’t notice the audible crack in his voice.  “But it’s okay.  Nothing I can’t fix.”

With shaky hands Harry works to fasten the buttons up her back.  Roni sighs, seemingly unaware of the way Harry trembles behind her.  For some reason the fact that this is completely normal to Roni, in a time where it’s scandalous for any unwed woman to present herself to a man this way, is making this all the more sexy to him.  He licks his lips, focusing on getting this done as quickly as possible so as not to make it weird, while also savoring the moment as much as he can.  

He can feel the heat from her skin, and he can smell his shampoo in her hair, and he closes his eyes to allow the scent to fill his nose.  Should he say something?  Is he being weird by not saying anything?  Can she feel how absolutely tense he is as he tries to focus on not touching her for too long?  He’s completely short-circuited, and he gulps trying to come up with something to talk about.

When Harry’s finger accidentally grazes a spot on Roni’s back, she jolts, starling Harry.

“Sorry, sorry!” Harry blurts.  “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, it’s just-- your hands are cold.”

“Oh.” Idiot.  “Sorry.”

“No,” Roni says again.  “It felt… good.”

“Oh.”  

Can he say anything other than oh?

Harry watches as goosebumps prickle Roni’s skin, and he moves slower now, taking special care to brush his fingers against her back occasionally.  If she said it felt good, it’s all he can do to keep her feeling that way.   She swallows and audibly exhales,  and the goosebumps never fade or shrink.  

Harry doesn’t know why it happens this way with her.  Everything is always so friendly and normal, and then the most casual and mundane thing sets him off.  He knows she feels it too, because even over her shoulder he can see her eyes nervously darting around with every controlled breath she takes.   She, too, looks like she wants to say something and can’t find the words, but Harry doesn’t mind.  The higher he gets with her buttons, the slower he goes.

With a shaky hand, Harry reaches up to gather Roni’s hair in his hand and gently brushes it over her shoulder and out of his way.  She shivers when he does this, and it makes him smile to himself.  If ever he should be lucky enough to be this close to Roni again, he needs to remember that she likes to have her hair played with.

When he finally reaches the top button, he takes his time fastening it.  He doesn’t realize that he and Roni are both holding their breaths until both of them let it out in a sigh.  He closes his eyes briefly, willing time to stop just for moment so that he can savor this longer, but he has no time to linger on the thought before Roni is spinning around to face him.

“Does it look okay?  Like seriously, do I like… fit with the times?”

She looks genuinely worried, and her eyes scan his for any sign of humor in his response.  

How can Harry tell her that she looks like a dream?  She looks like everything he’s ever wanted and so, so much more.  Of course he’d gone a tad over his planned budget in buying her this outfit, but seeing her here, wearing it and looking like that makes it all worth it.  Were dresses like this supposed to fit this way?  He’s never seen a dress look so good on anybody before, and he doesn’t know how on earth to tell her that without frightening her off.

So he keeps his composure as much as he can, smiling mischievously down at her.  “Not yet.”

He reaches for the tie that Roni had mislabeled a belt and, feeling bolder now, unties it from around her hips.  She squirms a bit in his grasp but she isn’t smiling, not yet, and Harry realizes that fitting in is something incredibly important to her.

“Right, hold still.”  Harry loops the tie around the back of Roni’s neck, brushing her hair up over it and smiling when he notices the goosebumps on her skin once again.  He watches her face closely as he ties the tie in a loose knot in the middle of her chest.  She won’t look at him anymore, but there’s a hint of a smile gracing her pretty lips, so he knows he’s got her where he wants her.   He secures the knot and takes the two loose ends of the tie in his hands, yanking her gently closer to him.

Roni stumbles and gasps softy, before glaring up at him.  “Hey, careful! I could’ve--”

She trails off when she sees the way he’s smiling at her, and she softens immediately.  Her eyes hold an almost indiscernible worry, and if Harry had blinked he would’ve missed the way they darted down to his lips for just a split second.

Harry smirks.  “Now you look perfect.”

Roni giggles nervously, a red tint glowing from her cheeks as she averts her gaze.  She seems to come back to her senses slowly, and Harry is pleased with the effect he has on her.

“Thanks,” she says softly, stepping back and out of the circle of his arms,  “For… helping me.  I don’t mean to be so helpless it’s just…. You know.”

Harry nods.  “I do know,” he says with a reassuring smile.”  He places a hand on his belly.  “I also know that my stomach has been growling for the last hour, and I’m itching to show you off on that dance floor.”  He offers her his arm, grinning smugly down at her.  “So.  Shall we?”

---

The New York air is much colder now, and Roni leans closer to Harry for warmth as they walk.  She’s significantly less afraid now that she looks the part, even going so far as to give passersby a few polite head nods and a quick “good evening!”

Harry grins down at her, squeezing her arm with his own.  “You’re a proper lady now, aren’t you?”

Roni takes on her best posh accent, making Harry snort when she talks.  “Well I look the part, darling, but now I’ve got to act it, haven’t I?”

Through residual giggles, Harry shakes his head.  “You had me up until the accent.”

“What a shame,” Roni says, making her accent even thicker and giggling to herself.  “I’ll have to work on that.”

A clocktower in the distance chimes six o’clock as Harry and Roni finally approach their destination.   It’s busier than Roni had anticipated, but then again it is Friday night. This seems like the place to be, and if this is the only place Harry can take her tonight, he definitely picked a good one.

Harry talks briefly with the host at the front desk, who he’d mentioned to Roni that he was friends with, but Roni doesn’t even pay attention to anything being said.  She instead takes this time to really study the place.  Several round tables surround the large dance floor.  If Roni remembers correctly, this building is a roller rink in her time, and it’s so strange to see it as something so drastically different now.  

It’s also strange to see how many people are smoking indoors here, and Roni coughs when a woman walks by and wafts cigarette smoke into her face.

They’re seated shortly at a smaller table in the corner, and when the host returns back to his post, Harry beams at Roni.  “So? What do you think?”

“It’s cute!” Roni says. “It’s weird because I’ve been here but you know, like… in the 90s.”

“Yeah?  Is it pretty much the same?”

“Not at all,” Roni laughs.  “I mean the big dance area kind of looks the same I guess.  But it’s a huge roller rink.”

“A what?” Harry scrunches up his face, but doesn’t even give Roni a chance to answer him. “Oh, like for roller skates?”

“Yeah!”

Harry looks out at the dance floor thoughtfully. “Gee. So that area is just filled with people roller skating, huh?  That’s odd to think about.”

The waiter approaches, quickly shifting both Harry and Roni’s attention.  He informs them that his name is Stanley, goes over a few of the food specials for the evening, and then asks them what they’d like to drink.  Harry orders a lemonade, and then both he and Stanley turn to Roni expectantly.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll take a rum and coke, please.”

If a record-scratch silence was such a thing in these times, it would have happened at that exact moment.  Stanley, the people at the next table over, and even Harry all stare at her as if her order is the most scandalous thing they’ve ever heard.  Roni stares back blankly, trying to gather what on earth the problem could be, before finally looking to Harry for help.

Harry catches on quickly, laughing dryly and leaning across the table to place a hand on Roni’s.  “She’s joking, of course,” he says.  “She’ll just have a coca-cola.  Please.  Thank you so much.”

Stanley lingers a moment, as if processing what just happened, before turning slowly on his heels and making his way to the kitchen.

When Harry is sure the waiter is out of earshot, he leans across the table with a serious look.  “Don’t do that,” he hisses quietly.

“Do what?!” Roni asks incredulously.  “Order a drink?  What, are women not allowed to drink here?”

Harry chuckles.  “Actually no one is.”

“What the fuck?” Roni says, biting her tongue the moment it escapes her lips because she knows she shouldn’t be cursing like that in public.  Not here at least. She glances around to make sure no one heard her, then lowers her voice.  “Why not?”

Harry grins smugly.  “You mean to tell me the prohibition isn’t something significant in the future?  Like it just… ends?”

Roni rolls her eyes.  “Oh god,” she says.  “The prohibition.  Forgot about that.”

“Ah.”  Harry nods.  “So you’ve heard of it.”

Roni pouts.  “Yeah, and it sucks.”

“You’re telling me,” Harry says through a laugh.

“I guess just a coke is fine though,”  Roni admits.  “Probably don’t need anything making me more disoriented me more than I already am.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Roni sighs, glancing around the restaurant again in another attempt to take it all in.  When she catches the eye of an older lady a few tables over, she notices the woman is frowning at her, and she shifts in her seat. “Are people staring?  They’re definitely staring.  Did you button me up wrong?”

“I didn’t,” Harry says. “Maybe they’re staring because of how beautiful you look.”

Roni’s cheeks grow hot and she rolls her eyes, but she can’t suppress the smile on her face. “Harry--”

“I’m serious!” he says.  “That dress is divine.  I must say, whoever picked it for you has excellent taste.”

“Hey, I picked it out, too.” Roni sticks her tongue out at Harry.

“Maybe so,” Harry says with a shrug,  “But of the two of us, I’m the one with the fashion sense here.”

Roni opens her mouth to protest, but Harry only rises to his feet and holds his hand out for her. “Anyway,” he says, “care to dance?”

At first Roni feels awkward on the crowded dance floor.  Everyone around her seems so experienced, and there she is stumbling around like she’s never even heard music before in her life.  She accidentally bumps into several people, and Harry always calmly apologizes for her before jumping right into the impromptu dance lesson he’s giving her.  Of course she feels bad, but he’s so encouraging (and went through all the trouble to get them here), so she puts on a brave face and soldiers through it.

By about four songs in, however, Roni’s insecurities wash further and further away with every smile or word of praise Harry gives her, and suddenly it feels like they’re the only two in the entire building.

The familiar opening chords of The Charleston begin booming from the orchestra, and Harry and Roni immediately exchange open-mouthed grins.  “You know this one!” Harry yells over the music, already beginning to tap his feet.

“No I don’t!” Roni giggles, already being swept off her feet by Harry.

Once again they’re laughing like children, stumbling over one another while Harry shouts incoherent commands at her.  

“Remember? Left, kick, left--- Veronica, focus!”

“I can’t! Not with everyone around!”

Roni finally allows her giggles to get the best of her, letting go of Harry and hunching over to clutch her belly.  Harry watches her, an endeared smile on his lips, before reaching to take her hand again. “Veronica--”

“Wait!” Roni stands up straight. “Wait, it’s my turn. Let me show you how it’s done. Ever heard of this one?”

She starts half-jumping, half- running in place and Harry lets out a loud cackle. “What on earth are you doing?”

“It’s called the running man!” Roni calls back.  “All the rage where I come from!”

Harry’s face grows redder by the second from laughing so hard, and he lets out a hacking cough. “Oh my god, you look ridiculous!”

“Yeah? Like that one? How about this one?”  Roni places her hands on either side of her face, framing her head and moving her hands from her cheeks to her chin and top of her head. . “This one is called Vogue-ing.”

Harry wipes at his eyes, clutching his stomach. “Veronica,” he says through a wet laugh, “Please, no more.”

“And here’s a classic!”  Roni goes completely stiff, bending her arms at the elbows and moving robotically. “They call this one the robot!”

“God,” Harry shakes his head, face now beet read from laughing. “You’re so bloody weird.”

“You aren’t gonna try it with me?” Roni asks.  “I try your weird dances with you!”

Harry rolls his eyes, but he knows she’s got a point. “It’s not the same.”

“It doesn’t matter!” Roni calls back. “C’mon, just try the robot one time.”

Harry glances nervously around before deciding to just completely throw caution to the wind and join her.  He goes stiff as well, mimicking her movements in the most forced and uncomfortable looking way.

Now it’s her turn to laugh, and she lets out the most adorable cackle Harry thinks he’s ever heard. “Ha! You’ve got it!”

“Do I look absolutely mental?” Harry asks through a grin.

“Absolutely, babe,” Roni says with a nod.

“Good!” Harry starts moving faster, knowing damn well he isn’t doing this dance correctly at all, until Roni can’t even dance anymore. She’s nearly on the ground with how hard she’s laughing, and both she and Harry completely ignore the dirty looks from everyone around them who’s actually taking their dancing seriously.

Harry is completely out of breath by the end of the song, and he genuinely feels he’s going to be sore tomorrow.  

But if it meant seeing Roni this happy and full of laughter, he’d take her out dancing every single night.

---

“So what was it like?”

Roni turns to Harry.  “What?”

Roni and Harry are walking home side by side, and Roni is carrying her shoes-- even though Harry had informed her several times how filthy the ground was. When they’d finally decided to stop dancing and sit down for dinner, they’d launched immediately into conversation, covering just about any topic under the sun. Harry marvels at how easy it is to talk to Roni, and he reckons he could sit and listen to her talk about absolutely nothing for days on end.

“The moment you traveled back.  I know you said it was a lucid dream of sorts, but what was it really like?  Was it like you were flying?”

“No, not really,” Roni says, and she takes a moment to think of how to explain this to him.  “It was just like walking.  But I couldn’t walk fast enough.  I wasn’t being threatened or anything.  I just knew I had somewhere to go and I didn’t think I’d get there in time.”

“Where were you trying to go?  You’d mentioned something about the 1980s… is that correct?  Something about your mum?”

Roni smiles sadly at him.  “You remember me saying that?”

“‘Course I do.”  Harry notices the sadness of Roni’s features, and he lowers his voice.  “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay,” Roni says wistfully.  “I wanted to go to 1985. That was the year I lost my mom.  In a car accident.”

“Oh, Veronica,” Harry coos. “I’m so sorry.”

“Cars were… well, are a lot different where I come from.  People drive like assholes.  Pardon the language.”  Harry smirks to himself.  Since when does Roni feel the need to apologize for her language?  He doesn’t have time to tease her, however, and he figures now is not the time.  So he lets her continue.

“So mom was driving to work one morning.  And this guy fell asleep at the wheel.  A trucker.  He’d been driving all night.”  Roni seems lost in her own thoughts, and Harry hangs on her every word.  “And it sucks because… it was just like any other day, you know?  We just said a normal goodbye.  She was planning on ordering pizza that night when she got home.   I asked her to take me to the pool, and she couldn’t.  She was working overtime so that she could pay for this stupid class trip for me.”  Roni shakes her head bitterly, and Harry wants to say something, but he decides to let her sort through her own thoughts.

“I just thought that… maybe if I could go back to that day I could stop her, do you know what I mean?  I thought I could maybe warn her not to leave.  She would’ve listened to me.”  Roni chuckles softly to herself.  “I was always good at persuading her.”

They round the corner, beginning their ascent up the steps to Harry’s apartment.  He finally speaks as he fumbles with his keys.  “You know you can’t give up, right?  You’ve proven that time travel is real, now it’s just a matter of perfecting the specifics.”

Roni shrugs as Harry pushes his creaky front door open for her to walk through.  “I suppose,” she says, “I just don’t know if I want to risk going to another unfamiliar time period.  I’m not sure anyone else would be as kind as you.”

Her words tug at Harry’s heart strings as he locks the door behind him.  “Can I say something?”

Roni kicks off her shoes.  “Of course.”

“I’m really glad you showed up here.”  When Roni shoots Harry a look that says “don’t be cheesy,”  he giggles.  “I mean it! You’re somebody that I feel very, very lucky to have met.  You’re an incredible person.”

“Oh stop it.”  Roni and Harry make their way through the living room, while Harry begins unbuttoning his jacket and Roni fumbles to untie the neck-tie that has been itching her skin all night.

“I’m serious,” Harry says.  “You’re intelligent.  And witty.”

Roni smirks at him.  “Alright fine, keep going.”

“And funny,”  Harry adds with a pointed look.  “Gosh, Veronica, no one makes me laugh as hard as you do, you know that?”

“The feeling is mutual, dude.”  Roni frowns down at the knot that she still hasn’t been able to get untied, and Harry keeps talking.

“You keep me on my toes, but in the best way.”  Harry wiggles out of his jacket, placing it neatly over the back of a chair. “I never know what to expect from you.”

“Good,” Roni says, distracted and still scowling at the stubborn knot.  “I want to keep it that way.”

“You’re unlike any woman-- no, any person in general, I have ever met in my life.  And I’ve met a lot of people, you know.  You’re someone special.  I feel like you were meant to come into my life, even if you came from the future.  And--”  Harry trails off when he notices her struggling. “Do you need help with that?”

Roni frowns up at him, finally giving up.  “How tight did you tie this thing?!”

Harry laughs, making his way over to her.  “Alright, c’mere.  Let me see.”

It feels good to be this close to Roni again, and although they’d spent the last roughly three and a half hours dancing closely, this feels so much better.  Harry feels the same nervous energy he’d felt while tying this thing, but somehow he’s more confident about it now, and he doesn’t shy away from standing so close to her.

“You can keep going on about how great I am if you want,” Roni teases.

“Oh can I?” Harry asks.  “Thank you for your blessing, madam.”

“Anytime!”

Harry smiles, working at the knot gently and really searching to find the right words in his mind.  “Suppose everything I’ve been saying is rather sappy, innit?”

“I don’t mind.”

Harry’s heart pounds at her words, although he isn’t exactly nervous.  “Well, may I say something else sappy?”

“We’ve made it this far, haven’t we?”

“Fair.”  Harry smiles.  Admittedly, he’s got the knot figured out and could easily side the tie off with no problem. But he likes having something for his fingers to fidget with, and he definitely  likes having his fingers so near her body.  “On top of everything else I’ve said, you are… undoubtedly… the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”

Roni’s mouth falls open so subtly that Harry would have missed it if it wasn’t for the almost inaudible gasp that accompanied the movement.  He doesn’t look at her eyes, he instead focuses on the knot-- which he is now halfway done with.

“Harry.”

“Pardon me if I’m being too forward, Veronica.  I just think it’s high time that I let you know that.  You deserve to be told that every day.”

Harry shakes the knot a bit, effectively loosening it so that it practically slides off.  But he doesn’t let go of the fabric, holding it loosely on either side of her neck.  He swallows and she lets out a shaky breath, eyes darting frantically along his face as if she can’t decide on a place for them to land.  The mood in the room has shifted entirely just from his one confession, because they both know that his words hold so much more depth to them.  He isn’t just complimenting her to fill the silence.  He means it, and he means so much more by it.

“Can I say something as well?”  Roni says quietly, and Harry only nods.  “You’re… the most wonderful person I’ve ever known, Harry.  And I wish… I wish I’d met you sooner.”

“I consider myself incredibly lucky to have met you,” Harry says.  “And I... I don’t know how long you’re going to be here with me for.  But I already wish I had longer with you.  And I wish you were mine.”

Roni licks her lips as their eyes finally meet.  They both wear looks of confusion, a bit of fear, and so much yearning that it would make Roni sick on any other day.  But now she’s here, and she’s feeling something she’s honestly never felt in her life.  She smiles, reaching up slowly to cup his cheek and run her thumb over the spot where his dimple lives.

“I wish that, too,” she says breathlessly.

Finally. Finally it’s the moment they’ve both been waiting for for so long.  Harry tugs lightly on the tie, pulling Roni in so close that their faces are practically touching.  It would be so easy for them to just do it, just tilt their heads the slightest bit and kiss already.  Roni feels jittery and shaky, and Harry reaches up to take the wrist of the hand that cups his face.

They’re so close that Roni can feel the warmth radiating off of his skin, and she swallows down all of the words that she’s dying to say.  She licks her lips, only briefly giving in to the “what if’s” swimming around in her brain, and she removes her eyes from his swollen pink lips.  She scans the dip of his cupid’s bow, the little mole on the corner of his chin, the point of his nose, and finally his green eyes that match the intensity on his face.  Memories of the image she’d woken up to this morning float back into her mind,-- images of him, naked and swollen and whining-- and this time she lets them linger for a moment.  Enjoying the way the sight had made her feel.  Enjoying the way that that same hand feels now against her wrist.

“Harry,” Roni whispers.

Harry bumps his nose to hers, lips so close that she can practically taste them.  “Yes, love?”

Roni wants to stop herself from saying what she’s about to say.  More than anything she wants to give in to this boy who’s standing so close to her, she wants to fasten their lips together and taste him.  She wants to kiss his neck, and she wants him to kiss hers.  She wants to touch him, lick him, bury him inside of her until they pass out from exhaustion.  And she wants to wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.

But instead, she says something she almost instantly regrets.

“I can’t.”

[mingi-bubu]

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Episode 3 Part 3

Ok, welcome to part 3!  hopefully my wifi will work better this time and there wont be so many pauses hhh

i have my apple, i have my water, my phone is plugged in

ooh we’ve never had a part three before idk if it feels right to quote mark on this

hmmmm

oooh ok

as the lil nct dreamies would say go, go go!

hehe get it ?  from their song go?

:^}

n e ways aslkdfjsl;kdjf

leggo

red rose and white rose time

i liked this song a lot

aww f6 flower six that’s so ute

cute

huangyi saying he chose people that looked like princes afjasldk

wowowowow the other team (i think it’s team b) has a long fucking name like and their intros are long also

hongxuan and yang gen have nice voices

lu junjie has a good voice

oooh with them high notes we love it

their falsettos are better than mine falksdjf;s

oooooohhhh with the mf confetti falling from the sky im in love

i do not remember who gets the stage tho based off of the comments right now i think team a

ok long name group does

im gonna be real i have no idea which team is which

i like their outfits

the black and white flowers are super cool

great it’s pausing

ook lu junjie’s visouals are good

tang shuya’s voice reminds me a bit of yixing’s with how light it is

gao xiaosong’s hair said i am going to poof and you cant stop me

zhou xiangheng god he’s good

i like their performance

i like how they sound when they’re singing as a whole unit tho

isn’t saranghe (my spelling is probs off it’s fine) korean?

i thought and i am probs wrong but i thought that the chinese was wo ai ni?

anyway this is the confetti group and the visuals with that are incredible i like it a lot

i really appreciate the trainees who try to look more positively at the practice room situation as like just a stage without an audience

i just remembered today is thursday and that means i have a qcyn2 ep to watch after this hhh

huang hongxuan has really long fingers holy snipes

so does anthony

li huangyi looks like fuckign snow white omg

ou tianrui really looks like he about to cry omg

i wish that they were able to actually have performed

i know no one cares but my apple is crunchy

fuck that line about the moon is sad

meng en’s hair ???  a good and fun color

is it green?  is it blue??  is it silver???  who knows certainly not i

ues the united singing ugh i get a shiver every time

this song really does slap doesnt it?

ok fight time

the name of the song not actual fighting tho that wouldve been funny

ok wow these outfits are interesting

oooh it’s the maybe its mountaineering maybe its love song

i like the traditional elements of the song a lot tbh

but ok like i know its towards the end of the episode but like we literally saw 40 seconds and like at least 10 of those werent even on them they cut to the mentors or to the other trainees

like forgive me if im wrong but we spent more time with flower boys and like namanamanamana than we did with fight

like yeah theyre like class f but still they deserve more screentime than that

smh iqiyi s m h

anyway

awww daniel!!!  i love himmmmm

puppy boy

i think black outfits are going to have stage performance

i was right

they called themselves big dipper and then dabbed i hate to see it

ok lets gooo

oooh that was a cool opening move ngl

i also just realized we didnt see their training stuff that’s annoying

awww danieeellllll

mc jin is having a good time alkdjfa;s

hou chuanjun’s longer held notes arent bad im proud of hte boys

mc jin is literally haivng the time of his life dancing to the song im dying

hmm that note was interesting

ooooooh with the fire at the end we love pyrotechnics

awww there are people cheering for daniel!!!

ok praccy room performance time

this song reminds me a lot of ambush on all sides

there are some really tall guys on this team

li lian has a very fierce look we support it

yang ning’s hair is cool

ok thats all the performances

i like that i can spot weiwei so easily bc the boyo is so tall adkfjsd

guan yue is so smalll and hes in the back aldkfjs;dljf

al;sdkfjasdk junjie deadass said that they want to see yixing to perform and here he is omg

sir how scandy to have your knees out 

BITCH CANCING FROM THE FLOOR I LOVE ONE MAN

he keeps catching the woah i hate him

wowowowowow that was so cool

yixing literally just said if both the yp and the trainees want to see him perform every episode he would i hope he does tbh

i love to see it

ok here’s the preview fo rhte next epispode

i don’t know what’s happening but it’s the votes being revealed

wenhan got 89 votes owowwow

yixing looks really good with that hairstyle

he’s worried/confused over whether this will keep the trainees to keep working hard

oh wait this is still part of the episode??

i am confusion but it’s fine

sm gave yixing a c in audience appeal and that drove him to work harder

awww yxing talking about his getting c and how he didn’t want to talk about it bc there were girls there im crying

i love him what a dork

this is lay zhang right now not yixing pd ajdfaklsd

only 60 can make it to the next level which we know

tug of warak;lsdfjaslkdf

previews for next episode and huaiwei is so cuteeeee

al;sdkfjal;sdf someo of them are being dragged on the floor i die

daniel talking about himself i love himmm

i will cry at these announcements on god i will

ok and that’s the end of the episode!

i’ll see you guys next time with episode 5!!!

stay safe and stay healthy!

have a good rest of your day <33333

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Eternity doesn’t always mean forever

This idea has been on my mind for some time, though I was unsure as to how or even whether I should actually write this. However, last night my mind was very active and I ended up writing extracts of dialogue that I could use to make my idea a reality.

This fanfic is a one-shot Bloodbound piece, a lot like those that I have already written, but this one is a lot more angsty and sad than the rest.

Pairing: Adrian x MC

Tagging: @nk-writes @queerchoicesblog @itlivesbeneath @teamtomsato @flyawayboo @melodyofgraves @nobounderiesplease @gavryllo @give-me-ernest-sinclaire @alj4890​ @blackcatkita​ @kamybelen-blog @zigortega4life​ @divergentofhogwarts @choicesfannatalie

Song for inspiration: Terrible Love by Birdy (I’ve been watching too much of the Originals)

Warning: Brief depictions of injury, character death and angst (Oooooohhhh)

Author’s Note: I don’t know what else to say for this, except that writing the dialogue made me all teary and emotional... I hope you enjoy it, but I cannot be held responsible for making anyone sad, though I will apologise for any emotional distress that this causes - it made me sad just writing it, let alone reading it back.

This story takes place in an AU after Gaius ambushes the pair...

It’s not the best that I have written, but I hope that you like it all the same!

‘Adrian...’

He turns to face her, his eyes widening as he takes in the scene before him; Gaius stands beside her, one hand clasped around her throat as they step towards him.

‘I tried to warn you, Adrian,’ a menacing grin spreads across his face, his hand wrapped tightly around the blade lodged deeply inside Amy’s abdomen.

‘No one lives forever.’

Without warning, he removes the dagger, his sinister laugh echoing through the air as he disappears back into the night, throwing a sly remark over his shoulder.

‘I trust you can see to her.’

Amy treads carefully towards him, struggling to regain her footing.

‘Amy -‘ he rushes to her side as she stumbles, wrapping her into a tight embrace; his arms constrict around her as he supports her head, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her eyes before lowering her gently to the ground. He places his hand over the wound, trying desperately to stop the bleeding, but his efforts are worthless. ‘No,’ he sobs, his breath hitching in his throat, ‘no no no no...’

His eyes scan her body for any more injuries, before his gaze falls upon her face; her eyes are wide, glistening in the moonlight as they look back at him, her tear-stained cheeks freshly painted with smudges of crimson blood. Her breathing is irregular, each breath coming more rapidly then the last.

‘It...it hurts...’

‘I - I know...’ he applies more pressure to the wound, ‘but it’ll be okay...’ he stops abruptly, his eyes lingering on the blood as it trickles down his hand, a worrisome sigh escaping him; he stares down at the pool of blood that surrounds them, his breath catching in his throat as he begins to sob once more.

‘No this...this can’t be happening...’

She can see the pain in his eyes as centuries of loss and heartache boil to the surface, an unmistakable hurt resonating from deep inside. ‘Adrian...’ she lowers her voice to a hushed whisper, one that only he can hear, but he refuses to look at her.

‘Please...please look at me.’

Amy takes his trembling hand in hers, trying desperately to calm him, but it is to no avail. He sniffles, wiping at his eyes with his sleeve, fresh blood staining his cheeks as he begins to realise the severity of the situation.

She is dying, and there is nothing he can do to stop it.

She reaches for him, placing a delicate hand on his cheek. ‘Hey...’ she turns his face towards her, ‘I don’t know what’s going to happen next but I...’ she winces, a soft whimper escaping her lips as the pain subsides, ‘I want you to know that none of this is your fault.’

‘Amy - ‘

‘Promise me that you won’t blame yourself for this...’ her breath is becoming raspy, and it is clear that every word is a labor, ‘please Adrian, promise me...’

‘I was meant to protect you I - ‘

‘You couldn’t have known what would happen...’ she smiles weakly at him, ‘none of us could.’

‘I can’t lose you I,’ he runs his hand through her golden hair, giving it a gentle tug as he tries to hold on to her, ‘I can’t go through that pain again...’

‘Hey...hey it’s alright...’ her breathing is shallow, and Adrian can sense that her heart is beginning to slow.

She’s fading away.

‘How can it possibly be okay? You...’ he stops himself, catching his breath as his words fall out of his mouth with a guttural sob.

‘You mean everything to me.’

‘I know,’ a loving smile graces her face as she looks back at him, a fresh tear flowing down her cheek, ‘and by knowing that you have made me so happy; but I need you to promise me something.’

He squeezes her hand, pressing his forehead against hers as he lowers his voice to a whisper, one that is riddled with fear and sorrow.

‘Anything.’

She exhales sharply, each and every breath growing more painful than the last.

‘Don’t let this change you.’

‘Amy...’

‘Please, Adrian,’ she gasps, her breath hitching in her throat as she continues on, ‘I know that this is going to hurt you, and I know that, for some time, you are going to be in a dark place,’ she hesitates, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall, ‘you’ll shut yourself away from the world and you’ll begin to tear yourself apart,’ she touches his face once more, running her hand through his dark hair, ‘but please...please promise me that you will not let this change who you are.’

‘Amy I -‘

‘Please Adrian, promise me.’

He remains motionless for a moment, unable to find the words to speak before he responds, lowering his voice to a quiet whisper.

‘I promise.’

‘Okay.’

He leans into her, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead, staining her skin with his own tears. He brushes her hair aside, smiling weakly at her as he pulls her closer, almost as if he is afraid of letting her go; for some time, she returns his embrace.

But that isn’t to last.

Before long her arms grow weak, falling to her side as a wave of exhaustion hits her. Her eyes begin to close, a soft groan escaping her as she fights to remain conscious.

His eyes widen as he reaches for her wrist, taking note of her pulse; it is slowing, and Adrian can sense that she doesn’t have long.

‘Amy s- stay with me,’ she struggles to stay awake, every second more difficult than the last, ‘please just a little longer.’

She looks up at him, running her thumb across his bottom lip, ‘Adrian?’

‘What is it?’

‘If this is it, I want you to know that you were the best thing that ever happened to me and - ‘

‘Amy don’t talk like that...’

‘Shhhhh...’ she places a hand on his chest, just above his heart, her voice soft and delicate, ‘I may not be immortal, but you have given me an eternity in a matter of days and I...’ a fresh tear trickles down her cheek, her words no more than a whisper.

‘Thank you.’

He stares back at her, unable to find the words to say.

‘This isn’t fair!’

‘It’s going to be okay,’ she sniffles, focusing on the features of his face as he looks back at her, his guilt-ridden eyes boring into hers. She begins to whimper, the pain almost unbearable for her to continue as she forces herself to go on, each word more laboured than the last.

Her hand closes around his, her soft fingers drawing soothing circles on his skin. ‘You’re going to be alone now, and that terrifies you, but I promise you that it will all be alright,’ she gasps, squinting her eyes to sedate the pain, ‘the hurt you are feeling will fade away in time, and you’ll find happiness again...’

He closes his eyes for a moment, trying desperately to stop the tears before they fall, shaking his head before lowering his eyes to the floor.

‘I can’t,’ he whispers, his voice full of heartache and pain. ‘Not without you.’

She smiles weakly back at him, her eyes welling up with tears as she finds it harder to breathe. She glances up at the sky, the silver moon illuminating her face as she turns back to him, ‘You can,’ she cups his cheeks with her hands, tracing the curve of his jaw with her thumbs.

‘You must.’

Amy had faced death before; she wasn’t afraid, for it is the only certainty in life. She had found solace in knowing that she would not be alone when her time came, though the mere thought of hurting Adrian pained her; she did not want to leave him this way, nor did she want him to mourn her when she was gone.

All she wanted was for him to be happy.

He leans his forehead against hers, their heartbeats synchronising as he holds her close to his chest.

‘How could I possibly live without you?’

She nuzzles her face into him, clasping on to the fabric of his suit, the last remnants of her strength wavering as she presses herself against his chest.

‘For two centuries, you did,’ she tilts her head, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss before falling back, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair once more, ‘and you can do it again.’

‘It’s not that simple...’

‘I can’t promise you that you’ll be okay,’ she turns her face away from him, biting her lip as her eyes well up with tears, ‘but I need you to believe that you can be.’

He nods in response, leaning his chin against her temple as he rocks her softly, inching her closer to him with every breath, whispering softly in her ear. ‘Everything will be alright.’

It isn’t long before her heart stops beating.

At first he doesn’t notice; she had been quiet for some, but he had convinced himself that she was sleeping. But she wasn’t.

She was dead.

‘Aa - Amy?’ He shakes her gently, trying desperately to wake her, but she doesn’t move. Out of desperation, he cups her cheeks in his hands and presses a soft kiss to her lips, hoping that she would stir; but she doesn’t wake.

‘No...no no no,’ his arms constrict around her as he remains motionless, cradling her lifeless body in his arms. ‘Oh god,’ he sobs, fresh tears streaming down his face, ‘oh god please no...’

He lowers her back down to the ground, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. He looks at her for a moment, staring at her face; she looks peaceful, and for moment Adrian starts to believe that she is only sleeping. He tries to remember her before all of this, the way that she appeared when she was alive; her golden hair and brown doe eyes, her rosy cheeks. She was one of the most beautiful people on this earth, in both body and spirit. She had her whole life ahead of her.

And it was taken away.

He places a gentle kiss to her forehead, holding her against his chest, his entire body trembling as he continues to cry out for her, the midnight air carrying away his screams. He rests his forehead against hers, lowering his voice to an inaudible whisper.

‘I love you.’

Amy was the most important person in his life; she meant the world to him and now...

Now she was gone.